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

Six people came to the Taoist temple today.

After that, no one came to offer incense.

That makes sense; once the gimmick is gone, martial arts practitioners no longer bother coming. When the Moon in the Mirror was there, it was a cultural landmark, but now that even the sword is gone, going there is just a waste of money.

Although the cost of burning incense is not much, the market price is only twenty coins, but there are very few people who travel the world who are willing to spend twenty coins to kowtow.

After all, many people in the martial arts world don't believe in religion; they believe in the moon in the mirror, a symbol of power.

In their minds, it's about paying twenty coins to kowtow a few times to a clay statue.

Chun Chun is out of her mind!

Unless there's something here that they'd cherish and be willing to spend twenty coins for.

The moon reflected in the mirror by the Sword God is what makes the world worthwhile.

Every martial arts practitioner dreams of becoming a sword god.

To worship the Sword God, to defeat the Sword God, and to surpass the Sword God.

The elders and leaders of various sects have been force-fed countless doses of inspirational platitudes, leaving them brimming with energy and training relentlessly through the sweltering summer and freezing winter.

Even those unaffiliated martial artists were putting in their best effort to practice.

The legend of a sword god is enough to wipe out half the young people in the martial arts world.

With no one going up the mountain, the time was freed up.

With some free time available, Zhang Zhengdao suggested checking the accounts.

"Bring out the ledgers, let me see the income and expenses for these days."

A few words, a simple description.

Hu Yunying was struck dumb, her fair face turning deathly pale.

Guo Lanying moved her feet hesitantly, one foot already outside the threshold of the backyard, ready to run away at any moment.

As for the female ghost, she hasn't shown up today. Zhang Zhengdao is too lazy to care about her. Anyway, she doesn't eat or drink, and she doesn't need to buy clothes, so she doesn't spend any money.

"This ledger..."

Hu Yunying winked at Guo Lanying, who had one foot outside the door.

Guo Lanying shook her head desperately.

"One day, the Taoist temple caught fire. Lan Ying and I fought desperately to put it out. Except for the account books, which were burned, the temple itself was safe and sound—"

"Burned?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Lanying was immediately filled with admiration for her master. He truly lived up to his reputation. To come up with such a method for balancing accounts was simply genius. She was so lucky to have chosen the right master.

Zhang Zhengdao was furious.

How dare they show off such a clumsy way of balancing accounts?

He rushed into the room, took out the account book, and flipped through a few pages. As he looked at it, his face turned pale. He turned around and glared at Hu Yunying.

Hu Yunying's pale face flushed red.

Pointing to the ledgers: "They're all...all verifiable!"

Zhang Zhengdao pointed to a line of expenses in the ledger: "What kind of incense and candles cost one tael of silver a pair? Tourists only pay twenty copper coins to burn incense, and you're buying them for one tael of silver..."

My chest hurts, and I clutch my chest with my hand.

"Tell me again, why does a pound of pork ribs cost two taels of silver? Is it wild boar meat from a Golden Core cultivator?"

"What kind of radish costs fifty coins a pound?"

"And this... Do we need to buy thirty brooms? Twenty coins each?"

……

Hu Yunying hurriedly said, "It's not just me, everyone has spent it, it's not just me."

Guo Lanying turned around and stepped out of the threshold with her other foot.

Who knew that when he tried to run outside, he couldn't move his body.

Being immobilized.

This day...

Zhang Zhengdao's angry shouts echoed continuously from inside the Taoist temple.

The two women were screaming and sobbing continuously.

A female ghost hid in the peach tree, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

In the evening, Hu Yunying and Guo Lanying limped out carrying the food and placed it on the table in the backyard. With tears in their eyes, they handed the bowls and chopsticks filled with rice to Zhang Zhengdao.

The female ghost still did not appear.

There were only three of us eating.

It was dark when we ate. There was no moon.

Hu Yunying went to light the candles.

Zhang Zhengdao glanced at her sideways.

Hu Yunying froze, unsure whether to light the candles or not. She was torn.

Guo Lanying didn't say a word, quickly shoveling rice into her mouth. Even though she couldn't see anything, she didn't pick up any vegetables, just plain rice. Her main idea was that if she didn't speak, she wouldn't make a mistake.

"Candles don't cost money? You've already wasted so much money... more than twenty taels of silver! I don't know where you all spent it..."

Zhang Zhengdao felt a pain in his chest again just thinking about it.

He casually pulled out a piece of paper, then took out scissors, cut out a moon, and handed it to Hu Yunying.

"Hang it on the eaves!"

Hu Yunying: "Aha—"

She found it hilarious.

You want me to hang this on the eaves? You actually did? Do I look like an idiot? Do you really think I am?

They just stood there, motionless.

Zhang Zhengdao glanced at her sideways again.

The two stared at each other for a long time. In the end, Hu Yunying gave in. Holding the moon cut from yellow paper, she leaped and landed lightly on the roof.

To be honest... to tell you the truth...

There's a reason why Hu Yunying is called the Butterfly Fairy.

The Moon Fairy Shu Baimei has good lightness skills, but that's all she has.

Hu Yunying is a butterfly fairy. It's one thing to be good at light-footed skills, but her movements are just like a butterfly fluttering in the air. She truly lives up to her name and is a butterfly fairy dancing gracefully in the air.

It was a pause as she landed on the eaves, a twist of her body, her skirt twirling halfway around. The process of falling was like a butterfly's wings opening and then gently closing.

"looks great!"

Guo Lanying looked at her master with envy. She could never match the ease and grace with which her master possessed such lightness of foot. Her master was only ten years older than her, but his martial arts skills were something she could only look up to.

Hu Yunying placed the paper on the eaves and looked back at Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao formed a hand seal and blew a breath towards the paper from afar.

The piece of paper that was placed on the eaves suddenly floated up.

A gentle breeze carried the paper, swaying precariously, towards the dark sky.

Hu Yunying, still standing on the roof ridge, was watching.

Guo Lanying, who was standing on the ground, also looked up.

Zhang Zhengdao stood with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, the dark sky shone brightly, illuminating the two girls' faces, making their skin appear fair and radiant. Their wide-open mouths and wide-eyed expressions were both adorable and bewildered.

A full moon hung in the sky.

It was huge, rounder and bigger than the full moon.

It's like a giant painting.

Standing on the roof ridge, Hu Yunying looked like a fairy from the moon.

In the bright moonlight, she cast a shadow. The ribbons of this shadow fluttered in the breeze, as if a fairy from a mural had come to life.

"master!"

Zhang Zhengdao, who was enjoying the poetic and picturesque scene, was suddenly ruined by the address "Master".

Disappointed, he turned back and glanced at the dazed Guo Lanying.

"What's wrong?"

"So beautiful!" Guo Lanying walked to the stone table, sat down, rested her chin on her hands, looked at the huge full moon, and Hu Yunying who seemed to be floating in the full moon, tilting her head in fascination.

With a light touch of her toes, Hu Yunying landed gracefully, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

"master!"

With keen interest.

"Pour the wine for the master!" Zhang Zhengdao ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Hu Yunying went to fetch the wine and returned briskly.

With wine and beautiful women, life is full of joy.

It seems like something is missing.

Zhang Zhengdao shouted, "Shu Baimei, dance!"

As the sound faded, a ghostly figure dressed in white with disheveled hair shot from the peach grove into the sky. It then landed on the rooftop, flicked its long sleeves, bent its waist, and stuck out its buttocks, its sleeves billowing in the wind.

Shu Baimei's slender waist was like a soft rope that could bend at will. It could be twisted 360 degrees without any problem.

This is the highest level a dancer can reach.

This is a skill that can only be displayed when a ghost dances.

Drinking under the bright moon, the pure moonlight like a jade plate, the dance of beautiful women like a delicacy, and if there were also orchestral music...

A melodious flute tune flowed slowly from the night sky.

Hu Yunying flew to the rooftop again, holding her flute horizontally.

Guo Lanying, with her slender, delicate hands, raised the wine pot high, and as soon as Zhang Zhengdao looked up, the wine flowed down his throat like a silk thread.

This dreamlike scene was something Zhang Zhengdao had only ever seen in novels about immortals on Earth before.

Like a dream.

That night, everyone in Linbin Town carried small stools and sat upright in the courtyard, heads held high and chins raised, to look at the enormous moon they had never seen before in their lives.

The town of Linbin was brightly lit.

The moonlight also illuminated Qin Shouzhong, who was standing outside the inn, looking up at the moon, and his heart was filled with heat.