“Sanyang, you are still a bit impatient.” Master Changling smiled calmly: “Since you have said that this is a tribulation, there is no reason not to overcome it. If you can be lucky enough to overcome this tribulation, my stagnant cultivation will also greatly improve, which may be a happy thing.”
Master Changling was very open-minded; life and death had long since lost their meaning for him.
“Let’s go,” Master Changling stood up and straightened his Taoist robe. “We should go and say goodbye to your esteemed master.”
When Wenwu woke up, he learned from Changfeng that Daoist Sanyang had come again, and even brought his master, Daoist Changling. He was immediately unhappy.
What exactly does this Taoist priest Sanyang want? He himself said that he is no longer needed here, so why is he still shamelessly clinging to this place?
"Master, will you see him or not?" Changfeng looked up and glanced at his face, unable to make up his mind.
Wenwu was about to say he wouldn't see her, but then he remembered that besides that poisonous woman Meng, the Sanyang Taoist priest also had a special status in the mansion. If he closed the door now, who knew what the servants would say.
"Let's go see him." Wen Wuquan finally gave in. He was powerless and couldn't afford to offend anyone.
After seven or eight more cups of tea, Daoist Sanyang and Daoist Changling finally received Wenwuquan.
"Master Sanyang, it's been a long time. Master Changling, I've heard so much about you!" Even though he was hiding in this small town, he knew something about Master Changling.
When he was young, Master Changling was a prince of the royal family. He was as detached from worldly desires as an immortal, and few people were willing to talk to him. So he got used to being alone.
Later, no one knows what kind of luck he had, but he actually became a disciple of a master, mastered the Great Dao, and suddenly gained several hundred years of lifespan.
The royal family valued him and wanted to invite him back, but he refused.
Thinking of this, Wen Wuquan frowned tightly. He had heard of him before, but he didn't want to get too involved with him.
Master Changling understood his meaning and took out a wooden box from his bosom: "My disciple and I are passing by and would like to ask for lodging for the night. Since we see that many people in your household are not sleeping soundly, we will leave this here."
"This is..." Although he didn't want to get to know this person well, Wen Wuquan could guess that what he left behind must be some good things.
Master Changling unconsciously touched the jade bottle in his bosom: "It's just some calming spices, nothing to mention."
Wenwu chuckled twice: "I've heard so much about Daoist Changling. Anything you can offer must be a fine treasure. Where are you planning to go, Daoist? Will you be staying at my residence for a while?"
"No, I was just about to leave. I'm in a hurry to get to the capital, how could I possibly continue to bother you here?" Daoist Changling smiled apologetically and prepared to depart.
Watching Master Changling's departing figure, Wenwu breathed a sigh of relief. It was far too dangerous for someone like him to stay with them; it was best for him to leave quickly. The capital city… if this person went back, the political climate there would likely shift again.
He had stayed here for too long, so long that he no longer wanted to return to that place of trouble.
"Master, shall we go back?" Changfeng was clearly unwilling to give up. He was still reluctant to leave the capital and longed for it. Even though he had followed his master to hide in this little-known place, he still yearned for the old days.
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