Notes on Longevity

Chapter 135 Shengming Dislikes the Taoist Priest, Green Robe Covered with White Cloth

"I don't know either," Wei Shengming said with a forced smile, though he was inwardly extremely embarrassed. What was he thinking about this kid?

He had heard about what happened back then from someone in the Qin family. Although Taihua was younger than Yun Gong, the difference between them wasn't that great. Moreover, Taihua still looked the same as before, clearly someone who had attained enlightenment. Looking at him, however, his hair was white, and his face had aged. Although he had also gained something in Kunlun, he was still somewhat inferior to Taihua.

Moreover, everyone in Yu'an who knows or is familiar with Taihua respectfully addresses him as "Immortal Master." It's not a matter of addressing him out of respect for any particular person.

Furthermore, if it weren't for his two sons offending Taihua today, and if it weren't for Taihua's refusal to make deals with people and his different attitude towards demons, he would have preferred to invite him over, no matter the cost.

"By the way, is there something you need that you called me over so late?" Yun Gong asked him, sitting upright in the seat of honor.

Wei Shengming hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It's like this: Taihua has come to Yu'an. You should know his attitude towards demons; he always decides whether to kill or spare them based on their nature. If he finds out about this, I'm afraid he'll try to stop it, and then my little girl might not survive."

Yun Gong snorted coldly, "This kid is still the same as before. No wonder the immortals don't like him."

Wei Shengming listened with a slight downward curve to his lips, inwardly grumbling: "If that flower demon hadn't been so difficult, why would I have called you over? And it cost me a lot of money."

But the next moment he smiled apologetically and said, "Could you and the other Taoist priests move up the time a bit, so that things don't get complicated?"

Yun Gong said to himself, “What’s there to be afraid of? He’s someone who’s not even respected by immortals. If he dares to interfere, I’ll take care of him.”

"But...isn't there someone with him? If he can be with someone, then the person with him probably isn't bad either." Wei Shengming's heart sank upon hearing this. Had this old Taoist priest gone mad from practicing Taoism? Or had he been living on the mountain for so many years and knew nothing about what was happening down there?
Although he didn't know the exact difference in cultivation level between Taihua and Yun Gonglai, he was certain that Taihua was stronger than him. If what he said were true, he wouldn't have called him over to discuss this matter at this time, nor would he have known that Taihua was so confident.

"Don't worry." Yun Gong looked at Wei Shengming's worried expression and slowly said, "It's just two people. Don't worry, since I've taken your money, I naturally won't let anyone else get involved in this matter."

"Alright then. We'll leave it to you, Immortal Master."

Wei Shengming suddenly felt a pang of regret, looking at Yun Gong with a helpless expression. He hoped that Taihua wouldn't interfere, and he looked at Yun Gong with little expectation, hoping that he could really keep his word.

It wasn't that he didn't believe it; it was just that he had witnessed Taihua's level of cultivation firsthand. Compared to him, Yun Gong was worlds apart.

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In the grove of flowers, Dao Yisheng stood in the grove, looking at the wooden house with its lights on.

His expression was grave as he pondered Taihua's words. He couldn't understand why the Wei family had hired so many Taoist priests to capture her and use her as a medicinal ingredient, since she hadn't done anything to harm anyone. Was it simply because she was a flower spirit with extraordinary vitality?

He didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out.

The door to the wooden house was open.

She was dressed in green, and her name, "Demon," suited her perfectly.

She was dressed in green and was steaming something in circles in a steamer in front of the stove near the window.

After covering the cage, she turned around and went to the wooden table beside her, picked up a large wad of white cloth, and walked outside. She spread the white cloth on the long wooden table outside, then turned back inside, carrying a wooden stool with a stone basket on it. On the stool were large pieces of patterned kraft paper and a white scraper, which she then took outside.

She placed the stool aside and then tidied the white cloth on the wooden table. She aligned one end with the table, making sure it was flat, before picking up the patterned kraft paper.

Starting from the top left corner, aligned with the wooden table, she held the long piece of cowhide vertically towards herself and then used a scraper to scrape up a layer of brown, pasty, viscous substance from the stone basket.

The woman in green scraped the paste-like substance from top to bottom onto the kraft paper, and wherever she brushed, the paste seeped through the perforations in the kraft paper and onto the white cloth.

This process was repeated until the entire white cloth was printed with the pattern from the kraft paper.

Just as Green Robe was busy, the forsythia in the foremost bloom at the front of the flower field said to her, "Sister, there's been someone watching this way from the woods!"

"Let him look. He's not coming over, I can't just kick him out like that. It would make me seem like I'm doing something wrong." The woman in green didn't look up, but continued with her work. She smiled broadly, looking very happy, as if she was thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Sister, it seems to be the man who came with that Taoist priest at noon," Yingchunhua said with some surprise.

The woman in green ignored him, focusing only on what she was doing, and said to the forsythia, "So what if it is? Why do you care?"

As she spoke, she seemed to smell something, then looked at the stool and noticed that the sticky substance in the stone basket was almost gone. So she carried the stone basket into the house and placed it on the wooden table.

Then, after extinguishing the fire in the stove with magic, he put all the swirls of the same viscous substance from the steamer into it. He then used a stone hammer placed to the side to pound it until it became a paste with a certain viscosity, and then took it out.

After pasting the pattern on one spot, she carefully lifted the kraft paper and moved on to the next spot.

There are six patterns in three rows on the kraft paper.

The pattern is five-pointed plum blossoms, scattered on the kraft paper. As the green coat moves, they are imprinted on the white cloth.

The printed white cloth, with its equally orderly and beautiful patterns, looked excellent. It took about an hour and a half after printing.

The woman in green placed the printed white cloth on the wooden table to dry, while she carried the wooden stool back into the house.

After watching the woman in green go inside, the forsythia flower bent down and slowly turned its body, looking quite adorable.

It looked at Dao Yisheng in the woods, wondering what he was doing there. Thinking of how he would come into the house at noon, it trembled its petals, wondering if he had his eye on its sister.
I was surprised to find out that my sister had said he was quite good-looking when she came home that night, but I never expected him to be such a despicable person.

So it decided not to sleep.

It needs to keep an eye on Dao Yisheng and wait until he leaves before making any moves, lest he do something rash.

Dao Yisheng, however, was preoccupied with how to help her, completely unaware that Yingchun had already set her sights on him.

(End of this chapter)