Mysterious mirror hanging high

A month later, Wushan Market

A flying boat in the sky was rapidly heading towards the market town. Jing Yu sat on it, controlling the boat to find a suitable landing point.

Now Jing Yu is already a foundation-building cultivator, and the speed at which he can control a flying boat is already no less than that of a long-distance ship. Therefore, he drove the flying boat himself and brought Zhao Yuanxi and Zhao Yuanchen back to Wushan Market.

Before the rain even hit the ground, a beam of water light was seen approaching from the center of the town. When the light disappeared, the person who came was an old Taoist priest with wrinkled skin and white hair.

"It turns out to be Senior Cangsong!" Jing Yu bowed. This old Taoist was an old acquaintance.

Taoist Cangsong is now very old. Even as a foundation-building cultivator, his life span is almost up, and he only has ten to twenty years left. However, as a foundation-building cultivator has opened up his sea of ​​consciousness and his spiritual power has grown stronger, he is unlikely to become senile due to old age.

Although he looked old now, Taoist Cangsong was still very energetic. He looked at Jing Yu carefully and suddenly smiled:

"I was wondering which fellow Daoist came to such a remote corner of Wushan Market. It turned out to be fellow Daoist Xuanjing!"

"You are not worthy of the title of fellow Taoist. If Senior Cangsong had not led the team to the mortal world to search for spiritual roots, Xuan Jing would have been a pile of yellow earth by now!" Taoist Cangsong considered himself half an immortal, so Jing Yu naturally kept a low profile.

Seeing Jing Yu being so polite, Taoist Cangsong couldn't help but feel happy and said with a smile: "Xuan Jing is so polite."

"Senior Cangsong, I wonder who is the current head of Wushan Market?"

Taoist Cangsong smiled bitterly and said, "It is the old Taoist."

"what?"

Jing Yu couldn't help but be surprised. Taoist Cangsong is at least 280 years old now, and is stuck in the early stage of foundation building. He doesn't have many years left to live. Logically speaking, apart from his qualifications, he is not qualified to be the master of the temple in other aspects.

Taoist Cangsong naturally knew what Jing Yu was thinking. He sighed and said, "It's not that an old man like me wants to hold on to this position. It's just that most of the young talents in the Immortal Alliance who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage would rather go to the Great Immortal City to try their hand at the Golden Core Path. They don't like remote places like Wushan Market!"

"There's really no one else available, so I've just reluctantly stepped in. When I die, I don't know who will take my place!"

"A few years ago, Daoist Wu Qi's only son established his foundation. I thought I had a successor, but who knew that he would leave for Xiaoyao Immortal City the moment he finished establishing his foundation."

"Thinking about it now, the years when Yuwen Fangzhu was in power were a rare period of good times for Wushan Fang Market!"

Taoist Cangsong sighed for a moment, then asked:

"Xuan Jing has returned home in glory, I wonder..."

Jing Yu whispered, "One of my ordinary relatives in the market is nearing his end, so I brought this young man here to see him one last time."

"I see. Then I won't bother you anymore. When Xuan Jing finishes his work, please come to the old Taoist's house for a cup of tea."

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After bidding farewell to Taoist Cangsong, Jing Yu and his companions met a few old men from the market town on the road. After greeting them, they quickly returned to Mu Shan's home.

Today, Mu Shan and his wife are still renting the original small courtyard in Neifang, and Zhao Chengyan and his wife are naturally there too.

Among the four, except Mu Pei who is only 58 years old, the other three are Mu Shan, 97 years old, Zhao Chenghuan, 80 years old, and Zhao Chengyan, 75 years old. They are almost at the age of death.

Jing Yu pushed open the door with his spiritual power, only to see an old man with white hair and beard lying on a rattan chair in the yard, basking in the sun. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he seemed to be humming an unknown tune.

"Uncle!" It was Zhao Yuanxi who spoke first, bringing the old man's thoughts back to reality. He turned his head with some difficulty, but at first glance he did not see Zhao Yuanxi who spoke first. Instead, his eyes fell on Jing Yu's heroic face.

Jing Yu walked forward, staring at the old man in front of him with mixed feelings, and said with emotion:

"Old Mu, you are really old now!"

The old Mu Shan made a strange sound that was difficult to understand. He stood up from the rattan chair tremblingly, patted Jing Yu's shoulder, and his voice was choked with sobs:

"Uncle, I told you clearly in my letter before that you didn't need to come back to see me, and to look forward... Actually, I still have some hope in my heart, I just hope to see you one last time before I close my eyes, but I'm afraid to hinder your path, so I didn't have the courage to mention it."

Jing Yu said, "Old Mu, if you just ignore everything along the way and just focus on cultivation, ignoring the world's scenery and people's hearts, then what's the point of seeking the Tao? A cultivator seeks immortality, not to become a heartless stone..."

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Zhao Yuanchen specially wore a brand new robe today. This robe was not an ordinary item, but it had some effect of repelling water and dust, which made it a bit related to the world of immortal cultivation. Therefore, it cost twenty spirit coins.

He worked as a doorman in Jing Yu's mansion for ten years. Most of his monthly salary was used for body training. After ten years of diligence, he reached the first level of body training and was considered to have entered the door. These twenty spirit coins were also saved up with great difficulty.

He had originally intended to save the money for a safekeeping, but when he heard that his father was critically ill and he wanted to see him for the last time, Zhao Yuanchen inexplicably went to a clothing store in the Immortal City and bought such a robe. He just kept it tightly in the package while riding on the flying boat for a month, and took it out when he arrived at Wushan Market, carefully ironed out the wrinkles, and put it on.

Zhao Yuanchen had been doing nothing for the past ten years. He had tried to learn a lot of mortal skills in making talismans, the delicate work of assembling puppets, and even poetry and songs, as well as the Four Books and Five Classics, but he had made no progress. Apart from the level of body refining, he had no other strengths to show for it.

Therefore, he was always a little timid. Ever since the girl "Li Jiangyu" whom he fell in love with at first sight disappeared, he was even too lazy to go to the brothels. On weekdays, he either guarded the door at Xuanjingju or lay in bed in a daze, reading novels and stories to pass the time.

It's hard to say if he had some hidden agenda, but he usually didn't care about his appearance in Xiaoyao Fairy City. However, he didn't want to embarrass himself when he returned to Wushan Market, so he bought a robe like this to show off.

But when he met monks he was familiar with on the road, most of them came to pay their respects to his uncle, calling him "Sir". They either wanted to give him a concubine or to test his uncle's attitude to see if he was willing to accept him as a disciple.

At the very least, he would pull his sister Zhao Yuanxi aside to exchange a few words and ask about her progress in cultivation or marriage.

He was treated like air the whole time, which made Zhao Yuanchen feel both natural and a little discouraged.

But he knew that in his own family, there were always family members who took him seriously. After not seeing his mother for ten years, she would definitely grab his hand and burst into tears; his father was said to be lying in bed and unable to speak, which made him feel relieved, otherwise he would probably scold him for being useless.

Now, as his uncle arrived at the door of his father's sickbed, Zhao Yuanchen, who was wearing a brand new robe, hesitated when he heard the faint breathing sounds from inside. He just kept staring at the robe to see if there were any new wrinkles. After smoothing it out for a long time, he was still embarrassed to step over the threshold.