Yangjia Village.
"Dahe family, I heard that your family has contracted Dongshan?" Village chief Yang Youcai has been getting stopped by people lately asking about the haunting of Dongshan. Helpless, he had no choice but to go to their house in person to find out the truth.
Jiang Dahe warmly invited Yang Youcai into the house and casually replied, "Yes, that's true!"
Upon hearing this answer, Yang Youcai stopped in his tracks, a look of disbelief on his face. He pondered to himself:
Back in the day, the youngest son of the Jiang family was a capable and promising individual. Who would have thought that the second son would also be quietly making a fortune?
Moreover, as far as he knew, Dongshan had actually been secretly bought out. The fact that the second son of the Jiang family was able to contract it meant he must have connections and influence. He just didn't seem that wealthy at first glance!
Thinking of this, Yang Youcai quickly put on an exceptionally friendly smile and said, "It's like this, there have been a lot of rumors in the village lately, saying that there are ghosts at the foot of Dongshan Mountain. I came here today to ask about the situation!"
Jiang Dahe was well aware that there was an illusion array specially set up by his daughter at the foot of the mountain, the purpose of which was to prevent ordinary people from going up the mountain to cause trouble.
“Village Chief, look, we’ve already entered the new century! Times have changed. We have to believe in science. What’s the point of talking about ghosts and gods?” Jiang Dahe said earnestly, leading Yang Youcai into the main room to sit down.
Yang Youcai listened to Jiang Dahe's words and nodded thoughtfully, but he also began to have some doubts.
Yes, if ghosts really existed, wouldn't all the villagers have been tormented by evil spirits and unable to live normal lives by now? But they're still living well, full of energy and lively every day, aren't they?
After Yang Youcai sat down, he carefully examined Jiang Dahe, who was about the same age as him.
The two hadn't seen each other for a while, but Jiang Dahe looked as if he were more than ten years younger than himself, radiant and full of energy.
Yang Youcai couldn't help but think to himself:
It's true that being rich is good; when someone has money, they even look younger!
Thinking of this, Yang Youcai turned to Jiang Dahe with anticipation and asked, "Dahe, what kind of projects are you planning to do this year? Can you help us villagers get rich together?"
When faced with Yang Youcai's question, Jiang Dahe did not immediately give a definite answer, only saying that he would consider it.
After seeing Yang Youcai off, Jiang Dahe ran into Jiang Wanwan and Lin Weiguo on his way home.
Jiang Dahe told them what the village chief had said.
"Dad, in my opinion, we can start by taking on apprentices in the village." Jiang Wanwan made this decision after careful consideration.
"Are you really sure about this?" Jiang Dahe asked seriously, wondering what the consequences would be if he made his cultivation public.
Jiang Wanwan smiled slightly and explained, "I've thought it through very carefully. I hope that when disaster strikes, everyone will have the ability to save themselves."
Lin Weiguo nodded in agreement.
So Jiang Dahe turned around and walked towards Yang Youcai's house.
The home of village chief Yang Youcai.
"What did you say?" Yang Youcai was full of question marks. This person had followed him to his house. Was he telling him a myth?
Didn't he just tell me not to believe in ghosts and spirits? To believe in science!
"Brother Jiang, you're not kidding me, are you?" Yang Youcai really couldn't believe that anyone could cultivate immortality; it was too unbelievable!
However, looking at Jiang Dahe, who was serious and earnest, Yang Youcai couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.
Jiang Dahe said seriously, "Do I look like someone who's joking?"
Then, he extended his right hand and gently placed it on the wooden table in front of him. With a slight press, a deep palm print appeared on the wooden table!
Yang Youcai's eyes widened as he stepped forward and touched the uneven handprint on the table, his heart pounding with anxiety.
Yang Youcai hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Then... then how exactly do you plan to take on apprentices?"
“Any young person in the village who is 18 years old or older can sign up, but they need to pass some tests,” Jiang Dahe said.
Yang Youcai thought about it and felt that this might be an opportunity. "Okay, then I'll post a notice in the village and see how many people are willing to participate."
Thus, the news about the Jiang family accepting disciples to cultivate immortality spread like wildfire.
In the afternoon, at the village chief's house.
"Dad, are you leading the way in feudal superstition again?! On my way back, I heard people saying you're cultivating immortality and even taking on disciples?" As soon as Yang Jianjun, the village chief's son, entered the house, he angrily questioned his father, Yang Youcai.
Seeing his son's furious expression, Yang Youcai wasn't angry. Instead, he waved his hand and said with a smile, "What nonsense are you spouting! Come here, I'll show you something!"
Hearing his father's words, Yang Jianjun walked suspiciously to Yang Youcai's side and looked in the direction his father was pointing. He saw a deep human handprint on his family's old wooden table.
"This is..." Yang Jianjun asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Yang Youcai took a deep breath and told his son everything about Jiang Dahe's visit to their home that day.
After saying that, he excitedly added, "I never believed in the idea of cultivating immortality, but seeing Jiang Dahe today, he looks more than ten years younger. This must be the work of a deity!"
However, after listening to his father's story, Yang Jianjun still had an expression of disbelief on his face.
Seeing this, Yang Youcai pointed anxiously at the handprint on the table and said, "Regardless of whether the Jiang family is really cultivating immortality, our family must send two people to see what they are doing in Dongshan. If we can learn this amazing skill, our family will not lose out!"
Yang Jianjun frowned, feeling that his father had acted too impulsively and blindly. Although the mysterious handprint was indeed astonishing, it didn't prove that the Jiang family was truly cultivating immortality.
“Dad, don’t let these appearances cloud your judgment. There aren’t that many gods and secret arts in the world. Maybe this is all a hoax deliberately created by Jiang Dahe!” Yang Jianjun tried to persuade his father to calm down.
Yang Youcai shook his head dismissively, insisting on his opinion: "What do you know! I've lived this long and seen all sorts of strange things. This time there's no mistake, the Jiang family must be hiding some secret."
Yang Jianjun knew he couldn't change his father's mind in a short time, so he could only sigh helplessly.
Therefore, the village chief's family decided to send Yang Jianjun's wife, Zhou Hongmei, and Yang Jianjun's daughter, Yang Xiuxiu, to learn the craft from the master.
Why not let Yang Jianjun go? The answer is always the same: do you still have chores to do at home?
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