Cultivating immortality is going against the grain

No matter how long the road is, it has an end. Before you know it, you will arrive at the familiar door with a wave of your treasure...

The dirty flag that says the restaurant is still waving in front of the door, but it feels like it's crumbling...

The door is closed, and the steps at the door are covered with green moss. It's obvious that they haven't set foot on them for a long time...

Hua Dabao's mind went blank. He walked towards the door uncontrollably. He walked to the door and stood there for an unknown amount of time. Finally, he pushed the door open uncontrollably and saw the scene in the yard. His Tears flowed down uncontrollably...

After sitting in the yard for a long time, Hui Dabao's mood gradually calmed down. Seeing that it was still early, he started to tidy up the yard. It was not until dark that the dry weeds in the yard were eradicated.

After returning to the house, he cleaned the dust in the bedroom. After finishing his work, he ate some dry food and went to bed to rest.

Lying on the bed, smelling the familiar smell in the house, Hui Dabao's nose began to feel sore again. He couldn't help but think of the past, whenever he went to bed to sleep, Lao Hui would always bring in a bowl of hot water and ask him to drink some water. Sleeping, but now he is the only one left in the whole yard...

I don’t know how long it took, Hui Dabao gradually fell into sleep. In the dream, Lao Hui came into the house with hot water and asked him to drink some hot water before going to sleep. Hui Dabao jumped up from the bed happily and hugged Lao Hui tightly without letting go...

The room gradually blended into the silent night, but Hui Dabao on the bed giggled from time to time in his sleep...

The next day, Hui Dabao was awakened by the chirping of birds. It turned out that the yard had not been occupied for a long time and had long become a paradise for birds to run wild. The eaves were filled with birds of various colors and the ground was full of fresh birds. Feces, although these uninvited guests soiled the newly cleaned yard again, but Hui Dabao was not worried because this yard needed some excitement...

After cleaning up the bird droppings, he waved his treasure and went out, heading towards Yueyang City.

When he came to the city, Hui Dabao specially found a shop and drank a bowl of white porridge unique to Yueyang Prefecture. He had been drinking this kind of white porridge since he was a child. After leaving Yueyang Prefecture, he had never had it again. Now that he is back, how can he Don’t drink until you’re full!

After eating three large bowls of white porridge, Hui Dabao went to the longevity store and bought some sacrificial items. He was going to burn some paper money for Lao Hui.

Hui Fangzhi's cemetery was buried in Yuetai Mountain. Yuetai Mountain is a geomantic treasure place and is usually where dignitaries are buried. Originally, Hui Dabao had no money to bury Lao Hui here. Thanks to Luo Mingming's mediation, Only then was Lao Hui buried here.

Arriving at Huimozhi's tomb, Hui Dabao found fresh tributes placed in front of the tomb, and was very confused: Who would pay homage to Lao Hui?

Could it be the cemetery caretaker?

No, there are still two jars of good wine here. It’s okay for the garden manager to burn some paper money, but these two jars of good wine are expensive. The garden manager is not a relative, so how can he spend so much!

Is there anyone else... By the way, Uncle Luo! It must be him!

Hui Dabao suddenly remembered Luo Mingming. You must know that Qingming Festival was just a few days ago, Luo Mingming must have come to pay homage to his good friend!

Thinking of Luo Mingming, Hui Dabao felt countless gratitude, and secretly planned to visit Luo Mingming in the next two days!

Put out cakes, three sticks of incense, burn paper money, and pour a jar of wine!

I waved my treasure and knelt in front of the tomb, unwilling to leave for a long time...

It wasn't until noon that Hui Dabao got up and went down the mountain. Yuetai Mountain is not high, but standing on the top of the mountain you can still see the beauty of Yueyangzhou. Hui Dabao went down the mountain while enjoying the thousands of scenery!

The ice and water in the moat has been lifted, and it looks like the weather is getting warmer... Hey, there is still so much snow in the Peach Blossom Garden halfway up the mountain. It's really half winter, half spring!

Hey, why is there an extra garden over there?

Hui Dabao was surprised to see a large garden at the foot of the mountain, and thought: This is probably another newly built garden by a wealthy family...

Hui Dabao shook his head and continued walking down the mountain. Suddenly, he stopped and murmured, "No, that's not the location of Longchang Academy... Wasn't Longchang Academy burned down by fire..."

With a wave of Dabao, he raised his head and looked around carefully, convinced that the garden was built at the original location of Longchang Academy...

Quicken your pace and head towards the garden.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he waved his treasure and arrived in front of a large door. On the door plaque were written the four characters "Longchang Academy"!

It’s really Longchang Academy!

Hui Dabao was very surprised. On the way, he kept wondering if a wealthy landowner had bought this place and built a new private mansion... Unexpectedly... it was the state government that rebuilt Longchang Academy!

The door is open, just wave your Dabao and go straight in!

Entering inside, Hui Dabao discovered that the building and garden inside were exactly the same as before!

Entering the spacious lobby, the lobby is filled with low square tables for classes, but there are no children and the sound of their reading at the moment...

It’s strange that since Longchang Academy has been rebuilt, why are there no students attending classes?

Hui Dabao felt more and more strange. After looking around, he walked towards the backyard.

When he came to the backyard, there were still those familiar houses, which were exactly the same as the ones that Dao Wen lived in before his death. He walked to the study with his big treasure and knocked softly. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the house. He carefully opened the door and walked around. Stepping inside, the room was no different from an ordinary study. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a plaque that read 'Bu Mingzhi's Former Residence'. 'Mingzhi' is the name of Wu Wen Dao!

However, Longchang Academy is a private school, why should the state capital be rebuilt? Then I thought about it, there were many children from wealthy families in Longchang Academy back then, so it was not difficult for them to fund the reconstruction of Longchang Academy!

Returning to Longchang Academy, he heard that he had been kind to him after all. He walked out of the door with his big treasure, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the study room!

Hui Dabao was about to stand up when suddenly, he vaguely felt a faint breath behind him. He was surprised. He turned around and saw an elegant man in his 30s, wearing yellow brocade, standing quietly in the corridor.

The man held a folding fan in his hand, his hair was neatly tied into a bun, and his temperament was gentle and elegant, like a scholar!

Could it be that he is now a scholar at Longchang Academy?

At this time, the scholar said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Hui Dabao said quickly, "Hello, big brother... I didn't mean to barge in. I was a student of Longchang Academy, and I just happened to pass by here today... I wanted to pay my respects to Bufuzi... please forgive me!"

The scholar showed a curious expression and said, "You are Teacher Bu's student...why have I never seen you here?"

Hui Dabao said, "I... I went on a long trip before... I just came back recently..."

"I see…"

The scholar seemed to believe him, with a faint smile on his face and said, "Don't be nervous...I'm not from Longchang Academy either!"

Hui Dabao said in surprise, "You are not a teacher at the academy..."

The scholar shook his head and said, "Bufuzi was also my teacher. I came here specifically to commemorate him today..."

Hui Dabao was a little confused, because the scholar looked to be in his thirties, but he had only been in Yueyang Prefecture for more than ten years and had taught many students. However, according to age, his oldest student should not be more than 30 years old. Ah, could it be that the scholar in front of me started studying late?