Ling Yi replied to each of the text messages and then ignored them.
I opened the system and looked at Little Deng's biography; there were no Changes.
Clearly, Ling Yi's current status is too low to affect Little Deng's future.
However, it's only a matter of time.
May is the Meishan spring is at its most vibrant in Meishan.
Meishan is not valued for its height, but for its beauty; not for its ruggedness, but for its scenery.
Climbing Meishan at this time of year, it seems that every spot is a scenic view, making one linger.
Ling Yi and his group set off at 7 a. m., enjoying the scenery and taking photos along the way. They didn't reach the halfway point of Meishan until around 8:30 a. m. They estimated it would take another one or two hours to reach the summit.
However, Ling Yi's destination was not the mountaintop.
And it is this Meishan Daoist Temple located halfway up the mountain.
Ling Yi was stopped by two young men dressed in Daoist robes at the entrance of the Daoist temple.
Although the two were dressed in blue Daoist robes, they were not Daoist priests from a Daoist temple, but rather staff members of the scenic area—yes, the ones who collected entrance fees.
The tickets weren't expensive, but Ling Yi still felt very unhappy.
My expectations for this outcome have also decreased significantly.
Ling Yi didn't say anything, bought a ticket, and went inside.
The Daoist temple is very large and magnificent, and looks very ancient from the outside, but in many places it has been exposed to too much modern Aura.
For example, in this "office" right in front of us, several young Daoist priests are playing Honor of Kings on Computer.
Seeing this, Ling Yi's expectations dropped even further.
Ling Yi knocked directly on the office door.
The person who opened the door probably startled a few young people playing games, so their face wasn't very pleasant.
"Who are you looking for?" Hmm, that's quite a sharp tone!
This young Daoist priest had a long face, a fish-like mouth, narrow eyes, fly-like eyebrows, and a hooked nose with a mole.
It's not that Ling Yi being pretentious or judging people by their appearance, but with that look, isn't she worried about spoiling the tourists' experience?
I'm looking for your boss!
"What's up?" the man asked, glancing at Ling Yi from head to toe.
"You've got a pretty sharp tongue!" Ling Yi's mood worsened immediately.
The good mood I had been in all along the way was almost completely ruined at this moment.
Looking at this person's life, his name is Peng Xiao Hai, and he's not a bad person.
However, his personality is really not good; he often argues with people and has a terrible temper.
Perhaps because of his appearance, this person is extremely sensitive and has low self-esteem. If others look at him more than a few times, he thinks that they look down on him.
They might argue back, and if they encounter someone with an equally bad temper, a fight is definitely on the line.
The key point is that he can't beat them most of the time.
But to say that this person has any bad intentions, there really isn't.
They are always willing to lend a helping hand when someone needs it.
Every year, I also donate about 10,000 to 20,000 yuan to charities.
After reading about this person's life, Ling Yi's impression of Peng Xiao Hai improved considerably.
Although his personality isn't great, he's definitely not a bad person.
"Junior brother, speak properly, or the abbot will scold you again." At this moment, a slightly chubby, short young man walked over from behind and tugged at Peng Xiao Hai.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, my junior brother is clumsy and not good with words, please forgive him!" The chubby boy smiled, looking quite comical.
"Do you two wish to see our abbot?" the chubby boy asked again.
Ling Yi nodded. Although he had no expectations for the Daoist temple, since he was already there, he should at least pay a visit.
"Please follow me, both of you!" the chubby boy said, gesturing for Ling Yi to follow.
Why was this chubby guy so polite? Because he recognized Ling Yi, the fortune teller who was quite popular online.
Compared to Peng Xiao Hai, this chubby boy, despite his young age, is much more cunning.
Moreover, after learning Ling Yi's identity, she was able to perfectly control her expression; such composure is something most people couldn't do.
Ling Yi followed Peng Xiao Hai for a few steps, but suddenly uttered an "Hmm?" and stopped in place, his face full of confusion.
"What's wrong?" Shen Ling asked.
"It's nothing!" Ling Yi replied, continuing to follow the chubby boy forward.
Ling Yi was puzzled because the life stories of both Peng Xiao Hai and this chubby boy seemed to be constantly being updated.
Moreover, each refresh occurred at a crucial turning point in his life.
Especially Peng Xiao Hai.
However, this refresh is repeated.
Peng Xiao Hai will be 23 years old next year. He will be in a car accident and almost die. Although he survives, he will lose both legs and will be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
This was the result Ling Yi saw when he first read Peng Xiao Hai's biography.
But just now, when Ling Yi looked at Peng Xiao Hai's biography again, the car accident was gone, and his life story changed afterward.
Ling Yi initially believed that it was his appearance that changed Peng Xiao Hai's future.
After all, although this kid has a foul mouth, he's not a bad person.
Given his temperament, he'll most likely offer some advice.
But it didn't happen.
The reason the second update yielded a different result was that on the day of the car accident, the abbot of the Daoist temple detained Peng Xiao Hai for a day on the grounds that Peng had argued with someone again.
Just when Ling Yi thought it was a coincidence, Peng Xiao Hai's life story was updated once again.
This time, we've returned to the initial biographical data.
That is, his life story of a car accident, a broken leg, and being confined to a wheelchair.
If we consider the two life stories as A and B.
Over the next few minutes, Peng Xiao Hai's life story kept switching back and forth between A and B.
Option C is not available.
This is what truly puzzled Ling Yi.
If one can foresee the future, then the future is no longer fixed; every change in a key event will alter one's subsequent life trajectory.
For example, in Peng Xiao Hai's biography A, the abbot did not imprison Peng Xiao Hai, and Peng Xiao Hai's future biography is A1.
In the story of B's life, the abbot locked Peng Xiao Hai up on the day of the car accident, so Peng Xiao Hai's future life story is B1.
However, Peng Xiao Hai's life story has been updated to A level, so the future result should be A2 or An.
But in reality, no, it was still A1's future life story.
Similarly, after repeatedly scrolling through B's biography, the biography will be fixed at B1.
The butterfly effect is called the butterfly effect because the result of a butterfly flapping its wings is not fixed.
The same butterfly will produce different results depending on the number of times and the duration of its wing flapping.
Unless, of course, the abbot can always do the same thing at the exact same time and place.
Only in this way can the life stories of A and B be repeated endlessly.
It seems the abbot of this Daoist temple is quite something.
This raised Ling Yi's expectations, which had previously been lowered.
Ling Yi and Shen Ling followed the chubby Daoist priest towards the backyard.
We continued until we passed through the back gate of the Daoist temple and walked onto a narrow path leading straight to the back of the mountain.
Shen Ling couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the abbot of this Daoist temple here?"
"The abbot usually cultivates in the back mountains and rarely appears in the temple," the chubby boy explained.
"Then who takes care of things at the Daoist temple on a regular basis?"
"The temple is usually managed by us staff members. It no longer belongs to the abbot. Now it's just a tourist attraction, nothing more!" the chubby boy explained.
Doesn't a Daoist temple belong to its abbot?
"No, the abbot is just a figurehead, roughly equivalent to a civil servant."
Shen Ling was quite surprised; she hadn't expected there to be such a thing.
Ling Yi couldn't help but think of a video that had once gone viral online.
He was also the abbot of a Daoist temple. After traveling for a year, when he returned to his temple, he found that he needed an entrance fee to enter.
This matter caused quite a stir online for a while, but the final outcome remains unknown.
As for the outcome, well... we'll never know!
After walking for about half an hour, the three of them finally saw a simple Peasant School.
Yes, it's just Peasant School, an ordinary brick and tile house, and an ordinary red brick courtyard wall.
The gate was open, and the chubby boy led Ling Yi into the courtyard.
The yard is planted with vegetables, cucumbers, green beans and the like, covering most of the yard.
It looks like a Yingying.
On the steps of the main house sat an old man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing a gray-white Daoist robe, with gray hair.
Upon seeing the three chubby boys, the old Daoist priest stood up, his eyes narrowed, and he stared directly at Ling Yi.
" The Final Master..." the chubby boy called out.
"Hey, little fatty, don't call me that. I'm not your the Final Master!"
"However, I owe you a favor today. If you continue to persevere, I may be able to accept you Entry in three years."
"Really?" the chubby boy asked in surprise.
"You go back first. Oh, and tell Liang Song that I'm out of rice, have him bring some over!"
"Yes, the Final Master!"
After saying that, the chubby boy bowed to Ling Yi, turned around, and ran out.
After the chubby boy left, the old Daoist priest walked up to Ling Yi and exclaimed in amazement, "Incredible, truly incredible!"
"How is it so remarkable?" Ling Yi asked with a smile.
At the same time, Ling Yi was also reading about the old Daoist's life.
The old Zhao Wuji, and his Daoist name Cangyun.
He was an orphan from a young age and was adopted by his the Final Master, who was also the previous abbot of the Meishan Daoist Temple, who taught him Daoist School knowledge.
Zhao Wuji was intelligent from a young age and had an exceptional memory.
He was already well-versed in Daoist School classics at the age of twelve, and could observe qi and feng shui at the age of fifteen. By the age of thirty-six, he had surpassed his teachers.
After his the Final Master passed away, he inherited the Final Master mantle and carried on the Meishan Daoist Temple.
Twenty years ago, the Meishan Daoist Temple was listed as an intangible cultural heritage. Cangyun then left the temple and traveled around, during which time he caused quite a few big incidents.
What surprised Ling Yi the most was that this old Daoist priest from Cangyun actually knew Song Jiaming.
The two were quite familiar with each other.
Song Jiaming's ability to be promoted to the district office was largely due to the efforts of the old Cangyun priest Cangyun.
Of course, none of these things mattered to Ling Yi; what mattered were the two skills included in the system.
Basic Daoist Techniques, Advanced Qi Refining!
Is it just Basic Daoist Techniques? Judging from the old Daoist's biography, he seems quite powerful!
He can observe feng shui, understand qi (vital energy), predict good and bad fortune, and change a person's destiny.
Putting everything else aside, just the fact that it can change a person's fortune is incredibly impressive, but even so, it's only at the beginner level.
After thinking for a moment, Ling Yi directly spent 50 points of Shock Value to purchase this Basic Daoist Techniques.
With the purchase successful, a flood of memories rushed into Ling Yi's mind.
After receiving all this information, Ling Yi couldn't help but smile wryly.
No wonder the Daoist School tradition is so difficult to pass down; the sheer volume of knowledge contained in even these Basic Daoist Techniques is enough for an ordinary person to struggle to memorize in a lifetime.