"The food is cold." The old man pointed to a table.
Before I knew it, dinner was delivered.
It was already dark even outside, and the sounds of geckos could be heard quietly all around.
"After dinner, let's go see Mr. Huang Cong."
Yun Kong sat down to eat obediently, and the old man started chatting with him again.
He talked about Mr. Huang Cong, his tone full of respect.
He said that he had known Mr. Huang Cong since he was a child, but Mr. Huang Cong's appearance had not aged at all.
He also said that the woman he welcomed out today was the wife of Mr. Huang Cong. He didn’t know how many wives he had. Everyone died of old age, but Mr. Huang Cong was still in his prime, so he married again.
"Does Mr. Huang Cong have any children?" Yun Kong asked curiously.
"To practice Taoism, one must abstain from sexual desire. All the children of Mr. Huang Cong's first wife have died of old age. After that, he gave up sexual desire and had no more children."
If you want to abstain from sex, why do you want to marry a wife?
Yunkong didn't ask.
He asked him a more curious question: "How did Mr. Huang Cong achieve enlightenment and become an immortal?"
As if he had practiced it many times, the old man answered quickly: "Of course I have been practicing for many years, and I have already reached perfection..." He talked a lot, thinking that he was often asked the same question.
"But," Yun Kong interrupted him, "Why do people who have attained the Dao often wish to die?"
The old man was stunned dumbly, and just as he was thinking of a way to answer, Yun Kong asked again: "You can actually get the method of immortality, why don't you know the way to death?"
"This Taoist priest," the old man blushed angrily, "you are so disrespectful!"
"I'm sorry," Yun Kong hurriedly stood up and bowed, "I have a superficial way and a shallow cultivation, so I ask this question."
The old man calmed down his anger a little and said unhappily: "I don't blame you, after all, you are not very good."
"You haven't asked the old gentleman his name yet?"
"I'm not a Taoist priest," the old man said, "but I've known Mr. Huang Cong for decades, and I know more than you, a young man."
"There are immortals and good teachers around me. Why don't you learn Taoism from me?"
"Mr. Huang Cong said that I have poor qualifications."
"Does Mr. Huang Cong have any disciples?"
The old man shook his head: "I've never heard of it. Those who came to be apprentices were also chased away."
The doubts in Yun Kong's heart were so heavy that they almost overflowed.
This Mr. Huang Cong, this immortal, is full of contradictions.
He was immortal, but committed suicide repeatedly.
He has a superb practice, but he does not pass it on to his disciples.
He keeps marrying wives, but practices renunciation.
As soon as dinner was finished, Yun Kong followed the old man through the hall and went to Mr. Huang Cong's room.
On the way, Yun Kong slowly opened the breather on his body.
He knew that the old man had no moral knowledge and would not know what Yun Kong was doing.
When he saw Mr. Huang Cong, Yun Kong was not surprised at all. Instead, he felt relieved because he was sure of his guess.
Mr. Huang Cong was indeed the floating corpse.
His nose fell off due to soaking in water for too long, and a clean cloth was tightly wrapped around his face.
He changed into clean clothes, but there was still a fishy smell. It was obvious that he had not cleaned his body yet, probably because he was worried that the skin on his body would fall off if rubbed.
Yun Kong couldn't feel the slightest bit of extraordinary energy in this person.
"No different from ordinary people..." Yun Kong muttered in his heart. Moreover, it was obvious that Mr. Huang Cong did not realize that Yun Kong was feeling his anger.
Mr. Huang Cong gave Yunkong a lonely look and motioned for him to sit down.
He felt a little bored.
"Always bring people to see me." He thought.
It is true that the old man admires him very much, but he often brings some Taoists to see Mr. Huang Cong to let them see this "immortal".
He was bored to death.
He watched the old man transform from a child with a runny nose to an old man on the verge of death.
He endured the discomfort all over his body, moved his body slowly, and spoke carefully in a toneless voice, for fear that the skin on his body that had been soaked in water for too long would fall off.
"I have limited mobility and the reception was inappropriate. Please forgive me..." He was very polite.
"The poor Taoist usually spends the night in a ruined temple or a stable, but today he is treated as a good person." Yun Kong was telling the truth.
Mr. Huang Cong asked politely: "May I ask for your ID?"
"The clouds are empty."
Mr. Huang Cong's face twitched, and the cloth covering his face trembled slightly.
"Yunkong...but there is a sign on a white cloth that says 'divination and fortune telling - strange and complicated diseases'?"
"Yes." After Mr. Huang Cong was helped up from the water, when he passed by Yun Kong, he opened his eyes and looked at him. I believe he also saw the white cloth move in his hand.
So Yun Kong is not surprised.
"Is your family name Chen?"
"Yes..." Yun Kong replied in confusion.
"Is your father a woodcutter?"
Yun Kong looked at Mr. Huang Cong's eyes in surprise and saw some cloudy pupils: "Yes..."
The old man on the side was very proud, thinking that he would know if the immortal took action.
But Mr. Huang Cong kicked the old man out.
The old man was very frightened and wondered why the immortal drove him away.
But he was very obedient and resigned obediently.
"Mr. Yunkong!" Mr. Huang Cong stood up in a panic, holding Yunkong's hands tightly, his eyes full of pleading.
Yun Kong was at a loss for a moment. No one had ever called him "Sir" before. This was a name worthy of a highly respected person.
"I'm so scared!" Yun Kong said hurriedly, "Sir, why would you..."
"Only you can save me!"
"What...?" This sudden move made Yunkong confused about the situation for a moment.
"Only you! I know..." Mr. Huang Cong was so excited that the white cloth came loose on his face, revealing his pale and swollen skin, "Wu Sheng said it!"
Yun Kong's eyes suddenly shone with light.
"No life?" Suddenly there was a burst of ecstasy in my heart.
Yun Kong wanted to find Wu Sheng.
The most confusing figure among these four strange people, almost no one knows his true identity, but the person in front of him has actually heard him speak.
What did Wu Sheng say?
Five years ago, when Yun Kong was almost sucked out of his essence by Gao Lu, it was Wu Sheng's five disciples who rescued him at the critical moment.
Then Yun Kong accidentally broke into the ancient temple and encountered a large group of monsters, and Wu Sheng's five disciples came to rescue them.
He did not remember what actually happened, but Chichengzi told him that the five disciples said at that time: Wu Sheng was looking for him.
I'm looking for him because of his past life.
Many, many disturbances seemed to be directed at his previous life.
What is this disgusting past life? He wanted to find Wu Sheng to find out.
"Wu Sheng..." Yun Qingkong calmed down and did not let himself show a trace of his thoughts, "What did you say about me?"
Mr. Huang Cong's eyes flashed guiltily: "He said..."
"Might as well speak up."
"Yes." Huang Cong said this word to himself, as if to tell himself to make up his mind.
Yun Kong waited for him to say.
"I have been living in panic, afraid of being found by Wu Sheng..."
"What are you afraid of?"
"He said that the next time he sees me, he wants me to live longer..."
Mr. Huang Cong licked his lips.
"He told me that if you want to die, you have to find a Taoist named Yun Kong. He is a god who came to the world. His common surname is Chen, and his father is..."
"Wait, I'm sorry to interrupt you," Yun Kong interrupted quickly, "When did you meet Wu Sheng?"
"...I remember that year, Wang Mang usurped the throne."
"Are you from the Han Dynasty?" Yun Kong asked in surprise.
"Yes, I am from the Han Dynasty." When Mr. Huang Cong was asked this question, he felt strange. He thought Yun Kong was the same person as him.
Of course Yun Kong was surprised.
He had met the people of the Qin Dynasty even longer ago, but they lived in Xiushui Stream where time and space were reversed. One day there was two months in the human world, so it was not a miracle that they survived to the present day.
But the person in front of me has lived for a thousand years!
Judging from what he meant, Wu Sheng might have lived longer than him!
Yun Kong never believed that human life could be so long.
He felt extremely excited, his whole face suddenly became numb, his head was hot and muddy, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Millennium people!
Either this person is lying without blinking an eye, or he is a lunatic, otherwise, everything he says is true!
"I don't know Wu Sheng." Yun Kong wanted to confess to him, but he didn't. He wanted to know more.
"Since you can live forever, why bother asking for death so often?"
"Mr. Yunkong," Mr. Huang Cong frowned and said in a pleading voice, "You may live for thousands of years and be happy, but the longer I live, the more miserable I become."
He wanted to sigh, but he seemed to be unable to even sigh. He just lowered his head and said: "I watched the people I knew die one by one, my wife couldn't grow old together, and my children saw me younger than them, leaving the world one by one... I am very sad." Loneliness, the longer you live, the more you want to die."
