At this moment, the boy reached out to lift the curtain and respectfully invited Ying Su in.
Ying Su was listening to the conversation between the three people inside, and he was quite confused. He was sure that his son should be here, so he lifted the curtain and walked in. He looked up and saw a platform on the other side of the curtain. There were three prayer mats on the platform, and a middle-aged Daoist sat on his left hand. He wore an ordinary Daoist crown with a bamboo hairpin, and an old-fashioned Daoist robe covered his white linen Confucian robe. However, this rather old robe was meticulously worn on the Daoist priest. Even the hem of the robe that was sitting on the futon was neatly arranged. The horsetail whisk in his hand was smoothly hanging from the crook of his arm, and it was in a mess.
On the right, a Daoist was sitting on a praying mat with his right elbow resting on his knee, his chin resting on his palm as he looked at Ying Su with a cheeky smile. Ying Su looked over and saw that it was the fortune-teller from the night market. When the fortune-teller saw Ying Su, he waved his hand and smiled,""Boy, long time no see. I haven't had the chance to thank you for the tofu pudding!”
Hearing this, Ying Su's heart was filled with rage, no matter how good his temper was. If it wasn't for you, Daoist, snatching my son and bringing me to run through the mountains for an entire night, how else would I have gotten lost?
Ying Su used a great deal of willpower to resist the urge to smash the man's face with his hand. He shifted his gaze to the middle of the two, and looked at the person who should be the eldest senior brother of the three. It would have been fine if Ying Su hadn't looked, but his eyes were fixed on the praying mat in the middle, and he was greatly surprised.
The person sitting in the middle looked like a young man in his twenties. He was wearing a white Confucian robe and a moon-white Taoist robe. His sleeves were embroidered with eight trigrams and his shoulders were covered with Yin and Yang. However, this young Taoist's hair was as white as snow, so it was really difficult to determine his age. However, the two Taoists who looked much older than him called him "Senior Brother", which made people secretly amazed!
Ying Su entered the room and looked at the few Daoists sitting there. When Ying Su entered the room, the three Daoists also raised their heads to look at him. Although his brocade robe was badly damaged and his face was covered in the color of dust and rain, gold and jade beads could not hide the dust. Ying Su stood in front of the door and looked at the three Daoists with restrained divine light in his eyes. He was neither humble nor overbearing. He looked around the three Daoists, then fixed his eyes on the child sleeping beside the knees of the Daoist in the middle. After a moment, he raised his eyes again and looked at the three.
Ying Su cupped his hands, bowed, and said," Greetings, three Immortal Elders. May I know why you have brought me here?"”
The fortune-teller chuckled and said,""See, I told you not to be in such a hurry, but Second Senior Brother just had to open the mountain gate to lure you up. In my opinion, I should have let you wander around the mountains for a few more days.”
At this moment, Second Brother, who was sitting on the futon on the left, squinted at his junior brother and said slowly,""That's because this morning, Senior Brother and I found out that you brought back a child. You've never been a father, yet you actually fed this child with earth milk!”
The fortune-teller's face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed. It turned out that he had come out of the mountain on a whim, and he had brought back Ying Su's child on a whim. However, this whim had brought back a small burden. The fortune-teller had carried Ying Bang and ran through the valley for the entire night. At first, he was furious, so he carried Ying Bang and left. Later, he wanted to test Ying Su, the famous rising star of the world. Moreover, he was Great Qin's Crown Prince.
However, during the journey, Zhong Xin didn't know how this matter would end. Moreover, Ying Bang was only a one-year-old child. Although the fortune-teller used his zhenqi to protect Ying Bang's body while running, Ying Bang fell asleep in the fortune-teller's arms after a night of running. When the fortune-teller saw this, he made up his mind to bring the child back first. So, he abandoned Ying Su and brought the child back to the Taoist temple.
However, the fortune-teller had left the mountain behind his two senior brothers. He was too timid to let his senior brothers know that he had brought a child back. Therefore, he hid Ying Bang in his room and fed him with half a bowl of the Earth Milk of Dragon Vein, which was the source of the dragon vein in the mountains, every year.
The Milk of the Earth was a spiritual item that was hard to find. The three of them had found a dragon vein in the mountains, and this Taoist temple was built on the reverse scale of the dragon vein. Although the amount of Milk of the Earth produced every year was not much, it had been accumulated over the years. Moreover, when Ying Bang was hungry and thirsty, he would take a sip and fall asleep without crying or making a fuss.
But this morning, when the fortune-teller brought the milk into the house and prepared to feed it to Ying Bang, he found that Ying Bang was sweating profusely, and his body was burning red like a flame. His limbs were twitching, but he couldn't make a sound. His red lips had already lost their color and cracked.
The fortune-teller was shocked when he saw this. In a hurry, he could only pick up Ying Bang and go to Eldest Brother to save his life. After entering Eldest Brother's room, the fortune-teller complained in his heart. It turned out that Second Brother was also there. His Second Brother believed in the way of a gentleman. Everything he said was the words of a saint. Usually, he couldn't stand his laziness. Now, he was bound to be scolded again. However, he couldn't care less about this in order to save this child.
The fortune-teller entered the room and placed Ying Bang in front of Eldest Brother. He told his two senior brothers about the general situation and asked them to save the child.
However, when this matter was brought up in front of the victim's father, the fortune-teller felt embarrassed and guilty. However, he did not let it go and retorted,"From what second senior brother said, he must have been a father before. However, I don't know if the person I have never met is my nephew or niece. I don't know who second senior brother is in love with. Second senior brother is really amazing. Eldest senior brother and I don't even know when you went to get involved in this affair."
While the fortune-teller was talking non-stop, Ying Su and his second senior brother turned their gazes to the fortune-teller. After the fortune-teller had finished talking a lot of nonsense, the second senior brother said calmly, slowly, but clearly,"I've never been a father before, so I won't hug other people's children, let alone feed them with earth milk.”
After saying that, he turned his gaze to the eldest senior brother in the middle. The young eldest senior brother in the middle looked at Ying Su. Ying Su couldn't tell what kind of eyes he had. They seemed indifferent, praising, and seeing through the mortal world. This pair of eyes seemed to contain a whole world.
" Are you Ying Su, Ying Luo's grandson?" Eldest Brother asked Ying Su.”
Ying Su was greatly shocked by these words. He opened his mouth and said,"Immortal elder, my ancestor is the founding emperor of the Great Qin Empire, Ying Luo.”
The eldest senior brother nodded. It was a happy thing to see the descendants of an old friend. Although Ying Luo wasn't a righteous person, he was still a hero of the previous generation. He had created an empire and left a mark in history. I didn't expect that such a decent person would appear among his descendants.”
Ying Su didn't comment on what the Taoist priest in the middle said. After all, from their words, he could tell that they were people from the same generation as his grandfather. However, his grandfather had already passed away, and even his father was old. The world was fair, and the price of enjoying the wealth of the supreme being in the world was that he couldn't concentrate on searching for the line of life between heaven and earth.
The Eldest Brother continued,""My name is Primordial Chaos." Then, he pointed to his second junior brother and continued,"This is my second junior brother, Qian Ji." Then, he pointed at the fortune-teller and said,"This is my junior apprentice brother Wentian. Little junior brother is young and unruly. I've caused you trouble.”
Initially, when Senior Martial Brother Hunyuan introduced him, Ask Sky puffed out his chest and was quite proud of himself. However, when he heard the end, his face collapsed and he said,"Eldest senior brother, you only need to say that I'm Wentian. What do you mean by young? I'm only a few years younger than his grandfather. What do you mean by rogue? I'm a cultivator who has attained the dao."
As he spoke, Ask Sky saw Primordial Chaos turn his head and look at him. Seeing the displeasure in his senior brother's eyes, Ask Sky's voice gradually lowered. In the end, he lowered his head like a defeated rooster and stopped talking.
At this moment, Hun Yuan pointed at the chair beside Ying Su and said,""There is no need for you to be too formal. Sit down. The reason why I have led you up the mountain today is to meet an old friend and end the karma between junior brother and you."
From what Hunyuan had said, Ying Su gradually understood that the Taoist priest, Wentian, who didn't seem to have the demeanor of an expert, was actually a genius who could divine. However, those who revealed the secrets of the heavens were definitely not allowed by the heavens and earth. Therefore, in Hunyuan Qianji Temple, they protected this little junior brother. Usually, they would only focus on cultivation and discuss with each other, but they would never allow Wentian to divine the secrets of the heavens.
Although the two Senior Brothers didn't allow Wentian to divine the secrets of the heavens, the diviner was much more sensitive than others. On this day, Wentian was meditating in his room, but he couldn't calm his mind. Under the forceful circulation of his inner strength, there were signs of getting out of control in his meridians.
This kind of thing had never happened again since a long, long time ago when he had stepped into the Connate Realm. Wen Tianzi simply stopped practicing Qi and walked out of the room into the courtyard. He looked up and saw a group of birds coming from the west. Among them, there were two adult birds protecting a young bird that seemed to have just spread its wings and flew.
At this moment, he felt a sense of bliss. He walked back to his room and took out a divination stick to divine for himself. He wanted to divine for himself and not reveal it. It should not be considered as revealing the secrets of heaven if he only wanted to avoid misfortune for himself! However, the result of Wentian's divination left him puzzled. The divination indicated that Wentian was going down the mountain to meet a person. There was only so much. No matter how Wentian divined, the divination was still chaotic.
In the end, Wentian simply threw away his counting rod. He didn't care about the cause and effect of the divination and went to bed. He didn't cultivate his Qi and directly went to sleep. Everyone was curious. Thus, Wentian stayed in the temple for two days. During these two days, Wentian restrained his mind and didn't cultivate his Qi. He just tried not to think about the divination. However, how could a person completely control his thoughts? If you think about it or not, you can't help but think about it.
Just like that, Wentian was tortured for two days. On the third day, he couldn't take it anymore and jumped out of the courtyard without saying goodbye to his two senior brothers.
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