Patriarch enjoys meal

The playground of Wencang Middle School has been cordoned off, and a row of Taoist priests sitting at the entrance are chanting scriptures inside.

Seeing this, Fang Xuanzhen could only take them to stand not far away and wait.

"There are many bones here, and the seniors have been reading sutras for several hours in order to dissolve the grievances here." Fang Xuanzhen's eyes are full of admiration. This level of resentment may only take half an hour with his skill. Can't hold on.

Zhou was still a little tired, and felt that it would not end for a while, so he just sat on the ground.

"What about the people Hu Muxian invited? Are they all right?"

"They're fine." Fang Xuanzhen said, "I slept all night and didn't know anything. The police asked some questions routinely and sent them away. It's us who are more troublesome."

Fang Xuanzhen sighed: "Where is Kunmu's torn head still lying there, and Hu Muxian who was broken into dregs... I don't know how to explain this to them. The police and school teachers used to show it Look at me with the eyes of a perverted murderer."

Fang Xuan was really wronged, he didn't do anything.

"...This is really not easy to explain," Zhou was a little lucky, he and Tao Jiang 'disappeared' just at the right time, so he didn't have to face these things head-on, "However, you can come out and move freely now, Did you convince them?"

Fang Xuanzhen waved his hand: "Because of some cases related to metaphysics, Qianyang Temple has cooperated with the police several times... There are still some people in it who know the key to this kind of incident. Our temple master negotiated with them for a long time before reluctantly Take off the hat of the criminal suspect on me, but I will not be able to leave Xincheng for some time in the future, and I must cooperate with their investigation."

Judging from his indescribable expression, he knew that he had been interrogated a lot before, and Zhou already had some sympathy for him: "It's okay, anyway, the monitoring facilities in the school were destroyed by Kunmu's hands, even if they suspect you, there is no evidence, Relax!"

Fang Xuanzhen: You say that, how can I relax my heart! ?Don't comfort me from the perspective of me being a murderer, okay!

After a while, the priests over there also finished chanting and came to them.

Zhou Jiran hurriedly stood up and patted the dust off his body, and after tidying up his appearance hastily, he greeted them.

The lowest among these Taoist priests should be Fang Xuanzhen's masters and uncles, and there are several others with white hair and beards who walk tremblingly, Zhou Ji was a little worried.

After the two parties finished their ceremony, Zhou was surrounded by fiery gazes.

"We have all heard from Xuan Zhen that it was thanks to Zhou Xiaoyou that we were able to capture Kunmu last time. This time, it was all thanks to Zhou Xiaoyou's efforts to turn the tide and save thousands of people from the fire... I really admire it Ah!" Saying that, he saluted Zhou Weiran again.

He was really embarrassed to take this gift from a group of seniors whose age was twice as young as Zhou Weiran's, so he quickly dodged away: "It should be..."

A priest with a beard said: "Although Zhou Xiaoyou is young, his cultivation is already impressive. Xuanzhen has made such friends outside, so we can feel relieved." He still looked at him seriously. Fang Xuanzhen reprimanded: "You haven't made any progress in all these years, but you should learn more from Zhou Xiaoyou."

Fang Xuanzhen spoke with some resentment, like a child being dragged by his parents to let him study with the first: "Yes, uncle."

Zhou already had the inexplicable illusion of being someone else's child, so he could only put on a good boy's smile, trying to pass the test by being cute.

A Taoist priest with gray hair and wrinkled face looked at Zhou Jiran with admiration for a long time, and asked, "...haven't asked my little friend about his teacher's inheritance yet."

Zhou Zairan was a little confused: "Well... this... my teacher is very busy with daily affairs, and most of me are... self-study."

After hearing his words, the Taoist priests couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised, even their temple masters usually take time to care about the disciples' cultivation in the temple, this Zhou Xiaoyou's master doesn't know what his identity is, and the disciples rely on self-study in daily life. .....It is so irresponsible.However, he can reach this level by self-study. It can be seen that the talent is so high that the Taoist priests can't help but cherish their talents, and they are even more dissatisfied with his teacher in their hearts!How can such a good seedling not teach well!

If Zhou already knew what they were thinking, he would probably shout: What virtue and what ability!He is not worthy of God's one-on-one attention to guide his practice all the time.

A hale and hearty Taoist priest stepped forward and patted Zhou Weiran on the shoulder, his voice was very loud and powerful: "Master leads the door, and cultivation depends on the individual. Although your master is not very responsible, you can cultivate to such a state by yourself. , It just shows that you are very talented, you can come to our Qianyang Temple to exchange and discuss Dao when you have time!"

No, I think my teacher is quite responsible... Zhou already made a silent apology in his heart.

"Extremely! Extremly! It just happens to teach the juniors in the audience to know that there are people outside of them, and every one of them will have their tails raised to the sky."

"That's right! My little apprentice really told him one sentence, he can answer ten sentences, and he claims to be the leader of the younger generation of Taoism. He should really let him meet Zhou Xiaoyou."

"It's time to kill their vigor. They haven't practiced for ten years, but they always want to come out to eliminate traitors and help the weak. It's not sure who will help the other like them! I don't even look at Xuanzhen who has been running outside for so many years. It’s not all done.”

Fang Xuanzhen: Do I want to lose face? !What did I do wrong to suddenly diss me? !And how can it be said that nothing has been achieved, isn't Kunmu dead!

Wanting to open his mouth to refute, when he raised his head, he found that the person who said this was the master, Fang Xuanzhen silently closed the microphone, and returned to his little corner.

After the seniors complained enough about their ignorant juniors, they turned the conversation back to Zhou Weiran: "In the journey of cultivating the Tao, the most important thing is to accumulate and accumulate. It's like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. The sooner you step into the road of cultivation, the better. Zhou Xiaoyou has a solid foundation, and he must have worked hard for many years."

"..." Zhou Jiran looked at them as if they were looking at the top students who stayed up late to study every day, and hesitated, "...four months?"

He has added another month.

"..." The priests said, "???"

There was an awkward silence here, when Zhou Jiran heard a familiar voice.

"Already?!"

Looking back, Zhou was overjoyed: "Grandpa!"

Mr. Zhou, who is over 70 years old, is wearing a graffiti T-shirt with ripped jeans and a pair of brightly colored sneakers on his feet. His hair is carefully dyed black with blue-gray at the end. He is very fashionable and handsome. No matter which street you go to, you are always the coolest old man there.

After Mr. Zhou approached, he sized up his grandson carefully. After seeing Tao Jiang standing next to him, he thought for a moment, and then blinked at Zhou.

"Tianshi Zhou!" All the priests bowed to Mr. Zhou.

Zhou Weiran's identity is very clear, it turned out to be Zhou Tianshi's grandson.

That's no wonder, the priests were a little amazed, and there was a feeling that it was so.

There are only a few who can be called celestial masters in the world of metaphysics, and this one has a certain share of the word 'heaven'.

After all, what they cultivate is still the 'way of man', but this one is truly blessed.

Zhou Tianshi is profound in Daoism. He has been in the limelight in the metaphysics circle these years, and has attracted the attention of many people. Everyone in the metaphysics circle knows that Zhou Tianshi is a half-way monk who was taught by Tianmeng.At the same time, everyone knew that the skills learned by Tianmeng were inexplicable and could not be passed on.There are those who regret the loss of the Taoism taught by heaven, and naturally there are those who gloat about it, and there are no heirs.

If you don't say that he is God's apprentice, when they were still lamenting, God directly enlightened his grandson.

After four months of entry, the Taoism may be deeper than those who have practiced for decades. This is really enviable, but it is inevitable that I feel a little bit sour.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they went back to the dormitory to rest, and they were going to chant scriptures again in the afternoon.

After Fang Xuanzhen also left with three steps and one turn, Zhou already sat on the ground as if he had no bones.

Mr. Zhou squatted down with him, leveling the height so that he could talk.

Zhou Jiran patted the ground next to him, and greeted warmly: "Grandpa, sit down, how tired you are from squatting."

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes at him, pointed to the jeans on his body and said, "Do you know how expensive my pants are? You can't wash them often."

Okay, you are a fastidious person.Zhou already tactfully closed the microphone.

"Tell me, what happened tonight?"

The matter of the bronze tripod was strange, Zhou Weiran had originally planned to ask his grandfather to help him with the details, so he quickly highlighted the suspected time-traveling incident to his grandfather.

Mr. Zhou squinted his eyes and touched his meticulously trimmed beard stubble, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't look like time travel."

Is it true that Zhou Jiran thought so at the beginning, but when he recovered, he realized something was wrong.

"It's more like straying into a memory...a memory-woven space."

Mr. Zhou nodded and said, "It's probably the fault of the bronze tripod. It's a pity that the bronze tripod has disappeared when we arrived. Otherwise, with all the seniors there, maybe someone can see something famous on the tripod."

But Zhou felt that it was not that simple. He had experienced it himself, and he always felt that that memory was not from the bronze tripod, but more like...his and Tao Jiang's.

It's just that this conjecture is groundless, and he can only keep it in his heart for the time being.

"Grandpa comes to the new city once in a while, do you want me to take you there?" Zhou already sent an invitation to grandpa.

Mr. Zhou glanced at him and asked, "Where are you going to take me?"

"There are a lot of well-preserved ancient buildings in the new city," Zhou Jiran said as a matter of course: "You should definitely visit here if you come here."

"Come on, I haven't seen enough of these? I don't know how many Taoist temples I visit every year, and those preserved are no worse than these historic sites." Grandpa rejected Zhou Weiran's invitation quite disgustingly, "I didn't come here for Playing, there is business. This matter is not easy to solve, since you are lucky and did not get involved on the surface, just leave quickly. "

"Okay." Zhou Jiran curled his lips. He can guarantee that if what he just said was to take him to a disco, the old man would definitely follow him without saying a word, carrying his bag.

The passenger car parked in front of the school was hired by the Taoist chiefs. Mr. Zhou talked to the driver and added some money. The driver cheerfully agreed to make an extra trip to take Zhou Weiran and the two back to the city.

Zhou Jiran was about to get into the car, but Mr. Zhou suddenly pulled him back, so Tao Jiang went up first to make room for their grandfather and grandson to talk.

Mr. Zhou took a closer look at Tao Jiang again, and said in a low voice, "You've only been a few months old, why don't you learn as much as you can... dregs? Look how many 'masters' with beautiful assistants are there? Is there real ability? They are all liars... they act very dirty!"

Zhou Jiran was confused: "No...Tao Jiang is a man."

Mr. Zhou glared at him: "Beauty is divided into genders? Let me tell you, since you bring him with you, you must treat him well. Although he is a man, you are not allowed to mess around outside!"

Zhou, who had never messed around before, felt that he was more wronged than Dou E, so he quickly justified himself: "It's just an assistant! Grandpa, don't talk nonsense!"

"Why haven't I seen your grandfather?" Mr. Zhou snorted coldly. What kind of assistants? He has seen countless assistants brought by the "master". The men are usually apprentices, and the women are usually lovers. The two can't accept apprentices... Isn't this relationship clear at a glance?

"All right, all right, this is your own business, I don't care about it, you just have to remember one sentence: either stick to the end, or get together and break up." The old man with a super positive outlook on marriage and love waved his hand and turned away.

"..." Zhou already stood at the door of the car speechless and choked.

Tao Jiang, who had recovered his five senses in the carriage, unconsciously coughed twice, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, everything was fine except for the erratic eyes.

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