Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"Sister Su, it's all my fault. If you hadn't summoned those two villains to avenge me and wasted two summoning cards in vain, we could have fulfilled Taoist Qiu's wish." He Shuangqing said with great guilt.

"Qingqing, this is not your fault." Su Jiahe patted He Shuangqing's shoulder, "You don't know, after meeting so many ancient people, that day was actually the most enjoyable one for me."

Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing accompanied Qiu Chuji on another stroll around Zhongnan Mountain. On a small path, a man in his thirties, carrying luggage, approached them. He was dressed in Chinese-style clothing, his hair tied up, and he looked like a cultivator.

"Little brother, are you practicing Taoism here too?" Qiu Chuji stepped forward and asked.

"I used to practice Taoism here, but I have to move out today," said the man.

"Everyone says Zhongnan is a holy place for cultivation. Why did you move away?" Qiu Chuji became curious about the man. "I am also a cultivator. Can you tell me what Zhongnan is like?"

"Oh, it's you, senior. Then I'd like to have a good chat with you." The man bowed and sat on a bench by the roadside with Qiu Chuji, and the two started chatting.

"Senior, have you often come to Zhongnan Mountain before?"

"This is my first time here." Qiu Chuji said.

"No wonder you don't know what's going on here. In the past, many fellow practitioners came here to practice Taoism in seclusion, but as the number of people increased, the rent kept rising. I couldn't afford it, so I had to move out."

"What? I have to pay rent for practicing Taoism?" Qiu Chuji looked puzzled.

"Of course, the houses here are all privately owned and rented specifically for people like us. Several fellow practitioners I know have given up their practice because of this."

"Alas, how could a place for self-cultivation become a place for money, fame and fortune?" Qiu Chuji shook his head and thought of the young Taoist priest with a hurried look whom he met when he went up the mountain.

No wonder he was busy all day long. It turns out that practicing in the afterlife also requires money.

"Yes, there has been a saying of 'Zhongnan shortcut' since ancient times. Many people come here to live in seclusion, just to gain fame and be appreciated by the emperor. This has not changed for thousands of years." The man sighed.

"Little brother, how many years have you been practicing here?"

"It's been almost four years," the young man said. "After graduating from Taoist College, I traveled to many places and finally decided to come to Zhongnan Mountain."

"Taoist Academy?" Qiu Chuji suddenly became interested. "Do Taoists still need to go to school nowadays?"

"Of course. My father is quite knowledgeable about Taoism, and I have been influenced by him since I was a child, and I also became a Taoist priest. I wanted to put my knowledge into practice and do something for the development of Taoism, but who knew that in the end, I couldn't even afford to live." The man said with a wry smile.

"So, my little brother's attainments are not low. I wonder what scriptures he has read?"

"I can't say I'm very accomplished. I've only read the Tao Te Ching, the Nanhua Jing, the I Ching, and the Fifteen Essays on Chongyang's Establishment of Religion, and I only have a superficial understanding of all of them," the man said modestly.

"Little brother, have you read Master Wang's works?" Qiu Chuji's eyes lit up. "I wonder what your opinion of this book is?"

The two of them got along better and better as they talked, and exchanged many of their experiences in spiritual practice, until the rain stopped, the sky cleared, the sun rose high, and the mountain road began to become hot and humid.

"Senior, I have benefited a lot from talking with you today. Unfortunately, I have to catch the bus." The man stood up, picked up his suitcase and was about to leave.

"Little brother, although you are young, you are indeed knowledgeable. Let me give you a word of advice: 'Don't forget your original intention, and you will achieve your goal.'" Qiu Chuji patted the man's shoulder.

"Thank you for your guidance. If possible, I will stick to it."

Looking at the man's receding back, Qiu Chuji felt mixed emotions.

"Nowadays, Zhongnan is in chaos. So many people are using the name of Taoism to make money. These talents are truly clean, but it's a pity that they have to bow down for a few pieces of silver." He Shuangqing said with regret.

"In fact, since ancient times, there have been very few people who stick to their original intentions." Qiu Chuji turned around and continued walking forward. "That is why I have to travel thousands of miles to spread the great way."

In the afternoon, the group left Chang'an and returned to Bohai City.

"Master Qiu, we still have one day tomorrow. I'll take you for a walk on the street and let you taste more delicacies from future generations." Su Jiahe suggested.

"Don't bother Miss Su. I'm old and have a weak stomach. I can't stand the delicacies every day. I just want to rest at home." Qiu Chuji was staring at his mobile phone while speaking.

"What are you looking at, Taoist priest?"

Su Jiahe walked behind Qiu Chuji and found that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was playing on the screen.

"Don't mention it, this story is really interesting. It's a pity that I can't read it when I go back."

Su Jiahe then understood that Qiu Chuji wanted to seize the time and finish watching the drama.

"Master, we can adjust the speed here," Su Jiahe tapped the screen a few times and changed the speed to 1.25x. "Look, isn't this a bit faster?"

"It's true. This little black box is truly magical." Qiu Chuji exclaimed.

"Sister Su, the mobile phone is too small. I'm afraid that Taoist Qiu can't see it clearly. Why not use a projector to play it?" He Shuangqing said.

"Hey, why didn't I think of that? Qingqing, you are so thoughtful."

Su Jiahe lowered the screen and connected his phone to the projector. The three of them sat together in the living room, eating melon seeds and watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Qiu Chuji and He Shuangqing watched with great interest, and Su Jiahe also relived her childhood memories.

"Alas, Jingkang is truly a shame for the Han people. It would be great if the Song Dynasty had a hero like Guo Jing." Qiu Chuji suddenly sighed.

"Master Qiu, a tourist from the Song Dynasty came here last time. After returning, he used his intelligence and wisdom to lead the Song Dynasty to drive out the Jin people and the Mongols." Su Jiahe said, "In another world, the Song Dynasty is prosperous and peaceful."

"Oh? Who is this person?" Qiu Chuji was surprised and delighted when he heard this. "Is it Yue Pengju, Xin Jiaxuan, or Yang Zaixing?"

"Guess again, you'll never guess who this person is." Su Jiahe kept it a secret.

"Although the Song Dynasty was only a small country, it produced many famous generals. Could they be Wu Jie, Han Shizhong, Yu Yunwen, and others?"

"She's not a military commander, but a scholar, and a woman at that."

"Could it be..." Qiu Chuji opened his eyes wide in surprise, "It's Li Yian?"

"Yes, you guessed right." Su Jiahe said with a smile.

"Although Li Yi'an possessed great integrity and even penned the heroic words 'I still miss Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River,' she was, after all, a woman, secluded in her boudoir, living in loneliness for half her life. How could she save the Song Dynasty from collapse?"

"This is what happened..." Su Jiahe recounted the entire story of how Li Qingzhao rose to power step by step and used later technology to revitalize the Song Dynasty.

"So that's how it is. What a remarkable woman she is!" After hearing this, Qiu Chuji was filled with admiration.

"Sister Su, I wonder if you've even met Yi An," He Shuangqing was stunned with astonishment. "She's my favorite poet. I never expected she would become the heroine who revived the Song Dynasty."

"Not only that, all the tourists who came here rewrote history after they returned..." Su Jiahe opened up and started talking about his own experience starting with Ying Zheng.