I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 230 Like a Spring Breeze Overnight
The turmoil at Senso-ji Temple passed just like that.

The old lady was startled when the five young monks came running over crying and apologizing.

After learning that it was a prank by a few children, the old man mercifully let them go, though he did give them a verbal reprimand.

As an apology, the monks of Senso-ji Temple gave each person a blessed amulet.

These amulets have been placed before the Buddha for a considerable period of time, and are not in the same league as those produced in factories and small workshops.

After receiving the apology gift, Ren Qinglan was amazed: "This is the first time I've seen such a polite monk. Aren't all the monks in Japan supposed to be greedy for money?"

"Perhaps it's not the monk's fault." Yuukawa Chinatsu had been secretly observing Bai Xuan and knew that he had been gone for some time.

"I just filed a simple complaint. After all, this involves the reputation of Senso-ji Temple, so they should naturally take responsibility," Bai Xuan explained.

That makes sense.

But that doesn't actually make sense.

Such a large tourist attraction, located in Tokyo where land is incredibly expensive, who would care about a tourist's complaint? This is the same principle as a big business bullying its customers.

One more of you is not more, and one less of you is not more.

Shangguan Ying understood this principle. She glanced at her grandson but didn't ask any further questions. The old woman felt a sense of pride and relief.

Unlike the old man and his son who died young, the eldest grandson was capable.

He easily dealt with the group of people who regularly came to harass him in a foreign land, and even made the monks of Senso-ji Temple bow their heads and apologize.

There's nothing to worry about regarding his future.

Grandma Shangguan also hoped that her descendants could be self-reliant and independent. Always using being a kept man as a fallback plan is not a good habit. A real man should live upright and honestly.

Nothing else unpleasant happened throughout the rest of the day.

We continued our road trip, visiting some nearby attractions to enjoy the scenery, take photos, grab a bite to eat, and relax for a while. Finally, we went out for a famous kaiseki meal in the evening.

The taste was just so-so.

The cooks were quite eloquent, and there were also Kabuki performances.

Other guests clapped and sang along to the rhythm of the shamisen, creating a lively atmosphere.

Although Bai Xuan didn't find the pale-faced geisha and her stiff, slow, stick-worm-like dance appealing at all, he thought it was far less exciting and varied than the female live streamers on Kuaishou, which were also free.

Simply put, the dance moves are not good.

The geisha would occasionally cast him a passionate glance and even came over to offer him a drink. When asked casually, he learned that the geisha was actually only seventeen years old this year and had just debuted. She had been learning traditional song and dance and shamisen since she was ten years old.

Life is tough, so the songstress performs for money.

Bai Xuan raised his glass and drank, but ignored the geisha's unspoken message: developing a relationship beyond friendship was out of the question; he didn't have the financial means to support a geisha.

Because of the alcohol, my aunt was in charge of driving back home that night. She slowed down, and by the time everyone arrived home, it was almost nine o'clock.

Exhausted, the group quickly washed up and went to bed to rest.

We are all people who grew up in China, and we don't have the habit of having to take a shower before going to bed. At most, we just wash our buttocks and feet.

Back on the soft bed, Bai Xuan quickly fell asleep.

……

I dreamt again.

He returned to that meadow.

The girl I saw in my dream yesterday ran past me, took my hand, and ran forward.

"Look, look! I'm getting dressed up!" the girl exclaimed excitedly.

The girl is currently using a paintbrush to color a piece of clothing that has been propped up.

The movements were serious and meticulous, and paint was even smeared on their faces.

Bai Xuan asked, "Was it a monk who told you what I said?"

"Yes, that's what the Bodhisattva said." Sakura nodded seriously, then stopped what she was doing and asked, "But, will my best friend really not get sick? Has she really been cured?"

"I never lie," Bai Xuan assured him.

"I believe you, hee hee." The girl flashed her white teeth and continued to happily draw on her clothes: "I'm so happy! I can finally wear pretty clothes and let my best friend see my best self."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly lowered: "But perhaps she has already forgotten me?"

The girl paused for a moment, then continued drawing intently, her eyes bright and clear: "But what does it matter if she forgets me? I still want her to see me."

Bai Xuan didn't disturb her painting; he just watched quietly and waited.

until...

"It's done!"

She put down her paintbrush and jumped for joy.

She then remembered that there were guests behind her, so she stopped what she was doing, scratched her cheek a little awkwardly and shyly, and gave a cute smile.

"After you wake up."

"I will definitely show you my best side."

As she spoke, she walked towards the beautiful brocade and jade robe, which resembled a painting, and reached out to gently touch it.

The next moment, light burst forth.

The light was not dazzling but a gentle white, like a tender touch.

Bai Xuan covered his face.

Then he awoke from the stark reality. He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

At this time, it was still dark.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, lifting the curtains and brushing against his face. A petal was carried by the wind to his front and landed in his palm.

Looking down, I saw that many pink petals had been scattered on the floor-to-ceiling windowsill on the second floor.

He was drawn toward the windowsill and pushed open the half-closed window.

When I opened the window, a gust of wind blew by, and I smelled a kind of transparent vibration. Like a spider silk breaking in the wind, like the first fine crack appearing on the surface of ice, something that had been sleeping was rustling up from the branches.

The waning moon still lingered in the western sky, while a faint light had already begun to spread in the east.

Look down.

As the morning breeze dispelled the thin mist, Bai Xuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, stunned by the scenery in the courtyard.

Those branches that were so thin and weak last night are now adorned with hundreds and thousands of blooming cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms stretch out in the dark blue light of the sky, as if a swarm of butterflies formed from moonlight has suddenly gained shape, or as if stars have fallen and been caught by the branches, turning into soft flower cups, gracefully stretching their figures in the wind.

In the darkness of night, unknown to anyone, the century-old cherry tree burst into full bloom overnight, blossoming with cherry blossoms in full glory!

Bai Xuan gazed at this scene, and even though he realized that this was perhaps a landscape he had created himself, he was still awestruck by the vibrant life force of these plants.

Then he saw a woman walk towards the center of the courtyard.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a woman, but Shangguan Ying.

My first mistake was that her originally white hair had turned jet black, and she looked younger than before.

Wearing a shawl to keep warm, Shangguan Ying walked on the soft lawn, step by step towards the blooming cherry blossom tree. When she arrived at the tree, she looked at the drooping branches.

His eyes weren't marveling at the spectacular sight before him, but rather lost in memories, as if recalling a long-forgotten event, his brows furrowed with unresolved recollections of the past.

She cautiously reached out her hand, raised it, and then withdrew it, as if gathering some immense courage, and touched the cherry wood with her fingertips.

In an instant, the sleeping flower soul was awakened. The morning breeze swept across the tree canopy, bringing up layers of pink ripples. The delicate petals broke free from the calyx and wove into flowing brocade.

Cherry blossoms enveloped her.

Shangguan Ying returned to that spring day many years ago.

Back then, she was just a child and played under this tree. But as soon as she arrived, she contracted hay fever. Because she loved the cherry blossom tree so much, she secretly went to the yard and fell asleep. Her body was weak, and she fell seriously ill.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

At that time, a girl of the same age stayed with her under the tree all day. The two played games together, promised to be friends, and agreed to meet again.

Decades have passed, and she has become an old woman in her twilight years, but the cherry blossom tree remains in the same place, waiting for her to return.

She remembered it all.

"cherry."

She heard the sound and suddenly turned around to look.

Behind the cherry blossom tree, a beautiful young woman quietly emerged. She wore a kimono adorned with countless blooming cherry blossoms, her hair styled in a pink bun. Her demeanor was as elegant as a princess, and her features were as gentle as a spring breeze.

As spring arrived, Sakura Princess stood quietly under the tree, looking at Shangguan Ying with nervousness and unease. She asked cautiously, "Are you feeling alright? Are you sick? Do you feel unwell?"

"It's alright, I'm fine." Shangguan Ying walked step by step towards Sakura Princess, her face full of apology. The old lady had probably never been so flustered in her life: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, I even forgot about you, I'm so sorry..."

Apologize one by one.

Sakura-hime blinked, looking completely bewildered. What was she talking about? It's not late.

She gently took the other person's hand, just as many years ago, when Princess Sakura first awoke and grasped the hand of the girl who reached out to her.

"Welcome back, Sakura."

Shangguan Ying was stunned for a moment, then hugged Sakura Princess tightly.

At first, there was silence, then sobbing, and finally, uncontrollable crying.

Princess Sakura didn't understand why she was crying. Was she unhappy to see her?
But she held on so tightly, as if she were afraid of losing her.

very warm.

The heartbeat is powerful and sounds beautiful.

Sakura Princess gently stroked Shangguan Ying's hair and back, soothing her tenderly: "It's alright, it's alright, I'm right here..."

They had only met once and spent only one day together, yet their friendship and waiting lasted for fifty years.

Princess Sakura is not only her friend, but also an echo of her childhood, the most carefree and beautiful time of her life, and a treasure left by her family.

Bai Xuan stood on the second floor, not wanting to disturb this long-awaited reunion.

The dawn arrived at just the right time.

He saw a ray of sunlight rise from the distance, golden threads piercing through petals as thin as cicada wings, turning each cherry blossom into a translucent glass lamp.

Fragrant snow accumulated on the lawn in the courtyard, while the flowers on the branches continued to bloom—this grand yet silent awakening was like a deity spilling a palette before dawn, hiding all the splendor in the flower buds.

The descending morning light permeates every inch of skin, and the colors suppressed by the night finally burst forth, completing their most unrestrained escape at dawn.

Suddenly, the entire courtyard was filled with ripples of light, and even the mottled cracks of the stone lanterns revealed tiny flower shadows.

At the very center of this breathtaking scenery, they are embracing tightly.

She shed tears under the cherry blossom tree.

She smiled amidst the cherry blossom rain.

……

(End of this chapter)