Cultivating Immortality Begins with Rejuvenation

"Master, do immortals really exist in this world?"

Inside the Qingxin Hall of Zixiao Temple, eight-year-old Li Ji'an looked up, his clear eyes filled with childish innocence and anticipation as he gazed at Liu Deshan, the head of the hall.

After a moment.

"So alike! Too alike! Just like my junior brother..." Instead of an answer, Li Ji'an was met with Liu Deshan's somewhat absent-minded muttering.

The corners of Li Ji'an's mouth couldn't help but curve into a nostalgic smile. He then bowed slightly, not disturbing his former senior brother, now his master.

"Blessings of infinite celestial veneration!" After a short while, Liu Deshan returned to his senses and picked up the roster again, his slightly cloudy eyes suddenly clearing up a bit.

"Your secular name is Li Ji'an?"

Without waiting for Li Ji'an to answer, Liu Deshan looked at the information on the roster, his heart pounding.

Three days ago, he was in the midst of fasting and purification when he heard that a child was holding his junior brother Chang'an Zhenren's token and wished to join his sect. Although he was in seclusion and unable to meet him, he unhesitatingly instructed his men to admit the child into the Qingxin Hall as an exception.

Today, as soon as he came out of seclusion, he summoned the child.

The first glance made him lose himself...

And at this moment, he was almost certain—this must be his junior brother's son!

"Hmph, you lectured me with sophistry, telling me not to marry and have children, talking about red skeletons, about water moon mirror flowers, about being alone and carefree for life, and yet... Luckily, I didn't fall for your tricks." A sense of refreshing joy arose inexplicably, whether it was knowing that his junior brother had descendants or finally being able to expose one of his junior brother's shortcomings, Houde Zhenren Liu Deshan felt as if he had become thirty years younger.

"Qingyun, come in." In a great mood, Houde Zhenren called out towards the outside of the hall.

"Disciple greets Master." A chubby Daoist child of about the same age as Li Ji'an entered the hall like a ball of flesh, wobbling as he went, and sat cross-legged on a prayer mat next to Li Ji'an.

"From now on, this is your junior brother. Take good care of him in the future, and never bully him. Treat him as a brother and close friend." Liu Deshan solemnly warned.

"Ah?" The little chubby Daoist was clearly unaccustomed to Liu Deshan's attitude.

"Oh, right, I haven't given you a Daoist name yet. You... why not call you Chang'an?" Liu Deshan pondered slightly, then smiled gently, a hint of slyness appearing on the face of the man who was known for his stability and who was in charge of the temple's ideological education.

"Chang'an?" Senior brother's bad taste...

"Thank you, Master, for the name." Li Ji'an bowed deeply.

"Chang'an, this is your senior brother Qingyun. In the future, no matter how you and the other senior brothers in the temple get along, you must have a deep brotherly affection with your senior brother Qingyun, sharing weal and woe." Liu Deshan urged again.

Li Ji'an lowered his head, tilted his head slightly, and happened to see Qingyun Daoist child looking at him in the same way.

He had glanced at this little chubby boy from afar three days ago and had some doubts, but now he had no more doubts.

Zixiao Temple's ancestral rules forbade marriage, but for over a hundred years, this rule had basically become a dead letter. Zixiao Temple was a family temple, passed down from master to disciple, generation after generation, and did not accept outside hangers-on. Over the past hundred years, it had almost become a single line of inheritance.

From the temple master to the subordinate deacon disciples, most of them had a home in the county town ten miles away.

However, the previous hall master of Qingxin Hall, that is, their master Shangshan Zhenren, was an exception. He was pure and desireless, self-sufficient, and only took in two disciples.

"Looking at this kid's age, senior brother probably married before I even became a layman? Heh."

"Alright, Qingyun, take your junior brother to familiarize himself with the temple and explain some of the rules." Liu Deshan seemed to have something urgent and did not answer the first question that new disciples had to ask, hurriedly dismissing the two disciples and leaving Qingxin Hall with a happy face.

Qingyun, the little chubby boy, looked fat, but his movements were not slow. He pulled Li Ji'an to the corner of the wall outside the side room of the hall in a few steps.

"Tell me the truth, are you also Master's son?" At this moment, Xiao Qingyun's face was a little flushed, and he seemed a little aggrieved, feeling like he might burst into tears at any moment.

"..." Just like senior brother when he was a child, not very smart.

Li Ji'an shook his head decisively.

"Really? Whew~ Scared me to death, that's good, it seems my mother lied to me, how could Dad have other women?"

Li Ji'an raised his eyebrows slightly, senior brother has also turned bad.

"That's good, you just follow senior brother from now on, senior brother will protect you from being bullied, I'll tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else, my dad, is this!" The little chubby boy smiled happily, praising himself and raising a thumbs up, very proud of having Liu Deshan as his dad.

Good.

Looking at the little chubby boy taking pride in his dad, Li Ji'an was genuinely happy for Liu Deshan.

Being able to become his son's pride, as a father, senior brother should be content.

"Junior brother, this is the Jade Emperor Hall, it's the temple master's territory, the temple master is very fierce and stingy, don't come here if you have nothing to do.

This is the Hongfa Hall, they have a lot of delicious food every time they go down the mountain to perform rituals..."

Zixiao Temple was not big, and did not have the strict hierarchical organization of those large temples with "three capitals, five masters, and eighteen heads". There was only one temple master, five hall masters, and no more than a hundred disciples and Daoist children in each hall.

Visiting the old place again, it was as if it were yesterday.

"Unknowingly, it's been fifty-four years!"

Fifty-four years ago, Li Ji'an awakened his past life's wisdom. At that time, he had already transmigrated to this world for eight years, born from a mother's womb, eight years old!

The Xianci Dynasty, a feudal imperial world that he had never heard of.

The suffering of the people in feudal society, needless to say.

However, when he awakened his past life's wisdom, Li Ji'an not only did not complain, but was full of confidence. He didn't even panic without a system. With his twenty years of experience as a genuine reader, he was clear about this ancient feudal imperial drama.

He initially decided to speedrun it.

As a result, he was fed a mouthful of incense ash talisman water and weasel blood...

Until he learned of the existence of martial artists, he suddenly realized that it was a low-martial arts upgrade stream drama.

The suffering at the beginning, the forbearance and even humiliation were necessary,

He kept enduring until his parents died and his fiancée broke off the engagement. He knew that the BUFF was full and it was time for him to leave the mountain.

The prodigal son doesn't care about selling his father's fields. He sold all the good fields that the Li family had accumulated for generations for silver and went to the martial arts hall in the town with high spirits.

As a result... he failed to enter the door even after a year.

A child from a mountain village, hovering around the subsistence level since childhood, with a weak body and no money to buy high-quality medicinal baths and tonics, coupled with the limited level of the martial arts hall in the town.

He even saw that the silver was running out and he still couldn't enter the door. He practiced martial arts desperately, but injured his lungs and coughed incessantly, looking like a sickly ghost.

He couldn't live in the town, so he had to go back to the mountain village in despair.

Fortunately, no one wanted the earthen house, and there was still a place to stay.

In the end, he became a tenant farmer, eating one meal without knowing if there would be another, and hope was replaced by despair day after day.

Muddle-headed, depressed, waiting for the hope that he didn't even know if he could wait for... Until he was thirty years old, just when he was about to give up on life, he woke up that day and unexpectedly found that all his illnesses had disappeared, and all the negative states of his overburdened and overworked body had disappeared. His body had actually returned to the age of eight when he first awakened his past life's wisdom!

But the timeline had not changed.

Worried about being treated as a demon, he didn't have time to be surprised by the late-arriving golden finger, so he hurriedly fled the mountain village.

In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, and population mobility was even more restricted. In the end, he could only run back to the town to look for opportunities.

But... before he could figure out the use of the golden finger, he was caught by human traffickers and subjected to forced labor!

Recalling this, Li Ji'an's heart suddenly twitched, his face pale.

Even though twenty-seven years had passed and he had been rejuvenated once, and all the physical trauma had been cleared, the experience of those five years still haunted him in nightmares.

Fortunately, at the age of thirteen, in Shangyi County, ten miles away from Zixiao Temple, Li Ji'an, whose arm was already deformed and whose back had an unhealed, festering wound, met Shangshan Zhenren, the former hall master of Qingxin Hall of Zixiao Temple.

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Xiao Qingyun suddenly turned his head and happened to see the look of horror on Li Ji'an's face.

"Junior brother, don't be afraid, senior brother is here." Clumsily protecting Li Ji'an behind him, Xiao Qingyun pointed to the statues in the hall and said anxiously: "They're fake, they're all fake, they're all clay sculptures."

Coming back to his senses from his memories, Li Ji'an's face showed a kind smile as he looked at Xiao Qingyun standing in front of him.

After this incident, Xiao Qingyun no longer took Li Ji'an to tour the temple and decisively returned to Qingxin Hall.

However, just as he walked outside the厢舍 of Qingxin Hall, Xiao Qingyun suddenly stopped. He saw a group of senior brothers in the temple waiting at the door, and even the figure of a senior brother from the Disciplinary Hall.

"Crap! Has the fact that I spat in the rice of the Hall Master of the Internal Affairs Hall been discovered?" Xiao Qingyun shuddered instantly and subconsciously hid behind Li Ji'an.

Whoosh~

Seeing the figures of the two, a group of people rushed over at once, each with a look of urgency on their faces, where was the usual tranquility and detachment of the Daoists?

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again." Xiao Qingyun was almost scared to cry, took a few steps back, fell to the ground with his butt, and begged for mercy with his head in his hands.

"You..."

However, after waiting for a while, he did not wait for any reprimand, nor did anyone come to pull him. Xiao Qingyun looked through the cracks in his fingers in fear.

But he saw that the group of people were all surrounding Li Ji'an.

"They're not looking for me?" He breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

"They want to bully junior brother!" The next moment, he was furious again.

"I'm going to find my dad." But he didn't dare to rush up to face these fierce people from the Disciplinary Hall himself.

"Huh?" Before he could tiptoe away, he saw that the group of people were all half-kneeling and squatting beside Li Ji'an.

The urgency on everyone's faces was gone, replaced by affection and tenderness.

He even clearly saw the hateful senior brother of the Disciplinary Hall squatting in front of Li Ji'an, gently stroking his head, with tears in his eyes...

"So alike... really too alike..."

"Junior brother... is your name Li Ji'an?"

"Li Ji'an, no no, I mean, is Chang'an Shishu your..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

"Is Shishu... is he okay?"

...

Li Ji'an looked at this group of children who had grown up and smiled with relief.

Because he had been rained on and his master had given him an umbrella, he was more willing to hold an umbrella for those who were being rained on.

After experiencing five years of purgatory twenty-seven years ago, he was brought back to this place by Shangshan Zhenren. He was thirteen years old that year.

Those five years of experience made him feel that this place was a real paradise, so he settled down and actively offered advice for the development of Zixiao Temple. The ambition of the initial transmigrator was also immersed in the master's love.

During this period, relying on his knowledge from his previous life, he improved the phosphorus fire and smoke effects for Hongfa Hall, and added tricks such as retrieving Yin spirits from the oil pot with bare hands, taking objects from the void, and holding real fire in his mouth, and through methods such as "fish belly hiding silk books", "auspiciousness appearing in Zixiao", and "white jade tortoise", he made the originally unknown Zixiao Temple a treasure among the dignitaries in Shangyi County, greatly increasing the revenue.

Based on this, the temple master agreed to his adding a charity hall in the temple to shelter those children who were born into sorrow but had no power to resist.

Until Li Ji'an was thirty years old, all eighteen children in the charity hall were rescued by him personally.

Ten years apart...

Now the oldest child is already in his twenties and has become the executive in charge of the Disciplinary Hall.

After a moment, a group of Daoists respectfully kowtowed three times in the direction Li Ji'an pointed.

"Junior brother, you can come to us with any questions in the future."

"No one can bully you in the temple."

"We are all brothers from now on..."

...

"Junior brother... he's so awesome? Why?"

Xiao Qingyun stared dumbfounded at the scene, not even realizing that Houde Zhenren had already stood beside him at some point.

"Because his dad is, this!" Houde Zhenren raised his thumb.

"Ah, Dad... oh no, Master, you mean... his dad is even more... this than you?" Xiao Qingyun looked up in awe, his eyes full of envy as he looked at Li Ji'an.

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