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

"That concludes today's lesson. You can all go home now. Please be careful on your journey."

"Master Zhuang! Master Zhuang! Is my son studying diligently?"

"You're Li Fei's mother, right? He's a very sensible child. As long as he works hard, he'll definitely have a bright future."

"Boy, did you hear that? Hurry up and thank the teacher!"

"It's alright, it's alright, it was just something I did."

"Just tell us what's wrong. If this kid doesn't listen, you can just beat him up. Don't worry about us."

In front of the nameless hut on Xifang Street.

Zhuang Sheng smiled as he watched the children and their parents leave his home in twos and threes.

Just as Wang Le had told Mu An at the beginning, Zhuang Sheng's profession was a schoolteacher.

More accurately, he was a traveling teacher.

Before teaching Mu Ling'er at the Shangmu Manor, he already had more than a dozen students.

The fee is very low, almost negligible; those with money give some silver or copper coins.

If you don't have money, give them some rice or a piece of cured meat.

If an ambitious child is eavesdropping outside, he will give the other person a chance to come inside, at most there will be no chair.

Even after being hired by Mu An at a high price, he did not disband the original primary school.

In the morning, he would give Mu Ling'er a lesson for an hour and a half.

In the afternoon, he would return to his home and teach his former students for an hour and a half.

This has been going on for nearly three months.

Although his life was a bit busy, he never complained about it and was very enthusiastic about students from all sides.

He was always gentle and kind to Mu Ling'er, and he would try different ways to help her learn from life. If she didn't want to learn anymore, that was fine too, as the Mu residence was very large, large enough for Mu Ling'er to play freely inside.

He was much stricter with his students, sometimes hitting and scolding them, and forcing them to complete the tasks he assigned.

It's not about treating students differently, but simply about using different teaching methods for different students, teaching according to their aptitude.

Mu Ling'er's future is destined to be different from these children's; their fates are vastly different, and the sacrifices they need to make are naturally different as well.

After packing his things, he walked towards Lin'an Hall once again, bathed in the setting sun.

He had walked this road countless times, so many times that he knew every single vendor on the road and could respond to their enthusiasm with a smile.

"Master Zhuang, come and have a bowl of wontons, it's free. Your son at home has been very well taken care of by you."

"Mr. Zhuang, come over here, I'll give you extra mutton. My little grandson talks about how good you are to me every day!"

Zhuang Sheng did not stop walking, but slowed his pace and smiled as he responded to everyone who greeted him.

They were all neighbors, simple but lacking in manners. Despite their shortcomings, they all respected him as a schoolteacher.

Since they have shown me sincerity, I should naturally reciprocate with enthusiasm.

For a time, Zhuang Sheng was confused about many things.

Are ordinary people simple and honest? Do farmers deserve respect? Can their various absurd acts be forgiven?

And can that extremely stubborn mentality be changed?

The lack of education has created too many problems. These illiterate people, who do not understand etiquette and law, are simple and honest, but they also do many incomprehensible things.

Because we don't understand, we don't realize we're wrong; because it's been this way for generations, we take it for granted and believe it can't be changed.

They can beat someone to death with the most basic mentality, or they can throw someone into the water with the purest respect.

Zhuangzi once saw perfectly healthy children labeled as insane, tied to a fire, and burned alive.

I've also seen young girls locked in pig cages and sunk into the water for minor mistakes.

He had seen women being forcibly taken into the mountains, and he had also seen perfectly healthy children being offered up to the so-called mountain god.

He felt that the parents who did these things loved their children, but they had also pushed their children into hell with their own hands.

Is this right or wrong? And what can he do?

For a long time, Zhuangzi was troubled by this problem and could not get out of it.

While Zhuangzi was doing what he believed was right, he was also becoming increasingly troubled by it.

He began to have more and more doubts about himself, about the world, and about the people he had helped.

He was just a wandering schoolteacher with some skills, but not many, and couldn't change anything.

He also has his own grudges to settle, and he has a legitimate and reasonable way to take revenge. He doesn't have time to slowly change all of this.

It wasn't until he met Mu An that he talked about his troubles during a casual chat.

Mu An only replied with one sentence.

"When everyone is well-versed in moral education, and when the law reaches every corner of life, this problem will be largely solved."

At that moment, Zhuangzi suddenly understood.

Yes, when everyone is well-versed in moral education, and when the law clearly stipulates everything, his troubles will naturally disappear.

The root of all these problems lies in education, because these people do not understand reason, etiquette, or the law, which is why they do such absurd things.

If everyone understands reason and law, everything will have rules and boundaries, and these absurd things will naturally no longer be possible.

But Zhuang Sheng's keen perception made him notice immediately that Mu An said it was "almost resolved," not "completely resolved."

He voiced his doubts, but Mu An simply shook his head.

Nothing in this world is perfect; we can only strive to be as fair as possible.

Zhuangzi was puzzled by this statement, but he was even more delighted that he had found the answer and clarified the path for the future.

Even if this future doesn't exist, he is still very happy.

He heard Mu An say to him, "If Master Zhuang is interested in this in the future, I can personally sponsor you with some money, as a token of my appreciation."

Thinking of this, Zhuang Sheng sighed again as he stood at the entrance of Lin'an Hall.

He walked through the door of the pharmacy and saw the white-haired old man inside.

He lined up like the other patients, listening to the old man meticulously analyze each person's condition.

Everyone was very patient, and everyone was very responsible.

For families facing financial difficulties, they can even get the medicine first and simply write an IOU.

After observing for half a year, Zhuang Sheng knew clearly that most of the IOUs were kept in a cabinet by the old man in front of him and had never been taken out.

Zhuang Sheng had traveled to many places, so he knew very well that Lin'an Hall's medicines were sold extremely cheaply, so cheaply that they could barely break even.

Because of fluctuations in the price of medicinal herbs, this pharmacy often operates at a loss.

He was also well aware that the old man who was seeing him had a very good relationship with Mu An, who had hired him, and that his lovely student even called him grandpa.

Lin'an Hall has been able to operate until now entirely thanks to Mu'an's strong support.

A rough sensation came from his wrist, and by the time Zhuang Sheng came to his senses, Lin Zhimin's hand was already on his pulse.

"Master Zhuang has insufficient qi and blood and is congenitally weak. He should pay attention to conditioning his body, avoid getting angry, worry less, rest more on weekdays, and not overexert himself."

The aged voice paused for a moment, Lin Zhimin's gaze swept across Zhuang Sheng's face, fixed on his eyes, and finally he spoke slowly.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Boil it up and drink it tonight. It will help you fall asleep and prevent you from being plagued by nightmares all day. You don't need to pay. You are Xiao Ling'er's husband. These herbs are just a small token of my appreciation."

Thank you.

After a while, the sound rang out again.

"A mental illness requires a mental cure, and the one who tied the knot must untie it. If Master Zhuang wants to completely get rid of his nightmare, he still needs to properly resolve this matter."

"I have my own plans for this matter, so there is no need for Doctor Lin to worry about it."