"no problem."
Yan's father agreed readily, although the village chief he looked at now was very different from the Taoist priest he had in mind.
But when he thought of his father, he felt that the village chief was more of a sage than his father.
"By the way, you haven't seen any photos of him when he was a Taoist priest, right?" The village chief didn't doubt at all that Yan's father might not be able to do what he said now, so he directly asked about another unrelated matter.
Yan's father was stunned, then nodded.
He had only just found out two days ago that his father was a Taoist priest.
He said politely, "My father never told me anything about practicing Taoism."
The village chief nodded without any surprise: "He believes in science."
Yan's father and mother: "???"
Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Are you saying that a Feng Shui master or a Taoist priest believes in science instead of the Three Pure Ones?
The village chief picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "He didn't become a monk by choice."
Father Yan's pupils trembled: "Wait, wait a minute..."
He reviewed everything the village chief had said since he entered the village, and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say he entered the mountain sect at the age of 17? From what I know about my father, he didn't do it voluntarily. You could even smash the statues of the Three Pure Ones."
Besides, although the Yan family at that time was not as good as the Yan family today, they were not ordinary villagers.
The village chief stroked his beard and said, "Didn't I say that?"
"Your father didn't go to the Taoist temple to become a disciple in the beginning, but to seek answers to his doubts. He went not only to Taoist temples, but also to Buddhist temples and even visited lamas."
The corners of Yan's father's mouth twitched, and he felt that he understood.
I guess his father thinks these people are not capable, so he might as well do it himself.
The village chief's answer coincided with his thoughts: "It's a pity that he didn't get the answer he wanted, and he thinks everyone else is useless. It would be better for him to figure it out slowly on his own."
He shook his head with regret as he said this: "If it weren't for those rubbish back then, there wouldn't be such a troublemaker like Changshengzi in the world."
Father Yan silently retorted in his heart: "No, from what I know about my father, even if he doesn't practice Taoism and really studies something else, he won't necessarily be easy to get along with."
He said: "Then what was the opportunity for my father to join the sect?"
The village chief smiled his first sage-like smile since Yan's father and mother entered the house: "Because I am poor."
Yan's father and mother: "..."
The village chief was also confused by the two people's surprise: "You know your father so well, do you think he would go to the Dadao Temple and start as a young Taoist priest?"
Father Yan thought about it and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't imagine that scene."
"Since you were able to find us here, you must have already been to the Taoist temple outside the village."
Yan's father and mother nodded.
The village chief said, "That is our Taoist temple."
Father Yan's hand trembled: "What?"
The village chief said lightly, "I said that the twenty or so people for whom Changshengzi wrote the epitaph were all my disciples."
"That date tree was planted by Changshengzi himself after he wrote the epitaph."
Even when the village chief recounted this past event, which outsiders would consider tragic, his tone remained calm: "The war wasn't here at the time. I was traveling outside the temple, and Changshengzi hardly ever stayed in the temple for long, let alone him."
"By the time we got back, it was too late."
"All we can do is find a peaceful resting place for them."
"It was also on the day he finished writing the epitaph that he told me that he didn't want you to know about his religious life."
"But I did meet your brother later," he glanced at Yan's father with disdain, "Your brother knew at first sight that I was a Taoist priest."
Father Yan's mind raced at this moment, and he asked a question Mother Yan had never expected: "Were you wearing Taoist clothes at the time?"
The village chief nodded without any guilt.
Father Yan: "...If you were wearing Taoist clothes, I would be able to recognize you!"
The village chief waved his hand and said, "Alright, stay here with me tonight and rest. I'll show you around the village tomorrow."
"I know you businessmen like to do your field trips."
Yan's father and mother naturally did not refuse, and then they watched the village chief take out his mobile phone and skillfully send a message, asking the villagers to help send two quilts over.
The village chief lives alone, so it is not a big problem to allocate two rooms to Yan's father and mother and the bodyguards they brought with them.
Just looking at the number of bodyguards, the village chief sighed: "You cherish your lives more than the immortals."
Yan's father and mother didn't have that many bodyguards originally, but after Yan Xianjue took over his own bodyguard company, he added a few more, making it look particularly spectacular.
"When Changshengzi came to people's homes to arrange feng shui, he always brought bodyguards with him." The village chief said casually.
Then a quick turn: "Can anyone cook?"
Mother Yan touched Father Yan's arm. Father Yan said, "Let me cook tonight. I'll ask them to go to the villagers' house to buy some vegetables."
The village chief waved his hand and said, "No need. Someone will bring the food over later."
Yan's father and mother sat in the room arranged for them by the village chief, looking at each other in bewilderment at the jade token in the wooden box?
Father Yan suggested: "We both can't figure it out, why don't we ask Xianjue?"
Mother Yan nodded. She now felt that her grandfather might know a lot.
The person in the family who understands the old man's thought process best is probably Yan Xianjue.
It was because the old man left all his notes and annotations to him.
Then the question arises again. Father Yan said: "We can't tell him the truth now, so how can we ask him?"
Mother Yan glared at him and knew that men were useless at this time.
She took a photo of the side with the words on it with her phone, posted it directly to the group, and tagged Yan Xianjue: "When your father and I were traveling, I saw a jade plaque that I thought would suit you very well. Do you like it? How about having a master make it into a pendant for you?"
Before Yan Xianjue replied, his father asked, "Where did the master come from?"
Mother Yan looked at him steadily without saying a word.
Father Yan understood: "I'll look for it, I'll look for it."
Yan Xianjue was in his father's office at the moment, angrily criticizing Zhou Ye for being unreliable.
This game was also recommended to him by Zhou Ye.
Compared to the previous mining game on the phone, this one is much more fun.
There is also the way of life that Zhou Ye likes.
And because the two of them entered the new area, the official has not yet opened the channel for buying gold.
So Zhou came up with the idea of using life skills to earn gold coins and then selling the gold coins.
Busy Master Zhou and Master Yan worked hard for the whole afternoon, but when it came time to sell the gold, Yan Xianjue counted on his fingers and found that he had lost several thousand gold coins.
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue asked with a forced smile, "Is the strategy you found really reliable?"
Zhou Ye forwarded the strategy to Yan Xianjue with confidence.
Then Yan Xianjue understood where they had lost.
"The strategy guide doesn't mention taking energy potions!"
They were taking energy-boosting pills while wasting their energy on rubbing the pills. They looked stupid no matter how you looked at them.
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