"Amitabha! It's a bad fate after all!"

At the same time, Zen Master Lingyou, who was meditating in the Zen room in the backyard of Tongqing Temple, suddenly opened his eyes, with an expression of relief or helplessness on his face.

"Master? Are you awake?"

As if he heard Zen Master Lingyou's voice, Zhang Chusheng, who had just finished working in the main hall, immediately looked for the voice and asked.

"Go away, I don't have you scoundrels!"

Hearing Zhang Chusheng's voice, Zen Master Lingyou immediately rolled his eyes angrily.

"Master, even if you say so, you have to drink this bowl of soup first."

Pushing open the door of the Zen room, Zhang Chusheng first looked at the situation inside, and then carefully walked to Zen Master Lingyou carrying a bowl of "Heart-Building Soup".

"This is what my senior brother ordered. If you don't drink it, he will definitely beat me to death."

Seeing Zhang Chusheng's "quibble" with a playful smile, Zen Master Lingyou could only helplessly sigh in a low voice.

"I know you should listen to your senior brother. Why haven't you listened to my words?"

"I told you to watch your senior brother and tell him not to go down the mountain and cause trouble again, but you didn't watch him even once."

Faced with Zen Master Lingyou's complaint, Zhang Chusheng, who had long been accustomed to this scene, pretended not to hear it at all and continued to bring the soup in front of him with a playful smile.

Because since Pei Wende began to try to master the key to the "Bridge of Heaven and Earth", the task of delivering medicine to Zen Master Lingyou fell on Zhang Chusheng.

Zhang Chusheng even once wondered whether his unreliable senior brother had taken the opportunity to assign this arduous task to him in the name of "cultivation."

As a result, I, who was quite favored by my master, became the most disliked person at this time in the morning.

"Master, I also want to look at my senior brother!"

"But who asked Sister Qing to side with him? I still expect her to bring me shortbread!"

Listening to Zhang Chusheng's confident "betrayal", Zen Master Lingyou felt angry for a while, and even the previous helplessness was forgotten.

"Just for a shortbread, you forgot your master's teachings?!"

Shaking his head decisively, Zhang Chusheng's next words made Zen Master Lingyou so angry that he no longer wanted to speak.

"Not only shortbread, but also other snacks..."

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"Dad, how long do we have to stay here?"

When I opened the door, I heard the voices of Zhang Chusheng and Zen Master Lingyou in the yard. It was rare to get up early in the morning, so I turned my head and looked at Zou Qiwu.

Just like at home, Zou Qiwu was seen leisurely pouring tea and admiring the scenery in the yard.

For Zou Qiwu, who travels around all year round, his requirements for a living environment are almost “none”.

Even in barren mountains and deserts, Zou Qiwu has never been there.

But in the backyard of this small temple, Zou Qiwu felt a long-lost warmth.

On the one hand, this is because the feng shui and decorations in the backyard are pleasing to the eye, but on the other hand, it is also because Zou Qiwu did not have any purpose in his trip.

So after hearing his daughter's voice, Zou Qiwu, who rarely showed a lazy side, turned his head and asked with some confusion.

"Are you homesick?"

Staring at her father angrily, Yue'er immediately responded and asked.

"Don't you miss your mother?"

Glancing at the angry Yue'er, Zou Qiwu, who knew his daughter Mo Ruofu, asked the same question.

"Is it really because you miss your mother?"

Yue'er's mother is the leader of the Tibetan ethnic minority and a mother who has extremely strict requirements for her children.

Zou Qiwu didn't believe that Yue'er asked such a question because she missed her mother.

"Dad! You are so boring!"

She was immediately stopped by Zou Qiwu's rhetorical question. Yue'er hesitated for a long time before saying angrily.

"You should just follow my words at this time. I really don't know how my mother fell in love with you in the first place!"

Unlike most feudal parents of this era, Yue'er's parents are a typical "loving father and strict mother" model.

Yue'er would act coquettishly and get angry when facing Zou Qiwu, and when she got angry, she would rush up and pull his beard.

But when facing her mother, Yue'er is a standard good girl. Not to mention being stubborn, she doesn't even dare to show a little bit of rebellion.

Because Yue'er's mother really dared to beat people ruthlessly, Yue'er felt this very deeply.

"I also want to know how your mother fell in love with me..."

After taking a pleasant sip of tea, Zou Qiwu's memory seemed to return to that "escape trip" more than ten years ago.

At that time, Zou Qiwu had just helped Zen Master Lingyou "steal" the soul boy.

In order to prevent anyone from following the clues and finding out about him, Zou Qiwu gave up all the family business he had worked hard for in Chang'an and went to Tibet with just a roll of straw mat.

That is the place where Zou Qiwu was born and grew up, and it is also the "scar" that he will have to face sooner or later.

It is difficult to say whether Zou Qiwu's decisive choice to help Zen Master Lingyou was to force him to make up his mind to return to Tibet.

In short, the result is that Zou Qiwu finally returned to Tibet successfully after a lot of hard work.

Then he was attracted by Yue'er's mother and was forcibly brought back to the clan to get married.

"Dad, I want to practice!"

Seeing Zou Qiwu fall into the memories of the past again, Yue'er, who finally stopped hiding her purpose, shouted loudly.

"I know."

To Yue'er's expectation, Zou Qiwu, who had returned to his senses from his memories, did not show the slightest surprise.

"Dad? You know?"

This time it was Yue'er's turn to open her mouth in surprise.

In Yue'er's impression, although her father rarely loses his temper, he has a character and principles that are harder to change than his mother.

She originally thought that even if Zou Qiwu would not oppose her practice, he would definitely not support it.

As a result, she never expected that Zou Qiwu would behave so calmly at this moment, so calm that Yue'er could hardly believe it.

"You walked around for a long time just to talk about this?"

Slowly putting down the teacup in his hand, Zou Qiwu explained softly.

"Your father and I are not those old-fashioned people. I have never thought that girls must marry honestly and then spend their lives getting married and having children."

"I originally wanted you to inherit your father's business and give you one more choice for your future."

"But now that you have decided to practice cultivation, as long as you can convince Wen De, why should I be the evil person to oppose it?"

Zou Qiwu told the truth, but there was one thing he didn't explain.

That is, the path of spiritual practice is far more difficult than normal life. Even if Pei Wende has no sectarian views, he is willing to teach some tips and methods of spiritual practice.

However, given Yue'er's character, it is almost impossible to truly achieve something on this road.

"Speaking of which, Wende should be in the front hall now, right?"
Chapter completed!