Chapter 1281 Master Invites Me for Tea
"well."
Zhang Chengxuan sighed and handed him one of the bowls of tea.
He looked at him with some sympathy. "Here, this may be the bowl of tea you've been longing for. There won't be another one like it."
The man stared blankly at the clear tea in front of him, feeling an overwhelming fear for the first time in his life. He suddenly dared not drink the tea.
"Drink up. People always have to take responsibility for their mistakes, even if they've been deceived. They have to face it." Zhang Chengxuan said gently. "My master gave me a magic weapon. Even without your birth date and time, I can see your past."
The old Taoist priest felt his hands being released, and he shakily held the tea, drinking it all in one gulp.
Feeling as if two heavy stones had been lifted from his heart, he held out his teacup, "Pour me another cup."
Zhang Chengxuan poured him another cup, his gaze sharpening.
"But you can't blame everyone else entirely. Smart people know that when you start a family, the home is your own, and your wife is your family. It's a pity you don't understand. You value your fair-weather friends the most, and you believe that nonsense about women being like clothes. You've been completely deceived by your so-called friends. What do you have to be sad about? The one who's suffering the most isn't you, but your wife who has been with you for so long. Is what you see necessarily the truth?"
Zhang Chengxuan sneered, "Meeting you is the worst thing that has ever happened to her; she's just here to collect debts."
The old Taoist priest's hand trembled, spilling half the tea, and he asked shakily, "She didn't betray me?"
“Actually, you already suspected it, didn’t you?” Zhang Chengxuan picked up the teapot, added water, and smelled the aroma of burning apricot wood. His tone was still somewhat tolerant. “You had your suspicions back then, but since you had already made a mistake, you might as well just go with the flow and shift the blame to someone else.”
"Pfft~"
Suddenly, the person on the ground coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"No, no, it's not true, it's your trick, she clearly... clearly..." He choked up and couldn't speak.
"What do you mean, 'clearly'?" Zhang Chengxuan sneered. "Are people belittling you and your wife because your wife is bad?"
"You don't even understand this principle, so what divine path are you seeking, or how can you ask for immortality?" As he spoke, Zhang Chengxuan couldn't help but add, "For a person without virtue, immortality is punishment, a curse. Haven't you realized that?"
"..." He dug his nails into the ground so hard they broke.
"Don't you understand? You'd go to great lengths for your brothers? You wouldn't betray them?"
Zhang Chengxuan said no more, lest he spoil his enjoyment of tea.
"Guo Yong, Guo Yong, you really are... Why did you do this to me, why!"
Zhang Chengxuan looked up, "Where is he?"
The person on the ground roared and cried for a while before taking out a bead from his pocket and crushing it.
"I want to see him! I want to get to the bottom of this in person!"
Zhang Chengxuan asked his master, and after confirming that his master already had a clue, he casually said, "Wait."
Less than half an hour later, Song Chunxue returned.
She also brought potatoes for her senior classmate, planning to roast them nearby.
"Huh? What's wrong with him?"
The person on the ground was disheveled, covered in yellow dust, as if he wished he could burrow into the earth.
"He brought this upon himself, so let him go." Zhang Chengxuan sliced the potato into pieces and placed them around the tea stove. "How is Alai?"
"He's alright, there's no danger to his life, but you'll need to give him more guidance in the future." Song Chunxue sighed, "I just wanted to stay there peacefully, but I didn't expect there to be so much going on."
"You're just idling around anyway. If you were allowed to idly play chess while the lamplight flickers, wouldn't that be too pleasant? Even immortals aren't as carefree as you," Zhang Chengxuan said irritably. "They are clearly your three disciples, yet now I have to take care of them. Who can I complain to?"
“Let’s make a deal. I can stay away from you for the next six months, but after six months, you need to let me take a break. I’m not greedy, a month is enough.”
Hearing his pitiful expression, Song Chunxue smiled and agreed, "Okay, I promise you, I can give you two months."
"Aaaaaaah!"
The people on the ground suddenly went mad, frantically tearing at their hair.
Song Chunxue was startled. "Did he take the wrong medicine?"
“If only that were true,” Zhang Chengxuan silently raised his hand, tossing the person away, and said succinctly, “He valued his friends over his wife, and even caused the death of his wife who had silently sacrificed for him, as well as his child… Never mind, let’s have some tea, and perhaps we can chat about some interesting things that happened on your estate.”
Song Chunxue blinked. "I thought you were going to talk about Xie Zheng again."
"Oh? You're willing to talk again? You don't miss him anymore?" Zhang Chengxuan started the fire again to make tea for her. "I thought you insisted on staying alone in that courtyard because you wanted to silently savor the bittersweet memories you've shared over the years..."
Song Chunxue tossed a green walnut onto his forehead. "Tsk, you're quite knowledgeable, aren't you? Where did you learn those words?"
It's sweet and sour, how can it not be sweet?
"Did you know that Qi Yun gave him that folk remedy?"
Seeing that she was no longer so gloomy and depressed, Zhang Chengxuan guessed that she must know something.
Song Chunxue took out two steamed buns she had made herself. "Yes, I know."
“No wonder, I knew it.” Zhang Chengxuan breathed a sigh of relief. “I was really worried that you would fall for someone else. Otherwise, when Xie Zheng realizes it, he’ll probably cry.”
Song Chunxue was too lazy to argue with him. Was she really that impatient?
"Ahhh..."
Suddenly, they heard the man's ghostly wailing. The two immediately stood up to look and found that the bound Taoist priest had rolled down the mountain on his own.
Should we save them?
“Forget it,” Zhang Chengxuan sat down again. “I guess he doesn’t want to live anymore. Some things can’t stand scrutiny. I guess he has figured out the cause and effect. Living one more moment is just torture.”
“Then…” Song Chunxue shook her head, “He got off too easily.”
But soon, the master returned and threw a sword, stopping the person who was about to roll to the edge of the cliff.
From a distance, Song Chunxue saw that her master was carrying someone else.
"Is it that evil cultivator hiding behind the scenes?" Song Chunxue had just asked when she jumped up in shock. "My God! Are they going to devour each other alive???"
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal was also startled and tried to stop him, but was almost splattered with blood and quickly took a few steps back.
Forget it, let them fight like dogs.
Soon, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal glided up the hillside like a swallow, carrying a dusty bag in his hand.
"Here, go and deal with it." The Moon-Accompanying Immortal's bag was handed to Zhang Chengxuan. "They're all pitiful people."
"Alright, I'll handle it all. Master, please have some tea." He put the bag into his storage ring and took out a white jade teacup, placing it on the low table beside him.
Song Chunxue knew that the bag contained the pitiful souls of the living.
Clearly, the master also taught the senior brother some of the things he was good at, and he has made great progress.
When Song Chunxue saw her senior brother this time, she felt that his complexion was rosier and more radiant than before, and his hair was also shinier, which was a sign of a great increase in his cultivation.
"Very good, everyone is diligently cultivating," Song Chunxue thought. "It's good to have a master to guide us."
"By the way, you didn't just give away those top-grade spirit stones to other people, did you?"
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