Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

After the worship ceremony, the next step is to offer incense to the dragon.

On the day of the Dragon God Festival, neither villagers nor outsiders will accept even half a copper coin when offering incense to the dragon god.

All the incense offered to the dragon god was specially prepared in advance and provided free of charge by the fishing village.

Because there were so many people offering incense, the process lasted for nearly two hours.

The sky had darkened without us even noticing.

After the incense offering, it was time for what Gangzi had mentioned before: his favorite part – eating and drinking to his heart's content.

The villagers would put dozens of wooden tables together in the open space outside their houses, and then take out all the delicacies and wines that each family had prepared, except for fish and meat, and place them on the put-together wooden tables to enjoy with the guests who had come specifically to participate in the Dragon Festival.

As dusk falls, the villagers light bonfires around the village and continue singing and dancing with guests who are still enjoying themselves until late at night, when the Dragon Festival celebrations finally come to an end.

At that moment, Gangzi was tightly gripping a whole roasted, crispy, and tender lamb chop and devouring it, completely unaware that a tall, burly man was walking towards him and stopping behind him.

The big man stood there for a moment, and seeing that Gangzi, who was only focused on eating, had not noticed him behind him at all, he immediately raised his hand and gave Gangzi a flick on the forehead.

"You brat, all you do is eat! I've come all this way and you haven't even seen your old man!"

Gangzi swallowed the mutton whole in one gulp, shaking his head and groaning in pain.

"Dad, could you be a little gentler next time? If you keep hitting your son's head like that, aren't you afraid of turning him into a fool?"

The man rolled his eyes and said irritably, "You brat, don't try to scare me like that! This is how your old man was raised! Tell me, why did you come so late during the day? Were you playing around again?"

Gangzi immediately felt guilty, then suddenly realized something, his eyes darted around, he puffed out his chest, and defended himself righteously:

"No, that's not true! On my way here, I happened to run into a young master who was also coming to participate in the Dragon Festival. I was late because I was showing him the way!"

"Give directions? —Really?"

The man was skeptical, squinting his eyes and staring at Gangzi's face.

"of course it's true!"

Gangzi remained calm and looked around. He quickly spotted his target near the campfire, his eyes lighting up as he pointed. "The person is right there. I can take you there to ask if you don't believe me!"

The man looked over and was stunned when he saw the clothes and appearance of the person Gangzi was pointing to.

"Strange, why does this person look so familiar..."

Gangzi overheard the man's mutterings and, without thinking, blurted out:

“Dad, is it not surprising that this Young Master Jiang looks familiar? This Young Master Jiang told me before that he had visited our fishing village. But he couldn’t remember exactly when he came, and even told me it was decades ago! How could that be! He doesn’t look much older than me at all, he must have misremembered the time.” After saying that, he took a big bite of the lamb chop.

"Young Master Jiang...decades ago...decades ago!"

Childhood memories, long buried, suddenly resurfaced in the man's mind—"Could it be him?!"

When the man, whose heart was pounding, looked around again, he found that the blue figure who had been sitting by the campfire had disappeared.

"It's him!—It must be him!!"

After seeing the person disappear silently from the spot, the man became even more convinced of his guess.

More than twenty years ago, on that day, he and his father had just returned from fishing at sea, and that man was dressed in a blue robe, standing quietly on the dock...

Gangzi was startled by the man's outburst. He threw down the lamb chop he was holding, grabbed the man's arm, and started shaking it. "Dad! Dad! Are you alright? Your son is easily frightened, don't scare me!"

"No, it's okay."

The man shook his head, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down as quickly as possible.

More than 20 years ago, after witnessing that unforgettable scene at the dock, he felt that this young man surnamed Jiang was probably not human.

Now, more than twenty years later, upon seeing him again, he seemed to have a vague idea of ​​the origins of this 'Young Master Jiang'.

That's why he lost his composure just now.

The Dragon King's tribulation occurred after this Young Master Jiang used his magical abilities to go to sea.

And the reason why Young Master Jiang reappeared in the fishing village today is that it was the Dragon Festival, which was established to celebrate the successful tribulation of the Sea Dragon King.

Furthermore, the young master Jiang who appeared today looks significantly younger than he did twenty years ago, something that ordinary mortals simply cannot achieve!

Finally, there's the young master's surname. Combined with all of the above, the character 'Jiang', which is related to water, becomes quite subtle and meaningful!

A stream becomes a river, a river becomes a river, and a river becomes a sea.

This is an old saying passed down from their ancestors in their fishing village.

Looking at it this way, the true identity of this 'Young Master Jiang' is self-evident!

The man dared not tell anyone about his discovery, not even his son or wife.

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but recall what Gangzi had just told him, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He grabbed Gangzi, turned him around, and asked in a serious but slightly trembling voice:

"You brat, tell me, when you were guiding Hai—that Young Master Jiang—did you say anything you shouldn't have, or show any disrespect to him during the day?"

Gangzi was startled by the man's sudden action and reaction, but after seeing the man's serious and earnest expression, he thought about it carefully, shook his head, and said:

"No, no. I was in such a hurry to catch up with the main group that I didn't say more than a few words to that young master Jiang."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and released his grip on Gangzi's shoulder.

That night.

The campfire went out, and the crowd dispersed.

As all the villagers of the fishing village drifted off to sleep, the golden dragon statue standing in the center of the Shenlong Temple quietly emitted a faint light amidst the darkness.

A blurry figure dressed in a blue robe appeared in the dreams of every villager.

In this same dream, the figure in blue robes stood quietly above the boundless sea, colorful rays of light appearing around him from time to time, and behind him was the phantom of a giant blue dragon that blotted out the sky.

As the crowd knelt in worship, the figure in the blue robe slowly opened his arms, letting the colorful sunset light fall upon him.

An indescribable feeling of comfort and warmth, bathed in the glow of the sunset in their dreams, flowed into the bodies of every villager in the fishing village.

The villagers, fast asleep, were completely unaware of this, but smiles unconsciously crept onto their lips.