Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
Song Shouye brought Zhang Shuguang to the living room and sat down, then busied himself pouring tea.
"Xiao Guangzi, this is the tea my senior brother picked in the mountains. It not only quenches your thirst, but is also good for your health. Come and try it."
Song Shouye handed the tea to Zhang Shuguang, then looked at him with a smile. His expression was the same as his sister Zhang Panpan's, looking forward to her brother's praise.
"Shouye, it's really delicious. Please put down the backpack. Aren't you tired of carrying it all the time?"
Zhang Shuguang did not disappoint Song Shouye and quickly praised the delicious tea he brewed.
"Xiao Guangzi, we are best friends, I will never lie to you.
You wait here, I will go and call my master."
After receiving Zhang Shuguang's affirmation, Song Shouye seemed very happy and jumped out of the door.
First put the vegetables in the basket into the kitchen, then walk towards the quiet room behind the main hall.
Soon, Song Shouye came back with an old Taoist priest who had white hair and a youthful face and looked like an immortal.
"Master, this is Xiao Guangzi, my best friend."
Just this afternoon, Zhang Shuguang couldn't count how many times Song Shouye had introduced him like this.
“That’s not right!”
The old Taoist priest stared at Zhang Shuguang's face, looking him up and down carefully.
"how so?"
The old Taoist priest kept pinching his fingers, and the seals in his hands kept changing.
His eyes were as bright as lightning, as if he could see through Zhang Shuguang's soul.
"Master, is there any problem?"
Zhang Shuguang felt uncomfortable being stared at by the old Taoist priest.
"Sir, please forgive me for speaking frankly, but you have the face of an early death. Logically, you would not have escaped the great disaster that happened a few days ago.
But you are alive and well. Could it be that some master is helping you to conceal the secrets and change your fate?
I can no longer clearly see the young layman's face, but I am certain of one thing: he will become very rich and powerful in the future."
Taoists practice the five arts of "mountain medicine, fortune-telling, and divination."
Jade Purity True Man is over a hundred years old and has never made a mistake in fortune-telling and divination. However, Zhang Shuguang's face is the only one he has ever seen in his life.
"Old Taoist priest, you have a keen eye. I did have a misfortune a few days ago and fell from a tree.
My soul had already left my body, and I was separated from my family, but my grandma kept calling me, and I came back in a daze."
Zhang Shuguang didn't reveal the secret himself, he knew that he had met a real master today.
If you try to hide it, you will end up being at a disadvantage.
"Young lay Buddhist, you will surely be blessed in the future after surviving such a great disaster. I believe your ancestors must have accumulated virtue and done good deeds, so they can help you avoid this disaster. Young lay Buddhist, please take a seat."
The two sat opposite each other, and Song Shouye stood beside his master in an orderly manner.
"May I ask the Immortal's Dharma name?"
The old Taoist priest could tell at a glance that he was a dead person, which directly stunned Zhang Shuguang. He even changed his address from Taoist priest to immortal priest.
"My Dharma name is Jade Void Immortal. I have been cultivating in Laojun Temple for many years. It is my great honor to meet you today."
This is not because Master Yuxu is being polite. This is the first time he has seen someone come back to life from the dead.
"You are so polite, Master. Shouye is my childhood friend. Today I heard that it was you who saved his life. I would like to thank you very much."
Zhang Shuguang bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude to Master Yuxu.
"Young layman, there's no need to be so polite. This humble disciple and I are destined to have a master-disciple relationship. My disciple Chunyangzi is pure and filial, and I like him very much."
Chunyangzi is the Buddhist name of Song Shouye in Laojun Temple.
"Master, I've noticed that Shouye's speech and thinking are somewhat different from those of ordinary people. What's going on?"
Zhang Shuguang wanted to meet Song Shouye's master to find out what was going on with him.
“When we rescued him from the water, he had already stopped breathing. Perhaps the lack of oxygen for too long caused brain damage, leaving him with a state of consciousness that was that of a child.
Young layperson, since you are childhood playmates, I hope you will not look at him strangely.
You have been to places he has never been to, and he has protected your innocence that you can never regain, which is also a beautiful thing."
His disciple has suffered enough, and Master Yuxu doesn't want his disciple's childhood friend to alienate him because of his mental disability.
"Master, you are absolutely right. Please rest assured, no matter what time it is, Shouye will always be my good friend. I will not look down on him for any reason."
Zhang Shuguang promised solemnly.
"That's good. We haven't seen each other for many years. I'm sure you have a lot to say. I won't bother you any more.
Have dinner and rest here tonight. I'll have Chunyangzi take you down the mountain tomorrow."
True Man Yuxu looked at Zhang Shuguang with clear eyes, and knew that he must be a kind and upright person.
Moreover, this young man's destiny is no longer within the Three Realms and Five Elements. He will surely be rich and powerful in the future. True Man Yuxu is also happy that his little disciple can have more contact with him.
"Xiao Guangzi, I'll take you to see where I live and then show you around Laojun Temple."
When Song Shouye saw his best friend, he was eager to share everything he had with his little Guangzi.
"good."
Now Song Shouye's mentality is probably the same as that of his younger brother Zhang Shengli, so he needs to be more patient with him.
After leaving the guest hall and passing through the Laojun Hall, Song Shouye took him to a row of Buddhist rooms.
"Right here, my room is right next to my master's, and I am his most beloved disciple!
The two rooms at the back belong to my senior brother, and the one further back belongs to my nephew."
Song Shouye's face was full of pride as he pushed open the door of the second bedroom inside.
The furnishings inside were simple but spotlessly clean: a bed, a cabinet, and a futon.
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