My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

It doesn't hurt, it's not serious, but it will make you afraid to breathe loudly.

Chen Shouyi stopped spinning the prayer beads in his hand, Sun Buyu stopped tapping his knee with his fingers, and Li Moyan loosened his intertwined fingers.

They were all staring at the painting, at the person in it, mouth agape, eyes wide open.

Yun Songzi put the painting away, tied the red string around it, and put it back on the table.

He looked at those people, at the expressions on their faces, and suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

He remembered the first time he saw the painting, and his expression was exactly the same as theirs.

"We'll move to the Ginseng Gathering Village. The Misty Hidden Sect and the Ginseng Gathering Village will join forces and support each other."

The elder meant for us to protect the village, but he didn't treat us unfairly.

He glanced at the scroll on the table. "He gave us this. It's both a reward and a favor."

Chen Shouyi raised his head and said, "Move it."

Sun Buyu opened his eyes and said, "Move."

Li Moyan laughed and said, "Let's move. Anyway, I've been wanting to leave this lousy place for a long time."

The disciples looked at each other, wondering what had happened, but since the elders had all agreed, they had nothing to say.

Some people stood up to pack their things, some went to notify others, and some went to the storeroom to take stock of their belongings.

The lobby became lively, with footsteps, voices, and the sounds of moving things all mixed together, buzzing like a pot of boiling water.

Sitting at the head of the table, watching the busy figures of those people, Yun Songzi suddenly felt that this mountain where he had lived for decades was not so difficult to leave.

It's not because it's bad, but because there's a better place waiting for him.

Half a month later, the Fog Concealment Sect's forces arrived at the Ginseng Gathering Village.

The queue was very long, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Leading the way was Yun Songzi, riding an old horse. It wasn't a very good horse; it had short legs and walked slowly, but it was steady.

He rode on it without any bumps.

Three carriages followed behind, carrying scriptures, ritual implements, elixirs, medicinal herbs, and some bottles and jars containing unknown contents.

Behind them were the elders' sedan chairs: Chen Shouyi sat in one, Sun Buyu in one, and Li Moyan in one.

The sedan chair was old, and the embroidery on the curtains had faded, but the people carrying it walked very steadily, and the chair did not sway.

At the very back were the disciples of the Hidden Mist Sect, old and young, men and women, carrying bundles, shoulder poles, leading donkeys, and herding sheep.

Some people walked and cried, reluctant to leave the place they had lived in for decades; some walked and laughed, finding it all new and exciting; and some walked expressionless, lost in thought.

The clan elders and the villagers waited at the village gate.

He changed into a new set of clothes, dark blue, with subtle patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. It was made for his son's wedding, and he rarely wore it.

Her hair was neatly combed and held up with a wooden hairpin, and the wrinkles on her face had smoothed out.

Zhao Tieshan stood behind him. His wounds had healed. He was wearing a clean short jacket, with a knife at his waist, and his back was ramrod straight.

Sun Dayong, Qian Laosan, Liu Heizi, and Zhou Xiaoqi stood behind him, also dressed in clean clothes and carrying knives. Behind them were the villagers, young and old, including elderly people with canes, women carrying children, and teenagers walking dogs.

They all looked at the mountain path, waiting for the people from the Hidden Mist Sect.

Yun Songzi dismounted, walked to the clan elder, and clasped his hands in greeting.

The clan elder also clasped his hands in a fist salute, and the two stood there, looking at each other.

They were no longer young; their faces were wrinkled, and their hair was white, but their eyes were bright, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Welcome, Master Yun," said the clan elder.

Yun Songzi said, "Old man, from now on we're all family."

The elder nodded, then turned and led Yun Songzi into the village.

Zhao Tieshan followed behind, followed by the people of the Misty Hidden Sect, and followed by the people of the Ginseng Gathering Village.

The procession stretched from the village gate all the way into the depths of the alley.

Someone was setting off firecrackers, crackling and popping, filling the air with smoke, and red paper scraps flew everywhere, landing on people's hair, shoulders, and offerings.

The children covered their ears and ran around screaming.

The elderly people stood by the roadside, their hands clasped together, muttering incantations.

The young people patted each other on the shoulder, laughing and shouting.

The festivities lasted all day, only ceasing when it got dark.

The members of the Mist Shadow Sect were placed in an open area behind the village, where several rows of wooden houses had already been built, which the villagers had worked on in the past two weeks.

The cabins aren't big, but each one has a window, a door, a bed, and a table.

The clan elders also had a pot of water, a dish of salt, and a packet of tea placed in each room.

The items themselves may be worthless, but the sentiment behind them is profound.

Yun Songzi stood in front of the wooden house, looking at the row of neat houses for a long time.

He recalled the day he took over the Hidden Mist Sect from his master, who told him to protect the sect and not let it fall apart.

He has held on for decades, and the sect has not disintegrated, but he is about to lose his grip on it.

Now it's good, he doesn't have to guard it alone anymore.

Someone is guarding it for him.

Chen Shouyi walked over and stood next to him without saying a word, just looking at the row of wooden houses.

Sun Buyu also came over and stood on his other side, without saying a word.

Li Moyan didn't come over; he was directing his disciples to move things, his voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire alley.

"Put this on the left! Put that on the right! Be gentle, don't drop it!"

Yun Songzi looked at them and suddenly smiled.

Chen Shouyi glanced at him and smiled.

Sun Buyu didn't laugh, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Late at night.

The people of the Misty Hidden Sect and the people of the Ginseng Gathering Village were all asleep, and the village was quiet.

The moon hangs in the sky, not round, with a piece missing, but it is very bright.

The moonlight shone on the bluestone path, on the eaves of the ginseng temple, and on the row of newly built wooden houses.

A breeze blows by, carrying the scent of mountain grass and trees, and feels cool and refreshing.

A month later, a new monument was erected in the center of the village.

The stele is made of bluestone, is more than a meter tall, and is polished very smooth.

The inscription above has three large characters written by Yun Songzi himself, each stroke meticulous and neat, and each character is as big as a bowl.

Liuxianzhai

Next to it is a line of smaller characters: "The Immortal Master Qingwei once resided here, bestowing blessings upon the people and benefiting future generations. The Wuyin Sect and the Ginseng Gathering Village jointly erected this stele to commemorate this."

On the day the monument was erected, everyone in the village came.

The alley was filled with old people, children, men, and women.

Yun Songzi stood in front of the monument, placed three incense sticks into the incense burner, and the smoke rose up, drifting in the morning light.

The clan elder stood beside him and also lit three incense sticks.

Then Zhao Tieshan offered incense, Sun Dayong offered incense, Qian Laosan offered incense, Liu Heizi offered incense, and Zhou Xiaoqi offered incense.

The elders and disciples of the Hidden Mist Sect also offered incense, one after another, lining up, bowing respectfully.

The incense burner was filled with incense sticks, and the smoke was so thick that people's faces were obscured, but no one coughed or left. They all stood there, looking at the three characters and the wisp of smoke.

The wind blew, scattering the smoke over the village and among the mountains and ridges of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Liuxian Village.

An immortal once lived here.