Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Yunxiao had no idea how he grew up. Just then, Zhao Shanhe came over with a few dishes. He said, "Nianhe, I heard you yelling from a distance. Yunxiao was stunted because of malnutrition, but now that he's replenished his body, he's naturally back to normal. Read more when you have time. Don't just stand there. Try your father's cooking."

Zhao Shanhe was so happy that his mouth started to drool again. The two little ones were so focused on the delicious spiritual food that they didn't notice anything wrong with his words. Seeing his two children eating with gusto, he felt so happy.

Zhao Yunxiao felt so happy. She wished her mother could also eat this kind of food. She quietly put the remaining spiritual fruits on the table into her pocket, intending to leave them for her mother to taste.

Zhao Shanhe smiled after seeing this, took out a storage ring and handed it to Zhao Yunxiao. He said, "Yunxiao, it's so uncomfortable to carry spiritual fruits in your pocket. This storage ring is for refining. It contains various spiritual fruits. You can take out and eat whatever you want anytime. Nianhe has three thousand Taoist scriptures in his hand. You can study them together. When you are hungry, eat dragon scale fruits. I have something to do recently and I have to go into seclusion for a while."

Zhao Yunxiao took the storage ring, her heart filled with gratitude and joy, but also a little uneasy. She didn't know what Zhao Shanhe's intentions were. If she knew the other party's true identity, she would not have such concerns.

Yang Nianhe said, "Master, before you go into seclusion, can you teach me the fist technique that can interrupt the acquired spiritual treasure?"

Zhao Shanhe said earnestly, "Nianhe, a good blacksmith must be strong himself. Your master has taught you to use your brain and think more before doing things. Yunxiao is your biological sister, you are not allowed to bully her."

Looking at the backs of his two children leaving, Zhao Shanhe felt that some plans should be brought forward. It was really uncomfortable to be called "senior brother" by his daughter all the time.

Haojing, the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, had fallen into disrepair since King You of Zhou's fiery display of power, and the royal family, the Ji clan, was gradually declining. Had it not been for the Ziwei Emperor's forced continuation of the Zhou Dynasty, Haojing would have long since passed away.

Since the Zhao Trading Company arrived in Haojing, the Great Zhou Dynasty has been revitalized. Recently, over a dozen nations have sent envoys to pay homage and offer tribute, considering themselves vassal states. They weren't doing this to honor the royal Ji clan, but to honor the Zhao Trading Company. Simply by going through the motions, they could take away various advanced technologies and receive support from the Zhao Trading Company, contributing to the prosperity of their nation. Why not?

On Fenghuang Street in Haojing, where every inch of land is worth a fortune, lavish mansions and restaurants abound. Yet, a dilapidated temple stands out, seemingly out of place. Known as Jinshan Temple, it boasts a centuries-old history, legendary for its construction during the reign of King Wei of Zhou. It's said that the Ji family spent nearly all their wealth to recreate the Buddha's golden statue. Later, when King Zheng of Zhou ascended the throne, struggling to make ends meet, he dispatched men to remove the gold from the statue, a truly unethical act.

Emperor Ziwei defied heaven's will and changed the fate of the Zhou Dynasty, while the descendants of the Ji family sought death in various ways. This may be the so-called "fate cannot be violated."

There were only four monks in Jinshan Temple, in addition to the abbot Yuantong, there were his three disciples Liaofan, Liaoming and Xuanzang.

While the two monks, Liaofan and Liaoming, were usually lazy, Xuanzang was the most sensible and well-behaved of the three. With his adorable appearance and amazing friendliness, at only eight years old, he would go out every day to beg for alms to support the four of them.

That day, the young monk Xuanzang went out to beg for alms as usual. Thanks to his adorable appearance and amazing friendliness, his alms bag was quickly filled to the brim. Then, humming a cheerful tune, he skipped and danced towards the Golden Mountain Temple.

At this moment, an old beggar suddenly jumped out from the roadside and hugged his legs. The old beggar looked at him pitifully and pleaded in a hoarse voice: "Young master! I'm so hungry! Please be kind and give me something to eat."

Looking at the ragged and dirty old beggar before him, the young monk Xuanzang couldn't help but feel very conflicted. But in the end, he kindly decided to take a piece of cake from his food bag and handed it to the old beggar, saying with a smile, "Old man, please have some."

The old beggar felt uncomfortable with the monk Xuanzang's expression. So he pretended to be angry and said to him, "Young monk, aren't you monks supposed to be compassionate? But from the look on your face, you don't seem to be willing to give me food."

Hearing the old beggar's accusation, the young monk Xuanzang shook his head helplessly, sighed, and replied softly: "Old man, I know that you are not a real beggar, but a liar."

Hearing this, the old beggar was immediately furious. He stared at the young monk Xuanzang with wide eyes and roared angrily: "Young monk, how dare you slander me! If you don't tell me the truth today, I will never let you go!"

The young monk Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said solemnly, "Old man, if you are really hungry, you can go to the Erlang Zhenjun Temple to pay homage and you will get some food."

The old beggar looked at the innocent young monk in confusion and asked curiously, "Little monk, why did you give me food when you knew I was a liar?"

The young monk Xuanzang smiled innocently and replied, "Old man, as the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Although I'm sure you're a liar, what if you're really hungry? It'll only cost my master a piece of dry food; he won't starve to death."

Hearing this, the old beggar couldn't help but laugh out loud and said jokingly, "Hey! You little monk are really interesting. Why don't you eat less yourself, but ask your master to eat less? Don't you know what it means to respect your teacher?"

The young monk Xuanzang scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "Old man, if I starve myself to death, no one in the temple will come out to beg for food. For the sake of everyone having food to eat, it's better to let the master eat less. After all, skipping a meal is better than having no food at all, right? If you were my master, what would you choose?"

After hearing this, the old beggar nodded with satisfaction, deeply impressed by the young monk Xuanzang's wisdom and kindness. He then asked, "Why don't you ask for more food? That way, you and your master can have more food."

The young monk Xuanzang shook his head and replied seriously, "Wouldn't that violate the Buddhist precept of 'greed'? Monks should be content with what they have and not be greedy."