"Let's come clean!"
Upon hearing the suggestion from the two little flower fairies, Feng Bingwen lowered his head and pondered it seriously, but in the end he shook his head and rejected it.
"It's not the right time yet, let's wait a bit longer!"
He still hadn't figured out how to tell the two elderly people, "Your grandson, that is, me, awakened my past life wisdom at the age of seven? In fact, I am the reincarnation of a great being, a sage of this world."
The confrontation is simple, but after it happens, how should he interact with his parents and elders at home?
In any case, he could never live such a comfortable life again, enjoying the love of his parents and elders. It's not impossible that they would become strangers.
"Sir, how long are you going to wait? You can't keep this a secret forever, can you?"
Bo Yao leaned on Feng Bingwen's shoulder and asked curiously.
"Of course, it's impossible to keep it a secret forever."
Feng Bingwen scooped up the little black cat curled up at the foot of the bed, held it in his arms, and rubbed its soft belly amidst the cat's dissatisfied meows.
"It will have to be made clear sooner or later, but not now."
"When?"
Su Ya, the white peony spirit whose intelligence was gradually awakening, pressed for an answer.
"Let them find out on their own. That way, they'll be mentally prepared. If we tell them directly, I'm afraid they won't be able to accept it right away."
As Feng Bingwen spoke, he rubbed the little head of the black cat in his arms. The cat was already a year old. Although it had an extraordinary origin, its body had grown up.
"Although Xiao Hei messed things up, it was also a lucky accident. The old man has already discovered it and will probably observe Xiao Hei more closely in the future. He will eventually notice something different and then guess that it is me."
"this……"
The two little flower fairies looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"I'll tell them the truth when they notice I'm different."
Feng Bingwen said earnestly.
Since he acquired the Innate Five Elements Dao Body, his body has naturally possessed many innate abilities: he can not drown in water, cannot be burned in fire, cannot be injured by ordinary iron, can ride the breeze without falling, and can maintain his strength while standing firmly on the ground...
The mysteries are too numerous to describe, and Feng Bingwen has yet to fully understand his own body's secrets. But one thing he is certain of is that even when he sits still, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth spontaneously gathers around him.
The place where he lived naturally gave birth to many spiritual beings. Although his cultivation level was not high at the moment, he could not see any mystery in a short time. However, over time, the Feng family mansion where he lived still gave rise to all kinds of supernatural phenomena.
Even with his will to suppress them, the two elderly people still noticed something was amiss because they lived close to him and because Feng Bingwen took special care of them.
Even the old man, who originally didn't believe in ghosts and gods, started collecting a large number of books about gods, demons, and strange phenomena.
It wasn't that the old man's thinking had changed, but rather that in the year after Feng Bingwen's return, the old man encountered more supernatural events than he had in his previous sixty years of life.
Speaking of which, it was Feng Bingwen's father, Feng Zichuan, who went off to do business. Knowing that his decision had angered his father, he spent the years collecting a lot of well-known stationery and ancient books and sending them back to please the old man.
Normally, wealthy people like to collect these things, which is not a big deal. Even for historical artifacts, it is extremely rare for them to develop spiritual power.
However, the Feng family mansion is different from ordinary wealthy households. It is inhabited by a person with an innate Dao body destined to become an immortal. From the very beginning of his cultivation, he has refined the innate five elements of immortal spiritual energy.
This kind of celestial energy can give life to even the most beautiful flowers, withered trees, weeds, and stubborn rocks if it touches them. Not to mention those old artifacts that are already highly likely to give birth to spirits.
Feng Bingwen's daily cultivation could not possibly reach a state of perfection, for even the evolution of the Heavenly Dao has its limits, let alone his daily cultivation.
Therefore, in his daily life, when he circulated his inner energy, the wisps of immortal spiritual energy that unintentionally dissipated, which were insignificant to Feng Bingwen and had no impact on him, became the opportunity for everything in the Feng family mansion.
Although the rocks and weeds in the Feng family mansion have now developed sentience, they are nothing compared to the antiques and artifacts that the wealthy and filial Feng Zichuan specially retrieved for his father.
These ancient objects, which have existed for thousands of years and have a long history, have a better foundation for nurturing spiritual essence than ordinary objects. Given the right opportunity, they can attain enlightenment in a single day.
When Feng Bingwen was cultivating, the immortal spiritual energy he unintentionally released was a stroke of luck. Naturally, the old mansion of the Feng family has the most old objects.
Therefore, even with Feng Bingwen's suppression, the old man could still sense something was wrong. Sometimes he would find a landscape painting with wet ink on the table, or his usual writing implements would be moved, and so on.
Nobody's a fool. Even the farmhands and servants in the house could sense that something was wrong with the Feng family's residence. However, nothing ever happened, so no one made a fuss. It's hard to find a job that pays well, is easy, and has little work.
In the old house, the farmhands and servants who had to make a living could pretend to be deaf and dumb and ignore those obviously strange and bizarre things, but Old Master Feng could not deceive himself.
To be honest, the old man was the most knowledgeable person in this house. He had read books and even studied abroad. But as people get old, their mental strength may decline, and they may just drift along, thinking that they were old and blind and hadn't seen things clearly.
But the old man's energy is getting stronger every day, so his mindset is naturally different. He can't tolerate even the slightest imperfection.
"In that case, sir, should we tell Little Gold and Little Silver that they don't need to hide them so well?"
Upon hearing that Feng Bingwen had made up his mind, the two little flower fairies began to offer their suggestions.
A person should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence. Having followed Feng Bingwen for several years, they have undergone a complete transformation and, to some extent, hold high positions of power in the Feng family's old residence.
"We should still hide them well. There are still quite a few mortals in my mansion. We shouldn't frighten them."
"And what about in front of the old master and the old lady?"
"It's okay to show up in front of my father-in-law occasionally, but as for my grandmother, there's no need for that; she has her flock of geese to keep her company."
Feng Bingwen shook his head. The old man's ability to accept things was definitely stronger than the old woman's, but probably only by a limited margin. So the old man should explore and discover things for himself.
"Okay, okay, I'll go tell Little Gold, Little Silver, and Little Ink right now."
Little Peony exclaimed excitedly, flapping her petals and wings on her back as she circled around Feng Bingwen.
"Silly Suya, have you forgotten? Today is the day the master preaches. There's no need to inform them. They will all come at midnight."
Upon hearing this, Bo Yao couldn't help but roll her eyes and said irritably.
"That's right, today is the day the master preaches and spreads his teachings!"
Little White Peony suddenly realized, and a look of anticipation appeared in her eyes.
"Master, Master, have you decided what you want to say tonight?"
"It was all arranged long ago."
Feng Bingwen smiled calmly.
This was a rule he established after discovering that many spirits and demons had sprung up in the old house.
If an ordinary cultivator were to have a spirit born in their cave, and they were rather indifferent, they might simply erase these fragile and delicate spirits to avoid trouble.
Of course, generally speaking, experienced cultivators will set up spirit-suppressing arrays in their caves to prevent the objects they use daily from giving birth to spirits and causing trouble—this is not the same as magic treasures and spiritual treasures developing spirituality.
But Feng Bingwen did not want to erase these spirits and souls, and there was no particular reason; he simply did not want to.
Because these spirits were born from the immortal energy that he inadvertently lost during his cultivation, Feng Bingwen took full responsibility for this cause and effect, and every once in a while he would summon these spirits and impart the Dao to them.
It is worth mentioning that each time the teachings were imparted, the Heavenly Book would grant a few thousand merit points, which was an unexpected bonus. Feng Bingwen had not expected that there would be merit point rewards for this.
With the moon high in the sky and stars filling the heavens, just as the yin energy that filled the world reached its peak and began to decline, the once silent Feng family mansion suddenly became filled with commotion.
The first thing to move was a broom among the many cleaning tools placed in the courtyard. This rather old broom, which had been worn quite a bit, seemed to be held by an invisible person, hopping and skipping away from the courtyard and heading towards the courtyard where Feng Bingwen was.
At the entrance of the Feng family's residence, a gentle breeze blew by, and one of the lanterns detached from its hook and began to sway in the wind, its faint candlelight standing out prominently in the night.
In the serene courtyard, moonlight, like water, poured onto the neatly arranged blue bricks. Suddenly, one of the bricks trembled twice, then bounced up. After a moment of silence, two small stone legs sprouted from its base, swaying as they walked towards Feng Bingwen's courtyard.
After midnight, the Feng family mansion, where almost everyone had gone to sleep, became lively again. In an instant, the place became a paradise for spirits and monsters, with moving objects and flowers everywhere.
Most of them are very ordinary things: a foxtail grass, an oil-paper umbrella, a paperweight, or even a stubborn stone that can be seen everywhere.
However, there are also some slightly special ones, such as Confucian scholars holding books and incense burners, and graceful ladies who seem to have stepped out of a painting.
Regardless of how ordinary or how outstanding they were, they all gathered in the same courtyard. Upon entering, they each bowed respectfully to the child sitting under the eaves of the house, expressing their reverence.
Who else could it be but Feng Bingwen, sitting upright under the eaves, worshipped by so many demons and monsters?
At this moment, Feng Bingwen was dignified and solemn, with five-colored fairy light shining on his body. Beautiful flower fairies stood on both sides of him. On his left was a boy in blue robes holding a memorial, and on his right was a majestic, ferocious, eight-armed evil god.
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