This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 216 A Powerful Actress

Shen Qingyou had considered meeting all sorts of people, even the emperor, but there was no way he would see Zhou Xianglin here.

Although I didn't recognize them at first, everything became clear when they gave their names.

Zhou Xianglin is an absolutely pivotal figure in the entertainment industry, but his appearance here gave Shen Qingyou an extremely absurd feeling, and he couldn't help but pinch his thigh.

The pain in his leg told Shen Qingyou that he wasn't dreaming, and besides, he wasn't an ordinary person anymore, so how could he not know whether he was awake or not?
Zhou Xianglin was extremely excited at this moment.

"Hahahaha, time travel, that's true, that's true. Young Master Shen must be quite surprised to see me, right?"

As Zhou Xianglin spoke, he deliberately stroked his beard, then leaned closer to the counter and smiled.

"How about it? Is my tone appropriate? 'Old man,' 'this old man'? 'This old man' seems more suitable, don't you think?"

Seeing Zhou Xianglin like this, even Shen Qingyou, who had already tempered her mind in this world, couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly.

This famous director looks like he's on vacation.

"Director Zhou, you should be careful. This world is not like the world of later generations; it is actually full of crises. You are quite old. Have you ever spoken without thinking, or perhaps offended Master Zhuang?"

Zhuang Lin was actually on the street outside, intending to enter the clinic, but he paused in his tracks, then frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

Am I petty?

Even though they were outside, and even though Shen Qingyou lowered her voice, Zhuang Lin still heard the conversation inside.

An unnamed figure loomed beside Zhuang Lin, who glanced at him but saw that he remained expressionless.

"Never mind, my presence might put pressure on someone."

As he spoke, Zhuang Lin looked up at the sky. Today, a large area was covered in dark clouds, with the center of the clouds being the distant Little Sacred Mountain.

"I'm going to Little Sacred Mountain. I'll leave it to you, fellow Daoist!"

"Alright, please make yourself at home, sir!"

Zhuang Lin nodded and said nothing more. He turned and walked away down the street, disappearing into the crowd of peddlers and laborers without anyone noticing.

Inside the clinic, Zhou Xianglin couldn't suppress the smile on his face after hearing Shen Qingyou's words.

"Sigh, I know this place isn't peaceful, but how can I not be excited since it's my first time here? By the way, back to what we were talking about, didn't you ask me to collaborate on a film before? I was arrogant back then, thinking you were just a pretty face with no acting skills, but things are different now. So, Mr. Shen, if you don't mind, how about we collaborate on a film?"

Shen Qingyou was also amused. She never expected that Director Zhou, whom everyone in the entertainment industry wanted to associate with, had such a childlike side.

"Sigh, Director Zhou, how about this, you can stay at the clinic for a while to get used to things. I'll tell my master that you're from my hometown, so you'll have a place to stay. Or Foguang Temple would also be fine; I have a good relationship with Master Mo Ke, and he can take you in, though life will be a bit tough."

Shen Qingyou recalled the suffering she had endured back then. How could Zhou Xianglin, an old man, have suffered like that? Of course, the latter was probably too old to cause any trouble.

However, while there are some people in the entertainment industry who are virtuous, there are also many who are corrupt. Could it be that Director Zhou's private life is not very clean?

Zhou Xianglin was unaware that Shen Qingyou had considered his situation many times, but he could tell that she cared about him, so his smile widened.

The young man has a good heart; actors with good character deserve even more respect.

"Don't worry, I can come and go as I please, and I also know you can leave too. So, are you interested in taking my film offer? I have a lot of big productions coming up, and if you can get a role, you'll really become famous!"

Shen Qingyou was startled. He had to take Zhou Xianglin's words seriously: "Can come and go?"
Before Shen Qingyou could ask any further questions, footsteps came from the back of the clinic, and Ge Ruiyuan, who had finished washing up, came to the front hall.

"Qingyou, is there a patient you need to see?"

When Ge Ruiyuan walked over, he saw that the other disciples in the hall had not yet arrived, and there was only an elderly-looking customer in front of the counter.

Shen Qingyou hesitated for a moment, about to introduce Zhou Xianglin, but before he could speak, the latter had already spoken first with excitement.

"I am not a patient seeking medical advice; I have come here to find someone."

At this moment, Zhou Xianglin was completely different from the person Shen Qingyou had just met. His expression was a mix of excitement and sorrow, and his lips trembled as he bowed to Ge Ruiyuan.

"You must be Dr. Ge. Thank you for taking Qingyou in. I am an old friend from my hometown. I have been searching for him for a long time at the request of his family. Heaven rewards the diligent, and I have finally found him. His family was extremely worried, and his elders are seriously ill."

Zhou Xianglin spoke with slight agitation, recounting the anxieties of Shen Qingyou's hometown people. Some of his words even echoed what Shen Qingyou herself had told her master. With Wuming present, this information was naturally readily available. As he spoke, Zhou Xianglin wiped away tears with his sleeve, his tone and expression bringing tears to the eyes of onlookers.
Shen Qingyou stared blankly at the old man across the counter, her expression as if she had seen a ghost, yet also as if she had seen someone from her hometown with astonishment.

Yes, yes, Director Zhou Xianglin has directed so many films in his life, and he often demonstrates expressions and movements to actors. How could he not know how to act!
Not only can they act, but they are also extremely expressive!

Ge Ruiyuan stood there dumbfounded. He listened to the old man's words, but felt a sense of disorientation. Even after Zhou Xianglin finished speaking, he remained speechless.

"Master, Master?"

Shen Qingyou noticed that something was wrong with her master and quickly went to him from behind the counter. Only then did Ge Ruiyuan come to his senses. He looked at the old man wiping his eyes by the counter and then at his disciple who had come to help him.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing. This person is from your hometown, that's a good thing!"

Ge Ruiyuan was being supported by one hand, while his other hand was unconsciously clenched in his sleeve. Shen Qingyou was his last personally taught disciple.

Although they had known each other for less than a year, Shen Qingyou's character and personality had won the hearts of Ge Ruiyuan and his wife. They treated him like their own son, and the latter regarded him as their teacher and father, even risking their lives to protect Ge Ruiyuan on the battlefield to bring him back.

Upon hearing this, Ge Ruiyuan's first reaction, besides being happy for Shen Qingyou, was actually a little flustered, but then he sighed helplessly.

"Qingyou, your body and hair are gifts from your parents, since..."

A loud crash interrupted Ge Ruiyuan's words. The three people in the hall looked in the direction of the sound and saw that an old woman carrying a pot of porridge had accidentally broken the pot, scattering rice porridge all over the ground.

"Master's wife!"

The old woman belatedly looked at the ground, but instead stepped directly over the mess and walked ahead.

"Qingyou is leaving?"

The old woman's eyes were already red after asking just one question, which left Shen Qingyou at a loss. Ge Ruiyuan was also speechless. He was just as upset as his wife, but since they had come looking for him, his disciple was not the kind of person who was disloyal and unfilial.

Zhou Xianglin was slightly shocked by what he saw, and finally realized the weight of Wuming's words, "Master and disciple depend on each other and regard each other as their own children."

"Oh, oh, oh, this is such good porridge! Elder sister, it's my fault. I was so excited that I forgot to consider your feelings!"

"I naturally inquired before I came. Qingyou just said that the two elders treat him like their own son. How can we let Qingyou leave? Wouldn't that be unkind, unjust, disloyal, and unfilial?"

With tears in his eyes and a smile on his face, Zhou Xianglin walked up to Ge Ruiyuan and his wife.

"Dr. Ge, a teacher for a day is a father for life. You are also his father. However, he has been away from home for a long time, and his family must miss him. He needs to go home to visit. He will come back to learn from you in the future!"

Shen Qingyou felt as if she had been granted a pardon and hurriedly nodded vigorously in agreement with Zhou Xianglin's words.

"Yes, yes, Master and Mistress, please don't worry. I just suddenly heard news from my hometown and was hesitating about going home to see it. I haven't had a chance to tell you both yet. Besides, my skills are not yet proficient, how could I not come back!"

Ge Ruiyuan's frustration dissipated considerably, and he couldn't help but put on a stern face and adopt the airs of a master.

"Nonsense! Your elders have been worried for a long time, how can you hesitate? Besides, your hometown is far away, your hesitation will only delay things."

As he spoke, Ge Ruiyuan looked at the old woman beside him.

"And you, at your age, are so easily startled. Qingyou lost her composure, and you're being unreasonable too?"

"Yes, yes, alas, it's my fault. This gentleman is from Qingyou's hometown, isn't he? He hasn't had breakfast yet, has he? How about...?"

The woman looked back at the spilled porridge and realized that their breakfast had also been severely damaged.

"Master's wife, you two rest for a while and chat with Uncle Zhou. I'm going to buy some soup dumplings to eat!"

"Yes, yes, talk to me, tell me about what's going on here!"

Zhou Xianglin's interest was piqued, and he no longer showed any trace of sorrow. Ge Ruiyuan, unaware of anything amiss, told Shen Qingyou to hurry back.
After leaving the clinic, Shen Qingyou walked briskly and couldn't help but let out a huge sigh of relief.

In a way, it was thanks to Director Zhou's arrival that Shen Qingyou was able to speak. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine how she would have spoken to her master and mistress in their current state, and she simply couldn't bear to leave.

On the street opposite the clinic, Wuming stood in the center, holding an umbrella. Shen Qingyou couldn't see him at the moment, nor could the people on the street. He looked at the three old people chatting inside the clinic, then at Shen Qingyou who was walking away quickly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

This kid!
(End of this chapter)