Father and Mother Yan simply understood this sentence. If they understood it correctly...is that thing equivalent to his old man?
After a moment, the couple tacitly chose to skip this matter.
And it’s not their fault that they’re late!
Given his old man's ability to beat around the bush, they were lucky to be able to find him today.
"So did my dad leave me some words or something?" asked Yan's father.
The village chief was silent. Two or three minutes later, Yan's father asked again.
The village chief waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm just recalling. I'm old, so my memory is a bit mixed."
Yan's father and mother: "..."
Dad, no, let’s just use paper to record it next time. Our family can afford this little money!
Neither of the couple spoke, but quietly brewed their tea. After the water had boiled twice, the village chief suddenly asked an unrelated question: "How is your youngest son's health lately?"
Yan's parents looked at each other and said, "If you're referring to Xianjue, he's in good health now and even has a girlfriend."
The village chief nodded, not surprised at all.
Mother Yan was curious: "Did you know that he would have a girlfriend?"
The village chief smiled.
"Changshengzi said that if your youngest son is interested in Taoism in the future, he can become my apprentice."
Father Yan calculated the generational relationship and realized that he and his son were of the same generation!!!
Yan's mother immediately became alert: "Xianjue, he's not interested. He already has a girlfriend and they're going to get married in the future."
The village chief also looked at her with disdain: "There are no restrictions on marriage in our lineage."
"Otherwise, where would he come from?" The village chief pointed in the direction of Yan's father.
Mother Yan was silent, and Father Yan grasped the key point: "In other words, my father and you were brothers before he got married?"
The village chief nodded as a matter of course: "Of course."
"He entered the sect at the age of seventeen, but was delayed for a few years due to his studies. When he came back, he took over a lot of your family's mess. He only learned a little bit."
Father Yan: “…”
If I remember correctly, didn’t Xianjue say that his father was the protagonist?
With Yan Ci's scientific popularization, he now has some understanding of the logic of those broken novels.
In other words, shouldn’t the protagonist be the powerful one?
Father Yan asked hesitantly, "...How old are you?"
Village chief: "About 120 or so, I can't remember exactly."
Father Yan calculated the age difference and said, "You can be my father's master, right?"
The village chief paused for a moment before he said slowly, "That's the case, but is there any problem with me taking on the role of a disciple?"
Father Yan looked at him suspiciously: "Why?"
The village chief's answer was resounding: "Because he is rich!"
The Taoist temple was renovated and a huge golden statue was built for the Three Pure Ones.
Not to mention accepting disciples on behalf of the master, if Changshengzi needs it, there is no problem in accepting junior brothers on behalf of the master.
Yan's father and mother: "..."
What a worldly Taoist priest this is.
Father Yan held his forehead with his hand: "So what did my father say?"
The village chief had teased the children enough before he slowly spoke: "It's nothing, I just want you to run away when you should."
"This 'should' means that if things are not going well for you, run away and don't fight it."
Father Yan: "Is my father like this?"
Why did he feel that the person the village chief was talking about was Yan Xianjue rather than his grandfather?
In his memory, his father has always been the kind of person who would use a chainsaw to cut a hole in the sky if the sky blocked his way.
The village chief rolled his eyes: "Why don't you go ask him now?"
Father Yan: "...Then it's better not to use it."
"By the way," the village chief stood up and took out a small wooden box from the bottles and jars on the shelf, only the size of a palm, and placed it in front of Yan's father and mother.
"This is what he left for you."
Yan's father looked at the location of the shelf and felt that the village chief didn't seem to value the things his father left behind.
He was about to open it in front of the village chief, but the village chief did not stop him.
There was just a simple jade token inside. Father Yan took it out and looked at it in his hand, and he found eight tiny words engraved on the back.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
"The one who carries is in front, and the one who carries is behind?" Yan's father read out this sentence slowly.
Then they both looked at the village chief at the same time.
They can understand the literal meaning, but if it comes to the deeper level, they don’t understand.
Regardless of whether his old man was a Taoist monk in the past, there is indeed no religious atmosphere in his family now.
Letting Yan Xianjue practice Taoism is equivalent to asking him to change his sleeping place.
Moreover, from the way he looked at the village chief, it didn't seem like he really wanted to accept Yan Xianjue as his apprentice.
Otherwise, I wouldn't just ask it jokingly.
The village chief propped up his chin, letting the loose cuffs of his Tai Chi suit slide down onto the low table. "You can simply understand it as the ancestors planting trees, and the descendants enjoying the shade. The virtues of our ancestors may benefit or harm future generations."
Father Yan nodded thoughtfully and put the jade token away again: "I have another question, does my father have any enemies or bad relationships with anyone?"
The village chief gave him a strange look and asked, "What misunderstanding do you have about your father?"
"Hmm?" Father Yan was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
The village chief smacked his lips and said, "You might have a bit of a filter for your dad."
Mother Yan: "Does my father have many enemies?"
Village chief: "How can you say so much?"
Yan's parents breathed a sigh of relief. The village chief slowly added, "Give him another fifty years, and you might not even find anyone who likes him."
Yan's father and mother choked with a breath.
He shook his head: "You underestimate the malice this world has towards geniuses."
"He's rich, talented, lucky, and successful in everything he does, but he doesn't know how to be humble. Who would like him?"
"In the temple next door to us, there was a bald monk of the same age as him. He was also very talented at first, but in the end, out of jealousy, he wanted to compete with Changshengzi in everything. To prove himself, he revealed the fate and fortune of many people when interpreting the divination sticks. In the end, he was expelled from the sect."
Mother Yan asked in a low voice: "Do fortune-telling and feng shui really exist?"
The village chief said with certainty: "If you believe it, it is there. If you don't believe it, it is not there."
"But whether it's Taoism or Buddhism, we all abide by this principle: no matter what we have figured out, we must not reveal it."
Mother Yan nodded: "What can we do for you?"
The village chief then chuckled: "There really is one."
"After I become a fairy, I'll need you to take care of these children."
He shook his head helplessly: "Most of those left in the village are girls, or orphans like Fatty. I'm afraid their future won't be easy."
"Growing up in the village and with simple personalities, I'm worried they won't be able to adapt to the complexities of the outside world in the future."
"There's also a sense of loss regarding family affection. Even as a cultivator, I can't resolve these things."
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