This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

With nothing happening at the clinic today, Li Daoxuan suddenly felt like going out for a walk.

As a cultivator, he knew this was no coincidence.

Since that was the case, Li Daoxuan followed his heart and left the clinic.

After passing through Fu'an Lane and arriving at the main street of Anyi County, Li Daoxuan smiled sincerely as he watched the passersby coming and going.

Compared to when he first arrived a year ago, Anyi County is now significantly more vibrant.

Without being modest, it's all because of him.

As the saying goes, a virtuous person will not fall into dangerous or perilous places.

Although Li Daoxuan's arrival in this world seemed random, landing in Anyi County was actually preordained; Anyi County was the place where Li Daoxuan rose to prominence.

According to Taoist teachings, this is the blessed land where Li Daoxuan will eventually become an Earth Immortal.

It is the entanglement of one's innate energy.

At the same time, as Li Daoxuan's cultivation and Taoist magic deepen, the spiritual energy in the area of ​​Anyi County will become more abundant.

Abundant spiritual energy naturally fosters more vitality, indicating a place of exceptional beauty and vitality.

Perhaps in just a few years, many remarkable figures will emerge from Anyi County.

This is the influence of the Taoist Immortals of Fortune and Virtue.

Li Daoxuan was quite pleased to see this.

Although the system often encouraged him to go out and earn merit, Li Daoxuan could still accumulate merit even if he stayed here.

Even though he uses merit points every day to help him comprehend the Taoist scriptures, he still has five thousand merit points.

It's not that Li Daoxuan will never go out in his life, but cultivators value their state of mind the most. At least before his heart is moved, he will not deliberately go out to accumulate merit.

If one day he can't stay still and his heart is moved, he will naturally go out to see the world and observe all things in heaven and earth.

Just like now, on a sudden whim, Li Daoxuan walked out of the clinic without saying a word.

Without direction or destination, Li Daoxuan looked left and right, and just then he saw a short, middle-aged man selling sesame cakes not far to the left of the alley entrance.

So he went over there.

"Hello, I'd like a sesame seed cake."

Upon hearing the voice, the man selling sesame cakes quickly replied:

"Okay, coming right away..."

He took a still-hot sesame seed cake from the oven and was about to hand it to Li Daoxuan when he suddenly paused, then his face lit up with surprise and delight.

"Oh my, it's Dr. Li! Look at me, I almost didn't recognize my benefactor..."

Li Daoxuan laughed and said:

"What benefactor or not, I'm just a doctor."

The man quickly stuffed the pancake into Li Daoxuan's arms, then took out another one, wrapped it up, and stuffed it into his hands.

Li Daoxuan offered to pay, but the man refused.

After several rounds of stalemate, the man became somewhat displeased and said:

"Dr. Li, it's my eldest son's good fortune that you came to eat my sesame cakes. If I were to accept your money, wouldn't I be ungrateful?"

"Last month, my brother was bitten by a tiger in the mountains. If it weren't for Dr. Li's miraculous healing skills, he would have died long ago."

"If you insist on paying for this sesame seed cake, Dr. Li, then I'll have no choice but to have my brother go to the clinic and kowtow to you in gratitude..."

Seeing that he said that, Li Daoxuan could no longer refuse and had no choice but to accept it, but he only took one sesame seed cake.

After bidding farewell to the man selling sesame cakes, Li Daoxuan ate his cakes as he walked on. Along the way, many people recognized him and greeted him warmly.

Li Daoxuan responded with a smile to each of them, and would occasionally stop to ask how the people who had consulted him were recovering.

He looked just like a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, showing no signs of being a highly accomplished master.

"Grandmaster? A grandmaster at such a young age? Could Yan Changfeng have made a mistake?"

At the other end of the street, at a teahouse stall, a middle-aged man with a few strands of silver hair looked at Li Daoxuan, who was talking to his neighbors, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and murmured softly.

After a moment of contemplation, the middle-aged man turned to the teahouse owner and asked:

"Boss, who is that young man? He seems pretty famous?"

The teahouse owner followed the middle-aged man's hand and smiled, saying:

"Sir, you must be from out of town. You don't even recognize him."

The middle-aged man became interested and asked curiously:

"Oh? Is he... that amazing?"

The teahouse owner's eyes widened, but a hint of pride shone on his face as he said:

"Of course. His surname is Li, and he is a doctor at our Taiyi Medical Hall. His medical skills are superb. If you have any illness, as long as you find Doctor Li, he will surely cure you."

"This is not the most remarkable thing about Dr. Li. The reason why Dr. Li is respected by everyone is not only because of his medical skills, but also because of his medical ethics."

"Whether you are rich or poor, Dr. Li never turns anyone away when he sees a doctor."

"He can always prescribe just enough medicine for you to pay for, without charging you a penny more."

"Even if you can't afford a single penny, as long as you bring something within your means, Dr. Li can still treat you."

"At first, no one thought anything of it, but later we realized that Dr. Li was just being kind so that we poor people could afford to see a doctor."

As he spoke, the tea shop owner became increasingly animated, his deep wrinkles etched with pride.

Seeing that the middle-aged man's teacup was empty, the shopkeeper turned around, picked up the teapot, and was about to refill his bowl.

But when he turned around, he found that the guest had already disappeared, and only a copper coin was lying quietly on the table.

The teahouse owner's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the bright sun and muttered to himself:

"It's broad daylight, I shouldn't see any ghosts, right? I've already paid..."

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Li Daoxuan ate his sesame seed cake and walked aimlessly forward, nodding back to passersby who greeted him from time to time, his smile never fading.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, I looked up and found myself in front of the city gate.

The city wall of the county town is not high, only about ten feet high.

There was only a hunched old official in black robes guarding the city gate. It was afternoon, and there weren't many people coming and going.

Li Daoxuan glanced back at the street behind him, then at the unfinished sesame seed cake in his hand, and decided to continue walking out.

Once outside the south gate, the official road leads to a large expanse of farmland.

It was the summer solstice, and the fields were lush and green with thriving rice plants, and farmers were scattered throughout the fields working in the fields.

Looking at this vibrant scene, Li Daoxuan felt genuine joy.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this year is sure to be a bumper harvest, and people should be able to live more comfortably.

Li Daoxuan ate a sesame seed cake as he walked through the rice paddies, occasionally standing on the ridges to chat with the farmers working in the fields.

And so he continued walking, slowly and carefully munching on the sesame seed cake.

Li Daoxuan finally stopped when there was no one else around and no people left in the vicinity.

I finally finished the last bite of the sesame seed cake in my hand.

Li Daoxuan folded the oil paper that wrapped the sesame cakes and put it away. He turned around, looked back at the way he came, and said with a slight smile:

"You've followed me all this way, you must have something important to discuss with me. Speak..."

At the bend in the mountain path not far away, the middle-aged man who had been inquiring about Li Daoxuan in the teahouse emerged from behind an ancient tree, frowning and looking at Li Daoxuan with a hint of doubt in his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.