I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Chapter 264 Alas! I can no longer walk through the school gates as an ordinary student!

The reading room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The boy with glasses froze in his chair, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, as if he had been frozen in place.

His name is Zhao Ming, and he is a sophomore in the Physics Department.

My favorite thing to do is spend time in the library doing practice problems.

He was working on a problem involving the incorporation of spiritual energy variables into quantum mechanics, and he was getting dizzy from the calculations. He was about to lie down and rest for a while when...

Master Li stood before him.

He even patted him on the shoulder.

He also said, "Study hard."

Zhao Ming felt like his brain had completely shut down.

He wanted to say something, but his lips trembled for a long time before he could only utter a few words: "Greetings, Daoist Master..."

Seeing his nervous expression, Li Jun smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

In the reading room, everyone watched that figure as he walked through rows of bookshelves toward the door.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on him and bathing him in a soft golden hue.

That scene is something that everyone present will probably never forget for the rest of their lives.

Zhao Ming sat there, watching Li Jun's figure disappear through the reading room door, still completely dazed.

The students around immediately surrounded them.

"Holy crap! Zhao Ming! Master Li patted you on the shoulder!"

"What did he say? 'Study hard'? Just those three words?"

"Are you stupid?! Aren't those three words enough? Master Li said them himself!"

"Zhao Ming, you're set for life! From now on, when you go looking for a job, just write on your resume, 'I was patted on the shoulder and personally encouraged by Master Li,' and every company will be fighting over you!"

Zhao Ming finally came to his senses after hearing these words.

He looked down at his shoulder—the spot where Master Li had just patted him.

Then, he took a deep breath, picked up his pen, and continued working on the problem.

Study hard.

That's what Master Li said.

Then you must study hard.

……

When Li Jun walked out of the library, the old Taoist priest was standing at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the white building.

"Jun'er, did you used to read here?"

The old Taoist priest asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Li Jun nodded.

"Yeah, I used to come here to sit when I had nothing else to do."

The old Taoist priest glanced at the library again, then looked away.

Xiao Lingxi didn't care about the library; she was squatting by the steps, watching a snail crawl out of a flower bed.

"Master, what is this?"

She tilted her little face up and asked.

"snails."

"A snail? Why is it carrying its house around everywhere?"

Li Jun thought for a moment, but didn't know how to answer this childlike question.

Jin Hao chimed in from the side, "Because it's afraid someone will raid its base."

Xiao Lingxi tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded very seriously.

"Then Lingxi will have to carry a house on her back too."

Jin Hao: "...I was just kidding."

Xiao Lingxi ignored him and started looking around, seemingly searching for a suitable "house".

The old Taoist priest watched with a smile, without saying a word.

At this moment, the principal walked up from behind and respectfully spoke:

"Master, the leave of absence procedures have been completed. Is there anything else that needs to be arranged?"

Li Jun shook his head.

"No, thank you for your help, Principal."

The principal quickly waved his hand.

"No trouble at all, it's nothing."

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Master, how long do you plan to stay this time?"

Li Jun thought about it.

"Two or three days, I guess."

The principal nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The group continued walking on campus, passing tree-lined paths, teaching buildings, and an old canteen that had been around for many years.

Li Jun glanced at each spot, but simply watched quietly.

Those roads he had walked countless times, those steps he had sat on, those windows where he had eaten...

Everything is still there, everything is exactly the same as I remember.

But it seems like everything is different now.

"Brother Taoist, do you want to go check on the dormitory?" Jin Hao asked.

Li Jun shook his head.

"No."

His voice was calm, but Jin Hao could detect a hint of complexity beneath that calm.

Jin Hao didn't ask any more questions, but silently drove the car over.

As the car drove out of the school gate, Li Jun took one last look at the gatehouse through the car window.

The four large characters "Haihe University" on the gate tower gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

Same as when I came.

But Li Jun knew that he could never again walk into this school as an ordinary student, just like before.

He looked away, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

……

Jin Hao drove to a hotel near the school.

The hotel was small but very clean; it was a place the night watchman had arranged specifically for Li Jun.

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Jin Hao parked the car, picked up his suitcase, and led the way.

The old Taoist priest held Xiao Lingxi's hand and followed behind.

Little Lingxi looked around, finding everything new and interesting.

The elevator doors opened, and she was the first to rush in, tilting her head back to look curiously at the row of buttons.

"Master, what do these numbers mean?"

"Floor number".

"Can we press them all?"

"no."

Xiao Lingxi pouted, but quickly cheered up again.

Because the elevator has started to go up.

She stared wide-eyed at the numbers flashing above the elevator doors.

"Grandpa, that number is changing!"

"Yes, those are floors; we're going up."

"Why is it going up?"

"Because we're going to live upstairs."

"Why don't you live downstairs?"

The old Taoist priest was speechless after being asked the question. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he looked at Li Jun helplessly.

Li Jun's lips twitched. He squatted down and earnestly explained to Xiao Lingxi, "The view upstairs is even better."

Xiao Lingxi thought for a moment and nodded: "Oh."

Then she asked, "What is the scenery?"

Li Jun: "..."

Jin Hao, standing to the side, was trying so hard not to laugh that his face turned red.

……

The room is on the seventh floor. It's a suite with two rooms: an outer room is a small living room, and an inner room is a bedroom.

The old Taoist priest stayed in the inner room with Xiao Lingxi, while Li Jun stayed on the sofa bed in the outer room.

Jin Hao put down his suitcase, checked the room's facilities again to make sure everything was normal, and then walked up to Li Jun.

"Brother Taoist, what would you like to eat tonight? It's on me."

Li Jun thought for a moment and said, "Anything will do."

Jin Hao chuckled: "How can that be? You've come all this way, you have to eat something good."

He paused, glanced at Xiao Lingxi who was leaning against the window looking at the scenery, and lowered his voice, saying, "Besides, it's rare for Daoist Master and Lingxi to come out, so they should at least eat something good, right?"

Li Jun glanced at his master.

The old Taoist priest was sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup, watching with a smile as Xiao Lingxi hopped and skipped by the window.

That wrinkled face was full of kindness.

Li Jun withdrew his gaze and nodded.

"Okay, you can arrange it."

Jin Hao responded, took out his phone, and started making calls to reserve a table.

……

By evening, the rain had completely stopped.

A touch of orange-red sunset appeared on the horizon, painting the entire city in a warm hue.

Jin Hao drove Li Jun and his group to a time-honored restaurant.

The restaurant is small, hidden in a small alley, and its storefront is inconspicuous, but business is very good, with long queues outside.

Jin Hao had obviously made prior arrangements; as soon as he got out of the car, a middle-aged man came out to greet him.

"Mr. Jin, the private room is ready. This way, please."

The middle-aged man spoke as he led them inside.

After passing through the lobby, we went up to the second floor and entered a private room facing the street.

The private room was small but elegant, with a landscape painting on the wall, a pot of orchids on the windowsill, and a faint aroma of tea in the air.

The old Taoist priest sat down by the window and glanced outside.

Outside the window, the street scene was bustling, and the neon lights were already on, red, green, and blue, reflecting each other and illuminating the whole street.

Little Lingxi climbed onto the chair, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at the crowds and vehicles coming and going outside, her little face full of excitement.

"Grandpa, there are so many people!"

"Yes, so many people."

"What are they doing?"

Some are eating, some are shopping, and some are going home.

"Go home? Where is their home?"

"In those houses with the lights on."

Following the direction the old Taoist priest pointed, Xiao Lingxi saw rows of brightly lit high-rise buildings in the distance.

She looked at it for a long time, then turned her head and said seriously, "Grandpa, I think our Taoist temple is still the prettiest."

The old Taoist priest paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Yes, the Taoist temple is the most beautiful."

……

The food was served quickly.

The table was laden with fish, meat, vegetables, and several local specialties from the Haihe River region.

Jin Hao diligently served food to the old Taoist priest and peeled shrimp for Xiao Lingxi.

Little Lingxi ate with oil dripping from her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a little hamster.

The old Taoist priest ate slowly, but he tasted every dish and nodded as he ate.

"Not bad, the taste is good."

Upon hearing this, Jin Hao's smile widened even further.

"Master Dao, please eat more. This restaurant is a time-honored establishment in Haihe District, and it has been open for decades."

The old Taoist priest smiled and nodded, then picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks.

Li Jun sat beside him, eating slowly and saying little.

Jin Hao didn't care; he was already used to the Taoist's indifferent attitude.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Jin Hao put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, looked at Li Jun, and hesitated to speak.

Li Jun glanced at him.

"Speak your mind."