When she yelled like this, I regretted asking her what she said. Suddenly I felt very bored and very dirty.

But even though I thought so, I was still very uncomfortable when I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Although I knew that Xian'er would not peek, I felt like there were eyes behind me and I was staring at me all the time when I was taking a shower.

After dinner in the morning, I ran to my master's room to play. My master was sitting on the bed and staring at the black gossip mirror. Master Zhao was still sleeping. I found that when he was sleeping, he covered his face with a quilt, and his thin and big feet were exposed.

I took a dry bath towel from the bathroom. I originally planned to help my master cover my feet. Although the hotel is much warmer than outside, it is now the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month and I am afraid that my master will catch a cold.

But as soon as I walked to Master Zhao's bed, Master Zhao suddenly lifted the quilt. I saw that his eyes were rolling, only half of the whites were exposed. I was shocked at that time, but before this was over, I saw him suddenly stretching his arms, as if he wanted to grab something.

His body trembled violently and inhale heavily. The hoarse "Uh-Uh-Uh-" sound made my scalp numb.

At that time, Master Zhao looked like a zombie.

But a few minutes later, Master Zhao's body softened again. When his hands fell down, I found that his chest had no ups and downs.

Master Zhao is dead!

I looked at my master nervously, and saw that my master sighed, stood up, and covered Master Zhao with a quilt again.

After that, my master sat back on his bed as if nothing had happened, and complained to me: "Your Master Zhao is like this, don't worry about him. Oh, I shouldn't live in the same room with him, as I didn't sleep well all night."

At this time, Master Zhao raised the quilt and covered his face with it, and his big feet were exposed again.

My heart still trembled, and I heard my master say, "Your Master Zhao followed your master to the tomb in his early years and got very strong corpse energy. Although he finally saved his life, he became like this. Fortunately, his life span is still long and he will not die in the past few decades."

When my master said this, his tone was very relaxed, as if he had already become accustomed to Master Zhao's appearance.

When my master mentioned my master again, I couldn't help asking: "Master, who is my master?"

The master looked up at me and said, "Your Master, passed away more than 20 years ago. Our Soul-Juan Village has rules. Except for our first generation ancestors, the name of our ancestors fifteen years after their death, the name of our ancestors is not allowed to be mentioned by future generations. This rule was set by the First generation ancestor when he established the Soul-Juan Village. After a person dies, the soul returns to the nine springs and no longer mentions the name. It is also to prevent them from living in the underworld and always worry about things in the world."

After hearing what my master said, I had a lot of questions in my heart, and asked my master: "Master, there are really nine springs. Is there an underworld? If we say the name of the master, can the master hear it? If there is an underworld, will there be a god in the sky? I remember Xian'er said that she had the opportunity to become an immortal. If she becomes an immortal, would she be able to live forever? Where would she go, where would the gods live? What is the underworld and what is the place where the gods live?"

I asked so many questions in a series of times, which made my master confused.

My master pondered for a long time before saying to me: "Xian'er, she said she could become an immortal? I haven't heard her say it before. God, immortal, if our lineage doesn't study that, some things are really hard to say. Moreover, although there were some legends like practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal in ancient times, the legend is still legend after all, and most of them are mixed with real and falsehood, and we should not take it too seriously."

At this time, Xian'er spoke: "What about the underworld? Is there really an underworld?"

My master could hear what she said, and then saw my master nodding, shook his head, and said, "It's hard to say. To be honest, I have encountered few ghosts over the years, and most of the evil corpses we usually deal with are evil corpses. Any corpses are things in the world, but from the classics of the Shuzheng lineage, evil corpses should be things that are not accepted by both the Yin and Yang realms. So, the underworld probably exists. Aren't you a ghost yourself? Don't you know if there is a underworld?"

Xian'er sighed: "I can't explain it clearly. In the past, I seemed to be able to really feel the existence of the underworld. That feeling was impossible, just... there was a kind of aura with heavy yin energy calling me and let me go. Although I could feel it, I didn't know where it was. And as I stayed in the world for a longer time, this feeling became weaker and weaker."

My master nodded: "Well, the aura that summons you may not come from the underworld. It is like a place like a chasing mountain. It has a very heavy yin energy and it is easy to attract ghosts to stay there. I heard that you have the chance to become an immortal. Are there really gods in this world?"

Only then did I realize that my master also had many questions about these things.

But Xian'er couldn't give a clear answer to this. She just said: "A long time ago, my master was an earth immortal, but the mountain spirits and wild monsters in the mountains said that she was an earth immortal. No one had seen what a real earth immortal looked like. Moreover, my master did not live forever and passed away after living for hundreds of years. I was only about to reach my master's cultivation, but I felt that I was about to become an earth immortal, but I couldn't tell whether the so-called earth immortal was an immortal."

After a long time of trouble, Xian'er's so-called becoming an immortal turned out to be like this.

The snake spirit in Yaoyingzi River is still a river god. After all, isn’t it a snake spirit?

I thought to myself, and muttered, "If you are almost immortal, my master is still a living god, otherwise you can't defeat my master."

Xian'er snorted muffled: "You just can't communicate, don't talk to me!"

My master heard the conversation between me and Xian'er. He habitually lit the tobacco pot and said to me with a smile: "There is a Tao. In our lineage, we didn't seek to become an immortal. We just focused on realizing the Tao. You, don't think so much."

I asked my master again: "Master, I always listen to you, but what is the Tao in our lineage?"

The master gave up a sip of smoke and said slowly: "Maybe it is your true heart."

At this time, my Master Zhao suddenly roared with a "drink" and sat up straight, which scared me.

Master Zhao looked at me and my master, then looked out the window, and let out a long sigh.

Although it was winter, the sun outside the window was extremely full. The sunlight shone through the window and sprinkled on Master Zhao's face. The pale face also showed a hint of rosy.

I still remember that Master Zhao was stunned at the sun for a while and said softly: "It's better to be alive."

When he said this, something in my heart seemed to be opened.

This conversation with Master will have a great impact on my future life.

Our lineage does not seek to become an immortal, and there has not even been any case of becoming an immortal from ancient times to the present. So who should we prove this so-called enlightenment?

My master said, "Maybe it is my original heart, and such an ambiguous answer made me even more confused. What exactly is the original heart that Master mentioned? Does it just refer to the natural kindness and conscience? I don't think so.

But I can only find the answers to such questions myself. My master will not solve my doubts. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he doesn’t even know where the answers to these questions are.

After lunch, we set off on the road. Because we didn’t sleep well last night, my master and I kept sleeping after getting on the bus. The worst thing was Senior Brother Zhuang. Last night, he must not have had a good sleep, but he still had to drive during the day.

It was night again when I arrived at my destination. It was still the residence arranged by Senior Brother Zhuang. It was still a strange hotel with a small storefront, dirty first floor, and a unique world above the second floor.

I heard from Senior Brother Zhuang that, across the country, most of these small hotels are the industry of Jihunzhuang. These hotels are usually managed by senior brothers from the Yuxian lineage, and the money earned is divided equally by the three leaders. As for other disciples, they have to live and find other ways to make money.

Only then did I know why my master is not short of money. But this way of sharing the accounts is really bad!

Of course, I wouldn't have known at that time that the industry of Jihun Village was far more than just a few small hotels. Although there were only 30 disciples in Jihun Village, the usual expenses were extremely huge due to the special nature of Jihun Village. Only a very small part of the money my master and the other two masters of the sect were their own, and the vast majority were used to support Jihun Village's daily expenses.

Having said that, although Jihun Village has a lot of industries, its biggest source of income is the Ghost Market held on July 15th every year.

Among all the disciples of Jihun Village, only we, the lineage of keeping the righteous is not responsible for making money, but the things that can sell high prices in the ghost market often come from our lineage.

It can be said that among the three major veins of Jihunzhuang, the guarding of the main lineage is the easiest lineage, but it is also the most tiring lineage.

Senior Brother Zhuang was tired for a day and fell asleep as soon as he entered the hotel. I slept all the way in the car. I was so excited that I ran to find my master again.

In addition to when my master forced me to practice and check my homework, I still like to stay with my master. He often tells me some old things, and those things are too far away from me, so I usually just listen to them as stories.

I have to say that Master’s story is very attractive to me.

The master's door was half open and half closed, and I went in without knocking on the door.
Chapter completed!