In the past, when I left a place, I would only carry this small suitcase and a small bundle of clothes to the next place. Now I have packed all my luggage.
Looking at the boxes of money, he was at a loss.
In today's society, unlike a hundred years ago when each generation inherited the throne and dominated the world until the Dragon Bloodline declined and fell, only then would the Dragon Bloodline descend upon the mortal realm again. But now, it is unknown whether the Heavenly Emperor has become enlightened or has too much blood, because the Lord of the Earth changes every few years.
May this society governed by the rule of law be filled with the spiritual energy that suppresses demons and monsters.
Perhaps that's why the ink stains and all the ghosts disappeared before my eyes.
Nowadays, even those who cultivate immortality are extremely rare, and they have disappeared without a trace.
Although there are no more demons and monsters robbing and plundering, or people being unjustly accused by the court and having their money stolen.
But I can't escape the trouble of petty thieves eyeing my money.
Suddenly, I remembered what ordinary people meant by depositing money into a bank card. I thought it meant temporarily putting the money in the card and then taking it out when I got to another place.
I went to a bank to apply for a so-called bank card. When I presented my old ID card to the clerk...
The young woman at the counter looked at me with surprise and said, "Miss, your ID card has expired, and it shows that you are 80 years old. You look only about 25 or 26 years old. Are you sure it's yours?"
I weakly took back my ID card and said, "Oh!"
Wandering the world of martial arts, I've changed countless identities.
Unexpectedly, it's time to change identities again.
I went to apply for a new ID card, but these days I can't show any household registration information. They said I'm an unregistered resident and can't get an ID card. They meant I need to pay some fines and register my household registration before I can get an ID card.
I smiled bitterly. If I had a registered residence, I wouldn't have been told that the house I've lived in for fifty years is an illegal building and that I would be evicted.
However, having lived for thousands of years, I have never truly had a registered household. My identity information is either fake, obtained through someone else's connections, or it's someone else's name being used by impersonator.
Thinking that I should leave some trace of my existence, I obediently paid the fine again. While queuing to register my household registration, I met an aunt who was beaming and handing out wedding candy to everyone she met, saying, "My daughter-in-law gave birth to a little girl, and I'm here to register my precious granddaughter's household registration."
Seeing the excited and happy smiles on other people's faces, and holding their wedding candies, I was also infected by their joy and smiled too.
Times have changed. In the past, if a mother-in-law heard that her daughter-in-law had given birth to a girl, her face would turn incredibly dark.
Holding my ID card, which bears the name "Single Root Flower" and my image, I felt a mix of emotions and deep感慨 (gǎnkǎi - mixed feelings of emotion and reflection).
While eating the wedding candy given by others, a hint of sweetness appeared in my mouth.
However, others are celebrating the arrival of a newborn.
I, however, celebrate that I, a dying man, have gained a real identity and a registered residence, just like a mortal.
After obtaining my identity and household registration, I applied for a bank card. They said I needed to link it to a mobile phone number, so I bought a SIM card. After buying a SIM card, I also needed to buy a mobile phone.
When I went to the mobile phone store to buy a phone, the young owner was explaining to an old man how to use the various functions of a modern smartphone.
I never imagined that this phone could not only make calls, but also watch TV, read books, shop, view maps, and most importantly, video chat with people in other places.
Curious, I watched from the side for a while as well.
Aside from their shorter lifespans, mortals today can do what immortals could do with a single finger spell thousands of years ago.
No wonder there are hardly any cultivators left these days.
Yes, besides having a longer lifespan and more freedom, and not having to travel or work hard, there's not much else to it after becoming an immortal.
If these mortals could also escape the troubles of worldly affairs and toil, then being human would be just as good.
If you've lived long enough, go to the underworld, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, jump into the Reincarnation Well, and be reborn.
I finally understand why Heaven made me live in this world with thousands of years of memories and experience thousands of years of human vicissitudes.
This is indeed a divine punishment that leaves one physically and mentally exhausted.
I followed this old man in the mobile phone shop and carefully learned how to use various functions of a mobile phone. I was so eager to see him that I couldn't wait to buy one myself, even though he hadn't used magic in thousands of years.
Seeing how engrossed I was in looking at the phone, the shop owner asked, "Would you like one, young lady?"
I casually tossed a wad of cash onto the boss's desk: "Give me one!"
The old man smiled at me with the joy of a child: "Finally, I can video chat with my son and daughter and see them in person... Young lady, you should try calling your family too, see if it works..."
I looked at my phone and gave an awkward laugh.
I don't know anyone to call. The only phone number I remember is that of Ye Chen...
Out of pride, I inexplicably pressed the dial button and made the call...
"Hello? Who is this?" Wen Heng's deep and familiar voice came through the phone again.
With the phone pressed to my ear, I stood there stunned for a moment. When the other person saw that I didn't speak, they hung up the phone with a "beep".
I stood there, stunned. He wasn't Ye Chen, nor Zhou Lang, nor Wen Heng, yet he had Wen Heng's voice...
Am I now so obsessed that I see everyone as his shadow? His voice?
If it were just a coincidence that someone named Ye Chen shared the same name as Ye Chen, that would be one thing. But for someone with the same name to also have the same voice as Wen Heng, that would be too much of a coincidence.
No, I should have forgotten something. Ye Chen and Ye Ling'er have magic powers; they can transform into any unfamiliar form.
Wen Heng also said that unless his immortal body perishes, he will not give me any more chances if he returns.
My encounter with Wen Heng from two thousand years in the future is enough to prove that he really will return.
Ye Chen had once mentioned that Ye Ling'er also wanted to take Wen Heng's immortal body and refine it into her female body.
If we connect these fragments together...
It's entirely possible that back then, Ye Ling'er could have used the illusion that Wen Heng's immortal body had been destroyed in front of me to steal it.
I slapped my forehead, hating myself for being so stupid over the past few hundred years, for not thinking in this direction.
To verify the truth of my conjecture.
I rushed home without stopping, my hands trembling with excitement as I pulled out the address on the contract I had signed with them.
Then, without delay, they rushed to the address they had left.
However, strangely, I couldn't find any trace of them? Was the address they left fake?
Sure enough, Ye Chen was suspicious, and I angrily went to find the drinking buddy who had given me his business card that day.
I grabbed my drinking buddy's clothes and demanded almost frantically, "Tell me! Who was the person who gave you their business card that day? Where are they now?"
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