Mortal Seeking Immortal

The woman smiled and patted Ye Zhou's back softly and said, "Xiao Zhou, are you having another nightmare? What nonsense did you talk about so early in the morning? It's like you haven't seen your mother for a long time."

Ye Zhou spoke without thinking: "I haven't seen my mother for a long time. Ever since you and dad went..."

When Ye Zhou said this, he unconsciously stopped talking. What he wanted to say was that he had never seen his father and mother since their death.

Ye Zhou muttered in confusion: "Why did my father and mother pass away? Isn't my mother here well? Why do I have such strange thoughts in my mind?"

"I seem to have forgotten something? What is it?"

The more Ye Zhou recalled it, the more his head hurt. Except for the memory of being with his parents before, his mind was completely blank.

"Okay, get up quickly, it's time to be late for school."

Before Ye Zhou could think about it, the woman picked him up from the bed and started to put clothes on Ye Zhou. Ye Zhou felt embarrassed and pulled the quilt in front of him: "Mom, you can go out, I will do it by myself." wear clothes."

The woman smiled and said softly: "Xiaozhou has grown up and has learned to be shy. Okay, mother will go out and serve you porridge now, but you are not allowed to stay in bed again."

After saying that, the woman turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Ye Zhou didn't care about the memory that he wanted to forget. He picked up the clothes and put them on. As soon as he put on the sleeves, Ye Zhou looked at his little hands in concentration.

When did his hands get so small?

Strange, why do you think your hands have become smaller...shouldn't that be the case?

At this time, I heard my mother's shout from the yard: "Xiaozhou, are you dressed? Xiaohua is here to come to school with you!"

"Mom, I'm coming right now!"

Ye Zhou threw his clothes on randomly, opened the door and came to the yard. He saw Ye's mother smiling, holding a coarse porcelain bowl filled with white flour pancakes and boiled eggs in one hand, and Ye Zhou's cloth bag containing books in the other.

Seeing Ye Zhou come out, Ye's mother hung the cloth bag on Ye Zhou's shoulder and handed the coarse porcelain bowl in her hand over: "Xiao Zhou, Mom made your favorite white flour pancakes and eggs. Eat it quickly and go to school. Come on, I’ll give you a slap in the face if you’re late.”

Ye Zhou looked at the rough porcelain bowl that was handed to him and was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Ye Mu in disbelief. There was a trace of doubt in Ye Mu's eyes: "Xiao Zhou, what's wrong? But what's wrong with your body?"

Ye Zhou shook his head, lowered his eyes, took the coarse porcelain bowl from Ye's mother's hand, and chewed the white flour pancakes. The long-lost familiar taste filled Ye Zhou's entire mouth, and a sour feeling hit the tip of Ye Zhou's nose.

Mother Ye gently touched Ye Zhou's head: "Xiao Zhou, eat slowly, there is still something in the pot. This year is a good year. Our village has grown more food than we can finish. From now on, we will have white flour pancakes to eat every day."

Ye Zhou nodded repeatedly while chewing the white flour pancake. Seeing Ye Zhou's devouring energy, Ye's mother was afraid that Ye Zhou would choke, so she hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen to serve Ye Zhou porridge.

By the time she served the porridge, Ye Zhou had already finished the white flour pancakes and eggs like a whirlwind, and hurriedly ran towards Xiao Hua, who was waiting for him outside the courtyard.

Mother Ye saw Ye Zhou in the yard and they had already gone away. She smiled and said scolding: "This child..."

On the way to the school, Xiaohua shyly walked beside Ye Zhou while holding the bag slung over her shoulder, and did not dare to get too close to Ye Zhou.

After walking for a long time, neither of them said a word. Ye Zhou had an embarrassed expression on his face. He reached out and scratched the back of his head. After thinking for a while, he finally asked: "Xiaohua, your mother's illness has gotten better recently. ?”

Xiaohua nodded slightly and replied in a low voice like a mosquito: "A few days ago, a wandering doctor came to the village and prescribed medicine for my mother to take. My mother took a few days and most of her illnesses were cured. I don't think she can use it anymore." My mother's illness will be cured in a few days."

Ye Zhou paused slightly in his steps, turned his head and looked at Xiaohua doubtfully and asked, "You mean your mother's illness is about to be cured?"

Xiaohua nodded, turned her head and glanced at Ye Zhou curiously, but Ye Zhou fell silent and didn't speak again.

The two of them arrived at the school in a short time. Most of the children who came to listen to the class were already sitting in the school. Ye Zhou and the other two were located slightly in front. They put down the cloth bag and Ye Zhou took it out from the cloth bag, which made him feel extremely strange. "Three Character Classic", it seems that he has not touched this book for a long time.

In the school, the teacher was holding a scroll, shaking his head and teaching the children below to read: "In the beginning, human nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far apart..."

The children below chimed in and read along with their teacher, and the sound of reading aloud suddenly filled the schoolroom...

Ye Zhou held the "Three-Character Sutra" in his hand but had no intention of reciting it. He could not help but look out the window at an open space. The scene of village children exercising on horseback in the open space vaguely flashed through his mind, and his ears also echoed with the "Three Character Classic". The village chief leaned on crutches and said, 'If you want to enter the fairy gate and live a life of a fairy, you must exercise more.'

Ye Zhou frowned and muttered: "Enter the Immortal Sect and live the life of a god. The Immortal Sect is such a familiar name. I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Before Ye Zhou could think about it, he saw a dark shadow tremblingly appearing beside him. When Ye Zhou raised his head, he saw the gentleman holding a ruler and glaring at Ye Zhou with a serious face: "Ye Zhou, are you there? What are you thinking about? Why don’t you study with everyone?”

Ye Zhou's thoughts were interrupted by his husband. Before he could recover, he said unconsciously: "I'm thinking about entering the Immortal Sect."

Unexpectedly, when the gentleman heard the word 'Xianmen', his face turned livid with anger. He immediately slammed the ruler in his hand on the table: "It's really nonsense. I don't know what it means! You must know that only by obtaining a meritorious title can one Honor your ancestors, become a master, and bring glory to your parents’ faces!”

"The Immortal Gate is just a fiction in some idle books. There is no Immortal Gate in this world, and immortality is nonsense! You should read more carefully on weekdays and stop reading other miscellaneous books!"

"Stretch out your hand, I need to make sure you remember it well today! Lest you go astray!"

After saying that, the gentleman stroked his gray beard and raised the ruler, intending to teach Ye Zhou a lesson. Ye Zhou stretched out his hand to accept the punishment.

The ruler fell on the palm of Ye Zhou's hand like raindrops, making his palm numb and painful, but there was still a voice in Ye Zhou's heart that retorted. There are immortals in this world, and there are immortals who can soar into the clouds, ride on the mist, and call the wind and rain. .....

After finally getting to the end of school, Xiaohua packed up her textbooks early and waited for Ye Zhou to go home with her. When passing by the ancestral hall next to the school, several more pictures flashed through Ye Zhou's mind: villagers gathered around an immortal in black robes. Entering the ancestral hall, children in the village lined up to enter the ancestral hall to participate in the spiritual root awakening ceremony...

For a moment, Ye Zhou felt a huge pain in his head, as if something was about to pour out of his mind. Ye Zhou painfully covered his head that was about to explode.

At this time, a small hand gently pulled the corner of Ye Zhou's clothes. The pain in Ye Zhou's mind quickly disappeared. He opened his eyes and saw Xiao Hua looking at him with a worried look: "Ye Zhou, what are you doing?" What's wrong with you today?"

Ye Zhou shook his head and didn't want to say more, and walked towards home with Xiao Hua in tandem.