Chapter One: Mom, how did you become an actress

Regarding this outcome, Lu Bing was not overly concerned. He was not only somewhat excited because he had unexpectedly experienced a time travel akin to that depicted in melodramatic television dramas, but he also encountered individuals in ancient times who bore a striking resemblance to his deceased parents. Moreover, he himself was also named Lu Bing, and even his parents' names were the same. This was truly astonishing

Lu Bing was stunned. First, he saw his mother, and now he even saw his father, Lu Song, who was also dressed in ancient attire. Could it be that he had already died and arrived in the underworld? However, this was no longer important; what mattered was that he could finally reunite with his family. It turned out that the underworld was not as terrifying as the legends suggested. There were no ox-headed or horse-faced beings, no King Yan or little ghosts, only his parents and a young girl with a delicate appearance standing behind his father. From what his mother had just called her, she should be Xiao Rui. But again, this was not important; what mattered was that he could finally reunite with his family. It turned out that the underworld was not as terrifying as the legends suggested. There were no ox-headed or horse-faced beings, no King Yan or little ghosts, only his parents and a young girl with a delicate appearance standing behind his father. From what his mother had just called her, she should be Xiao Rui. Yes, indeed, it turned out that he was not in hell but in heaven.

There are indeed too many things that are hard to understand, so Lu Bing decided to stop thinking about them for the time being. Since he was already here, he would make the best of it; after all, it was the same wherever he stayed. Before his time travel, Lu Bing had no parents and relied solely on his indifferent uncle for support. However, that money was not his uncle's own, but rather an inheritance left by his parents. His uncle, under the pretext of helping Lu Bing manage it, took over Lu Bing's guardianship and simultaneously swallowed that substantial inheritance.

Lu Bing was feeling quite pleased with himself, thinking he had scared off the old Taoist. He was trying hard to suppress his laughter, but soon he could no longer hold it in; his mouth formed an 'O' shape, for he too had seen that face. Could it be that in pretending to be mysterious, he had truly summoned that thing?

"Do not speak nonsense," Lu Song reprimanded, yet there was a hint of heartache in his gaze as he sighed and left.

Things are different now; Xiaorui has grown so beautiful that without any makeup, she resembles a water lily emerging from the water. In the past, she would have undoubtedly been the school beauty in high school. With such a stunning beauty attending to him every day, Lu Bing has no desire to get out of bed.

Lu Song, with a puzzled expression, muttered to himself: "Dad? What does hetushucom.com mean?" He then looked at his wife, who hurriedly said: "Sir, the child just woke up and mentioned something about actors; I don't know what it means. You don't think he might have choked on water and become silly, do you?" As she spoke, Lu Bing's mother shed tears again

Thus, Lu Bing concluded that this person was a swindler, and he planned to wait until Lu Song left to thoroughly mock this foul Taoist. Of course, there was another reason: Lu Bing liked this place, and he feared that if the Taoist were to accidentally stumble upon something fortunate, he might end up being taken back, which would be disastrous.

Niang? Lu Bingxin was filled with doubt. His mother had died in a car accident with his father when he was ten years old, and he had been raised by his grandparents. Who, then, was this woman dressed in ancient attire?

Thus, once one feigns illness, they can evade the endorsement, and many of the doctors who come to examine them lack medical ethics. After the examination, they always claim that a bit of adjustment will suffice, followed by prescribing various expensive herbal medicines and supplements. Lu Bing secretly cursed: In every era, there are such inhumane doctors who prescribe medications indiscriminately without any kickbacks or commissions.

In addition to this reason, there is the fact that lying in bed, one has Xiao Rui to attend to their daily needs. Although Lu Bing is sixteen, he has not experienced a single romantic relationship in that earlier, precocious era. The goddess he admires is either a green tea b*tch or looks down on him for being a poor loser

Lu Bing lay in bed, wrapped in his quilt. His illness had already recovered, but he pretended to be sick for two reasons: first, to avoid Lu Song's discipline. Just when he had started to feel a bit better, Lu Song brought him books to read. Upon seeing them, Lu Bing felt overwhelmed, as they were all in traditional characters. He couldn't even recognize all of them, let alone memorize those difficult classical texts.

At this moment, the door opened to the left and right, and a formidable middle-aged man walked in. The man stood approximately 1.8 meters tall and possessed a striking masculine presence. Upon entering, he glanced at Lu Bing and said, "A man should not shed tears lightly; why are you crying over such a trivial matter? I was just about to praise you. If you continue to be so unaccomplished, I may have to punish you."

Lu Bing got out of bed, his hands claw-like and tensed, twisting his fingers into a grotesque shape, which looked quite terrifying. The old Taoist was also frightened, standing up with his mouth wide open, forgetting to swallow his saliva, which dribbled down the corners of his mouth. After a moment, the old Taoist's knees buckled, and he knelt down, saying: "Immortal, please spare my life. I was just reciting nonsense earlier and do not know which line offended you. Please do not take my thoughtless words to heart."

I? '' Lu Bing was momentarily confused, but the woman said with a face full of joy: `` Bing'er, you are awake, Xiao Rui, quickly go call your Uncle Lu over. ''

Upon closer inspection, he realized how much this woman resembled the mother in the photograph. In an instant, a flood of emotions surged through him, and tears streamed down like a gushing spring, uncontrollable. "Mother!" Lu Bingqiang struggled to sit up, but his entire body felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles. The woman quickly stood up and said, "Bing'er must not move around."

"Alright." The girl, known as Xiao Rui, turned and ran out. The woman, seeing her leave, immediately shed tears and grasped Lu Bing's hand, saying: "Bing'er, if you do not wake from this slumber, what am I to do? It pains me greatly."

The Taoist replied: "There is no need for anything; I, the humble Taoist, do not require any trivial items for my rituals. You only need to step back; there is no need to wait outside the door. If you disturb the pure energy of the Three Clear Ones, I will not be able to summon the immortal to restore your son’s soul. Also, Master Lu, I am not a true immortal; you may simply call me 'Master' from now on"

In the following days, Lu Bing welcomed various doctors. In the harsh winter, he was splashed by the lake water; most people would have succumbed to the cold, but Lu Bing, being robust, endured it. His frostbite was not severe, and after applying some ointment, he recovered. Lu Bing found a copper mirror and admired his strong and well-defined muscles, marveling at the fact that ancient people also enjoyed fitness. At this moment, he realized that he was neither in the underworld nor in heaven, but had traversed to the Ming Dynasty, specifically the fourteenth year of the Zhengde era, which he deduced, based on his somewhat imprecise historical knowledge, to be around the year 1519, with a possible error of two to three years.

Lu Bing nearly spat upon hearing this. He had read an article discussing religion, which stated that while Taoists may refer to themselves as "poor Daoists," they do not address outsiders as "benefactors." The term "benefactor" is used by monks. Taoists often refer to others as "lay practitioners," "believers," or terms like "young man" and "brother." Furthermore, who would claim to be a master? At most, allowing others to call oneself a Daoist priest would be considered self-aggrandizing.

Lu Bing suddenly tensed up, rolled his eyes, sat up, and then said: "Hehehe, did you summon this great immortal?"

"A-Bing Ge," a little boy called out with a slight cry in his voice

Lu Bing shouted sternly, "I will gouge out your eyes." While shouting, he lunged at the Taoist priest. To be honest, Lu Bing's performance was not very convincing; many charlatans and fortune-tellers often used this trick to deceive superstitious people. This Taoist was a fraud and would naturally feign possession. However, because Lu Bing lacked skill, he ended up mimicking the appearance of a zombie from "Resident Evil." The old Taoist had seen many who pretended to be profound, but he had never witnessed such a blatant performance. It was different from the past; the unusual must be a demon. For a moment, the old Taoist believed it to be true and turned to rush out the door.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. Lu Bing sprang onto the bed in a single leap. Not to mention, this body not only has an attractive physique, but more importantly, its reflexes are extremely sensitive, and even its hearing is very sharp. Could it be that the former Lu Bing was a martial artist?

The Taoist was taken aback, his face instantly turning pale. Lu Bing seized the opportunity and said: "This great immortal is currently cultivating in the mountains, why have you come to find me! Speak quickly, otherwise I will gouge out your eyes!"

A mouthful of spicy liquor was poured into Lu Bing's mouth. This was not the first time Lu Bing had drunk alcohol, but he had never encountered such a fiery drink. Lu Bing wanted to cough, but he lacked the strength. After the strong liquor entered his stomach, he felt his entire body invigorated, as if the blood was flowing freely, bringing him a great sense of relief. After that, there was nothing more; Lu Bing fell into a drowsy sleep, unaware of anything.

What a mess, Lu Bing felt his mind in turmoil. Is it Prince Xing or King Xian? Where did this king come from, and what about His Highness? Is heaven feudal? Besides, I can swim; I was the second in the freestyle swimming competition back in middle school. If I hadn't exhausted myself saving two people, I wouldn't be in this situation. Thus, Lu Bing, filled with questions, spoke up: "Dad, where am I? You need to explain the situation to me so I can get into character."

Lu Song answered repeatedly and then went out. Lu Bing lay in bed with his eyes tightly closed. After the person left, the Taoist began to chant loudly, reciting verses that seemed somewhat plausible. However, it was not like the dramatic scenes portrayed on television, with flips and turns, summoning heavenly soldiers. Instead, he sat down, crossed his legs, and started eating the pastries on the table. After a while, the Taoist looked through the window and saw that everyone outside had obediently left. He no longer even recited the incantations, just swayed his head and body, clearly a charlatan. It was not like the dramatic scenes portrayed on television, with flips and turns, summoning heavenly soldiers. Instead, he sat down, crossed his legs, and started eating the pastries on the table. After a while, the Taoist looked through the window and saw that everyone outside had obediently left. He no longer even recited the incantations, just swayed his head and body, clearly a charlatan.

Lu Bing asked tearfully, "Mom, how did you become an actress?"

"What? An actor?" The woman was utterly perplexed

"A Bing, A Bing, open your eyes and look at us." Various voices were noisy, yet all felt extremely unfamiliar; although it was still the language of my hometown, it still sounded somewhat strange.

At the moment the old Taoist reached the door, he felt a surge of excitement, for the possessed Lu Bing behind him had not pursued. However, as he opened the door, he was overcome with despair, for a terrifying face suddenly thrust itself in from outside, with fangs and a green mouth, its face flushed and eyebrows raised, unmistakably a companion of the great immortal within the room

Lu Bing was unable to open his eyes. Despite his utmost efforts, he could not manage to do so. He felt layers of blankets covering him, providing a slight sense of warmth, but this was soon followed by an even more intense and penetrating pain.

Lu Bing felt secretly angry, wondering who was making such a fuss. If this continued, he would never be able to open his eyes for the rest of his life. Why? It was the blind man who was truly Lu Bing. Should he sit up and perform "Erquan Yingyue" for you?

It is unclear how much time has passed, but Lu Bing slowly opened his eyes and found everything around him to be so unfamiliar. The room was adorned with an ancient charm, and a soft yet extremely warm cup was in his hand. Sitting by the bedside was a woman in ancient attire, her face filled with anxiety. She looked remarkably familiar, and beside her was a young maid.

Just as I was thinking, the door opened, and Lu Song walked in, followed by an old Taoist with a bull nose. After entering the room, Lu Song clasped his hands and asked, "Master, is there anything else you need?"

Although I have traveled through time now, I still have both parents. Given this situation, I am living quite well, free from illness and disaster. Therefore, Lu Bing was filled with mixed feelings of surprise and joy, and he wholeheartedly accepted this reality.

Lu Song sat down and said solemnly: "Bing'er, you did well today. Sacrificing oneself to save the ruler is what a loyal and righteous person should do. The King of Xingxian has already passed away, and the King of Xing cannot have any more incidents. The late king was kind to me, and as a father, I was also a guard for the late king. Although the late king has now departed from this world, our responsibilities remain unbroken; we must protect His Highness well. Even though you cannot swim, you bravely jumped into the water to save the King of Xing. I am proud of you, my son. Take good care of your injuries, and we will talk once you have recovered."

"I am a thousand-year-old Yellow Taoist Immortal. Because you just disturbed my cultivation, I have wasted a hundred years of my spiritual practice. Do you still dare to ask for mercy?" Lu Bing threatened. Upon hearing this, the Taoist trembled even more, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The Yellow Taoist Immortal refers to a weasel, and it is said that among the four great immortals, only the weasel is most vengeful towards humans. It seems that he is now inescapably doomed, so he could only keep bowing repeatedly while glancing towards the door, ready to flee at any moment.

A Bing, A Bing, please wake up quickly