"A golden toad enters my bosom!"
Hearing the extraordinary stories about his father from his own elders, Feng Bingwen became interested, because they were so legendary and even included a theatrical performance that was popular with the working class.
"Really?"
It's no wonder Feng Bingwen would have doubts, because throughout history, countless great figures have fabricated strange tales and attributed them to themselves, adding a touch of mystery to make their next steps go more smoothly.
Of course, based on my impression of my father's personality, he doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing, but what if it was just a coincidence? It's not unheard of in history to interpret two completely unrelated things that happen at the same time and in the same place as one thing.
"Of course it's true. I'm not old and blind. Your dad even brought that golden toad home. And let me tell you, the bumps on that toad's body look just like gold coins. It's actually quite beautiful!"
Hearing her grandson's question, the old woman immediately became displeased. Her eyesight was not what it used to be; she could see things that ordinary people could see, and even see them more clearly. She could even see things that ordinary people couldn't see.
Therefore, in the eyes of some ignorant mortals, she looked lonely and pitiful, not only without children to accompany her, but also with her husband of several decades living far away.
In reality, if she wanted to, her surroundings would always be quite lively; it's just that this noise goes unnoticed by others.
"I'll go check it out later!"
After confirming that his elderly father had indeed picked up a golden toad, Feng Bingwen couldn't wait any longer.
Because he realized that the existence of his own "heavenly scroll" would allow him to clearly see the good and evil deeds entangled in his life, and according to his own will, he could actively use them to obtain what he needed.
The Cycle of Reincarnation
However, in cases where there is no divine book, such as his old father, who gave away all his wealth to do the great deed of helping thousands of families ascend to Buddhahood, he naturally has great merit.
Without the blessing of the Heavenly Book, how to use that enormous amount of merit for good is beyond his control and is entirely random.
"You've finally come back, can't you stay a few more days? Why are you leaving so soon?"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's casual remark, the old man, who was already holding Feng Bingwen's hand, tightened his grip even more, making Feng Bingwen realize his mistake.
"How could that be? I have more time this time and can spend more time with you!"
Taishang Daozi quickly made amends for his mistake and comforted the old man's uneasy heart. He could feel the heartfelt joy of his old man when he saw him.
This made him feel a little guilty. He could understand the old man's feelings, but he didn't have a good solution for the time being. Although the old man's physical condition was different from before because of him, and he could no longer be called an ordinary person, he was not a cultivator either.
"Let's take it one step at a time. I wonder how things are going with Grandpa. If it's a good idea, we can send Grandma over there!"
Feng Bingwen pondered that taking the old man with him was out of the question, as the blessed land he owned was not a place for retirement at all; any piece of land outside would be better than his blessed land.
"Wen'er, do you have anything important to do? If you're busy, don't worry about me. Just focus on your own business!"
Hearing the promise made by his grandson, the old man was not happy, but rather worried.
Over the years, she had come to her senses. After all, she was just short-sighted, but not stupid. Even though she was full of doubts, she didn't ask any more questions.
"I've done everything I needed to do, there's nothing else to do, I can rest for a long time!"
Feng Bingwen smiled.
How long can you stay at home?
"I can't say for sure, but anyway, it should be fine for a year or two!"
"Alright, alright, that's enough, that's enough!"
Hearing her grandson's words, the old woman's face lit up with joy; there was no better news than this.
"By the way, have you met any girls you like while you've been away all these years? If so, don't miss out! You have to hurry up, your parents are eager to have a grandchild, and your grandfather and I are hoping that our family can have four generations under one roof, or even five generations under one roof!"
After chatting about everyday matters, the old man quickly steered the conversation toward Feng Bingwen, but the question caught Feng Bingwen off guard.
"Well, not yet."
The pressured Taoist priest coughed lightly. Although he now enjoys a lifespan of a thousand years and has no need to rush into marriage and having children, this is a matter that cannot be explained to an old man. Although the old man has transcended the mundane world because of him, his thoughts and ideas are still stuck in the past.
"You've been away for so many years, haven't you even met a girl you like?"
The old man's face, which was no longer wrinkled but bore the faint marks of time, suddenly showed a look of disappointment.
In her view, getting married and having children is an inevitable part of life. Even immortals have to go through this process. Even if some immortals live a lonely life, it cannot include her grandson.
"It's not that there aren't any."
Even the Supreme Daoist Master, who could fight the Kunpeng, hesitated and stammered when faced with such a question, his eyes darting around. This was mainly because he was thinking of the pair of sisters who had always been following behind him.
With their cultivation level, they should have already seen the scene of his reunion with his elders, and probably even knew their conversation clearly.
This is a rather infuriating situation in the cultivation world: low-level cultivators have absolutely no secrets when facing high-level beings.
Of course, under normal circumstances, powerful cultivators wouldn't pay attention to the words and actions of lesser cultivators. No one would be so bored as to watch ants fight like a child.
However, this general situation does not apply to Feng Bingwen. Anyone who knows him would most likely be curious about everything about him.
That Yingli Dragon King, and that Vermilion Bird, can be classified into this category.
"Does it exist, or does it not?"
Seeing his grandson's hesitant tone, the old man frowned, but at the same time felt a sense of relief.
Judging from his appearance, he must have a girl he likes. The worst thing is someone who doesn't like anything. She's seen people like that over the years, and they're terrifying. She definitely can't interfere with her grandson's marriage now; he can only rely on himself.
"I haven't actually been to many places over the years, and I've met very few people, and a significant portion of them weren't even human!"
Feng Bingwen considered it carefully, and then gave a rough description of his experiences over the years, trying to gloss over the pressure to get married.
"Not human?"
The old woman wasn't surprised to hear that her grandson was interacting with non-human beings. She had had plenty of such interactions over the years, and apart from being a little scared at first, she was now used to it.
Because she discovered that a considerable number of non-human beings, who could be defined by ordinary people as ghosts or monsters, were even stronger than her, an old woman over fifty. Of course, perhaps they dared not attack her.
But whatever the reason, it is difficult for the elderly to feel awe and fear for things that ordinary people fear. The unknown is the most terrifying thing, and she has now come into contact with it and has a certain understanding of it, and can even be said to be familiar with it.
"The girl you admire, she's not human?"
Contact with species other than humans is not a problem for the elderly; they only care about one thing: whether their grandson's choice of a spouse exceeds the limitations of his species.
"Well..."
The thought of two other deities joining in the fun left Feng Bingwen speechless. Should he tell his grandmother that he was currently craving a dragon's body?
Given her grandmother's changes over the years and her increasing capacity for acceptance, she might be able to process this news quickly.
But the problem lies with that Dragon King, and that Vermilion Bird who is no different from a younger sister. What's the difference between him saying these words and directly expressing his love?
"Wen'er, I've heard that our human race has the largest population. There must be quite a few people like you in those immortal mountains, right? Don't you find any of those fairies attractive?"
Feng Bingwen clearly overestimated his elderly mother's psychological resilience. Although she had touched upon the real world that ordinary people could not even see, she had always stayed within her own little world and had rarely gone out.
"It's not that I look down on them, it's just that I haven't had much contact with them. The immortal sect I'm in has a lot of people. From the time I joined until now, I haven't met more than twenty teachers, senior brothers and sisters, including my master!"
Feng Bingwen was somewhat helpless, but chose to tell the truth and revealed some information about his own sect.
"If our own sect is short of members, we can go and look at other immortal sects. There's bound to be a suitable one!"
The old woman was secretly anxious. Although the people transformed from those mountain spirits and ghosts looked like celestial beings descended to earth, what use was a beautiful appearance? She didn't want her granddaughter-in-law to be nothing more than a human being.
"Um!"
Don't set your sights too high!
"Uh-huh!"
"You're a real man. If you meet a suitable fairy, don't be shy. Be bold and go for her..."
"Okay!"
Feng Bingwen could sense the barely suppressed anxiety in his elder's words. Clearly, his elder couldn't accept species other than humans and had begun to impart some experience to him, even though he felt it was useless.
However, on the shores of Wolong Lake, Feng Bingwen's identity was that of a grandson, and all he needed to do was obediently listen to his elders' admonitions; there was no need for so much nonsense.
"Hehe, Yingli, this is so funny! That kid was so arrogant in front of us, but I didn't expect him to be so obedient when he met such a weak mortal. He didn't even dare to say a word back!"
Just as Feng Bingwen had predicted, his every word and action was observed and heard by the two accompanying deities in the distance.
"That was his elder. Filial piety is the most revered virtue among humans!"
Yingli Dragon King explained, but she still had deeper doubts in her heart.
This Supreme Daoist is so outstanding, how could her direct relatives be so weak? Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.
"Elders? They're too weak!"
Charlene was somewhat surprised. As a born saint, she couldn't understand such a thing. In her clan, as long as the bloodline difference wasn't too great, the older ones were always stronger than the younger ones.
"They are humans!"
"Oh, I see. By the way, are her elders urging that kid to find a Daoist partner?"
"Hmm, more or less!"
Yingli Dragon King nodded slightly. Compared to Zhuque, as a dragon, she had more opportunities and frequency of contact with humans, since humans and dragons could be considered allies.
"Isn't this perfect? Yingli, do you want to come over?"
Charlene chimed in with a grin, saying that her sister's marriage was her biggest concern, and her current goal was to find a suitable Daoist partner for Yingli.
As things stand, the best candidate is Taishang Daozi, who can defeat the Kunpeng, leaving it bloodied and broken, and who can also capture it. As for those good-for-nothings from the Dragon Clan, and her own brother, they are not even in her consideration.
Those good-for-nothings don't deserve it at all.
What did I do in the past?
Even the Dragon King Yingli, who was extremely well-mannered, couldn't help but speak out when he heard the young lady's inappropriate remarks.
"Isn't that kid's elder wanting him to find a Daoist partner? You go and show yourself. If you just show your face a little bit, I bet you'll force that kid to agree!"
Charlene said with great interest that she had full confidence in her sister's charm. After all, as the Vermilion Bird who plays with fire, she didn't mind venturing into the Dragon Palace in the vast ocean, precisely because of the innate Daoist charm he possessed.
"Stop talking nonsense! Didn't you hear? His elders don't want him to find a partner outside the human race!"
"That's because he hasn't seen you yet. Once he sees you, you'd be happy to let that kid marry into the Dragon Palace!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Do you want to provoke the immortals of the Supreme Dao?"
Yingli Dragon King couldn't help but glare at Xia Lin.
"In no mood!"
The mighty Vermilion Bird was shaking its head like a rattle drum.
The higher the level of contact, the more one understands the terror of the Supreme Dao. Unlike lower-level cultivators, who can only know a few legends.
"We're home now. You must be tired from sitting here. I'll make you poached chicken when we get back. It was your favorite dish when you were little!"
"good!"
By the lake, an old man and a young man stood up. The old man made a promise to the young man, and the young man smiled and agreed. Before he came into contact with the Heavenly Book, the best meat he could get his hands on was chicken.
"I wonder how those little flower spirits are doing? Did they get the cultivation methods I left for them?"
As he approached the Feng family's gate, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but recall the flower spirits who had once served him. Those originally unremarkable plant spirits had undergone some changes over the years after his enlightenment. He hadn't had any contact with them during his previous visit home.
"The master is back!"
However, before Feng Bingwen even stepped into his house, he saw a stone lion on one side of his door suddenly come to life and let out a roar!
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