Chapter 229: He's Just Remembering Your Grandfather
‘Chen Changsheng’ used Taiqing Sword to reach outside the spiritual cage, stood under the high wall, and looked down. What he saw was a deep and hazy place, and he didn’t know what was inside.
He pondered for a long time, then grabbed the Taiqing Sword and threw himself into the high wall.
For a moment, the vision in front of me was extremely dark. After a moment of trance, brightness gradually appeared in front of me.
The moment he stepped into this world, Chen Changsheng felt that the spiritual energy in this world was not enough.
When he raised his eyes again, 'Chen Changsheng' saw that he was standing on a mountain. Looking down, he saw a small town standing in the valley, with vaguely visible figures moving around, and it was very lively.
"It's so peaceful..."
‘Chen Changsheng’ felt a little surprised, and then he took steps towards Nafang Town.
Within a few steps, fate came about.
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Chen Changsheng returned to Liuyun Temple.
The first time he entered the door, he saw Mo Yuan spitting out sparks in the courtyard. He had learned a little about the Samadhi True Fire, but he was not very proficient. Once he got started, he wouldn't be such a spark.
"Sir is back."
Mo Yuan said something, then stepped forward and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, who is that third prince? He has such a powerful magical power, so he just gave it away."
Chen Changsheng said: "He is not a human being."
Mo Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was saying: "Is it a demon? Even I can't tell."
"It's not a demon either."
Speaking of which, Chen Changsheng couldn't tell what kind of existence this third prince Nezha was. He was neither a dharma form nor a remnant soul, which made people feel strange no matter how he looked at it.
Chen Changsheng said something more, then waved his hand and said: "This Samadhi True Fire is an extraordinary magical power. If you practice it well, it will be combined with your dragon's breath. I think it will be quite powerful."
Mo Yuan nodded and said, "This is natural."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly, and then walked towards the backyard. Halfway there, he warned: "There will be a young man coming up the mountain tomorrow morning. Please ask him to burn three sticks of incense in the temple and then meet me in the backyard."
Mo Yuan was thinking about the third prince, and after hearing his husband's instructions, he quickly agreed.
"Yes, sir."
He watched his husband walk into the backyard.
Mo Yuan slowly came back to his senses and muttered: "It's not a human or a demon, monk? It's impossible, what else can it be?"
He didn't bother to think about this minor matter, so he continued to practice Samadhi True Fire after arriving at the gate of the temple.
Although the flames waxed and waned, he still enjoyed it.
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Early the next morning, the sky was still a little gray, and the forest was particularly quiet, with only some wildflowers and weeds growing quietly.
"Knock knock..."
A knocking sound came from the door of Liuyun Temple.
I saw the young man standing at the door wearing a short shirt with some holes in it. His complexion was dark and his face was gray.
"Creak..."
The viewing door was opened from the inside.
The young man looked at the person in front of him and called out: "Uncle Mo."
Mo Yuan glanced at him and said with a smile, "It's you."
Zhang Xiaoliu has often sent things to the temple over the years. Every New Year or festival, he would also come to bring some food to Mo Yuan. As time went by, Mo Yuan got to know Zhang Xiaoliu's son.
"Sir said that a young man will come up the mountain. Who do I think he is? Come in."
Mo Yuan said something and then walked towards the temple.
Xiao Qi followed closely, and he took a look inside the Taoist temple. It was still the same as before, nothing had changed.
He asked: "Uncle Mo, my father asked me to come up the mountain, but he didn't tell me what to do. What exactly was it?"
"You don't know?" Mo Yuan was a little surprised.
"Um."
Xiao Qi nodded and said, "It's so mysterious, I didn't tell you even if I asked."
Mo Yuan shook his head and said, "You probably won't be able to find the answer if you ask me. You can find out later by asking sir."
Xiao Qi was stunned and said: "My father told me to listen to Mr. Chen Wei after I go up the mountain, but I haven't met that gentleman yet. Although I often hear my father mention it, I always feel unfamiliar if I haven't met him before."
"We are no longer strangers once we meet."
Mo Yuan smiled, he took Xiao Qi to the main hall, and then picked up three short incense sticks from the incense table and handed them to Xiao Qi.
Mo Yuan said: "After you burn these three sticks of incense, go to the backyard to find Mr."
Xiao Qi nodded, then knelt before the statue and kowtowed sincerely three times before inserting the incense candle into the furnace.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Uncle Mo, don't you want one?"
Mo Yuan shook his head and said, "I won't."
Xiao Qi pursed her lips after hearing this, and then walked towards the backyard.
Speaking of which, he has been here with his father many times, but he has never entered this backyard.
Xiao Qi looked around. As his vision widened, he saw the flat trees standing around the yard. Between the trees, there seemed to be two tombs standing there. There were some fruits and fruits placed in front of the tombs.
Burned out incense candle.
Turning his head again, he saw the pavilion.
I saw a gentleman in green shirt standing among them, writing something with a pen.
Xiao Qi walked forward slowly, and he was about to speak, but hesitated and did not disturb Mr.
Chen Changsheng raised his head, turned to look at him, and said, "Come and sit."
Xiao Qi paused, then walked into the pavilion and sat down next to Mr.
"I've met Mr. Chen." Xiao Qi lowered his head slightly and said.
The pen in Chen Changsheng's hand never stopped, and he asked without looking back: "What's your name?"
"My name is Xiaoqi, Zhang Xiaoqi." Zhang Xiaoqi replied.
"Xiaoqi..."
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen thought it was your nickname, but I never thought it was actually a word. Your father is..."
Zhang Xiaoqi said: "Dad, he is not very good at naming, but Xiaoqi is pretty good, easy to pronounce and write."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "Your father was also the owner of a restaurant. Although he didn't say much about his knowledge, he knew a lot of people. He didn't just give you the name casually. It is related to your grandfather.
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"My dad used to talk about my grandpa all the time. It was many years ago."
"Do you know your grandpa's name?"
Zhang Xiaoqi shook his head and said, "Dad never said that."
"I've always seen him when I went to burn incense."
"Yes, I have seen him before, but I was too young at that time and couldn't read. Later, my father sold the restaurant and went outside. At that time, he told me not to go and offer incense to my grandfather. My father said that I could only wait until
I can only meet my grandpa when I have made a difference."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng sighed and said, "He feels that he has no shame in seeing your grandpa again after losing the restaurant."
Zhang Xiaoqi asked curiously: "So, what is grandpa's name?"
"My name is Zhang Wudi."
Chen Changsheng said: "Your father originally didn't have a surname and was only called Xiao Liu. Later, your father asked him to worship at the ancestral hall, so he had a surname. When he came to you, he was called Qi."
"He gave you this name because he remembered your grandpa."