Song Tan's Notes

When the car was halfway there, it was as if a hole had been torn in the sky, and a torrential downpour began.

The surrounding light quickly dimmed, and the misty, rolling green mountains that were still vaguely discernible before transformed into distant, undulating giant beasts in the rain.

This surprised Master Qingyun: It's a mountain village.

Moreover, the area along the way is sparsely populated, suggesting that the surrounding economy of such mountain villages must be relatively poor.

Even if Song Tan said he bought land in town, based on what Wuwei and Qingyun Daoist knew over the years, it really wasn't profitable.

This shows that when the other party said they were going to build houses for their employees, they really meant it.

He became more relaxed as a result, and seeing that he couldn't see anything, he closed his eyes to rest.

After closing his mouth for a while, his stomach started growling again, so he eagerly asked forward:

What's the best thing to eat here?

This really stumped Song Tan.

The best-tasting one?
She didn't know that; everything tasted delicious.

Looking at Lu Chuan, he couldn't answer either.

This surprised Master Qingyun.

Is this place really so blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery? Is everything here really that good?
"With such a beautiful environment, the ancestors of this area must have produced some great figures, right?"

It's impossible for such a place not to produce outstanding individuals; such a place is blessed with beautiful scenery and talented people, whose intelligence and temperament may far surpass those of ordinary people. This is inevitable.

Upon hearing this question, Song Tan fell silent again.

Because no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't think of any notable figures from the ancestors of Yunqiao Village or even the surrounding villages.

After thinking it over, he could only explain again: "It's not that our ancestors didn't come here, it's just that we migrated here after the Great Famine, so..."

Master Qingyun fell completely silent.

The car drove forward quietly.

Perhaps it was too quiet, so Master Wuwei, fearing it would make people feel awkward, quickly added:

“Master, you are actually quite good at reading fates. You’ve met with these two believers a few times, I wonder if you’ve seen anything.”

Master Qingyun opened his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Song Tan's position in front of him.

But after a pause, he turned his attention to Lu Chuan:
"This believer is upright and blessed with good fortune. He must have done good deeds to save lives in the past, and may have even indirectly accumulated a lot of merit and changed the lives of many people through his good deeds. You yourself have also escaped death, haven't you?"

Lu Chuan was taken aback, glanced at Song Tan, and then turned around: "The Taoist priest is right."

Master Qingyun showed no joy on his face, but continued calmly:
"You are now more agile and quick-witted than ever before, and your wisdom is even greater than before. You are also healthier and rarely fall ill."

These are all correct.

Lu Chuan used to be just a normal young man who consistently worked out; his physical fitness was indeed not bad.

But to be able to carry things weighing a hundred pounds as if walking on flat ground, and to have your strength and endurance maximized through fitness, cannot be explained simply by saying it's a physical breakthrough.

The only side effect is that my skin became extremely sensitive.

Even now, Lao Song's family still cares for him, fearing that he might get his skin chafed or his face scratched again.

Then there's his writing career.

Previously, everyone praised his writing skills, and his personal brand had been vaguely formed. But it was only when he wrote his new book this year that people realized how shocking his breakthrough was, with his seemingly effortless writing.

Readers and editors said this was a normal qualitative change that he had accumulated over a long period of time, but Lu Chuan knew that it wasn't.

He is indeed smarter and calmer than ever before.

He didn't mention these details, but Master Qingyun had clearly noticed them, only pointing to the faint pink scar on his temple that was gradually becoming less noticeable:

"In the West, it is said that the skin is the largest organ in the human body. Even if this area is damaged, the transformation of the internal organs is from the inside out, so it will help you better perceive what is beneficial to you and where can nourish you. Therefore, don't complain about this slight inconvenience."

He only talked about the good points, but he still didn't smile.

As if sensing something, Lu Chuan asked again:
"Nothing in this world is perfect. So what if my skin is a little sensitive? I have a wonderful family who take good care of my most important organ."

"But, Daoist, let's speak frankly. We both take everything in stride."

Master Qingyun suddenly sat up straight, his eyes shining brightly: "Then I will speak frankly."

Lu Chuan nodded again: "Just say it."

Master Qingyun then asked, "Would it be alright if I spoke frankly, causing a breakdown in your relationship?"

"What?!" Song Tan, who was driving, exclaimed in surprise.

"Did he cheat on me? How come I didn't notice?"

Could it be emotional infidelity? That shouldn't be! She really didn't notice!
Lu Chuan's usually calm face immediately turned pale with shock:
"Absolutely impossible! Daoist Master, you mustn't be talking nonsense."

Master Qingyun muttered, "I haven't said anything yet."

But the two people in front of him were both listening intently, waiting for his answer. In the rearview mirror, the driver's eyes were gleaming, glancing at him every now and then.

If she weren't driving, she would have turned around completely.

For some reason, it even seemed rather fierce.

This...

Master Qingyun hesitated:

"What I'm trying to say is that since your body is so healthy, there must be some flaws. The flaw is... that your current physical condition might prevent you from having children in the future."

Upon hearing this, Master Wuwei immediately held his breath.

Lu Chuan was also slightly taken aback: "Really?"

He was young and strong, and his medical check-up results were always good, so he had never considered this direction.

Then he looked at Song Tan.

Although he vaguely sensed what Song Tan usually meant, now that the defect was imminent, he still needed to confirm it again before he could feel at ease.

Meanwhile, the Taoist priest Wuwei clutched his forehead in pain and tightly closed his eyes.

Master, when people say "say what you should and shouldn't say," it's really just a polite way of putting it. You really shouldn't have said it!
But then Song Tan in the driver's seat let out a long sigh of relief:

"I thought it was a big deal. If he can't have children, he can't have children. He's so outstanding, it's normal that he can't have children."

Otherwise, if they have sons, their sons will have grandsons, and so on, endlessly.

A larger population will lead to the plundering of resources, which can never be repaid in full. In another hundred years, their family will be a large capitalist family that everyone despises and regards as an enemy.

She downplayed it, not taking it to heart at all. She even said:

"Since I can't have children either, wouldn't it be perfect for us to be together?"

what?
Master Qingyun was greatly surprised: "How could you say this out loud? I only saw it vaguely and haven't confirmed it yet."

He noticed that the two women's palaces were empty and their bodies seemed different from ordinary people, so he spoke about the men's affairs first.

According to common experience, if a man and woman are together, and the man cannot have children, they will likely be able to get along well and live more harmoniously.

But if a woman cannot bear children, she will not only have to endure harsh criticism and nitpicking, but she will also gradually wither away, and there will be evil words everywhere.

Although Master Qingyun was a Taoist practitioner, he also had a compassionate heart, so he only talked about Lu Chuan's matter first.

He planned to tell Song Tan secretly when he was sure of the outcome, so that he could make preparations.

Unexpectedly, Song Tan herself has now revealed it!

How foolish! But Song Tan thought it was perfectly reasonable.

From the moment she began her cultivation, she knew she wouldn't be able to have children.

If you absolutely must have one, then disperse your cultivation and become a weak, ordinary person again, and during this time, get pregnant and give birth, thus depleting your life essence.

Following this, with the original source severely damaged, the task of rebuilding was hundreds or even thousands of times more difficult.

As for the reason?

It's very simple. Cultivation is about going against the heavens, taking resources from heaven and earth, and then giving back to them. The body has become a large transfer station or furnace.

Where would there be room for another bug trying to cut off the flow?
Otherwise, if one's cultivation is successful and one can have children at will, what would the cultivation world be called? It would be called a cultivation family.

Let's have another uprising of independent cultivators every hundred, thousand, or ten thousand years.

If a person who has lived for thousands of years were to have a child every now and then, their power would grow to a terrifying extent, something no one wants to know.

She had read many of Lu Chuan's cultivation novels, in which sect selections were shifted from the cultivation world to the mortal world to select children with exceptional talent.

All of this vaguely aligns with this underlying reason.

Let's talk about Lu Chuan.

In fact, Lu Chuan had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation; however, his body was rich in spiritual energy, and the two of them being together did indeed bring him many benefits.

If he's willing to give up, it's not like he has no chance.

But, based on the information she vaguely senses in her daily life, would Lu Chuan be willing to give up?

Lu Chuan was also thinking about this.

The fact that he couldn't have children due to physical reasons actually relieved him greatly.

There is a harsh reality: although Lu Jing loves him very much, he did not grow up in an environment full of love and security.

When others think about children, they are thinking about the continuation of their bloodline, companionship in life, social responsibility, and family ties.

But he wouldn't even think about it.

He simply couldn't tolerate the uncertainty of children; to him, the crying of children in the car was torture for his sensitive hearing.

Moreover, the smarter a person is, the more they know, and the more they understand the difficulties and hardships of raising children.

He lacked the courage to take on another life.

I've even seen many successful people who, no matter how much money they spend hiring teachers or using various educational methods, still can't change their children's innate nature.

His career, the life he is enjoying now, and Song Tan, with whom he shares a deep spiritual connection, are the most peaceful places in his heart.

So when Ulanti was asked to play the child, the two of them laughed and changed the subject.

But now we have Master Qingyun.
Song Tan looked up and met the still-annoyed Taoist priest's gaze in the rearview mirror, then suddenly laughed:
"Master, please have a good talk with our two mothers about why we don't want to have children."

This time she was very generous: "If we can successfully appease them, please feel free to make any requests you may have."

Master Qingyun immediately covered his forehead: "Oh dear, oh dear, why are you sleepy?"

……

Whether you're sleepy or not, you've finally arrived at Yunqiao Village.

The rain was getting heavier.

Song Tan drove the car directly into the courtyard and parked it under the porch. Lu Chuan and the two Taoist priests got out of the car first.

"It's already seven or eight o'clock. You two must be hungry. Let's eat first, and then go back to settle in."

A sizzling sound came from the kitchen, the pungent aroma of green peppers hitting the hot oil spreading out. Caught off guard, Master Qingyun sneezed violently, then quickly nodded:

"Good good."

It's both stimulating and smells great; he can handle spicy food too!

Before Master Wuwei could even offer some words of advice about his otherworldly and dignified demeanor, he was already surrounded by the crowd and taken to a seat.

Looking at the table again, to show respect, the original four large stainless steel bowls that were always full of food regardless of who came have now been replaced with seven smaller stainless steel bowls, crammed together on the table!
Ulan also enthusiastically explained:

"Finally, there's stir-fried green peppers and eggs. This year's variety of green peppers is too spicy, so if we don't cook them last, the pan will still have that lingering flavor for a while. Come on, let's eat first."

Stir-frying over high heat makes the dishes cook exceptionally quickly.

The two were still hesitating when the last plate of fragrant, green vegetables, garnished with yellow eggs, was brought over by Seventh Uncle.

So the whole table was filled up.

Before they could even introduce themselves, everyone eagerly handed the cups, plates, and bowls to the two Taoist priests, saying, "Try them, try them!"

Master Qingyun originally had more to say, and Master Wuwei also had some polite things to say.

But now, surrounded by the aroma of hot food, and in the cool, air-conditioned room, all they can see are these dishes.

What are we waiting for? Let's start eating!
As for those difficult problems mentioned in the car, we'll talk about them next time! Next time!

Muffled sounds and exclamations of praise filled the air at the table.

If the two Taoist priests hadn't been desperately trying to maintain their otherworldly demeanor, they probably would have been eating without even lifting their heads.

During this time, Ulan also said:

"Thank goodness for that heavy rain in the middle, otherwise many people from our village would have come to our house, eager to see the Taoist priest."

You know, this whole journey, with cars and high-speed trains, must have been exhausting! And it wasn't a good idea to just kick people out. Then a heavy rain started, and seeing the raindrops falling, everyone was worried about delaying things by waiting too long, so they hurriedly went back.

Lu Chuan nodded: "This journey has indeed been arduous. Master, you should choose an auspicious day and adjust your condition."

Master Wuwei quickly lowered his head, feeling guilty.

"So there's no rush to look at the land. But Auntie can tell everyone in the village that the master said that as long as no photos or videos are taken, anyone who's interested can go and listen when he's looking at the land."

Really?!

In the novels Wulan heard, when those masters told fortunes, only the rich and powerful people waited respectfully by their side; there was never a large group of villagers listening.

Seeing the master so amiable now, I couldn't help but beam with joy:

"I'll tell you now."

She's now a very influential person in the village group chat!

He also said to Song Tan:

"Tan Tan, call Xiao Yang and Qiao Qiao and tell them to come over as soon as possible."

The Yang family is wealthy; I wonder if rich people have any taboos about consulting the master. But Qiaoqiao still wants the master to say a few words to put her mind at ease.

"Okay, okay." Song Tan quickly reassured them, "I'll send a message right now. If they hurry, they'll be home tomorrow."

As the group chatted, Seventh Cousin, eager to impress, also smiled warmly and said:

"Master, is my cooking to your liking?"

"It's okay if we don't agree. I've been a chef my whole life, and I know a thing or two about all kinds of cuisines. Just tell me what you want to eat!"

"It's just that my place is a few steps away from here, so I'll have to trouble you to come over in person."

"What?" Master Qingyun was taken aback. "I don't live here?"

He was so disappointed.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I could sense the rich and unusual atmosphere here, and I was feeling quite pleased with myself!
Sigh! (End of Chapter)