The Myth Returns: I Obtained the Bloodline of the Candle Dragon

Xiao Su, you will be discharged from the hospital today. Have your things been packed?

The older male nurse outside the door passed by and said hello to Su Lin.

It's all packed up. I've troubled Brother Song to take care of it for the past six months.

Su Lin closed the mystery novel and replied with a smile that he was very popular with the caregivers here. After all, he was considered the best in the hospital.

Many caregivers were very puzzled. They thought Su Lin was a normal person and couldn't understand how such a good young man who graduated from a prestigious school could end up in a mental hospital.

Su Lin always thought that he was not sick, even though he saw things that normal people could not see, more than once.

Now that more than half a year has passed, in order to prevent himself from becoming a real mental illness after delving into the inner world of his patients, he decided to be discharged from the hospital.

He thought it would be a troublesome thing, because it was difficult to determine whether a mental patient would recover.

But I didn't expect that the attending doctor was surprisingly easy to talk to. After he asked to be discharged from the hospital, the other party directly said that he was recovering well. If he didn't see that kind of hallucination again, he could be discharged from the hospital and have it done for him the next day. The discharge procedures were completed and the efficiency was extremely high.

Su Lin packed his belongings. He only had two sets of clothes, three books, a laptop, and a mobile phone. This was all his belongings.

After packing and putting it in his suitcase, he looked up and saw an old man wearing a hospital gown standing in front of him, silently. If it weren't for his extraordinary concentration, he might have been startled.

The old man has long white hair and a long beard. If he were not wearing a hospital gown and put on a Taoist priest's uniform, he might actually have a somewhat immortal temperament.

Grandpa Jun, if you are not cultivating immortality at the moment, what do you want to do with me?

Su Lin pretended to be confused and asked. Although this Four Seasons Mental Hospital is a rare social welfare hospital, the welfare is not as good as a single room. Naturally, he has roommates, and Grandpa Jun is one of them.

The real name of the old man in front of him is Li Jun. He belongs to the type of mental patient who is immersed in his own fantasy world. He always thinks that he is an immortal cultivator, and he is also the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. His surname is not Li but Jun, so everyone calls him Jun. Master Jun, Taoist Master Jun, Elder Jun.

On weekdays, he should be busy with 'cultivation and retreat' at this time. In fact, he is meditating on the bed and taking a nap. After all, Grandpa Jun always eats very full during lunch and gets sleepy easily.

When Su Lin was talking to Grandpa Jun, it was clear that he was well versed in the ways of this place. When dealing with mentally ill patients, one should not try to forcefully break the other person's world view, but should pretend to blend in, so that the conversation can go smoothly and there will be less trouble.

You kid, how many times have you said this, how can you be called a master like this? You are a close disciple of my master!

Grandpa Jun looked very dissatisfied and blew his beard. If he had a fly whisk in his hand, he might have taken a photo of it.

Yes, yes, Grandpa Jun taught you the right lesson.

Su Lin smiled and nodded repeatedly, but the title did not change. It was not that he felt ashamed to call the other party Master and introduce the other party's worldview of cultivating immortals, but that it was fun to observe Grandpa Jun's reaction.

They can be placed in the same ward, so naturally they are all patients with no aggressive tendencies. They get along very harmoniously, and sometimes trying to make trouble for each other can be considered a bit of fun in boring daily life.

Oh, evil disciple, evil disciple, that's all. Today you have to go down the mountain to practice. As a teacher, I won't teach you a lesson.

Grandpa Jun sighed and said, and as he spoke, he took out a plastic 'jade pendant' from his back, Get it, disciple. This is the treasure of the Four Seasons Temple. It can save your life at critical moments.

Su Lin took it carefully with a solemn expression, Thank you Master for giving me this valuable treasure. I am ashamed to receive it.

This so-called ‘treasure of the town’ was used by the caretaker to calm Grandpa Jun’s mood. Last time he got a box directly.

Of course, Su Lin would not tell the truth. To be honest, he felt that staying in a mental hospital was not torture. It was a kind of role-playing fun to cooperate with several roommates every day to get sick.

Master Nephew is going down the mountain? Then Master Nephew also has treasures to give away.

At this time, another voice sounded, and a figure stood upright on the bed next door. It was an old man who looked a little malnourished, with white beard and hair. He also had a long beard, but Su Lin knew that it was glued on by the patient.

This patient's name was Wang Lingbao, and he was a little more extreme than Grandpa Jun. Because of his name, the old man directly imagined himself to be Lingbao Tianzun, and even arranged his identity to be Su Lin's uncle.

It can only be said that the Four Seasons Mental Hospital has a system for assigning rooms. Patients who fantasize about cultivating immortals are assigned to the same room, so that they will have many topics in common.

Almost every day, Su Lin could hear Grandpa Jun and Lingbao Tianzun discussing the path of cultivating immortals. Not to mention, these two were seriously ill, but they were really good at discussing the Dao. Quoting from scriptures, the sentences and terms in Taoist classics use a set of terms.

Master, didn't you have lunch? You have to do it step by step. Your body won't be able to bear it.

Su Lin reminded him kindly.

This Lingbao Tianzun cultivator is really crazy. He is completely opposite to Grandpa Jun. Grandpa Jun is very good at cooking. He goes into seclusion (nap) after eating at noon every day. The old man Lingbao is different. He can eat less. Neither the caregiver nor the attending physician could persuade me to skip a meal.

Eh……

Mr. Lingbao waved his hand, Let's not talk about this. Junior nephew, please wait a moment and I will look for you.

After that, he lay down and writhed under the bed. After a while, he got up and took out a glass bead like the one on checkers.

Su Lin and his ward have a lot of debris, because the items that mental patients are allowed to possess are very limited. After all, hospitals have to consider safety issues, and patients are not allowed to possess things like glass beads that are prone to swallowing problems. Yes, it is obvious that Master Lingbao secretly hid this glass bead in the leisure area.

Su Lin took the glass bead cautiously, knowing that for Mr. Lingbao, this kind of contraband was probably a very valuable treasure. Thank you, uncle, for giving me this treasure. I will be more confident this time when I go down the mountain to experience it. .”

What? My Great Qin is dead?

impossible!

Hahahaha, let's play music and dance!

Where is Xu Fu? Where is it? Where is my elixir of immortality!?

...

Su Lin was pulling his suitcase in the corridor and met the last roommate in the ward. It was obvious that he was in the stage of illness.

I saw a slovenly middle-aged fat man yelling in the corridor. Several caregivers couldn't stop him. He shouted that he was going to chop Xu Fu into pieces.

This middle-aged fat man's name is Zhao Daqin. People in Su Lin's ward like to call this middle-aged fat man Fatty Zhao.

Su Lin didn't shout like that, not because of his excellent virtue of respecting his elders that restricted him, but because if he didn't call the other party His Majesty, Fatty Zhao could nag him all day long.

Compared with the 'real history of the Qin Dynasty' mentioned by this crazy fat man, Su Lin was more interested in the fantasy world of immortality cultivated by Grandpa Jun and Lingbao Tianzun.

Zhao Daqin is the only roommate of Su Lin who knows how he was admitted to the hospital. Grandpa Jun said that Zhao Daqin was engaging in fraud outside, and in the end he got too involved. After being caught by the Public Security Bureau, he was diagnosed as mentally ill, and he was not admitted to the hospital. There are no young ones, so I sent them here.

As for whether Zhao Daqin had ever successfully defrauded someone, Su Lin didn't know, but presumably no one would be fooled like this. After all, Fatty Zhao's deception methods were as funny as child's play.

Specifically, the content of the text message is probably like this, Hello, I am Qin Shihuang. I have been sleeping without death. Now I am resurrected. I can rule the world by resurrecting my 100,000 terracotta warriors and horses, so I now need a As long as you transfer 5,000 yuan to the XXXXX account and help me successfully restore the country, I will record you a great merit, and after you occupy the world, I will grant you a province and become a prince.

Su Lin wanted to say, how could someone still use this kind of trick to defraud people in this age? It can only be said that Fatty Zhao's mentality is indeed not normal.

In fact, it is said that because of the semi-funny nature of this text message, even if Fatty Zhao is not identified as mentally ill, he will not be convicted because it has not caused anyone any financial losses.

The key is that when this guy was questioned by the sheriff, he still firmly believed that he was Qin Shihuang. He made such a fuss that he had no choice but to send him here.

Aiqing, Aiqing, come and explain to them quickly, I'm not crazy, I want to go out, I will make you a marquis, no, a king!

Fatty Zhao saw Su Lin passing by and yelled at Su Lin, obviously hoping that his roommate would help him.

Su Lin put down the suitcase helplessly. Fatty Zhao was the kind of person who often caused trouble to the caregivers. Fortunately, although he was fond of making trouble, he did not attack or hurt others.

Su Lin gave the familiar caregivers a look, and they all moved away in unison. Su Lin stepped forward, performed the Qin etiquette taught to him by Fatty Zhao, and said with a respectful expression: Your Majesty, didn't I follow you before? Your Majesty, did you say that although Xu Fu's whereabouts are unknown when he goes to sea, the immortal has been invited, and Master Jun is refining the elixir for Your Majesty, why don't Your Majesty go back soon to see how good it is?

Fatty Zhao quickly got into the role and stopped shouting about beating Xu Fu. He became serious for a moment. Even though he was wearing hospital clothes, he actually felt a bit majestic. He held his hands and said: That's it, Aiqing. Let's go, I'll go back and see how the elixir of immortality goes, if it doesn't work, huh!

Su Lin didn't feel any embarrassment about the performance. He just raised his hand with a smile and said, Your Majesty, don't worry. Even if Master Jun is not good enough, there is still Lingbao Tianzun.

Apparently, Fatty Zhao was so coaxed that he stopped making trouble in the corridor and went back to the ward without the help of the caregiver.

As for what kind of mental war of words will break out in the ward in the future, Su Lin can't control it. Anyway, everyone is just quarreling and won't actually take action.

He was quite good at talking nonsense. Su Lin often heard Grandpa Jun say things like I remember back then, when I covered the sky with one hand and the stars were extinguished with just a thought... when he was angry.

Mr. Lingbao got even deeper into the drama. Every time the quarrel got heated, he would lie down under the bed and clamor for his Immortal Killing Sword Formation.

Fatty Zhao's bragging was more plain and simple, he just said, Do you really think that my Qin army's weapons are at a disadvantage? I just need to raise my arms and raise a hundred thousand terracotta warriors and horses...

Well, at first, Su Lin enjoyed listening to the verbal sparring between the three patients. Later, after listening to it too much, he felt that it was just a few routines. Later, every time the patients quarreled, he would sit by the window and read with a book. If During his free time during the day, he simply went out to find a secluded spot in the yard.

There is no need to think about these troublesome things in the future. He does not need to coax Grandpa Jun into thinking that he is the master of the Four Seasons Temple, nor does he need to cooperate with the performance of his 'Uncle' Lingbao Tianzun, nor does he need to pretend to be a minister to 'Qin Shihuang'.

Because he will be discharged from the hospital today.

Su Lin pulled his suitcase and walked through the wards. The patients he knew greeted him, the caregivers he knew well congratulated him, and several young nurses had a little disappointment in their eyes. Out of sight.

In this way, when he walked through the yard and reached the door of the hospital, he looked back at the ward where he had lived, and saw his roommates standing in front of the window.

Grandpa Jun made a strange pinching gesture with his hands, as if there was an invisible fly whisk inserted in his right hand. Old Master Lingbao was smiling, while Fatty Zhao was blocked behind the two of them, only missing his head, and nodded reservedly.

Su Lin smiled, waved at the door of the courtyard and shouted, Master, uncle, and your majesty, please be well!

This move made many passers-by outside the hospital gate look askance and stay away from Su Lin, thinking that the mental hospital failed to manage it properly and allowed Su Lin to run out.

The new book was released a little late, mainly because I was sick and hospitalized some time ago (not a mental hospital), and I will release it after I have adjusted my condition. It is a month late, so I would like to apologize to my book friends in advance.

Due to the need to rank recommendations and put them on the shelves, there won’t be too many new books published every day, but everyone should still trust Xiang’s updates. They will be updated once they are put on the shelves, so brothers can look forward to it.