Chapter 31: What You Dare Not Think Is the Answer

Tong Zhihuan had an illusion growing in his mind.

He always felt that the person in front of him was not an Immortal.

How could an Immortal be poor and need a Blacksmith Shop to forge a sword for him?

In short, it was strange.

Tong Zhihuan then asked, “Mr. Chen, are you really an Immortal?”

Chen Changsheng saw him ask this and replied, “No.”

Tong Zhihuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, “The more you say that, the more I believe it.”

Chen Changsheng heard his words and couldn’t help but ask, “Then tell me, in what way do I seem like an Immortal?”

Tong Zhihuan sighed and said, “It’s because you don’t seem like one at all that it feels strange.”

Mr. Chen smiled and patted his head, saying, “It’s best to think I’m not. Also, my little skill is not enough to call me an Immortal.”

Tong Zhihuan sighed a little in his heart.

He didn’t understand what kind of person this Mr. Chen really was.

As they walked, Chen Changsheng suddenly stopped.

Tong Zhihuan paused and turned back to ask, “Why did you stop, Mr. Chen?”

Chen Changsheng looked into the distance.

The setting sun was almost dropping behind the mountains.

He vaguely felt something in his heart.

He was about to die again.

Chen Changsheng felt a bit helpless.

Before this, he had controlled his feelings to try not to feel too sad, but this time he was somehow unwilling.

But then he thought, this time he had lived for three days, which was much better than before.

Chen Changsheng came back to himself and looked at Tong Zhihuan, saying, “I might not be able to stay much longer. Young Master Tong, could you help me pick up the sword later?”

“Pick up the sword?” Tong Zhihuan thought for a moment but felt it was hard, saying, “But Mr. Chen…”

Chen Changsheng said, “If there’s not enough money, Young Master Tong could go to the City God Temple. After lighting three incense sticks, tell the Divine Statue that it’s me borrowing it.”

Tong Zhihuan was hesitant, but finally agreed.

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Chen Changsheng then reminded him, “Remember, after getting the sword, wrap it in cloth and don’t take it out. Or just give it directly to the Old City God and let him keep it for you.”

Tong Zhihuan took it seriously after hearing this and promised, “Don’t worry, Mr. Chen.”

Chen Changsheng nodded and felt relieved in his heart.

He started walking and continued forward.

Tong Zhihuan asked, “Are you leaving, Mr. Chen?”

“Yes, I have to leave.”

“Oh.”

Tong Zhihuan agreed and said nothing more.

He had many things he wanted to ask in his heart, but didn’t know how to say them.

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The two of them came to the side of the West Bridge.

Chen Changsheng stood at the bridge entrance and said to Tong Zhihuan, “Go back early. Our bond isn’t over yet. We’ll meet again.”

Tong Zhihuan opened his mouth slightly, but saw Mr. Chen wave his hand as if saying goodbye and walk onto the West Bridge.

“Mr. Chen!”

Tong Zhihuan called out.

“Hmm?”

Chen Changsheng turned back to look at him.

The words Tong Zhihuan meant to say didn’t come out, and in the end, he only said.

“Take care on your way, Mr. Chen.”

Chen Changsheng gave a warm smile, nodded, and kept walking.

In Tong Zhihuan’s sight, as Mr. Chen walked onto the bridge, his figure became faint and unreal.

The last bit of twilight in the sky faded away.

Chen Changsheng’s figure turned into grains of sand and vanished into the wind on the bridge.

Tong Zhihuan stared at this with wide eyes and felt stunned in his heart.

Standing under the bridge, he stayed dazed for a long time.

…

The sky grew completely dark.

The sound of insects in the mountains became louder in the night, and a layer of moonlight covered the Heaven and Earth.

Xuan Huang stood at the temple gate and looked at the black night.

He sighed in his heart.

Just as he thought, Mr. Chen probably wouldn’t be back for a long time.

Chang Shan came to the temple gate and asked, “Master, will the Great Master come back?”

Xuan Huang answered, “He will come back, but it will be a long time before that happens.”

“A long time?”

“Yes, about three years or so.”

“That long!”

Chang Shan was surprised and asked, “What did the Great Master go do?”

Xuan Huang reached out and patted Chang Shan’s head, smiling as he said, “People like the Great Master always have many things to do. They can’t stay on the mountain forever.”

Chang Shan opened his mouth; he was a bit sad in his heart, but hearing what his Master said made him think it was right.

The Great Master should be someone too busy to stop.

“Master.”

Chang Shan said, “Does the Great Master really know our Ancestral Master?”

“Yes.”

Xuan Huang said, “Also, even I am a successor to the Great Master.”

Chang Shan asked, “But…”

“You think he looks too young, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Xuan Huang smiled and said, “Sometimes what you see isn’t the truth.”

Chang Shan didn’t understand and looked at his Master.

But Xuan Huang didn’t explain more and turned to go back into the Taoist Temple.

Chang Shan stood alone at the temple gate, wondering about his Master’s words.

“If what you see isn’t always the truth? What does that mean?”

Chang Shan frowned, still unable to figure it out.

Or maybe, he didn’t dare to think it.

His gaze fell on the Peach Tree in the yard, and his gut told him that perhaps what he didn’t dare to think was the answer.

Chang Shan breathed out deeply and looked up at the bright moon overhead.

“Infinite Heavenly Lord.”

…

A clanging sound rang out in the Blacksmith Shop.

Sparks fell to the ground.

Niu Er the blacksmith hammered hard at the iron piece in front of him, then cooled it in water and put it back in the fire to heat.

He wiped away some sweat and glanced at the lock of hair nearby.

Niu Er picked up the hair and smiled as he said, “Putting hair into a sword? I’ve never seen such a thing…”

But soon, he noticed something wrong.

When the iron piece came out of the heat again, he tried to melt the hair into it.

But on the hot red iron, the lock of hair didn’t seem to burn at all.

“Huh?”

Niu Er widened his eyes; he rubbed them and thought it was unbelievable.

He used pliers to pick up the hair.

It looked exactly the same, no change at all.

“Is this hair?”

Niu Er felt shocked and tried again.

He started hammering, but no matter how hard he hit, he couldn’t push the hair into the iron.

Niu Er swallowed hard and mumbled, “This is really spooky!”

He thought this couldn’t be just hair at all.

What hair didn’t burn in fire and didn’t break under the hammer?

Over the next few days, he tried several more times, even skipping the iron piece and just burning the hair.

Once he heated it all day, and the hair came out of the fire looking exactly the same.

Niu Er felt helpless in the end and thought of a way.

“Why not just wrap it inside the iron piece? After all, you won’t be able to tell…”

So Niu Er first made a small iron box, put the hair inside, then hammered it to make the two pieces stick together.

The hair was now stuck in the middle of the sword body.