"Grandpa! Were there really demons and ghosts in this world?”
"Child, there are no ghosts or monsters in this world!”
"It's all because you were disobedient when you were young, so I made it up to scare you!”
He rubbed his 12-year-old grandson's head.
Grandpa smiled as he picked up his grandson and headed home.
However, his grandfather did not notice that at that moment, the childish youth with his back to his grandfather had a deep expression on his face as he looked up at the sky.
The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are still…
It was a certain year of the Republic of China. On a remote mountain road, a simple carriage made of grass and trees was slowly heading south.
A seventeen-year-old boy was pulling the rope in the direction of the old horse with both hands, while an old man sitting on the side was holding a cigarette pot with his head lowered in deep thought.
"Grandpa, are there really demons and ghosts in this world?”
"Yes…"
"I knew it! I just saw a living zombie jumping on the mountain road yesterday…"
"Oh…you saw it?"
The old man who was deep in thought looked up at his only grandson, then looked down at his tattered clothes.
" Demons and ghosts are ultimately inanimate objects, but the human heart is even more terrifying than demons and ghosts…"
"Remember what I said. Human hearts are unpredictable…"
"I'll remember it, Grandpa!"
The young man nodded and then gently knocked the horse's rope twice to make the old horse speed up.
The young man driving the carriage was called Zhang Wenjie, a transmigrator. He was only two years old when he possessed the young man's body.
In his ignorance, he had witnessed a village of people being devoured by ghosts in the arms of the old man!
He also witnessed the old man release lightning with one hand and tear the ghosts apart.
At that time, Zhang Wenjie suspected that he had transmigrated into a world of demons and monsters!
Zhang Wenjie had once begged the old man to teach him that mysterious ability, but he only lowered his head and smoked without agreeing or rejecting.
Walking and stopping from the north to the south, Zhang Wenjie saw many tragic riots and also many wails of cruelty.
An old and a young man walking around in this chaotic country was simply courting death!
Along the way, there were countless bandits and hooligans, but this broken carriage still insisted on moving forward.
There was no other reason…Those who blocked the way were all dealt with by the old man…
"Grandpa! Where are we going? We've been walking slowly for more than half a month?”
"You've grown a lot along the way. Grandpa has something to do and has to go far away!”
"It's not safe for you to stay by my side. On the way, go find an old friend. He's also someone with some ability.”
Laozi raised his eyebrows and looked at the smoke rising from the village not far away. He held the pipe in his right hand and knocked it against the wooden board of the carriage.
The ashes fell to the ground, and the wheels crushed and exploded into sparks.
Grandpa, you have an old friend?"
"Brat, are you itching for a beating? How dare you tease your grandfather!”
"Heh…I wouldn't dare. I'm just curious about what Grandpa likes! I'm curious!"
Zhang Wenjie quickly covered his mouth. It wasn't that he was speaking incoherently, but that the wooden planks inserted into the broken road not far away had stimulated Zhang Wenjie's nerves.
Seeing the words Ren Town on the wooden board, coupled with his grandfather's magical ability, Zhang Wenjie thought of a person.
Under the guidance of the old man, Zhang Wenjie drove the carriage to a mortuary. When he heard his grandfather calling out for Lin Fengjiao, he was even more convinced of his thoughts.
"No one?"
Zhang Wenjie looked up at his father.
"Ha…knock on the door!"
He jumped off the carriage and directed Zhang Wenjie to call for the door!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
After a few knocks on the door, a question came from the tightly shut mortuary, followed by the sound of leisurely footsteps.
"Is Lin Jiu here?”
Zhang Wenjie's grandfather heard a voice coming from inside the house. He was stunned for a moment before calling out another form of address.
After a while, the tightly shut wooden door creaked and the ear-piercing sound of the door opening rang out.
Under the dim kerosene lamp, a young man with a blank head walked out, giving people a strange feeling of youth and age.
"May I ask if Taoist Master Lin Jiu is home?”
Grandpa sized up the dazed young man who opened the door. His eyes revealed a hint of obscurity before he went straight to the point.
"Wencai, who is it?"
A loud question came from inside the room.
"How have you been, Fellow Daoist Lin?"
"Master, I'm looking for you!"
Wen Cai turned his head and opened his mouth, but the person in the room was already standing behind him. He raised his hand and twisted Wen Cai's head to the side.
"After so many years, Fellow Daoist Zhang is still as elegant as ever!”
"Compared to Fellow Daoist Lin, I'm still inferior!”
Looking at the middle-aged man who was carrying the sedan chair with his grandfather, Zhang Wenjie was finally convinced that this was the world he was in. He had thick eyebrows and a square face. Wasn't this Ninth Uncle?
Just as Zhang Wenjie was immersed in his brainstorming, his grandfather raised his pipe and knocked on Zhang Wenjie's head.
"What are you daydreaming about?”
"Hello, Priest Lin!"
Zhang Wenjie greeted Lin Jiu and then retreated behind his grandfather, showing respect for his teacher.
After the two of them chatted at the door for a while, Lin Jiu coughed and asked Wen Cai to make tea. Then, he invited the two of them into the house.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang's grandson is indeed extraordinary. He seems to have stepped into the Dao!”
"He did step into the Dao, but he only stepped into the Dao at the age of 17. Compared to Fellow Daoist Lin, he's still a thousand miles away…"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you still haven't changed!"
Lin Jiu looked at the dumb Wen Cai and then at the handsome Zhang Wenjie. He cursed the shameless old man in front of him in his heart.
However, he could only make a joke out of consideration for his face.
Zhang Wenjie felt a strong aura sweep over him. He looked up and saw a flash of light in Lin Jiu's eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you have something to say, just say it!"
Lin Jiu retracted his gaze, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea. However, the slight trembling of his right hand betrayed him.
The most basic thing for a Daoist priest was to enter the path and build his foundation. As the saying went, a thousand-foot tall building rose from the ground.
The younger one entered the Dao, the greater their achievements in the future. Entering the Dao at the age of seventeen was already a rare unpolished jade!
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I have a presumptuous request. I hope you can take my grandson as your disciple!”
"Ha! I was wondering why you, old ghost, came to me for help!”
"Then are you going to accept it or not? If you don't accept it, I'll find four…"
"Wouldn't I be ruining this unpolished jade if I hand it over to Four Eyes? Sigh, forget it.”
Zhang Wenjie had seen many thick-skinned people.
But this was the first time Zhang Wenjie had seen such a shameless person!
"Stinky brat, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and make some tea for your master!”
Zhang Wenjie felt his knees go weak and he knelt on the ground. He didn't know how he was holding a teacup in his hand. In his daze, the teacup in his hand was already held by Lin Jiu.
"Master…"
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