This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 215 You've also time-traveled?
On New Year's Eve, while the performances at the West Lake Grand Stage in Qiantang City were in full swing, Zhou Xianglin's thoughts had already drifted elsewhere, to the ancient times he had never visited.

Meanwhile, in Xiangyang City on the Kuching side, the night was equally lively, with every household decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Because of the victory in the previous war and the need to sweep away the bad luck, the governor of Xiangyang specially invited many opera troupes to set up stages in various places to perform on this day, inviting the people of the city to watch together, which added more entertainment to this New Year's Eve in addition to temple fairs and family New Year's Eve dinner.

However, no matter how lively it was, ancient times could not have had as many entertainment activities as modern times. So after Hai Shi (9-11 PM), Xiangyang City gradually quieted down. Except for the red lanterns that were still hanging in many places, the whole city entered a state of slumber.

Inside Renji Hall, Elder Ge Rui and his wife had already gone to sleep, but Shen Qingyou in another room opened her eyes from her sleep, then dressed herself in the dim light, and tiptoed out of the room.

Upon reaching the courtyard wall, Shen Qingyou leaped lightly, her entire body like a soaring swallow, leaping nearly two zhang high, and then like a feather, she lightly landed on the roof of a nearby house, before quickly moving forward.

The defenses of Xiangyang are relatively lax now, at least for Shen Qingyou. Before long, he had left Xiangyang and arrived at Foguang Temple.

On New Year's Eve, Foguang Temple seemed to have a bit more incense burning. Shen Qingyou could smell a sandalwood scent, but that was all.

The entire temple still only has Master Moke, who has even refused several people who wanted to become monks.

The soft chanting of sutras, accompanied by the tapping of a wooden fish, came from Master Mo Ke's current meditation room. Shen Qingyou flipped and leaped into the temple. After walking for a while, she heard a noise and followed the sound quickly. She saw that the doors of one of the main halls were wide open, and the night wind made the few pitiful eternal lamps inside sway wildly.

Several petty thieves were fiddling with the donation box inside, shaking it and looking at it.

Shen Qingyou stood in the shadows of a corner outside the hall, turning his head to look in the direction of the chanting. He was no longer a clueless novice, and Master Mo Ke must have known about the commotion, since he used to chant sutras in the main hall.

Inside the hall, several people seemed anxious and nervous, sweating profusely despite the cold winter weather, and glancing outside from time to time.

"Do you have money?" "Of course, it makes a lot of noise when you shake it!"

"Pour it out!"

Several people turned the donation box upside down and shook it, and copper coins spilled out from the small opening at the top. Some people quickly squatted down to pick them up.

"It's too slow, how can we drive it?"

"I don't know, I don't know how to use this kind of wooden lock. Sigh, is anyone here yet?"

"It shouldn't be yet, the old monk is chanting scriptures."

"Forget it, if we can't open it, let's move it and then smash it open. We can use it as firewood!"

"Isn't this bad?"

"Oh no, we'll be spotted! Hurry!"

"Let's speak to the Bodhisattva."

"There aren't even any Buddha statues, so what's the point of worshipping them? If they were truly efficacious, how come our lives are like this?"

Amidst the shouts, the group discussed their plan and then carried the donation box out, the copper coins inside rattling loudly.

Shen Qingyou could see clearly from the corner that the group of people were pale and thin, sweating profusely, and walking out nervously and fearfully.

As they were carrying the donation box up the steps, a pebble suddenly flew by and hit a wooden buckle on the box.

With a crisp "click," the wooden lid on one side of the donation box suddenly opened.

"Wow, wow, wow."

A copper coin poured out directly from the open wooden lid, bouncing haphazardly down the steps.

"Ah! The money's out!" "Quick, pick it up!"

The group hurriedly put down the donation box, making a loud "bang" because of the rush. They were startled and quickly went up and down the steps to pick up the coins. It looked like a lot of coins had been poured out, but after picking for a while, they only found about a hundred coins.

"Why is there so little?"

"That's enough, that's enough for the whole family to have a few good meals during the New Year. Let's go!"

They didn't have time to search any further, because the chanting had stopped, and they ran away in a panic.

In the dim light, Shen Qingyou emerged from the corner, straightened the donation box, put the few remaining loose copper coins back into the box, and placed it back in its original position.

Footsteps approached from that direction, but Shen Qingyou did not reveal herself. She simply watched in the shadows as the old monk walked into the hall, looked around, closed the door, and left, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened.

Afterwards, Shen Qingyou tended to the temple's vegetable garden alone under the starlight on New Year's Eve, filled all the temple's water tanks with water, and left a few steamed buns in the kitchen before leaving Foguang Temple. However, she did not go towards Xiangyang, but instead stayed on the other side near the mountain.

Upon arriving at a familiar location, Shen Qingyou saw the woods over there. To his surprise, not only had the umbrella bearer come tonight, but there was also another person by his side. When this person looked over, Shen Qingyou's breath hitched slightly.

Shen Qingyou then took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, senior! Greetings, immortal!"

Shen Qingyou could never forget that the person beside Wuming was the very immortal who had made a vow with her back then.

Although Shen Qingyou was nervous at this moment, he showed more composure. He didn't know if he could go back, but he knew that he had a clear conscience.

"Young Master Shen, how have you been?"

When Zhuang Lin spoke, Shen Qingyou felt a sense of relief, but she still replied.

"Thanks to the immortal's great fortune, I am living a fairly comfortable life!"

Zhuang Lin smiled.

"That sounds rather sarcastic. If you want to curse, then curse. I, Zhuang, am not that petty!"

Shen Qingyou quickly replied, "I wouldn't dare. I made a boast back then and didn't believe in fate. The suffering I've endured since coming here is entirely my own fault. I wouldn't dare blame the Immortal Master!"

"Yes, I dare not, but it's not that I don't want to; I, Zhuang, have also made mistakes!"

The nameless one on the side then spoke up at the opportune moment.

"This young master Shen is indeed exceptionally talented. He has dealt with many evil spirits and monsters in the Xiangyang area during this period, which can be considered a meritorious achievement."

Wuming used to look down on Shen Qingyou the most, but now he is personally passing on his teachings to her to some extent, which shows that he has changed his opinion of her.

Zhuang Lin nodded, looking at Shen Qingyou, who remained relatively calm.

"Young Master Shen, have you decided to go home this time?"

Shen Qingyou was slightly startled and looked surprised. Shouldn't she be the one to ask the immortal to allow him to go home?

Can I go back?

"It's already done, but you had an unfulfilled wish before, otherwise you wouldn't have only come to me today, right?"

"But Fa Hong...I've already killed him."

They could be considered her benefactors. Shen Qingyou didn't know how the immortals viewed this, but she didn't think it was worth hiding, so she decided to tell them herself.

Zhuang Lin nodded slightly.

"This person deserves this punishment; it's nothing to brag about."

"Then can I really go back?"

That's it? No extra conditions, no extra tests?
Shen Qingyou subconsciously glanced at the person holding the umbrella to the side. The nameless man, who was always expressionless, now had a slight smile on his lips and nodded.

Shen Qingyou couldn't contain his excitement, and his body even trembled slightly with excitement. He hadn't felt such intense emotional fluctuations in a long time.

Suddenly, Shen Qingyou looked towards Xiangyang City. He wasn't looking at the city itself, but at the Jiren Hall in the city, where he saw the doctor and his wife.

The saying "a teacher for a day is a father for life" is perfectly embodied in Ge Ruiyuan and his wife. They truly treat Shen Qingyou as their own daughter. Shen Qingyou rarely experiences this kind of affection from her own blood relatives, and she was mostly raised by nannies during her childhood.

Zhuang Lin and Wuming could obviously tell what Shen Qingyou was thinking. The former didn't ask any more questions, but just added a comment at the right moment.

"If Young Master Shen is willing, he can come back at any time in the future!"

Shen Qingyou turned to look at Zhuang Lin, but didn't ask the question. However, she could tell from Zhuang Lin's expression that what he said was true.

Shen Qingyou was not stupid. After experiencing various things, her mind had been transformed. She also knew a lot about the so-called legends and myths and had made the connection before. There was no need to say more in this situation.

Without saying much, Shen Qingyou simply bowed deeply to Zhuang Lin and Wuming.

"Rumble"

A sudden clap of thunder echoed across the distant horizon, drawing the group's gaze in that direction. Dark clouds seemed to be rolling in and lightning flashing across the sky, suggesting that a rare winter thunderstorm was brewing.

However, not long after, the thunderclouds seemed to weaken and then fade away.

That aura was clearly not from an ordinary thunderstorm. Its fading away further indicated that the thunderstorm had lost some kind of aura guiding it, which naturally meant that someone had deliberately used magic to avoid it.

Zhuang Lin and Wuming exchanged a glance, naturally knowing what that meant—that direction was none other than Little Holy Mountain!
"It seems Fellow Daoist Ximiao is about to break through!"

Wuming said this, and Zhuang Lin nodded slightly.

Although Shen Qingyou was slightly curious, she remained silent and instead sensed the restless fluctuations of spiritual energy in the sky, and unconsciously began to breathe.
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The next morning, Shen Qingyou prepared breakfast for his master and mistress as usual, and was the first to open the clinic. With his current learning speed, he was already able to treat some minor illnesses. He could sit in the clinic for a while before his master got up or his fellow disciples arrived.

However, Shen Qingyou was somewhat absent-minded today, wondering how to bring it up with her master and mistress, and whether they would overthink it.

Just then, an old man wearing a turban passed by on the street, which also attracted Shen Qingyou's attention, because the complexion of the old man's head was significantly different from that of the people around him.

The old man walked briskly, glancing around as he went, but there was no hint of sleazy in him. Instead, he was full of curiosity and excitement like a child. He then stopped outside the clinic, looked up at the signboard, and read it.

"Ji Ren Tang? This must be it!"

The old man walked in excitedly, and Shen Qingyou just watched him. He looked left and right, reached out to touch the folding chair, and reached out to feel the temperature of the medicine pot stove. He was just like a child, as if everything was new and exciting.

At the same time, the old man's complexion was also very vibrant!

"Sir, are you here for a medical consultation or to pick up some medicine?"

Shen Qingyou couldn't help but ask a question. The old man looked up at the counter, seemingly scrutinizing her closely, which made Shen Qingyou frown slightly. But then she felt that the old man looked somewhat familiar.

I've seen him before? No, that can't be right. His complexion is so unique; how could I forget him if I've seen him before?

"Mr. Shen, don't you recognize me? We've met a few times before, at the Gold Award Gala!"

Do we recognize each other? Have we seen each other before? Gold Award
Ok?
Shen Qingyou was stunned. The Gold Award Gala? Such a distant yet familiar term. It shouldn't be here. Looking at the old man, the sense of familiarity grew stronger, but she just couldn't recall the name.

"You, you are."

"Me? I'm Zhou Xianglin! Didn't you ask someone to talk to me before about wanting to collaborate on a film? Have you forgotten?"

"Director Zhou?"

No, is it a question of whether I forgot or not?
"You...you've also traveled through time?"

(End of this chapter)