Although it is said that there were many monks from the Li family, generally speaking, they were a bit out of tune with the atmosphere of that era where everyone was yearning for immortals and asking questions.

They are more yearning to make contributions in the mundane world, rather than some illusory Taoism and immortality.

When Ling Buyan came to Li's house, Li Fuyue's family hesitated, but at this time, they only had one choice left.

After so many years, Ling Buyi still remembers clearly that it was already spring, but the light snow in Xihou City still did not stop.

Led by the Li family, Ling Buzhi walked through overlapping corridors and alleys to the outside of his house.

"Daozhang, this is here." The servant who often followed Li Fuyue hesitated and said.

——People in the world always like to refer to monks as "Taoist".

When Ling Buzhi used to be in the cultivation world, he always used the Dao name "Chuxuan", but he didn't know when, people didn't even call him "Xianzun" anymore, but called him "Xianzu".

This is unique in the entire cultivation world.

Ling couldn't help but pause, and nodded with a smile to accept this special title.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.

Ling Buyi has been in the endless purgatory for too many years, although recently he can see Li Fuyue's life together with the gaze of heaven, but when he really returns to this world, everything around Ling Buyi It is still a little novel and strange to say.

For example, the "squeak" sound when pushing the door at this moment, and the rough touch of his fingertips from the wood grain.

After leaving this world for too long, everything here has become different for Ling Buyi.

In the next moment, a scent of medicine rushed to his face.

Li Fuyue has been bedridden for many days, he is half asleep and half awake, hanging on these decoctions every day.

And while smelling this bitter fragrance, Ling Buyan finally looked down and saw Li Fuyue lying on the bed not far away.

At that time Li Fuyue was still a teenager.

He lay there quietly, covered with a light blue quilt. Although Li Fuyue's spirit was not very good when he was ill, his face and lips were pale, but his expression didn't mean to be sluggish at all.

Li Fuyue was quiet, as if she was asleep.

"Li Fuyue..." Ling Buyi softly called Li Fuyue's name.

And at this moment, Li Fuyue, who had been sleeping all this time, opened her eyes slowly, and looked towards where Ling Buyan was.

He is still ill and looks a little confused.

Seeing this, Ling Buyan couldn't help walking over slowly, and then sat by the hospital bed.

Ling did not tire to know that what Li Fuyue was suffering from was not an ordinary illness, he was groggy during the illness, and when he recovered from the illness, he would forget most of what happened during this period of time.

So while sitting on the edge of the bed, Ling Buyan paused, and then said to Li Fuyue: "My name is Ling Buyan."

He himself hadn't heard the name "Lingbuyan" for many years.

Even because of respecting the mausoleum, the monks have long stopped calling these three words. So in the current comprehension world, no one remembers the name of "Chuxuan Immortal Ancestor".

"Lingbuyi?" The young man lying on the hospital bed called out these three words in a daze.

At this time, he still doesn't know how important this name will be to him in the future.

…

Li Fuyue's illness was caused by the way of heaven, even Ling Buyi could not easily cure Li Fuyue.

Ling Buzhi came this time, at most, he could channel the aura stagnated in Li Fuyue's spiritual veins, so that he would no longer feel as uncomfortable as before, but this is already very rare for him.

A few days passed, Li Fuyue's condition improved slightly.

At this time, he had been lying on the hospital bed for a long time, and his condition was so bad that it frightened his family. Therefore, although Li Fuyue is still some distance away from being fully recovered, after seeing the changes in him, the Li family still regards Lingbuyi as a god.

Naturally, Ling Buyan didn't ask the Li family for vulgar things after he cured Li Fuyue like the others. He just stayed in the study with great interest, looking at the books Li Fuyue read and the pictures he drew.

Like most monks back then, Ling Buyi came from a family of comprehension. And although the Cultivation Family and Li Fuyue's Mortal World Family look similar, they are completely different from elementary school.

At that time in the endless purgatory, Ling Buyan had read many books following Li Fuyue's perspective. But today, he finally sat here, patiently reading all the things Li Fuyue had read in the past.

Among them are books about the mountains and rivers of the human world, and even some novels based on stories.

It's interesting to say that after living for so many years, I never tire of the ancestral mausoleum of Immortal Chuxuan, and it's the first time I discovered that these things in the mortal world are so interesting.

At that time, Ling spent half a day preparing elixir for Li Fuyue to channel his spiritual energy, and half a day sitting alone reading a book.

When he was in Endless Purgatory back then, Ling Buyan thought that if he left there one day, his heart would be full of hatred. But things didn't develop as he originally imagined.

For so many years, Ling Buyan's heart has never been so peaceful.

As time passed day by day, Li Fuyue's condition improved a lot. And the snow in the city behind the stream for a long time finally stopped.

In the early morning, the sound of water dripping from the eaves came to Ling Buyan's ears.

It turned out that before we knew it, winter had completely passed.

Seeing the person lying on the hospital bed, Ling Buyi's mood was a bit complicated. He knew that the time he could stay in Xihou City was not long.

As a monk, what Ling Buyan lacked most was time. But the time in endless purgatory made Ling Buyan cherish this free life all the more.

Just when Ling couldn't tire of recalling these days, Li Fuyue woke up again.

"Mr. Ling, what are you looking at?" Although Li Fuyue's consciousness is still not clear these days, he somehow knows that this monk who has been by his side is called "Mr. Ling".

Ling didn't tire of smiling, he shook his head and said, "You're almost cured."

Li Fuyue was still in a half-dream and half-awake state, at first she didn't understand what Ling Buyi meant. He blinked lightly at Ling, and then unexpectedly asked: "Then after I recover, will Mr. Ling still be here?"

Ling Buyi did not expect that Li Fuyue would ask herself this question.

He slowly sat on a chair beside him, shook his head towards Li Fuyue and said: "No, after you recover, I should go back to where I want to go."

Li Fuyue's expression was a little lonely, he said: "I haven't thanked sir properly yet."

Hearing Li Fuyue's words, Ling Buyi laughed: "Why are you talking about thanking you or not? In fact, even if I don't come here, you will pass this test by yourself."

What Ling did not tire of telling was the truth, Li Fuyue had the same spiritual root as himself, even if they did not cultivate, they would not die so easily.

Her own appearance, at most, pushed Li Fuyue slightly.

Although Ling Buyan stayed in Li's house for a while, he and Li Fuyue didn't talk too much. The two chatted for a few words, and the room gradually became quiet. And at this moment, Ling Buyan suddenly saw something sprouting on the flower stand by the window not far away.

At this time, Li Fuyue fell into a deep sleep again.

Ling didn't tire of thinking for a while, put down the scroll in his hand, and walked towards the flower stand.

At this time, winter has passed, and warm sunlight shines into the house through the thin cracks, just illuminating the things on the flower stand.

"…this is?"

The plant on the flower stand, which had withered for a winter, unexpectedly showed a little new green.

Maybe it's because of the recent period of time, when I was used to seeing the vast and pure whiteness in the city behind the stream, when I suddenly saw a touch of greenery, Ling felt a little surprised and pleasantly surprised.

Ling Buyi asked this question on his own just now, and the next second he recognized the thing on the flower stand in front of him.

— A small unknown orchid.

At that time, Ling Buyan didn't know as much about the mortal world as he did later. He only recognized that it was an orchid in front of him, but he didn't know what kind of orchid it was.

However, Ling did not tire of guessing, and this was probably not a special type.

Before the beginning of the last long winter, a seed was buried in the soil, where it waited for a long time, and finally germinated when the first spring breeze blew.

…

In the past, the immortal ancestor Chuxuan would never have cared about such a small creature, and he didn't even care much about the cultivation world.

But ever since he discovered this orchid, before leaving Xihoucheng, Ling Buyan always liked to look at that orchid while guarding Li Fuyue.

It didn't take long for its long leaves to hang down from the flowerpot.

Just when Li Fuyue's "illness" was about to recover and Li's family was already in the storm, Ling Buyan finally wanted to leave.

His strength can only sustain him for so long.

On that day, there was a rare wind in the city behind the stream, and the clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, leaving only the empty blue.

The wind blew through the branches and eaves, and slipped in along the cracks in the windows.

That orchid was swaying in the wind. It was the first touch of greenness in the world, and it was also a blue green that could not be blown no matter how the wind blows.

Wind, orchid.

Ling Buti, who has always regarded all creatures as weak, unexpectedly saw the thing called "life force" from this small orchid.

Before leaving Li's house, Ling Buyi couldn't help but take a deep look at the flower, and then at the young man.

At this time, although Li Fuyue was still in the Li family, but he had not yet cultivated, he was still an extremely ordinary mortal. But Ling Buyi, who knows what Tiandao is going to do, can already see Li Fuyue's future life.

He knew that Li Fuyue's future was not destined to be peaceful, and even doomed to be difficult.

If possible, he hoped that Li Fuyue could be like this orchid, blooming in the wind forever like today.

…

Thousands of years later, Ling Buyi exchanged that person from the endless purgatory with a broken soul, a half-body cultivation base, and a fairy bone.

Just when Li Fuyue, who had been sleeping for thousands of years, woke up again, he was no longer the illusory, difficult and lonely "Fuyue", but an orchid by the window of Li's house in the city behind Xixi.