A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

As soon as Su Fan stepped out of the Taoist temple, a small figure darted out from the side: "Junior Uncle, where are you going?"

Su Fan said in a serious tone, "I'm going to get a pension insurance policy for your grandmaster."

Huixin blinked, her face full of curiosity: "What is pension insurance?"

"That's something that can ensure you never have to worry about food and drink."

Huixin's eyes lit up immediately: "Then can we eat meat every day?"

"Of course." Su Fan patted his head. "You can eat as much as you want."

Huixin swallowed hard and said, "Junior Uncle, could you also get me a pension insurance policy?"

"You think you can get something for nothing at such a young age? That's a dangerous idea."

Huixin hurriedly said, "I need to eat my fill to have the energy to cultivate! I still want to do the triathlon you mentioned, Junior Uncle!"

Su Fan laughed and said, "Good, that's ambitious. Then your junior uncle will also get you a pension insurance plan."

"Great! Now I can eat meat every meal!"

Huixin jumped for joy.

The two walked down the mountain along the bluestone path, one in front of the other.

Su Fan was able to keep up at first, but after about an hour, his legs started to ache.

He usually takes the bus or subway in the city, so he has no experience walking on mountain roads.

After walking for another ten minutes or so, my calves started to tremble.

He had to stop and catch his breath by leaning against the bamboo by the roadside.

Huixin tilted her head and asked, "Junior Uncle, what's wrong? Are you failing?"

Su Fan straightened up, trying to make his voice sound less weak: "How could that be? A man can't say he can't."

"Then why are you so out of breath?"

Su Fan said without batting an eye, "I'm practicing breathing exercises."

Huixin thought for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "Junior Uncle, you're doing it wrong. The method of breathing exercises is to guide the breath with the mind and let the breath follow the mind, transitioning to the true breath of non-action."

As he said this, his little hand was gesturing in the air.

"You little rascal, you know a lot."

Hui replied matter-of-factly, "This is common sense, Junior Uncle, don't you know that?"

Su Fan was taken aback. He patted Huixin on the shoulder and said in a mysterious tone, "The method I learned is different from yours. I learned the Money-Absorbing Technique."

Huixin asked curiously, "What kind of cultivation technique is that?"

"That's a long story." Su Fan looked around and his gaze fell on a foot massage parlor at the foot of the mountain. He pointed and said, "Come on, Junior Uncle will show you the Tao of Nature today."

Huixin's eyes widened instantly, and her mouth formed a small "O": "Really? This is a realm that even Grandmaster pursued! I never expected that you, Junior Uncle, had actually reached it! Junior Uncle is truly amazing!"

Su Fan remained expressionless, walking forward with his hands behind his back, his tone nonchalant: "That's right, who told me to be your junior uncle?"

Huixin followed behind, looking at Su Fan with admiration.

When they arrived at the entrance of the foot massage parlor, Huixin suddenly stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, tugged at Su Fan's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Junior Uncle, what are we going to the foot massage parlor for?"

Su Fan said earnestly, "Foot massage is also a way, and techniques are also a method. This way follows nature. How much you can comprehend depends on yourself."

Huixin's eyes lit up with that admiring light again: "Is this what Junior Uncle was talking about in cultivation? Junior Uncle is really amazing! It seems I'm still too stupid; I haven't figured it out yet."

"Don't worry about the details. As the saying goes, life is a journey of self-cultivation."

Huixin bowed respectfully: "I will follow your teachings, Junior Uncle."

Su Fan almost lost his composure.

He quickly turned around, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The two people took off their shoes, changed into slippers, and were led into a small private room.

Two massage chairs were placed side by side. Su Fan lay down in one of the chairs and let out a long breath.

When the technician came in, he was taken aback to see a young Taoist priest sitting next to Su Fan.

Su Fan said, "This is my junior brother, we're together."

The technician nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and began to massage his feet.

Su Fan closed his eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation coming from the soles of his feet.

Occasionally, it hisses.

Occasionally, he'd let out an "ah".

He slumped in the chair like a lump of mud.

Huixin's attention was completely elsewhere, not on her feet.

He watched the masseuse massage Su Fan's feet with curiosity at first, but after two minutes he got bored.

Then his gaze fell on the coffee table.

There was a plate of melon seeds, a plate of peanuts, a dish of hawthorn slices, and a pot of hot tea.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds.

Then, the eating and drinking mode began.

During the meal, a staff member came over and gave us extra portions.

And so, Su Fan enjoyed the comfort of the foot massage, while Hui Xin satisfied her cravings.

It was already 5 p.m. when I left the foot massage parlor.

Su Fan felt completely relaxed.

Huixin walked beside him, one hand covering her stomach, the other being held by Su Fan, and she would occasionally burp.

"belch……"

Su Fan looked down at him: "Looking at you like this, I was planning to take you out for some skewers tonight. Let's see how you eat now."

Huixin grew anxious, tilted her head back, and said between hiccups, "Junior Uncle, hiccup... I can, hiccup... I can eat, hiccup..."

"Come on, let me take you somewhere fun to digest your food."

Ten minutes later, they stood in front of an internet cafe.

Huixin blinked and asked, "Junior Uncle, where is this place?"

"This is the registration area before applying for pension insurance."

"Then let's go in quickly."

The two entered the internet cafe. With only one ID card, Su Fan had to talk to the manager for a while before they were able to get two computers.

Su Fan led Hui Xin to a computer, opened a Dou Dizhu (a card game) page for her, and said, "Play this here, don't click on anything else, wait for me to finish."

Huixin asked, "Junior Uncle, how do you play this?"

Su Fan briefly explained the rules to him.

Huixin listened once and said, "I understand."

Then I started ordering for myself.

Su Fan put on his headphones, opened his music app, and started working.

He said he wanted to get a pension for his master, but what he really meant was to create a song.

A good song is worth as much as a pension.

The song Su Fan presented this time was "Little Fairy," written and composed by Guo Si and sung on Earth.

Originally, Su Fan was supposed to sing it himself, but Hui Xin wanted to join in, so he thought he might as well let Hui Xin sing a version as well.

In fact, Guo Si's version of "Little Fairy" is undoubtedly beautiful.

But there's also a children's version, which is just as beautiful, and Su Fan decided to have Huixin sing it.

Time flies. By the time he finally finalized the lyrics and music and submitted the copyright application, nearly two hours had passed.

He stretched, took off his headphones, and turned to look at Huixin's screen.

Then he froze.

On Huixin's computer screen, the number of Happy Beans displayed was 230,000.

"You brat..." Su Fan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Huixin turned around and looked at him innocently: "Junior Uncle, this is very simple, it's just that some people play their cards too slowly."

Su Fan fell silent.

He recalled playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) years ago, where he deposited fifty yuan and lost it all in less than half an hour.

The six-year-old Taoist priest in front of us used the few beans he was given at the beginning to earn 230,000 in two hours.

"Have you played this before?" Su Fan asked.

Huixin shook her head: "No."

"and you……"

Huixin thought for a moment and said, "It's about remembering the cards they've played and then figuring out who probably has the remaining cards. Master said, 'Preparation is the key to success, and lack of preparation leads to failure.' This is similar to spiritual practice."

Su Fan cautioned, "You have this talent, but you're not allowed to gamble with money in the future."

Huixin blinked: "It's boring. I wouldn't have played this if I wasn't waiting for you."

Su Fan laughed and reached out to rub his head: "Okay, it's my fault."