Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Over the decades, Zhuang Sheng gradually perfected his vision of the Great Harmony, while Wan Shu also raised enough money to start her own small business.

The two arrived in Changzhou, bought a small house, and gradually settled down.

At that time, Zhuangzi was busy writing books and perfecting his concept of the Great Harmony Way, and had no time to deal with the trivialities of life.

Everything in the small house was supported by Wan Shu alone. While taking good care of Zhuang Sheng, Wan Shu also traveled around Changzhou City, trying all kinds of businesses to raise enough money for the establishment of Datongdao.

It can be said that without Wan Shu, there would be no Datongdao later on.

……

The sun overhead moved from the east to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched Zhuangzi's shadow very long.

Standing in front of this familiar yet unfamiliar little house, Zhuang Sheng felt a sense of panic for no reason.

As night was about to fall, Zhuang Sheng, who had been standing still, sighed and slowly pushed open the door of the house.

A small pavilion stands in the center of the courtyard, and a crystal-clear stream circles around the pavilion before flowing into a corner of the courtyard.

On both sides are lush green bamboos, in the middle are leaping koi carp, and in one corner of the yard is a blooming flowerbed, which is truly beautiful.

The entire courtyard was completely different from what Zhuang Sheng remembered; it was unrecognizable from its former appearance.

Back then, Datongdao was really short of money. Every penny they earned had to be spent on crucial things, so it was impossible to decorate the courtyard so serenely.

The young man in white walked through the courtyard, looking around and around.

Even after searching the entire courtyard, Zhuang Sheng still couldn't find the tomb that should have been there.

Zhuang Sheng remembered clearly that Wan Shu had said these words to him a long, long time ago.

"If one day, you leave this world before me, leaving me here alone to face those wolves and tigers... I will be very, very angry, so angry that I will not give you a good look."

"I want to bury my husband in our own little courtyard, make it ugly, and let him keep company with the weeds."

"If I'm in a bad mood or get bullied, I take it out on my husband and give him a good scolding, really, really bad, using the swear words he usually forbids me from saying..."

"I want to let you know that I, Wanshu, actually have a temper. If I really get angry, I can scold you so badly that you can't talk back... Of course, even the master in the grave can't speak..."

"When Wanshu dies one day and goes to that unknown underworld, I will stay far away from you, Master... I want to bury myself under the ginkgo tree in the academy, to be with the countless ginkgo leaves, and never give you, Master, a chance to scold me..."

"Sir, glaring at me won't change anything. Since you insist on dying before me, you have no choice but to leave the rest to me, Wanshu!"

"Think about it carefully, sir. You don't actually have much money, so it's perfectly reasonable for you to live in this dilapidated little house with weeds as your companion."

"I'm different from Wanshu. Over the years, I've made a lot of money. I want to decorate Datong Academy beautifully and plant flowers all under the ginkgo trees. When I die, I want the students to bury me under the ginkgo trees, so I can be with the sea of ​​flowers and ginkgo trees..."

Wan Shu's face, which seemed to be both crying and laughing, appeared in Zhuang Sheng's mind, and their past conversations flooded into Zhuang Sheng's heart like a tide.

A fleeting dream, hundreds of years passed in a daze, hundreds of years had passed in the Nine Realms, yet Zhuangzi only had a dream he could not see clearly.

When Zhuang Sheng returned to the old hut, he searched the entire hut but could not find the grave that Wan Shu had mentioned.

Zhuang Sheng didn't know what Wan Shu went through later, nor did he know whether Wan Shu really buried herself under the ginkgo tree and buried Zhuang Sheng in this small house as she had said.

All he knew was that his heart was empty, so empty that he didn't want to do anything but find a place to feel the cold wind and get drunk all by himself.

……

Zhuangzi's steps were sometimes heavy and sometimes light, like a drunkard walking unsteadily.

Walking on the street outside the cottage, Zhuang Sheng suddenly thought of something.

Without hesitation, he headed straight for the former site of Datong Academy.

As he ran, Zhuang Sheng stopped.

At the edge of the field of vision, a tall ginkgo tree swayed in the wind, its emerald green leaves rustling in the warm breeze.

Standing on the bustling street, Zhuang Sheng remained motionless, staring intently at the towering ancient tree in front of him, which was at least fifty meters tall.

The streets of Changzhou City were unusually lively. In the short time that Zhuang Sheng was stunned, hundreds of people walked past him.

Just as Zhuang Sheng came to his senses and was about to continue walking forward, a small figure suddenly bumped into his thigh.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!"

His voice was choked with sobs, yet possessed the soft, gentle quality unique to children.

Zhuang Sheng's gaze then shifted downwards, and he noticed that the person who had just bumped into him was a little girl who was a little over two years old.

The little girl fell to the ground with a thud due to the reaction force. She was staring at him blankly, with a slight redness in the corner of her eye.

Before Zhuang Sheng could speak, the little girl's parents had already run over. The mother picked up the little girl from the ground and gently rocked her in her arms.

"Don't cry, little one, Mommy will blow on it for you, and it will make the pain go away."

The little girl's father then came to Zhuang Sheng and apologized gently.

"Are you alright, sir? I'm so sorry, my little girl is a bit naughty. I disappeared while I was buying her a candied hawthorn."

The heartwarming scene eased Zhuang Sheng's complicated emotions. Looking at the man who kept apologizing, Zhuang Sheng smiled and shook his head.

"It's alright, it's alright. The child is young, so the father still needs to keep a close eye on him..."

"Yes, yes, you're right!" Without even realizing it, the girl's father changed his tone and became much more respectful.

On the contrary, the little girl held in her mother's arms wiped her eyes and then giggled foolishly, pointing at Zhuang Sheng with her little finger.

"Big brother!"

"Little girl bumped into big brother, you should apologize to him properly..." Seeing that the girl's emotions had calmed down, the girl's mother gently instructed her in the softest voice, and then carried the girl to Zhuang Sheng.

Although the little girl didn't quite understand what her mother meant, she still picked up the candied hawthorn her mother had bought for her and handed it to Zhuang Sheng with a smile.

"Candied hawthorn! Big brother! Apologize!"

The comical act made Zhuang Sheng laugh. He took the candied hawthorn from the girl's hand, and then used his righteous energy and purest spiritual power to make a candy and put it in the girl's hand.

"I didn't notice either, so I should apologize to you, little one."

The moment Zhuang Sheng squeezed the candy out, the little girl's eyes lit up, and a few drops of saliva even drooled from the corner of her mouth.

After swallowing the candy whole, the little girl pointed to the ginkgo trees in the distance, her eyes curving into crescents, and shallow dimples appearing on her chubby little face.

"Big brother, the ginkgo tree is so beautiful! Grandpa Zhuang and Grandma Wan planted it! Let's go see it together!"