Playing Gods and Ghosts

How strange.

Could it be that my cultivation level is too low to see through this fellow Daoist's illusion?

Fang Zelin thought about this and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Is it because my skills are too low?

Fang Zelin pondered for a moment, then turned back to continue observing.

No matter how he looked around, he couldn't see anything that resembled a place for cultivation.

The platform here isn't particularly large.

A group of people stood here, and in no time the place was completely packed.

Fang Zelin looked around, but saw nothing unusual.

"I told you, there are no immortals in this world. Only you people would believe such rumors."

The Great Han had just been talking to Fang Zelin glanced at him, then sneered coldly.

With so many people here, the immortal is nowhere to be seen.

It seems that the story of the immortals is just a hoax.

Yan Hong'an said this, but a hint of disappointment was revealed in his eyes.

Actually, he wanted to meet this immortal so that he could question him face to face.

However, I've heard so many people say that you can see immortals on this Pine Mountain.

However, upon arriving at the top, he found nothing, which disappointed him.

"Miss, there seems to be no trace of that immortal."

The maidservant beside her looked around many times, but she couldn't see any place where immortals lived.

Wu Biling remained calm upon hearing this, considering how many people had come to Pine Mountain.

If simply arriving guaranteed an encounter with an immortal, then countless people would have already seen them.

Where would so many people come from? I've never even seen an immortal.

"That scholar."

Wu Biling herself had also gained nothing, and couldn't help but glance at Fang Zelin beside her.

After taking a closer look, he frowned slightly.

Judging from the scholar's appearance, he didn't seem like someone who could meet immortals.

"Miss, what should we do?"

The maid glanced around with some worry, wondering how she could meet the immortal so that he could cure her master's illness.

"Wait."

Wu Biling didn't hesitate at all, she just left behind one sentence.

All we can do now is wait.

This was something she had already planned out long ago.

This is the only option for now.

Upon hearing this, the maid nodded slightly and then instructed a servant to bring out the food box and take out the pastries inside.

"Miss, please have something to eat first!"

As she spoke, the maidservant brought the pastries to Wu Biling.

Wu Biling picked up a piece of pastry, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "Take out a box and give it to that scholar."

"Miss?"

The maid looked at her young mistress with some confusion.

That scholar doesn't look like an immortal at all, so why continue to be so polite?

"Send it over. No matter what, we've traveled together, so it's good to be polite. My Wu Household family doesn't need a little bit of pastry."

Wu Biling glared at her with almond-shaped eyes, her expression carrying a hint of authority.

They came from the same industry, which makes them different from others.

If she can't even spare a little bit of pastry, people will think that she, the daughter of the Wu Household, is so stingy.

The maid agreed.

I just asked the other person to come along, but now that we're up here, I'm pretending I don't know them. That's a bit much.

My young mistress thought of things much more thoroughly than I did.

Thinking of this, the maid immediately picked up a box of pastries and stood up, noticing that the scholar had a gourd hanging from his waist.

After thinking it over for a moment, I decided not to take the water pouch with me.

The other person probably already has water, so they don't need her to get it.

"Young master, this is a gift from my young lady. Please lead the way."

The maidservant approached with a food box, speaking in a pleasant tone.

After speaking softly, she handed over the food box with both hands.

Fang Zelin turned around and saw the maid delivering the food box, and was slightly taken aback.

Turning his head to look to the side, he saw Wu Biling looking at him.

"This young lady from the Wu Household truly excels in all manners."

Fang Zelin pondered for a moment, glanced at the food box in front of him, hesitated for a second, but still accepted it. "Please convey my thanks to your young lady."

"Alright, Qiao'er will certainly pass on the message."

The maidservant responded and turned to leave.

Fang Zelin glanced at the food box in front of him, then picked up a rock and sat down.

Unable to find the location of his fellow Daoist's cave abode for the time being, Fang Zelin was no longer in a hurry and decided to patiently observe the area.

If even he can't see through it, then this fellow Daoist must have a very high level of cultivation.

It would be a wonderful thing to get to know such a fellow Daoist.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin immediately became calm and composed.

He leisurely ate the pastries, occasionally sipping his wine, as if he were on a spring outing.

Those who came here with a purpose, however, are gradually becoming impatient.

By midday, someone finally couldn't hold on any longer and turned to descend the mountain.

Many people came up the mountain, but quite a few people came down one after another.

There were very few people sitting to the side like Fang Zelin.

Wu Biling sent a servant back to deliver the message on her way, while she herself stayed behind.

Judging from this, they seem to be planning to stay here any longer.

As evening approached, the setting sun gradually disappeared into the distance, and the rustling sound of the wind blew continuously from all around.

Fang Zelin looked in the direction of the setting sun and happened to see a flock of swallows flying slowly into the distance.

The scenery is stunning.

If the sun goes down a little further, it will be dark by then.

Only a few people remained, unable to contain themselves any longer, and began muttering as they headed down the mountain.

To Fang Zelin's surprise, Yan Hong'an actually stayed behind.

Previously, the other party had been talking about how great an immortal was, so why does he seem more patient than the others now?

Finally, after seeing that most of the people had left, the maid named Qiao'er couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hey, you sir, didn't you keep saying you didn't believe in immortals? Why are you so persistent?"

Yan Hong'an looked up and saw that the maid was speaking to him, so he immediately grinned.

"I don't believe in immortals, but this matter is being spread like wildfire throughout the city. I'm willing to be patient and wait and see who's really putting on this act."

If you can't see immortals, then you should at least be able to see people who pretend to be gods and ghosts.

This was Yan Hong'an's thought.

After Yan Hong'an finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Zelin beside him.

It's understandable that the young lady of the Wu Household would come here seeking immortality when her father is seriously ill; after all, desperation leads to desperate measures.

But why does this scholar also seem so persistent?