mtl008 Chapter 940 A Gift from an Immortal, a Rare Occurrence in the World
Chapter 940 A Gift from an Immortal, a Rare Occurrence in the World
The donkey, which was about to set off, suddenly stopped. The man on it looked at the kneeling crowd, and with a serious expression, dismounted again.
Approaching the old man and the large group of kneeling refugees, he sternly declared: "Stand up! All of you, stand up! As human beings, we may kneel before our parents, we may kneel before heaven and earth, we may strive for the well-being of all people, and we will not break our backs for bandits. No one is worthy of your kneeling, I am not worthy, and those high and mighty immortals are even less worthy! I am not special, and I do not wish to see this! Get up!!"
An unquestionable yet utterly disgusting voice, upright and solemn, resounding like muffled thunder in everyone's hearts, seemingly intent on eradicating all the world's vices and restoring a clear blue sky to the world.
Upon hearing this, the countless kneeling refugees looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't understand why an immortal wouldn't like others kneeling before him! This was completely different from what they knew.
When they looked up at Changqing, there was no sign of him anywhere.
The old man stood up first with a look of shame on his face. He knew that the immortal master was very different, but he was not a pedantic person. So he cupped his hands and bowed slightly, performing a greeting as an equal. Everyone followed suit.
"Thank you, Immortal Master!!"
"Thank you, Immortal Master!!"
"Thank you, Immortal Master!!"
The loud shouts resounded through the sky.
When he looked up, the young man appeared, his long black sleeves hanging down, his waist slightly bent, his hands pushed forward in return.
A simple, unassuming bow caused the sky to darken abruptly, and thunder to flash across the heavens. It was a compliment to breaking with convention, and like the hearts of the crowd, they were all shocked. Besides being flattered, they all had doubts. A return bow from an immortal was something that was rare to see in a hundred lifetimes, like a dream, unreal, and unbelievable.
Someone pinched themselves, the sharp pain unmistakable, a real and vivid image before their eyes. Tears welled up, blurring the figure of the young man in black. Only then did they realize that if there were immortals in this world, this must be it.
The caravan members were shaken. The young man bending over before them was so different; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him absurd.
"We've met by chance, all strangers in a foreign land. Farewell, everyone~~" Changqing shouted as he mounted the donkey, and the donkey led the way.
As the caravan gradually disappeared into the distance, the old man sighed and turned to look at the thousands of people. He had lost the will to live, but now he was like a blazing furnace, full of energy.
At this moment, a woman holding a child stepped forward and said, "Village chief, Han Zijin and Han Zisi, the brother and sister, have disappeared."
Everyone looked back, but indeed they couldn't find it.
The old man watched the caravan disappear into the distance, a smile playing on his lips: "Never mind them. Perhaps they have their own destiny. We should go and seek our own destiny too."
The old man called over a man and said, “Although we do not know the name of our benefactor, we can carve his appearance. After we settle down, we must enshrine him in a high place in the ancestral hall. The kindness of the immortal must be remembered by future generations.”
"I'll save you the trouble~" The honest man smiled, recalling Changqing's appearance in his mind to deepen the impression, not daring to forget it in the slightest.
Before the caravan, Sun Ming'en drove the carriage alongside Chang Qing: "Brother Ji is truly extraordinary. This is the first time I've ever seen someone who doesn't want others to kneel before him, let alone a deity. Are there really deities like Brother Ji in this world?"
"Oh? Brother Sun, do you perhaps think I'm a fake?" Changqing joked along.
"I'd rather it was just a dream. If it were real, it would be terrifying!" Sun Ming'en teased.
Chang Qing smiled, but a glint of malice flashed in his eyes: "Brother Sun doesn't seem afraid of immortals at all. Even the Grand Martial Grandmasters in your team can't maintain such composure."
It seemed like a joke, but it was actually a test.
As soon as he spoke, Sun Ming'en's body stiffened abruptly, but he quickly returned to normal, as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss. He chuckled and said, "Grandpa always said that a big belly can support the world, and a big heart can take you anywhere. I guess that's me!"
"Like this?" Before Changqing could test the waters, a horse suddenly neighed as it tightened its reins, and the procession stopped, drawing Changqing's attention and relieving Sun Ming'en from his predicament.
Two figures suddenly darted out from the bushes ahead. At first, he thought they were ambushing him, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the figures were small and quite familiar. Changqing couldn't help but sigh that they were truly a pair of sworn enemies.
The two little ones bowed to Changqing in a very proper manner: "Han Zijin and Han Zisi greet our benefactor."
"Okay, I got it. Hurry back~" Changqing said with a teasing smile, looking the two of them up and down.
Feeling Changqing's gaze, Han Zijin felt his face burning hot, probably as red as a monkey's bottom. He stammered, "Sir, you saved my sister's life. We want to serve our benefactor!"
Unexpectedly, Changqing shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that neither of you has spiritual roots and is unfit to be my servants. Besides, cultivators often go into seclusion for decades or even centuries, cultivating a pure and desireless mind, so there's absolutely no need for them to take in servants. I'm sorry to disappoint you two."
The light in Han Zijin's eyes gradually faded. Upon reflection, it was indeed the case. He seemed to have lost his spirit, and even his expression had become much gloomy.
“Since Brother Ji doesn’t want it, then I will accept it. I find this young man to be quite intelligent and loyal, and he may become a pillar of my caravan in the future,” Sun Ming’en said.
“Hey, Brother Sun, that’s not fair. I didn’t say I didn’t want it! Although we can’t take it up the mountain, we’ll be staying at the foot of the mountain for several years, and we’ll need someone there eventually.” Changqing was very concerned about the demonic seed in the child and wanted to see if there was a way to resolve it.
"Fine, fine, after you leave, I'll take him over. It'll save me the trouble of teaching him. No matter how you look at it, it's not a loss~" Sun Ming'en thought to himself.
Changqing pointed to Sun Mingen's carriage: "You two will live in there from now on!"
Sun Ming'en immediately looked somewhat bitter: "Brother Ji, this is a bit bullying."
The Han siblings also turned to look at Changqing, but he simply shrugged and showed no concern whatsoever.
“If you’re going to raise them, you should at least show some appreciation first. Building a good relationship might make them closer to you in the future. These two children are pitiful. You can’t be so heartless as to not even have this much kindness, can you?” After saying that, Changqing drove the donkey away, leaving the two pitiful siblings staring longingly at Sun Ming’en.
The other party immediately gave in: "Fine, fine, how about I be your coachman this once?!"
The caravan traveled for two or three days. Whenever Changqing encountered fleeing refugees, he would distribute fasting pills. The raw materials for making fasting pills were also used up in the several carts of medicinal herbs. Later, even everyone in Sun Ming'en's caravan could recite the formula for fasting pills. Three days later, a large gray stone city came into view from the horizon. It was magnificent, grand, and boundless, with an extraordinary atmosphere.
Changqing rubbed his eyes, looking curiously at Sun Ming'en, who was covered in children: "Is this the human town you were talking about? Are you sure it's not the location of the immortal sect, but a place where ordinary people live?"
Sun Ming'en, who was holding Han Zisi in his arms, raised his head and said, "It is indeed a major city for mortals. However, because many cultivators and mortals pass through here every year, the income is also very considerable. Zizhu Garden also specially sends cultivators to guard the domain gate. There are eight such cities in Zilin Garden, all of which are important passages for entering and leaving the Zilin Garden region, so the population is very large."