Chapter 282 Living like a National Treasure
Oh my god, Ye Xiaomei wiped the sweat from her forehead subconsciously. This person is even more impressive than the people in Changshou Village that she had heard about in her previous life.
It is true that he is long-lived, but he looks like an old man. The one in front of me is truly a national treasure.
Huh! "Long live the Taoist priest."
Mrs. Xue and Aunt Zhang saw the two people under the conifer tree, their eyes lit up, and they walked over here with their children in their arms.
In the main hall, Shang Zhenzhen spread out his hands to let people read his lines: "Look carefully, how could I not have any relatives to help me? Could it be that I don't even have a connection with you? Take another look."
——Although your ancestors were not virtuous, you still have some good karma. There are noble people helping you in your life, so cherish every moment you have.
"No, I'm asking you about marriage. Can I find a rich and ideal husband in my lifetime?"
Shang Zhen grabbed the young Taoist priest and refused to let him go: "I'll pay you whatever you want."
The young Taoist priest was so annoyed by her that he could only sit cross-legged again:
"I have said all that needs to be said. You will depend on this noble man for the rest of your life. What the poor say about your poor family ties is that you don't have many relatives. For example, your parents are not complete, your sisters don't help you, and your relatives don't help you."
Shang Zhen took a breath of cool air and muttered suspiciously: "My parents are not complete, my sisters don't help me, and my relatives don't help me?"
"Hey... where are you going? I still have some questions." I turned around and found that the person in front of me was gone. I glanced to the side and saw that the little Taoist priest was wiping the table.
Shang Zhen reluctantly moved closer and followed the Taoist priest:
"You didn't mention marriage, so just tell me. I'll give you money if you want it. It's not like I won't give it to you."
Shang Zhen simply walked around to the man and snatched the rag away.
The Taoist shook the water off his hands and looked at Shang Zhen calmly:
"It has been pointed out. Don't be too sure about everything. Leave a little clue..."
In the yard.
Mrs. Xue quickly took the baby girl from Aunt Zhang and went upstairs.
Ye Xiaomei was trying her best to explain: "Old Immortal, I really have never seen you. I just came to the city from the countryside to study this year, and I have never been here. You just said that you entered the sect when you were in your teens and have never left the mountain. You see, I have never been here and you have never left the mountain, so it is impossible for you to have seen me."
"Master, can you help my child check his illness?" Mrs. Xue didn't care about anything else. She only remembered the purpose of her visit.
Because Mrs. Xue's movement was too big, the girl in her arms woke up rubbing her eyes in a daze.
Those eyes, like the bright moon, were incredibly bright.
"I have definitely seen you." The strange old Taoist priest looked at Ye Xiaomei as if he hadn't heard anything and insisted.
Ye Xiaomei sighed: "Okay, I'll think about when I met you before, but I came here this time because of the child's illness."
When Mrs. Xue heard her say this, her eyes softened a little, and she hurried forward and leaned forward again:
"No matter how much money it costs, as long as it can cure my child's illness, I am willing to invest in rebuilding this Taoist temple."
The anxiety in Mrs. Xue's eyes was no more than Ye Xiaomei had expected. This child was more important than her life.
Who knows that money is something that the old immortal obviously sneers at:
"Gold, silver, and jewelry are all things I have seen. The temple is in great shape now. You funded its renovation, so it must be much cleaner now."
Mrs. Xue's eyes widened and she looked at the old Taoist priest in disbelief. He doesn't even want money?
Ye Xiaomei also took a breath of cold air. Has this old immortal seen through the world?
"Don't you all care about making good connections?" Mrs. Xue was obviously very angry, but she didn't dare to offend him. Her soft voice was mixed with gnashing of teeth.
"It's obvious that you are a hopeless child. Go find whoever said that." The old immortal strode into the main hall with his hands behind his back, looking as if he was not used to it.
Ye Xiaomei squinted her eyes to avoid the sunlight and saw him burning incense to the Three Pure Ones. Then he made the Yin-Yang seal, bowed, and sat down cross-legged.
Ye Xiaomei withdrew her gaze and looked at Mrs. Xue. Her eyes were already red with anger. As she looked at her big, silent daughter in her arms, her tears fell without warning.
Ye Xiaomei wanted to say something to comfort her, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Xue held the child tightly and pressed her to her chest.
Because of excessive force, the veins on the hand that was holding the child's head were bulging and the knuckles were white.
By the time Ye Xiaomei reacted, Nannan's limbs were struggling wildly.
"Mrs. Xue, don't." Ye Xiaomei then realized the seriousness of the matter. She was extremely sad and heartbroken. This was going to suffocate the child to death.
When Ye Xiaomei tried to pull her arm, she pulled even harder, frightening her so much that she took two steps back:
"Mrs. Xue, don't, she is your daughter."
Mrs. Xue's eyes were filled with tears, and her eye sockets were red: "Die early, so you don't have to suffer."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Xiaomei didn't care about anything else and left in a flash.
"Madam." Aunt Zhang rushed over to support her and found a needle in the clavicle of her shoulder. Mrs. Xue fell down limply as if she had lost all her strength.
The girl who fell on her chest had a purple face and her grape-sized eyes were filled with fear. She struggled to crawl out of her mother's arms, hugged Ye Xiaomei's legs and looked up at her.
Tears fell in pairs without a sound. He just tilted his head and looked at Ye Xiaomei, grabbing her clothes with his hands and shaking them vigorously.
This scene happened to be seen by Shang Zhen in the main hall. The young Taoist priest also saw this scene. He subconsciously looked at the ancestor who was meditating and pretending to be dead.
Shang Zhen was also startled. He was grabbing his young master's arm to ask him questions, but his expression froze at this moment.
Ye Xiaomei picked up her four-year-old daughter and bent down to take out the needle:
"Just let her rest for a while."
Ye Xiaomei strode into the main hall, and the little girl lay on her shoulders and hugged her neck. She looked very well behaved, so well behaved that it made people feel distressed.
Ye Xiaomei didn't know how many unexpressed emotions this mute child had hidden in her heart.
Ye Xiaomei knew that Teacher Xie would not assign people randomly. Since he could cultivate himself to be so young, he must know what was wrong with Nannan.
Ye Xiaomei walked to the cushion and sat on it, holding her daughter in her arms. She pointed at the Three Pure Ones and said:
"Big sister, let me introduce you to this one. This one is the famous Yuanshi Tianzun. He is the founder of the Three Pure Ones Sect and a leader who is generous and helps people achieve enlightenment. And this one is even more powerful.
He is the founder of the Three Pure Ones Sect and the Grandpa Lingbao Tianzun."
Little Nannan nodded vigorously, tears still hanging on her skinny cheeks.
"The most amazing thing about this old man is that he can intercept a ray of hope, because God does not discriminate against any living being, and everything he does also leaves a ray of hope, so..."
"Stop talking." Taoist Yuan Yi did not open his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, then he opened his eyes and looked at Ye Xiaomei on the side.
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that he owed this girl a debt:
"Then what do you say about this Lord of Morality?" He was not convinced. He had lived for more than 130 years, how could he lose to a little girl?
"That's easier to explain. The Three Pure Ones represent heaven, earth, and man. The Lord of Dao and Morality teaches people how to be human. As the saying goes, the Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao. What cannot be expressed in words means that everyone has his or her own Tao. The first thing to learn is to be a human being."
"..." Taoist Yuanyi's pupils shrank. Although this girl is young, she is very intelligent.
He really didn't understand these things, he just thought they were the three Taoist ancestors, but this girl could see that it was a secondary relationship.
But she was scolding me, an old man, for not being a human being, wasn't she?
Seeing that he just stared at her with his big eyes without saying anything, Ye Xiaomei added:
"This child may be the cause of your success."
Ye Xiaomei also learned this from reading some books, but she didn't expect Master Yuan Yi to jump up suddenly:
"Come here, meet this Grandmother, and ask all your masters to get out of here, you wandering idiots."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
