To Seek Benevolence and Gain Benevolence

Seeing their reactions, Xu Ye asked:

"What, you know that person?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he froze.

Then, as though he had remembered something, he said in surprise:

"That old Daoist master? The one who was with Brother Shen back then?"

Shen Hui fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

Lu Huan had already grabbed the hem of Xu Ye's clothes, looking up at him as she repeatedly asked:

"Did Grandpa Mo really die? Brother Xu, did Grandpa Mo really die?"

Xu Ye sighed, and his voice softened somewhat.

"I never passed through Zhaoyang Commandery City myself; I only heard it from others. But the matter caused quite a stir, and word spread through several nearby commanderies and counties. I suppose... it should be true."

Hearing this, Lu Huan blankly let go of him and murmured:

"How could this happen..."

Shen Hui sighed as well.

Seeing them like this, Xu Ye hurriedly added:

"But I also heard that the refugees outside the city, grateful for that old Daoist master's great deeds, made a clay statue of him. After receiving incense offerings, he apparently merged with a peach tree and became the Peach God."

Lu Huan looked somewhat bewildered at that.

She rubbed her eyes, sniffled, and asked:

"Peach God... what does that mean?"

"It is something like a river goddess, except it resides within a peach tree."

Shen Hui explained, then fell into thought. "It could be considered a stroke of fortune. But whether it is a blessing or a curse, I do not know."

Xu Ye comforted them:

"In my view, it should be a good thing. I later heard that the peach tree became increasingly spiritual."

"Oh? How so?" Shen Hui pressed.

"Well... they say that peach tree can now not only send dreams