The next day, it's dawn.

But when it was dark, Ji Qiu's father woke him up.

The farmer forced a smile, and after taking Ji Qiu to eat his last meal, which was considered a hearty meal for this poor family, he opened the door with him.

Ji's father did not reveal the purpose of his trip, he was shameless.

And Ji Qiu didn't ask, because he already knew.

The two, one big and one small, were walking on the road. Although they were father and son, they were more like strangers. There was a faint sense of alienation lingering between them.

The destination of Ji's father's trip was a small county town dozens of miles away. It was also the farthest and most prosperous place he had ever visited in his life.

There is a severe drought at the moment, and the people in the same village are too busy to take care of themselves and want to exchange some money. Only the squires from the big families in the county are willing to spend some money to take in children of this age, buy their deeds, and serve as slaves.

If nothing unexpected happens, if the contract of betrayal is really handed over to others, even if you have extraordinary abilities in this life, it is estimated that it will be difficult to escape from slavery, let alone stand out.

But as long as fate is involved, there will be variables that are difficult to reach.

One second he was just a pawn of a trafficker, but the next second he might have a chance encounter with a fairy and embark on a path to immortality.

There are also people who are born as princes and ministers, but the next moment they are captured alive by the rebels and become prisoners of the rank and file.

Fate is so wonderful and mysterious, and ordinary people can't guess what is going to happen.

Mountain darkly, vista.

Just like at this moment, Ji Qiu silently followed Ji's father on the edge of the only official road outside the village, and glanced at the tall monk in gray robes with a solemn face from a distance.

From then on, the trajectory of his life took another fork in the road and was never the same again.

"Um?"

Jingming, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, felt the gaze and stopped.

He looked at the two figures not far away, looking at the silent child being held by the farmer man with a yellow face, he pondered for a moment and walked forward.

"This kid..."

Jingming has been traveling all over the country for so many years, and now he is an elder of the Xuankong Temple, and he is considered accomplished in martial arts.

But after all, when he was in his forties, as his vitality and blood began to decline, Jingming knew in his heart that he was destined to be hopeless in this life.

For some reason, the little child he saw in this countryside made him want to find someone to carry on his legacy.

It's kind of fate.

"Amitabha, this donor, I wonder where you want to go with this child?"

The tall gray-robed monk had a calm expression, placed his left palm on his chest, nodded slightly to Ji's father, and then asked.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his energy and blood are strong. Even though he is covered by the large monk's robe, Jingming's strength still makes this peasant man a little scared, so he told the story of what happened.

After listening, Jingming was a little silent. After a long time, he let out a long sigh:

"The world is like a sea of ​​suffering. When a severe drought occurs, all living beings become even more miserable."

“I don’t know when God will rain down rain to save all sentient beings.”

After Jingming finished speaking to Ji's father, he looked at the quiet Ji Qiu in front of him. Seeing his calm demeanor, he felt more and more pleasing to the eye.

"Donor, can you let this poor monk see this little boy?"

Maybe, this is fate.

The gray-robed monk, who firmly believed in Buddhist cause and effect, had a suspicion in his mind.

If this kid has decent qualifications and can inherit his mantle, he might as well take him back to the mountain gate and train him properly.

Although it happened by chance, it was still a good deed.

"Of course, master, please do as you please!"

Seeing some monks admiring Ji Qiu, Ji's father was naturally overjoyed.

Although he is just an ordinary person, he has heard a little bit about these martial arts masters who practice martial arts.

In the past, these were rare guests from all over the country!

If my boy can be valued by him, he might be able to get a good future in the future. It is better to be a monk of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha than to be a slave and live like a piece of grass...

And more importantly, the price that such an expert can offer is not necessarily low.

At least it's much better than the vicious exploitation of the big families in the upper township of that county...

This man with a sallow complexion was constantly calculating in his mind and had a lot of thoughts.

Just as he was thinking about it, a surprised cry came out of Jingming's mouth:

"Huh?"

"Good bones!"

"It is just a good material for practicing martial arts!"

The gray-robed monk leaned down and touched Ji Qiu's bones back and forth, and joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Innate talent can determine mediocrity from genius.

Although martial arts does not pay as much attention to spiritual roots and body as the immortal way, it still has a rough measurement method.

But for Ji Qiu, who has been gifted with seven exquisite orifices since his birth, he is even qualified to seek immortality and visit Taoism, let alone practice martial arts.

If his martial arts qualifications were placed in the ordinary world, he would definitely be at the top level!

So naturally, Jingming got the result he wanted. At that time, he paid Ji's father a sum of money, and then left with Ji Qiu satisfied.

"My child, this poor monk is Jingming, the elder of Xuankong Temple."

"From now on, I will be your master."

"Xuankong Temple is arranged according to seniority, regardless of ordinary names. For the master's name, Jingming, you can call it... Zhenru."

"Neither real nor false, neither true nor false, but true. It is a good dharma title, worthy of your temperament."

After traveling all the way and thinking carefully for a long time, Master Jingming nodded and finally decided on the title for Ji Qiu, feeling quite satisfied.

It was only then that Ji Qiu started to take action from his silence.

The small body stood as tall as a pine tree, with a straight spine. Although he was young, he was well versed in etiquette. He bowed to Jingming, who was just speaking in front of him:

"Thank you, Master, for giving me the name."

"In fact, I have known what my father meant. However, my disciple is from a poor family and has no other choice, so I don't blame him."

"I am extremely grateful to you for joining Master today. I will serve Master wholeheartedly from now on, in the name of all disciples!"

The words spoken by children at such a young age still sound childish.

But the meaning behind it made Jingming moved on the spot.

How can a three-year-old child understand such truth?

Seemingly sensing Jingming's doubts, Ji Qiu remained calm and continued calmly before he could speak:

"Since I was born, my disciple has been very quick to learn anything. The master in the village used to have a school, and my disciples can learn a lot by stealing lessons from the corner for a while."

"Over time, the study of enlightenment can be regarded as completed, so the master does not have to worry about the disciple because he is young."

Seeing the earnest look of the child in front of her, Jingming finally calmed down.

Then, a touch of joy appeared on the face of the gray-robed monk.

He is well endowed, has a pure and kind temperament, is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and can understand such principles.

The most important thing is that you can cultivate it from an early age and know the basics. In time, you will definitely be the pillar of Xuankong Temple!

Is there any better disciple in the world?

At this moment, Jingming was extremely satisfied with his own whim.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Three consecutive words extinguished the excited and happy mood of the gray-robed monk at this moment.

"It's true. It's so wonderful that you have such a character."

"When you return to the mountain, I will inform my first senior brother to personally accept you into my gate and become my disciple in Xuankong Temple!"

"Hahaha!"

I originally wanted to take him with me to investigate for a few years, but now it seems that such a disciple is no longer needed.

If it is true that this child cannot become a disciple of Xuankong Temple, then there will probably be very few people in the world who are better than him!
Chapter completed!