Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Huo Chang'an led his army on a northern expedition, while Yan Meng remained in charge of the northwest.

According to the previously agreed division, troops were deployed in the Western Sea Grassland and areas to the west.

Tens of thousands of cattle, horses, and sheep were also kept grazing on the Xihai Grassland.

After all that was arranged, he didn't understand anything else and just waited for Sang Ning to wake up every day.

Ten days later, Sang Ning opened her eyes.

Although she was in a coma for ten days without food or water, her body showed no signs of weakness, and she could get out of bed as soon as she opened her eyes.

The whole family stayed by their side.

Sang Ning smiled politely at them.

"Oh dear, young lady, you're awake! Don't move, don't move, this old servant will put your shoes on for you." Tao Liang immediately brought the shoes and half-squatted on the ground.

In the past, Sang Ning would have definitely pulled her up, but perhaps because she had just woken up, she was still a bit lazy and didn't move.

She just frowned and said, "Aunt Tao, I can dress myself."

Momo was delighted that the young lady hadn't stopped her this time, so she could gradually get used to it.

The son-in-law was right after all; the young lady wasn't looking down on her.

"This is what this old servant should do. This old servant is willing to serve the young lady." He said, wiping his eyes with emotion.

The old lady smiled with satisfaction, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted Sang Ning's hand.

"They are both master and servant, and also family, like a mother taking care of her child. That's just right."

Sang Ning withdrew her hand and gave an awkward smile.

The old lady was taken aback for a moment, but didn't pay much attention.

Xie Yurou brought over a bowl of porridge, saying, "Ning'er, have some porridge first. What else would you like to eat? Your third sister-in-law will make it for you."

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm going to see Master Duxin."

Sang Ning felt very uncomfortable facing these people.

She longed to embrace them, but her body felt as if it were separated from her soul, rejecting their approach, and her words were utterly devoid of warmth.

There was a voice in my heart telling me to go see Master Duxin, as if the answer lay there.

After saying that, she left without waiting for anyone else's reaction.

The old lady and Xie Yurou were a little stunned, but Tao Liang had already stood up and followed.

"Oh, sister-in-law must be in a hurry to ask the master about the calamity so she can go find fourth brother as soon as possible." Xie Yurou quickly figured it out.

The old lady also came to her senses.

Master Duxin was a distinguished guest of the Huo family and lived in the most secluded and elegant courtyard.

A tall ginkgo tree was planted in the yard.

When Sang Ning arrived, Du Xin was tapping a wooden fish under the tree.

"Close the door."

A voice suddenly appeared in her mind.

It was the voice of Master Duxin.

However, even though his lips didn't move, he was still tapping the wooden fish with his eyes closed.

Sang Ning turned and closed the door, blocking Tao Liang who was following behind.

"Little Miss?"

"Stay outside and keep watch; there's no need to come in."

Momoya obeyed orders without question and dutifully guarded the door.

She was also puzzled for a moment: the young lady's voice seemed particularly flat, lacking its former vitality and emotion.

But she quickly put this question out of her mind.

“Master, something seems wrong with my body,” Sang Ning said.

She was very anxious, but her words remained calm and indifferent.

It seems she can no longer control her body.

Master Duxin opened his eyes, and those eyes no longer held the compassion that once encompassed all things.

Instead, it is as deep and boundless as the sea, making it impossible to see through.

"Sit down, let me tell you a story."

What story will you tell?

She didn't want to hear the story at all!

What's wrong with this old monk? Why has he become so strange?

Sang Ning felt as if something was about to happen, and her heart was filled with unease.

But her body obediently sat down, her face slightly raised, facing Du Xin with respectful eyes.

"Do you know about the Eastern Mountain Mystic Gate within Langya territory?"

Sang Ning roared inwardly, "Why are they telling these ghost stories again? What does it have to do with me?!"

“I’ve heard people talk about it,” her body replied obediently.

Du Xin, with a distant gaze, began to speak: "The Eastern Mountain Mysterious Gate is the ancestor of all mysteries."

800 years ago, a genius emerged within the Xuanmen sect…

Cheng Sangmo, a genius within the Xuanmen sect, became famous throughout the world at the age of fifteen, skilled in divination, geomancy, anti-aging, transformation, precognition, and soul-capturing...

He was proficient in all Taoist arts and techniques.

Later, in pursuit of a higher realm, he discussed matters with eminent Buddhist monks.

At that time, various schools of Taoism flourished, but their practices varied greatly.

The saying "killing someone from a thousand miles away, borrowing life through seven lamps" also began to spread.

Just then, the royal family was in turmoil, and the crown prince died suddenly, which was attributed to the use of sorcery by the Xuanmen sect.

The Xuanmen sect was ruthlessly suppressed.

Cheng Sangmo, the master of the Dongshan Xuanmen, led his disciples to the summit of Dongshan.

He truly deserves to be called a genius. No one could possibly set foot on that mountain peak, yet he managed to use his mountain-splitting technique to create a path to heaven.

People only think it's a legend, but the truth is that the people of Xuanmen died on the way to the mountain long ago.

actually not.

Ten years later, people began to come down from the mountain.

According to them, it is warm as springtime up there, like a fairyland, with no seasons and no wind or rain.

Unfortunately, it's too lonely.

So they chose to go down the mountain.

However, once they came down, they could never go back up.

I can't find that hiking trail anymore.

Therefore, people still think they are talking nonsense.

Decades later, a fairy in flowing green robes, with skin as white as snow and an otherworldly air, suddenly appeared in the mountains and rescued a hunter who was surrounded by jackals. The saying that there was a fairy in the eastern mountain began to spread again.

That immortal was none other than Cheng Sangmo, who had come down from the mountain.

He's over fifty years old, but his face looks exactly the same as it did back then, as if he's never experienced the passage of time.

His cultivation level has reached a point that mortals can only look up to, so it is reasonable to call him an "immortal".

Because he was focused on spiritual practice and detached from worldly affairs, his worldly wisdom and experience were only developed in his youth.

His fellow disciples on the mountain had all grown old and passed away naturally, leaving him all alone.

He went down the mountain and found his former Buddhist friends.

My friend is over eighty years old, and no matter what he tries, he can't stop the aging process. He was deeply shocked when he saw Cheng Sangmo, who looks like he has never aged.

This is considered one of the signs of entering the immortal realm.

Cheng Sangmo, like a naive child, begins to relearn and experience life in the mortal world.

During this time, he fell in love with a woman.

She was an ordinary, very average girl.

She can cook all sorts of food, whether it's something that swims in the water or crawls on the ground; as long as it's not poisonous, she can make a dish out of it.

Cheng Sangmo fell in love with this down-to-earth atmosphere, and with that energetic girl who always had a serene smile, no matter how tough things got.

They got married.

Very happy.

But when he told the woman he was over fifty, her smile vanished.

It wasn't because he was old, nor was it out of disdain; it was because I knew his identity.

The immortals atop Xuanmen Mountain.

Legend has it that they live forever.

She was afraid, afraid that she would grow old and die soon, becoming an insignificant speck of dust in his life.