The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

About Ling Chuhe.

The sky was a brilliant blue, like a jewel, without a single cloud blocking it. It felt as if a giant sapphire was embedded above our heads. A gentle breeze caressed our faces, bringing a touch of coolness that made us feel particularly relaxed. Such beautiful weather made it impossible not to go out and experience the beauty of nature.

Ling Chuhe was about to go down the mountain to buy something when an old man with an immortal look called him.

"Chu He, you are going on a long journey." The person who spoke was Xu Qingyu, the abbot of Qingfeng Temple.

"Master, is there something important you want me to do?" Ling Chuhe turned his head with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Go to Wanlin Town near the North Country to pick up your uncle."

"Have you figured out the location of my uncle?" Ling Chuhe was naturally happy. It had been more than twenty years since my uncle left Qingfeng Temple in the name of wandering after helping the sect to resolve the evil spirit. Since then, neither the old temple master Liao Xuanyuan nor the current temple master Xu Qingyu had any way of knowing the location of my uncle Shu. To the entire sect, it was as if my uncle Shu had evaporated from the face of the earth.

"He must have removed the barrier himself and hoped that we would find him. I'm afraid he has also calculated that Qingfeng Temple will be in trouble." Xu Qingyu looked into the distance and already had a guess in his mind.

"I'll go pick up my uncle now."

Ling Chuhe brought a few fellow apprentices with him and soon arrived at the location Xu Qingyu had provided: a small courtyard and a wooden house. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw a lovely girl planting vegetables in the small vegetable patch. An old man was sitting under a tree nearby, enjoying the cool air and looking at the girl with a smile.

"Who are you?" Shu Wanwan asked with some vigilance when she saw several strangers coming into the yard.

Ling Chuhe simply smiled at Shu Wanwan without saying anything else. He turned to the old man enjoying the cool breeze under the tree and said, "Uncle Master, Master asked us to come look for you."

In this way, Old Man Shu and Shu Wanwan were taken back to Qingfeng Temple.

It didn't take long for Ling Chuhe to become familiar with Shu Wanwan.

On a quiet night, the moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool glow; the stars dotted the sky like sparkling gems. A gentle breeze brushed across my face, bringing a touch of coolness.

Shu Wanwan sat on the rooftop, gazing quietly into the distance, her eyes revealing a profound aura. The moonlight shone on her, as if she were covered in a layer of silver gauze, making her appear even more lively. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair as she gently tilted her head back and took a sip from a jug of wine.

Ling Chuhe leaped lightly onto the rooftop, just like Shu Wanwan. He sat next to Shu Wanwan. Qingfeng Temple was located on the top of a mountain, offering a wide view of the surrounding scenery. In the distance, there were rolling hills and shady green trees; in the near distance, there was a quiet and peaceful village with curling smoke from cooking fires, like a beautiful painting.

The two sat side by side, feeling the comfort of the breeze. Ling Chuhe looked into the distance and couldn't help but sigh, "Qingfeng Temple is so beautiful, it feels like being in a paradise."

Shu Wanwan smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I also like the tranquility and freedom here. Whenever I feel irritated, I go to the rooftop and look at the distant scenery, and my mood becomes much better."

Ling Chuhe turned to look at Shu Wanwan and found a hint of melancholy in her eyes. He asked with concern, "Wanwan, are you worried about something?"

Shu Wanwan shook her head slightly and said, "Nothing, I just think of some things in the past sometimes." Shu Wanwan thought of the days when she lived with Old Man Shu. She came to Qingfeng Temple, but Old Man Shu was worshipped as her adoptive father and lived in a wooden house at the foot of the back mountain. Qingfeng Temple has its own gathering place. She hasn't seen Old Man Shu for a long time. Whenever she missed Old Man Shu, she would look at the place where Old Man Shu lived on the roof.

Ling Chuhe consoled her, "Wanwan, are you missing your uncle? Qingfeng Monastery has a holiday every three months, and I'll accompany you to visit your uncle then."

The two were silent for a moment, and Shu Wanwan suddenly said, "Senior Brother, why is everyone in the temple practicing so seriously?" After saying that, Shu Wanwan took the wine jug and raised his head to take a sip.

Ling Chuhe thought for a moment and said, "Everyone practices hard to protect themselves and those who are important to them, but perhaps everyone's practice is different. I practice to protect my master and Qingfeng Temple. So why do you practice Wanwan?"

Shu Wanwan looked into the distance and said softly, "I don't know. I don't seem to care about anything in this world except Grandpa Shu."

Although Old Man Shu is Shu Wanwan's adoptive father, Shu Wanwan still likes to call Old Man Shu grandpa, and she can't change it and doesn't want to change it.

Ling Chuhe patted her shoulder and said gently, "It's okay. One day you will know what is important to you."

Shu Wanwan nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

On this quiet night, the two chatted a lot about cultivation and life. There was a special tacit understanding between them. Ling Chuhe looked at Shu Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, if you are in danger, you must tell me and I will protect you."

Shu Wanwan was slightly stunned, and felt indescribably touched. She smiled and said, "Well, I believe you, Senior Brother."

As the night deepened, the two of them continued to sit on the rooftop, enjoying the tranquility. Unconsciously, Shu Wanwan leaned on Ling Chuhe's shoulder and fell asleep. Ling Chuhe remained motionless, afraid of waking her. He looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with tenderness.

But good times are always short-lived, and they passed after a while.

"Where's Wanwan?" Ling Chuhe hadn't seen Shu Wanwan in the temple for three consecutive days. He went to the residence of his fifth junior brother who was responsible for disturbing the temple.

"Shu Jian was kidnapped by an evil cultivator, and Wanwan went to look for Shu Jian." The fifth junior brother happened to meet Shu Wanwan coming down the mountain a few days ago, and told Ling Chuhe the whole story.

"Don't worry, Big Brother. With Wanwan's strength, even ten of those evil cultivators combined are no match for her." Seeing Ling Chuhe silent and worried, the fifth junior brother hurriedly comforted her.

"Chuhe." Xu Qingyu called softly.

"Master, what's wrong?" Ling Chuhe looked at the master in front of him, confused.

"The incense and candles in the Taoist temple are almost used up, and winter is coming soon. Go buy some winter clothes for your fellow disciples." As the eldest brother, Ling Chuhe naturally knows about the food, clothing, housing and transportation of his fellow disciples, so it is most appropriate for him to buy them.

"Okay." Ling Chuhe received his master's order and went down the mountain to buy.

The market was three or four days' journey from Qingfeng Temple. Ling Chuhe quickened his pace, growing increasingly anxious. He had to rush back to Qingfeng Temple, hand over the supplies to his fellow apprentices, and then go look for Shu Wanwan.