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Dong Lin sat in Song Xin’s sports car, sowhat at a loss, rubbing her hands nervously as she watched the car drive into a massive manor.
She couldn’t help but ask curiously:
"Manager Song, what are we doing here?"
"It’s not ." Song Xin shook her head:
"If it wasn’t because of you, I wouldn’t be qualified to co in."
"Let’s go!"
She parked the car and called out:
"Soone wants to see you."
"See ?" Dong Lin’s face showed surprise:
"Who?"
The grandeur here surpassed her imagination; it wasn’t the kind of sparkling luxury but rather a steady and understated elegance.
Even the security guards at the gate seed extraordinary.
Song Xin didn’t answer, seemingly becoming cautious herself upon arriving here, she followed those who had co to et them into the hall.
The hall’s furnishings were sowhat old yet new, and the two were sitting in the center.
One of them was Old Zhou, whom she’d seen a few days ago, and the middle-aged man seed familiar, as if she’d seen him on TV.
Hmm?
Dong Lin’s heart raced.
Could it really be him?
"Are you Dong Lin?"
The middle-aged man stood up, warmly shaking hands:
"I’m really sorry to disrupt your work and trouble you to co here."
"No... no..." Dong Lin blushed deeply, shaking her head repeatedly:
"Mr... Mr. Zheng, do you have sothing for ?"
"I want to et Daoist Fang." The middle-aged man said:
"I heard you have his phone number, could you help contact him for ?"
"This..." Dong Lin hesitated instinctively, then nodded firmly:
"No problem."
Saying that she imdiately took out her phone to dial the number.
Then she showed a bitter smile.
"No one is answering."
"That’s alright." The middle-aged man said calmly:
"Just call every day until you reach him and let know, my daughter’s illness needs Daoist Fang’s treatnt."
Call every day?
Wouldn’t that be annoying?
Dong Lin frowned instinctively.
If she really did that, it would definitely offend Daoist Fang, and what if he gets angry and blocks her?
Old Zhou also has Daoist Fang’s phone number, why don’t you ask him to call?
Dong Lin’s mind turned, but seeing Mr. Zheng’s hopeful gaze and thinking of his conduct, she nodded resolutely and said earnestly:
"No problem!"
"I’ll call Daoist Fang every day until I make contact with him."
Fang Zheng is a worldly master, knowing him is an honor, but such a master won’t bring convenience to life.
Yet if she pleased the man in front of her...
She wouldn’t have to work as a grinning salesperson forever.
"Thank you!"
Mr. Zheng’s face showed gratitude:
"Thank you!"
"Anything Miss Dong needs, just say the word, and I’ll make it happen."
Upon hearing this,
Dong Lin gave a sweet smile.
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Qing Province is coastal, similar to Qu City.
But unlike Qu City’s flat terrain, Qing Province’s landscape is higher in the south, lower in the north, forming a slope with many uphill and downhill roads.
Walking through it inevitably takes so effort.
Fang Zheng, dressed in a Daoist Robe and wearing Yin Yang Boots, walked slowly through a dilapidated alley.
The moss on the stone walls on both sides testified to this place’s long history, and the old iron railings on the top had beco sparse.
The pedestrians on the road varied from one to another.
In the morning, it began to drizzle, and the fine rain like silk descended from the sky, coolly landing on one’s body, adding a hazy beauty to the lingering morning mist.
His expression was calm, walking neither fast nor slow, just continuously moving and occasionally glancing around, thus reaching Qing Province.
Arriving at Qing Province’s most famous Ao Mountain.
Ao Mountain is the collective na for hundreds of mountain peaks, forming a series with varying terrains.
Except for a few peaks developed for tourists to climb and enjoy, the majority of the forest remains in a relatively primitive state.
Beyond Ao Mountain lies Qing Province’s most bustling area.
"Seeking the Immortal on Ao Mountain, hidden realms reveal the truth. The ridge is greener than a white crane, strange peaks create purple clouds. Bright sunset purifies heaven and earth, tidal sounds delight Kunlun. There’s an island on the sea, no red dust in the heart."
Walking through the forest, Fang Zheng gazed far, naturally rembering a verse, his heart silently empty.
Daoist Skill is natural!
His heart felt; the energies converged.
"Boom..."
Thunder roared across the sky.
The rain,
continued to fall more heavily.
Fang Zheng looked up, faintly seeing lightning in his eyes, then his form flickered and disappeared from the spot.
Ao Mountain was once one of the Daoist Ancestral Court, and the story of Ao Mountain Daoists is widely circulated, the top of Yuqing Mountain even has legends of Immortals.
It is said.
In a certain year and month, a Daoist was practicing in a cave on the mountaintop, one day his cultivation succeeded, he achieved enlightennt and drew Celestial Thunder.
On that day, thunder struck violently, shattering the cave and hitting the Daoist, granting him this opportunity to ascend to immortality.
The cave where the Daoist practiced was also called the Immortal Cave.
Many similar legends exist.
The Immortal Cave,
however, there is only one.
Fang Zheng’s figure appeared before Immortal Cave, seeing a few tourists and staff inside sheltering from the rain, he shook his head and turned to leave.
The once Daoist Holy Land and a place to seek Immortals is now a tourist destination, bustling and lively without the deep tranquility.
His figure was seen by so, imdiately bringing whispers.
"Wasn’t there a person who just ca by?"
"Who? Did you see a ghost?"
"I think I really saw soone too, the person flashed and disappeared."
"Could it be... a ghost?"
"There’s no damn ghost!"
"This is a Daoist Holy Land, even if there were ghosts, they would be Immortals!"
"..."
At a certain peak.
Fang Zheng sat cross-legged beneath a rocky surface, hidden between crevices, Righteous Strength enveloped his body, the heavy rain bounced off three inches from him.
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