After the three of them landed, they walked straight to Zuo Lin'an.
“Young Master, the dungeon side has been cleaned up, but you still need to handle the Withered Leaves yourself.”
The Withered Leaves had been plucked by the old Daoist earlier. To stick them back on, Zuo Lin'an would definitely have to do it himself.
“I understand.”
Lin Xiaolei, who had just arrived, looked around. His eyes lit up when he saw the house not far away, and he ran to Zuo Lin'an's side.
“Brother An, where are Grandpa and I going to stay?”
Zuo Lin'an looked at Feng Xingyun.
So, was he the one who told him to call him “Brother An”?
Feng Xingyun looked completely calm, but he didn't say a word.
Zuo Lin'an didn't press the matter and instead pointed to the house behind him.
“Xingyun, take them to choose their rooms.”
However, the rooms were all empty; he still needed to buy some daily necessities for the two of them.
Only then did the old Daoist walk over.
“Mr. Yao, we...”
Zuo Lin'an raised his hand to interrupt him. “Yao Wenli was just the name I used when I opened the dungeon. My real name is Zuo Lin'an. You can call me Young Master, just like Feng Xingyun does.”
Lin Xiaolei quickly asked.
“Can I call you Brother An?”
Zuo Lin'an didn't really mind.
“Whatever you like.”
It was just a name. As long as they weren't being intentionally disrespectful, he didn't really care what they called him.
Just like this Old Heavenly Master; calling him Mr. Zuo was fine, and calling him by his direct name, Zuo Lin'an, was also fine.
Of course, names like Xiao Zuo or Xiao An were definitely out of the question.
After all, his age across two lifetimes combined was definitely older than this Old Heavenly Master.
The old Daoist looked around, took a close look at the house in front of them, and sighed.
“It seems we really can't leave.”
Zuo Lin'an looked at him.
“Master, you should just accept reality as soon as possible. Look at your grandson, isn't he doing just fine?”
The old Daoist turned around to look.
He found that Lin Xiaolei, who had been asking questions by Zuo Lin'an's side just a moment ago, had somehow run off to the side and was chatting and laughing with a strange young man.
This person was Xu Youyou.
“This paper crane feels pretty cool. Let me ride it too?”
Lin Xiaolei was also naturally sociable.
“No problem! Come on, just get right on. I'll ride the other one and take you flying in a bit.”
“Great, great, let me try.”
Seeing this, Zuo Lin'an sighed softly.
He had felt before that Lin Xiaolei's personality was somewhat similar to Xu Youyou's.
And indeed it was!
How long had it been?
Even two minutes?
They had already hit it off, and they seemed to be getting along quite well.
The old Daoist's mouth twitched at the sight.
“Young Master Zuo, this person is...”
Zuo Lin'an pointed in the direction of the next house over.
“He is my good brother, Xu Youyou. He's a dungeon boss just like me, and his dungeon is right next door.”
The old Daoist was a bit stunned and nodded slowly.
Other dungeon bosses, meaning specters.
So the area inside the white mist of the inner ring is the dungeon territory, and the space between the white mist of the outer ring and the inner ring is where the dungeon bosses live and move around?
And beyond the white mist of the outer ring lies the territory of other dungeon bosses?
Was the situation of this supernatural world that Feng Xingyun mentioned earlier actually true or false?
He said there were also cities of ordinary people here.
Could he have been tricking him?
“Alright then.”
The old Daoist had only just become a puppet, so it wasn't appropriate to ask too much right now. He would probably figure it all out in the future anyway.
Feng Xingyun walked over.
“Master, come with me to choose a room first.”
The old Daoist shook his head. “No need. Any room is the same.”
He casually pulled over a chair and sat down.
“Sigh!”
“I had already found a prime spot with great feng shui, planning to be buried there in a few years and bring some good fortune to that little brat Xiaolei. Who would have thought that in the end, I'd run into something like this?”
Zuo Lin'an was currently holding his phone, opening the system's mall to purchase some items. They were all necessities prepared for furnishing the rooms for the old Daoist and Lin Xiaolei.
After looking for a while, he realized that there were actually many pre-configured templates in the system's mall, so he didn't need to manually select items one by one at all.
Furthermore, the products in these templates could be added or removed.
Not bad, very convenient.
He hadn't paid much attention to it before.
After Zuo Lin'an placed the order, he specifically added a note for expedited delivery.
“Does Master still have any relatives or friends back there?”
The old Daoist thought about it carefully, then shook his head.
“None.”
“Those who were close to me are basically all dead. They either died of old age, were killed by ghosts, or accidentally died while fighting unorthodox sects.”
He looked over at Lin Xiaolei, who was flying around on a paper crane with Xu Youyou not far away.
“He is my only remaining relative...”
As for where Lin Xiaolei's parents were, the old Daoist didn't mention them.
But the meaning was also very obvious.
They must be dead too.
Otherwise, the old Daoist would definitely have grumbled about his son and daughter-in-law.
“I bought some things just now.”
Zuo Lin'an gave a brief overview of the items he had just ordered.
“Take a look and see if there's anything missing. After all, you'll be living here from now on.”
The old Daoist shook his head. “Nothing is missing, it's very complete. But the phones Xiaolei and I had earlier vanished. Could you get us two new ones?”
Only then did Zuo Lin'an remember about the phones.
“Sure, I'll buy two more phones.”
He didn't buy expensive phones either, just selecting models similar to the one he had bought for himself before.
As long as they got the job done.
The old Daoist leaned back in his chair.
“What is this world like?”
Zuo Lin'an didn't say much.
“When the phones arrive, you can look it up yourself. If you're in a hurry, Master, there's also a computer inside the house. You can go in and check right now.”
The old Daoist thought for a moment, then stood up and went inside.
Seeing this, Feng Xingyun followed him.
The computer and such weren't an issue, but Zuo Lin'an's rooms were basically never locked, so he still needed to remind them not to just wander in.
Of course, there were also many items in the house that were exclusively for specters.
For example, that battery required specter aura to charge.
The old Daoist had just arrived and knew nothing, so Feng Xingyun still needed to go in and help introduce things a bit.
Time passed quickly.
Before they knew it, several days had passed.
Over the past few days, the old Daoist and Lin Xiaolei had become much more familiar with them.
The old Daoist, who had been incredibly tense at first, had also relaxed by now.
When Zuo Lin'an got up and went outside today, he saw the old Daoist wearing loose casual clothes, sitting on a lounge chair he had moved under the eaves.
Beside him was a small wooden table with steaming hot tea, and next to it was a new phone.
The tea set, tea leaves, and this set of table and chairs were all things the old Daoist had asked Zuo Lin'an to buy.
“You're quite enjoying yourself.”
The old Daoist was indeed enjoying himself. This little life of his was simply wonderful.
Living here, he didn't have to worry about a thing.
Eating, drinking tea, relaxing, and playing on his phone every day—it was as comfortable as could be.
If he were still in his original world, given his status, position, and abilities, the higher-ups would have assigned him one mission after another long ago.
How could he ever have such a leisurely life?
Then again, ever since he set foot on the path of cultivation until now, he had lived like a beast of burden!
Even after putting on the purple robes, it was the same.
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