Immortal Travel of Longevity

The paper money burned to ash.

Chen Changsheng finally snapped out of his daze when the brazier began to smoke, its warmth fading from the air.

Over these sparse years, she was the one he had failed the most.

The ancestral hall remained brightly lit through the night.

Chen Changsheng lit candles for her.

Sitting in the ancestral hall, he drew a packet of candied fruit from his sleeve, delicately placed a piece in his mouth, and tucked the packet away.

Time stretched on, yet even after so many years, Chen Changsheng still failed to understand exactly how he viewed this silly girl.

The foolish girl who refused to turn back, even after hitting a dead end.

There was no one else under heaven so foolish.

The candied fruit was quite sweet.

An inexplicable feeling washed over him. Chen Changsheng stared at the spirit tablet, his mood just as unfathomable.

He had wondered if he would lose his composure and succumb to agony.

But in the end, he remained perfectly calm. His supposed loss of composure amounted to nothing more than dropping a few pieces of paper money as they burned.

Chen Changsheng found his own heart a little hard to read.

He had always believed that Miss Yun was the one person he could never forget and could never let go of since arriving here. He fully understood his own inner sorrow and bitterness, yet he simply could not cry.

He seemed to be gradually losing pieces of himself...

Resting by his side, Listening to Rain saw Mister sitting in silence; that brief lapse in composure had revealed his underlying distress.

Mister had many old friends, and he had mourned them before, but never had he shown such a lapse in composure, nor had he ever been this unsettlingly calm...

The more he acted this way, the more Listening to Rain worried.

It sensed that the turmoil Mister faced this time was completely different.

But it was merely a sword. What could it do? It could only lie quietly across Mister's knees, unable to offer a single word of comfort. It was just a sword spirit.

Night shrouded Tang Manor.

Mister sat there for a long time, not speaking a single word from beginning to end.

The man in green robes fell utterly silent.

Things should have been getting better, but now they were taking a turn for the worse.

Atop the roof ridge of Tang Manor sat a little girl in red. She quietly gazed down at the man in green robes sitting inside the ancestral hall.

Yu Hongjin took a swig of wine, but her usual smile was gone, and her face lacked its familiar drunken flush.

Her tolerance for alcohol had grown much, much stronger.

It seemed she could not even feel the intoxication anymore.

Letting out a soft hiccup, Yu Hongjin remained silent. She looked up at the bright moon overhead; it was exceptionally clear. She thought that if she could pluck that moon from the sky and turn it into earrings for Sister Yun, it would look incredibly beautiful.

She had prepared a slew of curses, but upon seeing Chen Changsheng, the words caught in her throat.

She wasn't a child anymore. Mister had been kind to her; no matter what, she shouldn't curse at him. She ultimately chose to say nothing, merely watching in silence. Even so, she still couldn't bring herself to like Mister Chen.

It was true in the past, and it remained true now.

She had become somewhat stubborn.

Even so, for some inexplicable reason, her cold eyes began to redden.

Unbidden tears streamed down her face.

Yu Hongjin wiped her face with her sleeve, but the tears wouldn't stop.

The real reason she hated standing vigil at Tang Manor was that she was afraid to cry.

She was afraid.

Afraid it would break Sister Yun's heart.

So she had retreated to the lotus pond outside, guarding it all day, too afraid to step foot in the ancestral hall. But then, fearing that Sister Yun would miss her, she forced herself to visit occasionally, only to end up crying fiercely every time.

Today was no different.

Yu Hongjin sobbed a few times and hurriedly wiped her tears. The droplets rolled down her cheeks to the corners of her lips, making her next swig of wine taste faintly salty.

She spat to the side and wiped her eyes again.

Her crying was an ugly, wretched sound that left her gasping for breath.

Crying while drinking wine—it was a sight that might seem laughable at first, but the longer one looked, the more it broke the heart.

Such a tiny little girl should have been at an age where she didn't understand any of this.

...

Mister began chanting a scripture of blessing.

Through this Daoist text, he hoped to bring the girl good fortune, ensuring she would be born into a good family in her next life.

Great wealth and honor would be best, but peace and safety were a must.

Chen Changsheng was being a little greedy.

But it didn't matter. He was a man of some ability, after all; what was wrong with asking for a little more?

In the quiet of the night.

His chanting continued without pause, his low murmurs stirring up countless motes of spiritual light.

A breeze swept through the night.

The wind blew across the entirety of Oulianfang.

The refreshing breeze brushed over the emerald lotus pond, scattering motes of starlight across the water. Like silk unwinding from a cocoon, every lotus flower in the pond bloomed at the exact same instant.

Withered trees across the district sprang back to life, sprouting fresh branches, while the willows on the banks swayed, their leaves rustling in the wind.

Spiritual energy converged from heaven and earth, gathering in this very place.

Yu Hongjin looked down at Mister Qingshan's somewhat desolate figure, and inexplicably, she felt a little better.

In her mind, Mister Chen ought to feel just as heartbroken as Sister Yun.

Mister Qingshan's murmuring continued until the break of dawn.

When the roosters began to crow across the district, figures gradually appeared on the streets.

A gentle breeze blew into thousands of homes, brushing against faces and bringing a refreshing crispness to the common folk of the district.

As the people stepped outside and saw the pond full of blooming lotuses, they were momentarily dazed.

"Oh my!"

"Mother, are my eyes playing tricks on me?!"

"How did the lotuses all bloom overnight?!"

The fragrant scent of lotuses wafted through the air, carried into thousands of homes by the wind.

The people marveled at the sight, and soon, crowds from the surrounding areas gathered to admire the flowers.

"How is this possible..."

Many scholars from neighboring districts came to take a look, alongside a fair number of nobles.

When the roosters had first crowed...

Mister Qingshan, sitting in the ancestral hall, also raised his head.

He let out a soft sigh and looked at the spirit tablet again. Seeing that it had gathered a trace of spiritual energy and fortune, he figured his efforts had been somewhat effective.

Suddenly, a jug of wine was tossed inside.

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, reaching out to catch it.

Looking up, he saw the little girl in red sitting on the roof ridge. She called out, "Mister Chen, chant a little more... chant a little more..."

As she spoke, she gulped down another mouthful of wine.

For some reason, she finally looked a little drunk.

Chen Changsheng watched her for a long time. After a brief pause, he resumed his chanting.

For several days in a row, the spiritual energy in the area lingered without dissipating.

The lotuses in the pond showed no signs of wilting, instead growing even more vibrant. The surrounding flora thrived. The fish in the pond gained intelligence from this serendipitous encounter, and even spiritual beasts from the mountains ventured into the district to express their gratitude for such a miraculous blessing.

Rumors spread through the district that Oulianfang had earned the favor of an immortal, thus witnessing such traces of an immortal. As a result, the number of visitors drawn by its reputation surged. Scholars and literati left behind countless poems, taking swigs of wine and loudly praising the beauty of the blooming lotus pond.

Mister chanted for three days, and the little girl on the roof stayed drunk for three days.

Chen Changsheng was about to leave...

Yu Hongjin sobered up a little from her daze.

"Has Mister finished chanting?" she asked in a groggy voice.

Chen Changsheng gave a slight nod, then asked, "Did she look beautiful when she passed?"

Yu Hongjin snapped back to her senses. After a long pause, she replied, "Sister Yun was very beautiful when she left... very beautiful..."

A trace of melancholy touched Mister Qingshan's face.

"That's good."

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