Chapter 281: The 100-year-old Immortal
"Where can't I go? At worst I can just stop going to school. What I hate the most is that it was clearly her fault, why did she blame me and even implicate you?"
"What did you do so far?" Ye Xiaomei didn't want to say anything more.
These words suppressed Shang Zhen's temper and made him speechless.
"Okay, just listen to me for now. The person we are looking for is actually not a simple person. It is said that he is an old immortal. We can use the car for free and meet this old man. How great is that."
Just as Ye Xiaomei finished speaking, the familiar car from the hospital slowly drove out.
I never dreamed that when we first arrived, the most excited person would be Shang Zhen.
I had originally planned to arrive at night, but as I walked, I looked at the sky and realized that I wouldn't be able to find anyone if I arrived in the early morning, so I just walked slowly.
It was just after nine in the morning when we arrived.
Xiamen Mountain rises high into the clouds. On the Yizi Peak sits a small Taoist temple, Yuanyi Taoist Temple.
It looks very old. The blue and yellow totem on it has faded a bit, and the paint has cracked and peeled after countless years of wind and sun.
There are only five people in the Taoist temple. One is responsible for cooking, two are responsible for cleaning the courtyard, and two are responsible for cleaning the altar and the floor in the hall.
As soon as people walk in, they feel an indescribable sense of solemnity, which makes them unconsciously afraid to make loud noises.
Aunt Zhang held her daughter in her arms and whispered, "Madam, where is the person we are looking for?"
Mrs. Xue couldn't help but frown. It was just as deserted as the last time she came, but the person Ye Xiaomei mentioned was not there at all last time.
Ye Xiaomei also looked around. Apart from a young man in a long gown wiping the table and two young men sweeping the floor outside, there was no one else to be seen.
Shang Zhen saw a table at the door at a glance, with a few words written on it: fortune telling.
"Hey, young master, where is your fortune teller?" Shang Zhen said as he casually pulled out a stick, looked at the words on it, and put it back in. Perhaps he couldn't understand it at all.
The young Taoist priest who was wiping the table turned around and looked at everyone. He put down the rag in his hand, loosened his rolled-up sleeves, walked over gracefully, and sat cross-legged in front of the table.
"Miss, do you want to have your fortune told?"
Shang Zhen raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You are so young, can you do it?"
Ye Xiaomei ignored her and went back to the yard. She found the sweeper and asked:
"There is an old man here called Taoist Yuan Yi, right? Can I meet him?"
The young man sweeping the floor stood up, raised his thumb and pointed in a certain direction.
Ye Xiaomei thanked him and left first.
Ye Xiaomei looked at the business card again as she walked, making sure that the person called her Taoist Yuanyi. This was better than calling her by the wrong name when they met.
As soon as she approached, she smelled the aroma of meat. Ye Xiaomei was still thinking that the food in the Taoist temple was good.
It looked like this was a bathroom. The unpainted wooden door was ajar. Ye Xiaomei pushed the door open cautiously and walked in.
There was no one in the kitchen. There were only a few simple utensils: spoons, spatulas and a spatula hanging on the wall, a three-layered shelf, two large iron pots embedded in the stove, and the most eye-catching thing was a chopping board as big as a square table.
Elsewhere, there were neatly arranged firewood and a low stool for burning the fire.
How come there is no one here?
But the aroma of meat came to my nose in waves: "Master Yuanyi? Are you there?"
"who?"
Ye Xiaomei was startled to see a man sticking his head out from over the stove. He had an unshaven bearded face and a greasy mouth, chewing some delicious meat or fish.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" He rolled up his sleeves to wipe his mouth, threw the remaining pork elbow bone in his other hand onto the stove, wiped his greasy hands on his gown, and walked out.
Ye Xiaomei felt a little disgusted when she looked at his shiny clothes. They were so dirty that they looked like they could be used to sharpen a knife.
As soon as he came up, Ye Xiaomei smelled a very strong smell of oil. Yes, it was the smell of an oil can that had not been cleaned for years.
Ye Xiaomei wanted to cover her nose for a moment, but she felt that was not polite, so she simply took out her business card and said:
"I am Mr. Xie's student, and I came here to ask for your advice..."
"Don't move." He suddenly said something that scared Ye Xiaomei so much that she shivered. Then he stroked his beard and walked around Ye Xiaomei. Then, as if he was under a spell, he stared at Ye Xiaomei's face without blinking.
What happened? Ye Xiaomei was a little flustered.
A closer look revealed that the old man was to be in his seventies or eighties, but his teeth were in excellent condition, there wasn't a single age spot on his face, and his hair wasn't all white as I had guessed before. On the contrary, it was shiny black, with only a few white strands at his temples.
Judging from this aspect, he looks to be in his 40s or 50s, but the wrinkles on his face are more consistent with a man in his 70s or 80s.
"Master Yuanyi, what are you...looking at?" Ye Xiaomei had been stared at for five minutes.
Yes, after being stared at for so long without moving, my back always feels a little creepy.
"Hiss!" Taoist Yuan Yi wiped his beard and exhaled a breath of cool air. He circled around Ye Xiaomei again, muttering:
"That's impossible... this is weird."
Ye Xiaomei shuddered suddenly. Could you please not scare people in broad daylight? This Taoist temple is already remote, and there is a steep cliff behind the kitchen.
"Master...Master, what do you mean? Can we talk about it somewhere else?" Ye Xiaomei was having trouble speaking.
"That's not enough... That's weird." Taoist Yuanyi seemed not to hear what Ye Xiaomei was saying, and walked out of the kitchen muttering to himself:
"By the way, what did you ask me for? What do you want to thank me for?"
Ye Xiaomei was slightly startled: "It's not thanks, it's thanks to teacher for introducing me." As she spoke, she took out the yellowed business card.
"Which teacher is Xie?"
"Xie Zhongyi." Ye Xiaomei gave her name.
“No.”
"..." Ye Xiaomei followed him with a dumb look on her face. Suddenly, Taoist Yuanyi stopped and Ye Xiaomei bumped into him.
It's not surprising to say that my face was covered with the smell of oil and smoke: "Sorry."
"Hiss, have I seen you somewhere before?" Taoist Yuanyi looked at Ye Xiaomei with clear eyes, as if he would not stop until he stared a hole into her.
Ye Xiaomei looked him up and down. The old Taoist priest was very thin, with bright eyes and a section of eyebrows that grew out of the end, hanging across his eyes like a hook:
"This is my first time here. I don't think I've seen it before. And you're old too. It's unlikely that you've seen it before."
The old Taoist priest stood under the coniferous pine tree in the yard, shook his head and said, "No, I must have seen it before. Your magnetic field is very familiar. Think carefully, has anyone of your ancestors been here before?"
Ye Xiaomei quickly waved her hands: "That's even more impossible. My parents have never left the village."
"What about your grandparents? Or your great-grandparents?"
Ye Xiaomei felt that there was something wrong with this Taoist priest. Ye Xiaomei understood magnetic fields. It was like the mother-child needle. It was the same principle as why the mother had to be given an acupuncture injection when the child was sick.
Because the mother's emotional instability will directly affect the physical health of the child, what we are talking about here is the influence of the magnetic field. However, after several generations, how is it possible to have such a familiar magnetic field?
But: "I have never seen my ancestors, but you are not that old, Master Yuanyi, so it is unlikely that you have seen them."
Taoist Priest Yuanyi said solemnly: "I am 132 years old this year."
"Ah?" Ye Xiaomei looked up and down at Taoist Yuan Yi as if she had eaten a fly.
Oh my god, no wonder Teacher Xie said that - if he were still alive to prove that this method works, but if he is dead, then there is no need to ask him for treatment.
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