Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

Si Tong frowned and looked at the several elderly people in their seventies in front of him and asked, "I just heard you say that you are the 108th generation disciples of my Xuanyue Temple?"

Mr. Xie was the first to come back to his senses, and quickly replied respectfully: "Yes, ancestor, the four of us are the last batch of disciples of Xuanyue Temple."

Si Tong nodded, "I see. You guys wait here for a while. I have something to take care of first."

At this time, Mr. Lu also reacted to the fact that the ancestor had "resurrected from the dead", "Old, old ancestor, where are you going?"

Si Tong turned around and glanced at the four of them, his eyebrows curved, his face showing kindness, and he said slowly, "Where else can we go? Of course, we should go to the cemetery in the back mountain to visit your 'filial' ancestors."

Several old men looked at each other.

Why did they feel that the ancestor’s expression just now was a bit... fierce?

Before anyone could react, Si Tong's figure had disappeared from their sight.

The four of them did not dare to delay and hurriedly got up and rushed to the back mountain.

But as soon as they stepped out of the gate, the originally cloudless sky suddenly changed color, and thunderclouds quickly gathered on the top of the mountain behind.

Old Master Bai pointed in the direction of the thundercloud, his fingers trembling slightly, "Brother, isn't that the place where our ancestors' disciples are buried?"

"Yes, that is the place where the second generation temple master and his disciples are buried." Grandpa Xie responded.

Mr. Lu was a little suspicious. "Looking at this posture, someone who didn't know would think that the ancestor was going to chop up the graves of his disciples!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thunderclouds on the back mountain top made a loud rumbling sound, and deep purple lightning fell one after another.

The purpose of these thunder and lightning is very strong, which is the graves of the ancestors and disciples mentioned by the old masters, that is, their ancestors!

The three people's eyes fell on Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu pursed his lips, looking innocent.

Seeing the terrifying thunder and lightning, they retracted their legs that had stepped out of the gate in unison, still in perfect harmony.

What a joke! The ancestor was teaching his own disciple. How could these disciples, who were more than a hundred generations older, possibly persuade him?

Besides, even if they could be persuaded, Tian Lei and the others couldn’t get close to them at all!

The thunder struck for a full hour before it slowly stopped.

Si Tong sat on an old locust tree, swinging her legs leisurely, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, her red lips slightly curled up in a satisfied smile.

"Since you are all dead, I will forgive you this time. I am not saying anything bad about you. Although you don't need to breathe when you are in a deep state of meditation, you should at least feel my pulse. My heart still beats slightly from time to time. I have taught you this many times. You are really incorrigible! Remember this next time. Do you hear me?"

She stretched out her hand to support herself on the branch, and jumped down from the four or five meter high tree. She landed on the ground lightly as if there was no gravity. The breeze blew up her white dress. She paused for a moment and said impatiently, "It seems there won't be a next time."

He turned his head and looked at the intact tombstones on the hill for a while, then said softly, "Master is leaving first. I will come to see you later."

After chopping off his disciple, it’s time to talk to a few of his disciples to learn what the world will be like a thousand years from now.

After drawing a few random lines in the air with his fingers, Si Tong disappeared on the top of the hill behind the mountain.

However, at the moment before her figure disappeared, a rain-praying talisman flew out of her bracelet and ignited without fire.

In just two breaths of time, heavy rain began to fall from the sky, extinguishing all the sparks caused by the lightning.

At the foot of the mountain, the sounds of fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances could be heard one after another.

It was the old men's drivers and bodyguards who witnessed the lightning striking the mountain and hurriedly called the fire department for fear that it would cause a forest fire.

The mountains here are not low, and it would take time for manpower to go up and check the situation, so the firefighters immediately launched a drone to go up the mountain.

Drones circled in the sky, but soon after they reached the top of the mountain, it began to rain heavily.

The rain was almost as heavy as a waterfall, and it fell specifically in the area that was struck by lightning, which amazed everyone.

After the rain stopped, the firefighters and police officers at the foot of the mountain went up the mountain to check if there were any fire hazards.

The firefighters' leaders stood together, staring at a picture on the tablet with serious expressions, watching it over and over again.

In the picture, a yellow talisman paper with a pattern on it floated over from some direction, and then spontaneously combusted without any ignition point. Just as the talisman paper burned out, heavy rain followed.

Several people looked at each other in silence, wondering if they were seeing things.

However, China's drone technology, both military and civilian, is among the best in the world, and the cameras used on them have a resolution of up to 100 million pixels.

After magnifying the pattern on the talisman paper, every stroke is very clear.

Is this the legendary collision between science and metaphysics?

However, it might be difficult to write this report. Once it is entered, I am afraid that people from above will come to collect evidence and seal the file.

However, at this moment, Si Tong, the instigator, was sitting cross-legged on the high platform, eating melon seeds and listening to the history of the development of the times and the modern history of society, and had no idea what was happening down the mountain.

Four old men in their seventies talked incessantly to their ancestors about the changes of times and some basic common sense of modern times.

Si Tong listened attentively, and the others spoke seriously as well.

Before they knew it, the day had passed, until the four old men's stomachs started to rumble one after another, and Si Tong felt a little embarrassed.

"That's all for today. You all can go back and have your meal. If you have time tomorrow, come back and continue your story with me."

Mr. Xie looked at each other and said, "Grandpa, aren't you going down the mountain with us?"

Si Tong stopped cracking melon seeds, her eyes were a little confused, and her charming appearance made her look a little silly for a moment.

When Mr. Lu saw that Mr. Xie had spoken, he also hurriedly said, "Yes, ancestor, there is nothing in the temple now. The houses all need to be renovated. It is inconvenient to eat, wear, live and travel. Moreover, if you want to understand this era, you will understand it more comprehensively if you come down the mountain and integrate into the city life. Besides, we old guys are doing well in Jinghai City. You don't have to worry about anything. Just enjoy our filial piety!"

Si Tong didn't say anything, thinking: Yes, I can go down the mountain, wouldn't it be easier to understand the present? What's wrong with my brain? It must be that the disciples' gold was plated too thickly, which made her suffocate and lack oxygen, so her brain is not working. Yes, that's it, that's right!

However, as the ancestor, how could she possibly take things from her disciples for free? There was a box of silver in her bracelet, but she didn't know what the currency of this era looked like, and whether silver could be circulated here.

Oh, forget it. There are just too many things to understand. Let’s talk about it after we get down the mountain!

Of course, no matter what she thought in her heart, the expression on her face was as steady as a rock. She acted the same way in front of her disciples before, and now she had to act the same way in front of her grandchildren. After all, she could not lose face as the ancestor.

And the most important thing is that the effect of the fasting pill she took before entering into meditation has long worn off, and she seems to be feeling a little hungry.

Immediately, Si Tong threw away the melon seeds in his hand and said, "You are so thoughtful. Let's go down the mountain now!"