The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du slept for a very long time without dreaming, and didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky, but no one said anything to her.

Granny Ma even made an exception and had the corpse puppet cook her a bowl of porridge.

Lin Du held the bowl of porridge, looking at the strange strips inside, he hesitated to speak, but finally buried his head and finished drinking it.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, a gurgling sound rang out in the courtyard, and Granny Ma looked over with a strange expression.

Lin Du explained in a low voice, "I wasn't hungry at first, but after a bowl of porridge, my appetite was whetted."

She then asked, "Grandma, what is that meat in the porridge?"

"Insects." Granny Ma said expressionlessly, beckoning the corpse puppet to go out and buy food.

Lin Du weakly put down his chopsticks and bowl, stood up like a lost soul, and walked back. "I'm suddenly a little full."

Summer offered a kind reminder, "Junior Uncle, it's alright. That insect is a spiritual creature; it's commonly used in soups and porridge, and it's very beneficial to one's spiritual sense."

Lin Du's voice was barely audible. "I understand the reasoning."

But she couldn't get over that mental hurdle.

Granny Ma said with a stern face, "Are ten lamp holders enough? Do you want pickled cabbage or meat?"

Lin Du replied quickly, "Ten thank yous from each of them."

Granny Ma's chilling voice rang out, "You're the first person who eats my food, lives in my house, and still dares to make demands of me."

Lin Du turned around, took out a handful of spirit stones, and stuffed them into the little corpse puppet's hand. "Is that enough? There's more if you need more."

Her hands were large; the little corpse puppet couldn't fit into both of her hands. It turned its head and looked at Granny Ma with a pitiful expression.

Grandma Ma suddenly felt a headache coming on from all the noise. She only had one child, so why was he being so troublesome?

"Go ahead, go ahead, buy whatever amount she gives you."

The little corpse puppet then walked out step by step.

Lin Du, taking advantage of the situation, turned around, picked up the book related to Gu poison, and sat down next to Granny Ma. When he encountered something he couldn't translate, he would ask her for help.

"You really intend to finish reading it?" Granny Ma looked at Lin Du, who had even arranged his writing materials, and found it rather strange.

She originally thought that once the child took the book and saw the ancient characters inside, he would definitely give it up.

"Hmm." Lin Du held the pen. "I'm leaving soon, and I still need to return the book. I'll try to finish reading it as soon as possible. But Grandma, do you mind if I take notes?"

"If I didn't want to show you, I should have stopped you long ago," Granny Ma said calmly.

Lin Du sat in the sunlight, writing rapidly. Occasionally he would ask questions about words he didn't understand, but most of the time he was diligently taking notes.

Mo Lin still needs to rest for some time. Feng Yi has disappeared. Ju Yuan is watching his disciple with longing but refuses to go back. Xia Tianwu is helping Granny Ma take care of the various spiritual plants behind the courtyard.

When the little corpse puppet returned, it was carrying a large bag of things, and the courtyard, which originally exuded a faint, wonderful fragrance, was now filled with the aroma of fried food.

"Is my eldest nephew able to eat?"

Granny Ma shook her head, and Lin Du carried the things around to the back of the yard to find his second nephew. After distributing them, he came back and sat down next to Granny Ma.

"Can the Corpse King eat?"

Granny Ma moved a little further away without saying a word. "No."

Lin Du seemed lost in thought, but her mind was still working, which didn't stop her from eating quickly. After finishing five, she let out a long breath and sighed, "It still has to be fried cakes."

If the pleasure of fried carbohydrates and other sugary and oily compounds is something we can't enjoy in immortality, then it's better not to be immortal.

Lin Du ate quietly but quickly. In no time, only a pile of brown paper remained on the ground, while the energetic man was washing his hands and cleaning up the crime scene.

"Mother-in-law, I have a question. If someone is afflicted by a love curse, is there a way to remove it?"

"Isn't it written in the book? Unless the Gu Master sacrifices his own life to remove the Gu." Granny Ma watched the child sweeping the yard, cleared her throat, and let the corpse puppet do it for her.

Lin Du said "Oh," and then asked, "You mean that line about the fallen little man?"

Granny Ma: ...You described the Gu Clan's script as a fallen little man?

All day long, Grandma Ma felt that the smell of fried cakes in her yard lingered.

In the evening, Lin Du seemed to realize that Granny Ma didn't like the taste of cooked food, so he swaggered out to eat with his second nephew.

She doesn't look for any proper restaurants or hotels; she prefers to frequent crowded, hole-in-the-wall eateries.

Xia Tian was puzzled. "Junior Uncle, you walked back and forth on this street. Why did you choose the restaurant with the most people?"

Lin Du grinned, "A restaurant with lots of people must have good food."

A traditional Chinese saying goes: restaurants with long queues are bound to be delicious.

Summer: That makes perfect sense, there's no way to refute it.

The two disciples were clearly from prominent families; one was aloof and ethereal, the other exquisitely beautiful and cynical, both drawing attention wherever they went.

Lin Du seemed oblivious to everything. She sat in the middle, ordered the food, and listlessly fiddled with her chopsticks, her eyes lowered, but her ears were constantly perked up.

"Have you heard? Qinglu Village used to be known for its strict rules against intermarriage and its residents never leaving the village, but today someone actually came out!"

"That's right. The people who went up the mountain to pick mushrooms today said that the well in that village is gone too, leaving only a big hole. I don't know which wicked person stole the well opening."

"But speaking of which, something happened in Qinglu Village. Several young girls have gone to the city. Two of them came to my wife's embroidery shop. You know what, they are really skillful."

Lin Du listened for a while, a smile playing on his lips. He twirled his chopsticks in his hand and then carefully placed them on the table.

"I heard that something happened at the Flying Star Sect."

"What is it?"

"It is said that an elder of the Flying Star Sect, observing the stars at night, used half of his cultivation to calculate the impending arrival of a calamity star for the sake of peace in the world."

Lin Du suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the voice. The man was holding a Yunnan tabloid and seemed to be reading it page by page.

"Look here, this elder seems to have some expertise in the Dao of Fate. He says... a celestial calamity star has appeared, bringing misfortune to relatives and friends, estrangement from family, and little support from brothers. If this lone star is allowed to achieve great things, it will surely lead to chaos in the world."

"So the elder risked his life to calculate the information of that solitary star, saying that it was currently located far to the north, where frost and snow covered the forests, and a lone boat could not cross..."

"Hey, no, get to the point! Stop rambling on about things I don't understand!"

"This tabloid has an analysis that says the Lone Star destiny has been covered up, and no one knows it's a Fiend Star? It says it already killed its parents, and now that its birthday is in the fourth year, it's going to kill another person."

Xia Tian's expression turned cold as he looked up at Lin Du, "Junior Uncle?"

Lin Du had a smile on his face, his eyes dark and deep. "A cursed lone star, quite the schemer."

"My master hasn't even spoken yet, so what right does this wandering ghost have to speak?"

The Central State Election only happens once every fifty years. Spiritual roots are tested and fortunes are told. Lin Du passed the Central State Election, so he is naturally not a jinx. Therefore, Yin Zhong insisted on bringing up the idea that his fate was deceived. He was certain that Lin Du was an orphan and that his birth date and time might be inaccurate, which is why he came up with this claim.

Lin Du revealed a standard villainous smile, "Things are getting more and more interesting. It seems Yin Zhong is more troublesome than I thought."

Lin Du in this world may not know her own birth date and time, but she came from the modern world, and she recited her own birth date and time.

She poked the dull, white dumpling within her consciousness. "Master?"

Yan Ye reacted quickly this time, his phone lighting up immediately. "What is it?"

"Master, I have a question. If a soul possesses a person's body, does that person's birth date and destiny belong to the body or the soul?"

Yan Ye was uncharacteristically silent for a moment. "Why do you always have this problem with spirits?"

"Your destiny is naturally the destiny of your soul. Even if you possess a person's body, you cannot possess that person's fate. If you are destined to be poor and destitute, even if you enter a wealthy family after possessing another's body, you will eventually return to your own destiny."

"Furthermore, if someone whose fate still holds promise is possessed, it severely damages their virtue and is intolerable to Heaven... Wait, what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of it and asked casually. After all, that ghost impersonated someone else and even became an elder. I was wondering what kind of fate that person should have originally had."

Yan Ye clicked his tongue. "An anomaly is an anomaly, but it doesn't defy fate or fall within the bounds of destiny. You seem to have plenty of free time, thinking about all sorts of things? I'll give you extra homework when you get back!"

Lin Du was speechless for a moment, then said, "Master, have you looked at my birth date and time?"

"Why do you ask that?" Yan Ye's eyes lit up sharply, and a glowing white ball pressed against Lin Du's sacrum.

"Oh, it's nothing. Some bad guy said I'm a jinx." Lin Du was completely unaware that he was tattling.

"That person must have made it all up. Not only are you not a cursed loner, you are also..." Yan Ye suddenly stopped, and mumbled, "Anyway, you are the best of luck."

Lin Du: ? That doesn't quite sound like what you're saying.

Yan Ye coughed and said tactfully, "You have a very good life. You can even turn bad luck into good. You were liked by your elders when you were young and you have the support of people in middle age. In short, you have a pleasing life. You just need to be careful of getting involved in romantic entanglements."

Lin Du was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I understand. You can continue your seclusion now."

Yan Ye, however, didn't let Lin Du off the hook. "Which bad guy?"

"Yin Zhong of the Flying Star Sect," Lin Du whispered. "I guessed."

Yan Ye pondered for a moment, then said, "Wait here. I'll send a telepathic message to Feng Chao saying your food is served. Eat first, and don't think about anything else."

The white dough rolled back into shape and went dark.

Lin Du looked at the waiter who brought out a large bowl of dishes and said casually, "It's getting cold; this tabloid is going to go bankrupt."

Summer Wu: ? I always feel like something's off with Junior Uncle.

"Junior Uncle, is it...spring?"

"Oh, well then. Qingming Festival is coming soon, the Flying Star Sect should hold a funeral." Lin Du picked up his chopsticks. "Let's eat."