I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The gaze came from the crack in the door; it wasn't the living room door, but the door to the inner room.

The door wasn't closed completely; it was left a crack.

Through the crack in the door, a pair of aged eyes were staring at Qin Ming with a somewhat eerie expression.

Zhang Yangqing didn't look over. He pretended not to have noticed anything and simply strolled around the living room from beginning to end, his gaze never lingering on that door for even a second.

He didn't show any sign that he was deliberately observing; he just wandered around the house as if he were looking at feng shui.

Qin Ming came out of the kitchen. He had just finished preparing a thermal container with breakfast for his grandmother for tomorrow: "Okay, let's go. Grandma can just heat it up in the morning and eat it."

Zhang Yangqing nodded and followed Qin Ming out the door.

Qin Ming's motorcycle was a black 125cc. The body was a bit old, and the seat was covered with a plush cushion that his grandmother had sewn, with very dense stitches.

He got on the motorcycle, started the engine, and once Zhang Yangqing was settled, he released the clutch, stepped on the gas, and the motorcycle sputtered out of the alley.

It was already night, and the moon hung in the sky. It wasn't big, but it was very bright. The moonlight shone on the streets of the county town, giving every building and every tree a silvery-white glow.

There were very few people on the street, and when there were one or two pedestrians, they were all hurrying along with their heads down.

Most of the shops were closed, with only a few convenience stores and barbecue stalls still lit up.

Scattered like stars, quiet as a painting.

Along the way, Qin Ming enthusiastically introduced some things, the interesting things about this small county, his regrets when he was in school, and how he could have gone to university if he had gotten that big math problem right.

His tone was relaxed, as if he were chatting with an old friend.

Qin Ming started talking non-stop, saying that the barbecue in their county was especially delicious, and that they used homemade sauce.

They said there was a very capable teacher at the middle school in their county, whose class always ranked first in the county in every exam.

He said that when he was a child, he went to the river to catch fish with his classmates and almost got swept away by the water.

Qin Ming acted like a natural friend, chatting with Zhang Yangqing about everything and daring to say anything.

Zhang Yangqing acted as a listener, responding occasionally.

"Really?" "And then?" "That was quite interesting"—simple words that aptly picked up on the conversation.

As they spoke, the two had already left the county town.

The motorcycle drove out of the city lights and onto the mountain road.

The road is narrow, just wide enough for one car to pass through. The road surface is made of cement, but it has been in disrepair for many years, with cracks in some places and potholes in others.

There are mountains on both sides, with pine and fir trees planted on them. The shadows of the trees in the moonlight look like soldiers on guard.

The wind blew past my ears, carrying the unique earthy scent and fresh fragrance of grass and trees.

Qin Ming said that it's about an hour's walk from here to Qin Family Village.

They lived in Qinjiacun when they were young. Later, his parents worked and earned money, bought a piece of land in the county town and built a house.

Qin Ming lamented that land wasn't worth much back then, and if he had known, he would have had his father buy more; they would be landlords now.

His tone carried a sense of regret that "the past cannot be retrieved," as if he were talking about something very real, something that belonged to him.

Everything was said in Qin Ming's voice.

It seems that all of Qin Ming's memories are from childhood to adulthood.

When they reached a small hill, Zhang Yangqing suddenly said, "Let's stop here." Qin Ming was taken aback for a moment, but still slowed down and parked the motorcycle on the side of the road.

He propped himself up on a kickstand, turned off the engine, took off his helmet, and looked around in confusion.

Under the moonlight, the grass on the hillside had withered and turned yellow, swaying gently in the night breeze.

In the distance, there were continuous mountain ranges, dark and indistinct.

"Taoist Master, is there anything strange here?" Qin Ming's voice carried a hint of nervousness as he looked around, as if searching for something odd.

Zhang Yangqing got out of the car and stood by the roadside, his back to the moonlight.

The moonlight shone from behind him, casting a long shadow that fell in front of Qin Ming.

He turned around and looked at Qin Ming. His eyes were calm, but they appeared particularly deep in the moonlight, leaving Qin Ming somewhat bewildered.

"How long are you going to keep up this act?" Zhang Yangqing said coldly, a stark contrast to his earlier enthusiastic 'perfunctory' attitude.

Qin Ming scratched his head, his face full of confusion and bewilderment: "Daoist Master? What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Zhang Yangqing didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "You're not Qin Ming, you can't hide it from me."

Qin Ming opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to explain something, but Zhang Yangqing waved his hand, not giving him a chance to speak.

"You're not just strange, you're afraid that if you replace Qin Ming, people will notice something is wrong. So you made yourself undetectable to Qin Ming. You're hiding in Qin Ming's mind, constantly observing his every move. Because you want to imitate Qin Ming, you want to integrate into the human world, so you have to understand Qin Ming."

Zhang Yangqing stared into Qin Ming's eyes, his voice unhurried and slow, like a teacher lecturing a student.

“You did a good job on this. At least you know most of what Qin Ming has been through since he was a child. But I guess you only remember it from when Qin Ming was talking to other people. You have never actually experienced those things. You have only heard Qin Ming talk about them.”

Qin Ming stood there, stunned, his face filled with confusion.

It's unclear whether it was the tension of being exposed or Zhang Yangqing's bewilderment after misjudging the situation.

His mouth opened slightly, then closed, then opened again, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "I actually suspected you from the beginning because your personality has changed quite a bit. Someone who has been afraid of seeing or hearing about killing since childhood wouldn't be so calm when helping to slaughter pigs. Of course, you can explain that it was the good intentions of your relatives and friends, and you had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it."

He paused for a moment, as if giving Qin Ming a chance to explain, but Qin Ming remained silent.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "But Qin Ming cherishes his life. When raising poultry, he would often be pecked and scratched, leaving him with wounds, but he always treated them himself. You, on the other hand, don't have a single wound on you."

Zhang Yangqing's gaze fell on Qin Ming's arm, which was free of scars and had smooth skin.

"In other words, you haven't been injured while raising poultry recently, and those bandages and hemostatic drugs haven't been used for a long time. You must be quite skilled."

Qin Ming looked down at his hands, then at Zhang Yangqing, but remained silent.

Zhang Yangqing: "Actually, you can explain all of this. I can't judge whether you are weird or not, but there is one thing you have overlooked."

Qin Ming's voice was somewhat hoarse: "What?"

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and said calmly, "Qin Ming's grandmother discovered a long time ago that you are not Qin Ming, but sometimes you act exactly like Qin Ming. To be precise, you are acting like Qin Ming too hard. This includes the fact that you keep telling me about Qin Ming's past. You are afraid that I will doubt you. This is something that deserves criticism."

"And you made a big mistake. When two people who spend every day together change, it's hard not to notice. Do you know why Qin Ming's grandmother looked at you like that when you were in the kitchen? She wasn't looking at her grandson; she was confirming whether you were still her grandson. She didn't dare to ask, didn't dare to say, and didn't dare to show it. She was afraid that if you weren't, she would lose even the you she has now."

These words caused Qin Ming's pupils to contract slightly, and a change in his emotions appeared.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "Actually, the sooner you left, the less suspicious you would have been. I'm very curious why you've been here all this time, and even placed orders on our Daoist app under the identity of Qin Ming. Are you using this to attract 'professionals' to take a risky move? To test whether you can truly integrate into the human world? Or is there another reason?" (End of Chapter)