A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

Moonlight streamed through the window.

It landed on a pair of cloth shoes on the bluestone slab in front of the bed.

Zhang Zhengdao was lying in bed sleeping.

Next door, you could hear Guo Lanying humming a strange little tune to soothe the baby. She seemed somewhat addicted, possessing an innate protectiveness towards the infant, and even seemed to have mastered baby songs without any instruction.

Finally, the whimpering gradually faded, followed by even breathing.

Hu Yunying slept on the eaves that night.

Otherwise, as soon as she closed her eyes, she could feel the face of the female ghost Shu Baimei moving around in her mind, seemingly mocking her.

The moonlight shines bright, but my heart is filled with unease.

A zombie is sitting, and the bed is right next to it.

The zombie was dressed in red, had a very white face, and its mouth was open.

Open your mouth, suck out brains, and the brains come out as a hot soup.

……

A corpse sat in front of Zhang Zhengdao's bed, its face pale, its head stiff, and its eyes lifeless.

A chaotic aura filled the woman's chest.

But that's not a heart.

This puzzled Zhang Zhengdao greatly.

Why can Shu Baimei, who is a ghost, reshape her body with Chaos Lotus Seeds, but this corpse is a real physical body? The Chaos Lotus Seeds can't even become a heart when put in.

Be puzzled.

Although the little chubby girl's body was small, her heart beat strongly and powerfully.

If you can't figure something out, stop thinking about it. Go to sleep and think about it again tomorrow.

This is Zhang Zhengdao's principle.

Otherwise, it's easy to get stuck on trivial details. Although I'm not a proper Taoist practitioner, I am still a member of the Taoist community and have read many books with philosophical principles.

Letting go is not giving up, but rather adjusting yourself so you can pick up the easier things.

Such inspirational quotes can indeed have a certain effect on adjusting one's life.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the window, falling on the bed and onto Zhang Zhengdao's eyes, causing him to open them.

In the dazzling light and shadow, he saw a woman in a red dress sitting in front of him, her face pale.

"what!"

He instinctively cried out and, as if by reflex, punched the woman in the face. The woman in the red dress fell to the ground, motionless, neither crying nor convulsing.

"Terrifying!"

Yesterday, I placed this corpse in my room to study it, hoping to get the chaotic energy to form a heart, but I failed again.

"what--"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out from Guo Lanying's room.

Hu Yunying, who was sitting on the roof ridge, was so frightened that she almost fell off.

I've been scared twice this morning.

Zhang Zhengdao stormed out of the door, ready to interrogate Guo Lanying severely...

"Oh!"

Guo Lanying's room door opened, and she shot out like an arrow, stopping in front of Zhang Zhengdao, panting and pointing into the room with a terrified expression.

“...I...she…”

Zhang Zhengdao: "What do you want to say?"

“Daughter…Fatty…”

Zhang Zhengdao found it difficult to hear, so he went to Guo Lanying's room by himself.

In the room, a little girl of eight or nine years old sat on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, her eyes like the water of an autumn goose, watching Zhang Zhengdao walk in through the door.

She spoke softly, and even slightly tilted her head, calling out to Zhang Zhengdao.

"father!"

With her delicate face, bright eyes, and long neck, she looked every bit the beauty.

Where is the chubby, plump, and fair-skinned little girl from yesterday?

Zhang Zhengdao was also shocked.

"Little Fatty?"

Guo Lanying, who had followed, nodded vigorously.

"When I opened my eyes this morning, this was what it looked like. It scared me to death..."

"mother!"

The little girl called out in a clear, crisp voice.

Guo Lanying shuddered in fright and shrank back behind Zhang Zhengdao.

This is terrifying! This isn't just calling for its mother, it's monstrous! It's clearly begging for "food"! Is it going to eat people?

"Fatty!"

Zhang Zhengdao walked over, looked at the little girl, and then called out.

The little girl nodded, then shook her head.

Zhang Zhengdao: "Do you know your own name?"

The little girl blinked: "Dad, you haven't given me a name yet!"

Zhang Zhengdao said, "Your name is Shu Baimei!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl frowned and shook her head: "This name doesn't sound good, I don't like it. What's your father's name?"

Zhang Zhengdao said, "My name is Zhang Zhengdao."

The little girl suddenly laughed: "I want to be called Zhang Zhengdao too."

Zhang Zhengdao's face darkened: "Zhang Yuelian, it's Zhang Yuelian!"

Moonlight water, a lotus heart in chaos.

The little girl clapped her hands and laughed, "I have a name now! My name is Zhang Yuelian!"

He clapped his hands and laughed, the blanket slipped down a little, revealing her small shoulders. The little girl's face actually turned red, and she said shyly to Zhang Zhengdao, "Dad, Yuelian doesn't have any suitable clothes yet..."

Zhang Zhengdao was taken aback, then turned and left.

Should daughters avoid their fathers as they grow older?

Holy crap, this is just...

Zhang Zhengdao felt that even though he was a Daoist master who believed in the law of his own, he still had a life that he could not control.

When they got to the backyard, they saw Hu Yunying rushing into Guo Lanying's room.

then……

Another scream rang out.

In the backyard.

Three adults and a little girl of eight or nine years old. One sat on one side, and the other three sat on the other side, facing each other in pairs.

"Are you sure you're not called Shu Baimei, but rather the name I just gave you?"

Zhang Zhengdao asked, unwilling to give up.

The little girl nodded.

She was wearing Guo Lanying's clothes, which were a bit too big. She shifted uncomfortably, twisting her waist and swinging her sleeves.

"Dad, I'm hungry!"

"Let's eat!"

Zhang Zhengdao's words silenced the two women who wanted to say something more.

So Hu Yunying went to cook.

Guo Lanying went to Zhang Zhengdao's room intending to take out the "Peach Blossom Sword Sect" banner that he had put away and make a dress for Zhang Yuelian.

She suddenly felt that her daughter had grown up and it was time to make her new clothes.

So they went inside.

"what--"

Another shrill scream suddenly struck Zhang Zhengdao's ears, making him shudder. He sighed and turned around to look at Guo Lanying, who had flown out.

"In the room..."

"Is it Shu Baimei?"

Guo Lanying nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes. Master... that was just a corpse..."

Zhang Zhengdao's face darkened.

"It's not what you think……"

Guo Lanying glanced at Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao was too lazy to talk to her anymore and went to his room.

The little girl, Zhang Yuelian, sat quietly on the stone bench in the backyard, watching Guo Lanying.

Guo Lanying also quietly watched the little girl.

The two looked at each other for a while before the little girl finally spoke.

"Mother, I'm hungry!"

"I'll go to the kitchen right away!"

Guo Lanying jumped up quickly, overjoyed. She loved hearing the little girl call her "Mother" again and again; it was a wonderful feeling that made her inexplicably excited.

"Master...is the food ready yet? Little Yue Lian is hungry!"

As Hu Yunying took the dishes out of the pot, she scolded in annoyance, "That girl is obviously a liar, full of lies. I don't believe she doesn't remember anything."

Guo Lanying said aggrievedly, "Master, she's still just a child..."

Hu Yunying:...

The food was served, and Zhang Zhengdao went out.

A woman was following behind him.

However, this woman's face was a bit pale, and the way she walked was a bit strange.

It bounces around.

"Shu...Bai...Mei?"

Hu Yunying exclaimed in surprise, then remembered something, pointed at the pale-faced woman, then at Zhang Zhengdao, and stammered.

Zhang Zhengdao nodded, then shook his head.

I looked at the little girl.

The little girl also raised her head and looked at the pale-faced female corpse behind Zhang Zhengdao.

This is--

A king meeting a king?

Is it a child seeing his mother?