After lunch, Ji Heng left first, his voice full of excitement, "Grandpa and Grandma, see you next time."
"Be careful on the road," Zhang Wenxiu muttered. "This child will never grow up."
"Xixi, please sit for a while longer."
"Mmm." Lin Xi tugged at the man beside her. "When are we going home?"
Fu Jingyao lowered his eyes. "You can leave whenever you want."
Lin Xi said calmly, "Let's wait a little longer."
It wouldn't be good to leave now, since Ji Heng just left.
The four people sat on the sofa in silence for a moment.
Zhang Wenxiu saw through her grandson's thoughts; the words "I want to leave" were written all over her face.
The two children now have a stable relationship and automatically share a room and bed.
Aunt Wu is right. Jingyao and Xixi no longer need outsiders to interfere; too much interference will only be an obstacle.
Zhang Wenxiu waved her hand, "Go on, go on, my husband and I are used to taking a nap, we won't see you off."
Fu Jianhua yawned. "I'm sleepy. You all go do your own things. Come back and visit Grandpa and Grandma when you have time."
Lin Xi readily agreed, "Definitely, definitely, I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye, Grandpa and Grandma."
Zhang Wenxiu waved to Fu Jianhua, "Goodbye."
As always, Butler Liu was very professional, personally delivering the items to the car and carrying two large boxes effortlessly by himself.
He maintained his standard smile and said, "Seeing off the young master and young mistress, have a safe journey."
Lin Xi waved her arm, "Thank you, Butler Liu, bye-bye."
She and Fu Jingyao left with two large suitcases filled with the love of her grandparents.
After getting home, we tidied up together, putting out what needed to be put out and putting away what needed to be put away.
Ring ring!
The phone rang, and Lin Xi put down the sweater she was holding and pressed the answer button.
The white-bearded old man's face filled the entire screen.
"Hi, Little Martial Master, have you missed me?"
Lin Xi held her phone further away. "Old man, have you arrived in Yuanqing?"
Master Jingyuan asked, "I am currently at Yuanqing Temple. Is my junior grandmaster here? Please invite him to come with us."
Fu Jingyao leaned closer and nodded slightly. "Master Jingyuan, it's been a long time."
"Wow, wow wow wow wow wow wow..."
A chorus of exclamations erupted on the other end of the screen, drowning out Master Jingyuan's voice. He clutched his phone tightly, yelling, "Get out of here! All of you, get lost! Don't scare our little grandmaster!"
The wailing gradually subsided, and Master Jingyuan chuckled, "Sorry, there are a few too many young disciples in the temple, so it's a bit noisy."
Lin Xi remembered clearly that Yuanqing Temple was mostly filled with old men, with very few young disciples, and even fewer junior disciples.
Nowadays, the Xuanmen sect is in decline, and the number of people with Xuanxue talent is decreasing year by year, making it difficult to recruit new disciples.
How can people get younger and younger after more than ten years?
The old man is definitely lying again.
Master Jingyuan smiled and said, "Little Grandmaster, Little Grandmaster, let me show you around Yuanqing Temple."
He held up his phone high, and a Taoist temple of moderate height appeared on the screen. A golden plaque hung in the main hall, with three large characters written on it: Yuanqing Temple.
The handwriting flows smoothly and powerfully.
However, most of the paint on the outer frame of the plaque has peeled off, making it look dilapidated. It hasn't been replaced for many years, and it's said that the calligraphy was written by a certain abbot.
Lin Xi suddenly had a bad feeling that the old man was going to cause trouble again.
As they walked, Master Jingyuan explained, “This is the temple, where the Three Pure Ones are enshrined. My little grandmaster once stole peaches from the altar. To the left is the dining hall.”
He picked up the chipped bowl. "It's a bowl that my grandmaster broke when he was four years old. I kept it on purpose."
"Follow me and turn left. There's a forest behind you. That's where the young master catches snakes and centipedes, and draws formations to prank the old men..."
Lin Xi's face darkened instantly. "Old man, let's talk about something serious, or I'm hanging up."
Master Jingyuan quickly tried to smooth things over, "Although our little grandmaster is a bit mischievous, he is still very well-behaved. He can eat, sleep, and fight well, so the old folks don't have to worry about him at all, hahaha."
"Come on, let's continue. The dormitory is ahead. Our junior master used to live in this room."
He pushed open the door, revealing a simple room with a small bed, a table, and a chair—nothing more.
The room was cramped; you could kick the bed frame if you turned around. It wasn't even half the size of the toilet in the Imperial Garden.
Fu Jingyao's expression was complicated, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more than that, he felt heartache.
"Did Xixi used to live here?"
"What?!" Master Jingyuan exclaimed. "This is already the best room in Yuanqing Temple. The place I live in only has a hard bed, and I've been living like this for so many years."
Lin Xi suspected the old man was deliberately playing the victim, and she questioned, "It's impossible for nothing to have changed in the past ten years..."
Before he could finish speaking, Master Jingyuan sighed three times, "Alas! Alas! Alas!"
“Grandmaster, Grandmaster, I’m telling you the truth. You’ll understand if you look at the other rooms.”
He pushed open the wooden door next door, and the creaking sound was particularly jarring.
In an instant, five or six fat rats darted out.
Master Jingyuan screamed in terror, "Holy crap! Where did this giant rat come from?!"
He fled in all directions and jumped onto the wooden plank bed.
With a snap, the bed frame shattered into pieces.
A dozen or so mice came running out from different directions. One of them jumped extremely high and almost landed on my face.
Master Jingyuan suffered a sudden cardiac arrest and urgently needed nitroglycerin.
"Help! Help! Someone, hurry up and shout..."
The screen on the phone was a mess; all Lin Xi could hear were screams and the squeaking of mice.
"Ahhh!"
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
"Young Master, help me!!"
Lin Xi was speechless. "Old man, it's just a tiny mouse. Show me the fighting spirit you have when you're fighting zombies."
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