Chapter 4: Extremely Poor
Mu Qingzhuo is not an ungrateful person. Duan Anluo saved him and was also his grandfather's chosen adoptive father. He should respect him, but the tone of Duan Anluo's speech was so infuriating!
He's only five years older than him, yet he still wants to be his father.
Just be a dad, at least you act like a dad, be more mature! Can you act a little more like a master?
As a result, Duan Anluo treated him like a child.
Just the kind of play that children play!
Mu Shao was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He had no way to deal with Duan Anluo. He endured it! He cursed his father in his heart!
"No?" Duan Anluo sighed regretfully, stuffing the gifts back one by one, and said as he stuffed them, "It's a pity that my son, who has such a handsome face, has a scar on his eyebrow because of the car accident. The girl he likes doesn't want to be with him because of this scar.
What’s even more regrettable is that he broke his leg and was in a wheelchair for three months. He was still in the hospital when his grandfather was murdered.
What’s even more pitiful is that he couldn’t even attend his grandfather’s funeral…”
Mu Qingzhuo's face grew paler and paler. How could he be so miserable? Could something really happen to Grandpa?
After Duan Anluo finished stuffing the talisman, he casually took out another one and shook his head regretfully, "He's had nightmares recently. He took tranquilizers when he couldn't sleep well. He will eventually die in his sleep. Tsk, tsk, what a good old man."
"Stop talking!" Mu Qingzhuo interrupted Duan Anluo angrily, "My grandfather will be fine!"
Duan Anluo didn't get angry even when he was yelled at. His emotions were surprisingly stable.
Mu Qingzhuo calmed down instantly when he was stared at by his brown eyes.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and said, "Godfather, please save my grandfather."
He admitted defeat and would not even call him dad. As long as his grandfather was fine, he would kowtow to him.
Duan Anluo was satisfied. He took out the gifts one by one and stuffed them all into his adopted son's hand. "Don't worry, for your sake, I will ensure that your grandfather lives a long life."
Mu Qingzhuo was stunned by a series of gifts, and suddenly remembered what Duan Anluo said: "Dad has not lost out". Why... did he feel that he had made a profit inexplicably?
"Godfather, that, my grandfather, and the death of my parents... Ugh!" Mu Qingzhuo's hands were already full, so Duan Anluo simply stuffed the detoxification bead directly into Haodaer's mouth.
This place is good, we can’t lose it.
Mu Qingzhuo was nauseated. Is this thing dirty? Has anyone else eaten it? It's so disgusting!
Duan Anluo suppressed his laughter and said, "I suggest you check your grandfather's driver. You can start with him. Also, if you don't dig up that flower, your grandfather won't live for more than a month."
Mu Qingzhuo's heart was pounding, and the wound that had just healed also felt pain. He knew it, and he would go back and dig it out!
When Mu Qingzhuo was anxious, Duan Anluo suddenly asked, "Hey? How old are you?"
“18.”
"Are you interested?"
"No." Mu Qingzhuo's heart was beating fast. The topic had changed so drastically. Could it be that there was something wrong with his relationship? Why was he so miserable?
Duan Anluo looked at the loser with a look in his eyes, "You must have a bad personality. You say one thing and mean another, and act like a cuckold. Seeing her heart boiling like a hot pot, but her face is colder than a dog's ass. The girl doesn't like you."
Mu Qingzhuo's defense was broken, he couldn't bear it anymore, "Leave me alone!"
Duan Anluo was even more disgusted, "When you were your age, your children would call you dad."
"Aren't you married too?"
"Don't you call me daddy? Our business is full of flaws. You're my son, so I'll be careful not to mess with you."
“You…” Master Mu’s chin trembled with anger.
Duan Anluo said to him earnestly, "Good boy, you must not make me angry in the future, you must not talk back to me, you can question me, but you must not say it out loud, not even with your eyes. You can see that I am not in good health, and I will die if I get angry. If I die, you will be without a father."
Master Mu: "I! You!...Hmm!"
Duan Anluo patted his chest, feeling relieved. From now on, if this unruly son spoke to him loudly again, he would just pretend to be dead, really holding his breath, to scare him to death.
Jiang Feng, who was driving, tried hard to pretend to be deaf. Duan Anluo's terrifying level in his heart increased a lot. His young master was actually being controlled so tightly that he couldn't even talk back.
The two-hour drive ended without another word between father and son. Duan Anluo was truly sleepy, having spent the previous night playing on his phone until late at night. Mu Qingzhuo wanted to ask him more, but he brushed him off with the words, "The secrets of heaven must not be revealed, or Dad's lifespan will be shortened."
Jiang Feng went all the way to the entrance of a dilapidated alley outside the Fifth Ring Road. He looked at the navigation and saw the address displayed inside, which was still more than a hundred meters away.
"Master, our car can't get in. The road is too narrow."
Duan Anluo, who had been sleeping peacefully, finally opened his eyes and asked lazily, "Do you want to go home with me?"
Mu Qingzhuo thought of what his grandfather had said, that he should remember his home, and during festivals, even if no one was there, he should still send gifts.
Another thing is to find out Duan Anluo's background.
He got out of the car and said, "Since we're here, let's go take a look."
It rained last night and the road was wet. The two of them walked on the bumpy bluestone slabs until they reached the door of the deepest and most dilapidated store in the alley.
Looking up, I saw that most of the wall had peeled off, revealing the earth-red bricks inside.
The windows were papered and most of them were wet from the rain, allowing you to see the gray wall inside.
Most of the ivy on the side has died, hanging on the mottled wall in green and yellow. When the breeze blows, the leaves rustle, making the house look completely deserted.
Mu Qingzhuo had never seen such a shabby house in his life. "You wouldn't live in a place like this, would you? Aren't you a master?"
Duan Anluo raised an eyebrow, "What are you disgusted with? I didn't even dig out those losers and give them a beating."
Next to the altar in the living room, a young boy was doing his homework with a sad face. He had a baby face and was not tall. His short hair was trying to stand up, which made him look eight centimeters taller.
Too bad it still doesn't look very high.
Seeing Duan Anluo coming back, Jiang Yuan asked resentfully, "Master, you ran away by yourself? You are not in good health and cannot go out alone."
Seeing Mu Qingzhuo following in, Jiang Yuan swallowed his complaints and asked, "What is this?"
Duan Anluo patted Jiang Yuan lightly on the head. He didn't know what was wrong with this kid, as he was losing his soul at any time.
Leave when you are angry, leave when you are asleep, and leave when you are anxious.
His brain wasn't working well to begin with, and he became even dumber after losing his soul.
He just pats me and I'll be stable for several days.
"Yuan'er, this is my newly adopted godson. You two are about the same age, so you should get along well with each other."
Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, "Godson..."
Sect Leader Jiang counted on his fingers with a mournful look on his face. What would he call his master's son? "I have a great-great-grandfather?"
Mu Qingzhuo's eyes lit up. Is he so senior?
Duan Anluo: "He calls me dad, and you call him brother. You two should talk about yourselves."
Jiang Yuan: Hehehe.
Mu Qingzhuo: No, haha.
Looking at the test paper Jiang Yuan placed on the table, it was full of big red crosses, which was dazzling.
Jiang Yuan packed up in a hurry, afraid of being seen by outsiders.
Duan Anluo coaxed his grandson nonchalantly: "It's okay, just read whichever page the wind blows to. If you don't understand a page, just tear it off. You will understand the rest."
He was indeed angry that Xuanmen's only disciple was so useless.
But on second thought, Duan Anluo, who always protected his children, felt distressed again. With this child's ability, he must have suffered a lot to support Xuanmen alone.
You might be begging under the scorching sun and eventually faint from the heat. Or you might be wearing thin clothes in the cold winter, on a snowy day, fighting for food with a dog, and ultimately not being able to win...
Duan Anluo felt relieved. There were always people who were treated as trash, so why couldn't it be him?
Although he is heartless, extremely stupid, and foolish, his spiritual power is not even as good as that of a monkey, and his talent is not even enough to lead a horse, but he is filial and kind, he can even repair doors, and he is a big eater, eating three bowls of rice in one meal.
He soon convinced himself that his young disciple had many advantages.
Finally, he pulled out the green bell from his pocket. He pinched the lanyard between his two fingers and waved it in front of Jiang Yuan. "This is for you. It's a little toy."
Jiang Yuan happily took it and held it in both hands, "Thank you, Master!"
The pure Taoist Qi on it cheered Jiang Yuan up. This thing was obviously a rare treasure. "Grandmaster, where did you get it? I have a Taoist friend who has a bell, but it's not as pure as this one. I heard his master spent 140,000 yuan to buy it, which broke his family's fortune."
Duan Anluo said nonchalantly, "It's a gift from someone else, just play with it, the favor has already been repaid."
After all, he saved the other person's life. In a few days, the old Taoist priest will be thankful that he exchanged a bell for a life.
At this time, Taoist Qi was already regretting that he did not add Duan Anluo as his friend. He received a notice from the guild that he had to go to the northwest. The young Taoist friend was better at seeing through the secrets of heaven than him.
After all, Mu Qingzhuo was in poor health and felt tired after standing for a while. He wanted to find a place to sit, but after looking around, he couldn't find any place to sit.
This place is so poor that it can only be described in one word: inhumane!
The so-called folk museum is a collection of folk customs. Each place has different customs, so the exhibition is different. Large folk museums are divided into various themes and exhibition rooms. The last legacy of Xuanmen is not categorized and is a hodgepodge.
In the corner of the wall were piled several hoes, vegetable baskets, round stools, and iron hoes used for plowing.
The sedan chair with the label of "the store's treasure" is a shabby one, and it can be seen that it is a wedding sedan chair.
His expression of disdain was too obvious, so Jiang Yuan explained to him, "This is a good thing. A film crew came to buy it before and offered me 300 yuan, but I didn't sell it."
Out of politeness, Mu Qingzhuo could only nod stiffly.
This kid, is there something wrong with his brain?
It's just a piece of junk. It's a good thing that someone is willing to buy it for three hundred yuan. What's so special about it?
Duan Anluo lit a stick of incense for his disciples and grandchildren, then casually ate the offerings while instructing Jiang Yuan, "Throw all these things into the warehouse, remove everything on this wall, and find someone to make a few more tablets. Put up all the fox, yellow, white, willow, and ash tablets."
The hundred Buddhas of Buddhism, the hundred immortals of Taoism, the hundred gods of folk culture, and the hundred ghosts of the underworld are all offered to me.
I don't care about your background. When something happens, just give me orders immediately. Anyone who doesn't obey can get out of here. I don't want to keep any idle people here.
By the way, put the God of Wealth in the middle."
Jiang Yuan followed suit and ate from the offerings, "Master, why do you need to hang so many? We haven't even invited any gods yet, not even one."
"Silly boy, don't you know how to catch it?" Duan Anluo took the snow rice cake back from the child and gave him the one in his hand.
What a little fool. He eats because these prodigal sons are filial. You eat because you are stealing your ancestors' food. You are not afraid that these prodigal sons will spank you in your dreams in the middle of the night.
Jiang Yuan scratched his head and worked while eating. It was the first time he heard that gods were not invited but captured.
Although the era in which our master lived was particularly open-minded, no matter how open-minded it was, in ancient times, gods were respected. Our master even dared to capture gods, which was definitely an explosive existence in those days!
Our ancestors are mighty!
Our ancestors were awesome!
Jiang Yuan praised Duan Anluo in his heart with limited words, then suddenly remembered, "Master, my friend said he'll be here soon."
"I know. It'll take half a cup of tea, maybe two or three minutes." Duan Anluo turned to look at Mu Qingzhuo, who was standing next to him. "You should go back. Remember where the door is. You'll come back to see me in three days."
"I'll wait a moment." Mu Qingzhuo originally wanted to leave, but now he doesn't want to leave anymore. He wants to see how Duan Anluo can be so accurate to the minute.
If there really was such a god, he would have taken the matter concerning his second uncle seriously.
At this time, a gray three-wheeled tram turned into the alley. It was not big, only about 1.8 meters long and 1 meter wide, and could barely seat three people.
The car stopped in front of the store. A young boy about the same age as Jiang Yuan got out stealthily. He looked around and made sure that there was no one around this shabby place before he dared to run inside.
At the end of May, the temperature at noon could reach over 30 degrees Celsius. He was still wearing a windbreaker and a hat, covering himself from head to toe, with only his eyes exposed.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks quite bright.
"Yuanzi? Are you back?"
"Han Zhen, you're here!" Jiang Yuan put down the rag in his hand and went to meet him. "Why are you wrapping it like a zongzi? The Dragon Boat Festival is almost over, are you going to put it in the pot?"
Han Zhen was about to cry, "Stop being funny, please save me, I'm pregnant with a monster!"
Jiang Yuan looked at him like a fool and asked, "Do you want to listen to what you said?"
Han Zhen unzipped his coat, revealing his bulging belly. "Look!"
Jiang Yuan was so frightened that he jumped back two meters, "Fuck! How many days have you not pooped?"
Even though Duan Anluo was at peace with himself, he felt a little tired now. "Can't you see the aura coming from him? The resentment, the ghostly aura, the demonic aura, it's so thick that it's about to burst my stomach."
How did he come up with this after not pooping for a few days?
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