Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 179 - 178: Old Monk, You Didn’t Expect This, Did You?

Chapter 179: Chapter 178: Old Monk, You Didn’t Expect This, Did You?

Mianmian’s confusion was soon resolved when visitors arrived shortly after. An old grandfather with a long beard dressed in a Daoist robe came over, introducing himself as Daoist Qing Xu and was accompanied by several young people.

Jin Tai greeted them and they all took seats on the sofa in the office’s waiting area, separated from the desk by a sliding door that easily partitioned off a quiet and comfortable space for conversation.

Seated next to Su Chenjin, Mianmian curiously examined each person, her eyes finally resting on the long, white beard of the elderly Daoist Qing Xu.

In the mountains, only Ginseng Grandpa grew such a long beard that he cherished and never allowed anyone to touch.

The other elders in the family, however, could be touched, but after doing so, Mianmian would get scolded by her mother for not understanding manners and bullying the elderly.

In truth, Mianmian was very gentle and never applied any force, but she was still criticized every time.

While Mianmian observed the new arrivals, Daoist Qing Xu was also examining Mianmian.

At that moment, Jin Tai was preparing tea, with the high-quality leaves emitting a soothing fragrance, and smoke curling upward.

Amid the whirling smoke, Daoist Qing Xu smiled at Mianmian with a gentle and loving expression, "Little one, I see you’re fascinated by the old Daoist’s beard. Could it be that you want to give it a touch?"

Feeling her little secret exposed, Mianmian shyly moved closer to Su Chenjin, using his arm to hide her face.

Since coming down the mountain, she was of senior rank, and even Su Linsheng would address her as his great-nephew; it had been a long time since she had encountered such an elder with a dignified presence.

Mianmian’s shyness caused Daoist Qing Xu to stroke his beard, laughing heartily, "Hahaha, little one, there’s no need to be afraid, your great-nephew knows me. If we’re talking about seniority, I’m of the same generation as you, your elder brother in fact."

Daoist Qing Xu playfully squinted his eyes, his white eyebrows trembling.

Curious about what Daoist Qing Xu said, Mianmian retorted, "How do you know you’re Mianmian’s brother and not that Mianmian is your auntie?"

No sooner had Mianmian spoken than a younger Daoist with a black beard sitting next to the old Daoist interjected, "You child, if my Master says he’s your brother, you should agree. How could you think of being my Master’s auntie? My Master is the head of a temple; coming from the backwoods as you do, it truly is impolite."

Su Chenjin’s face darkened at this remark, and his gaze, sharp as a blade, fell coldly on the young Daoist.

The young Daoist was taken aback.

How could Su Chenjin, a mere mortal, possess such a slaughtering, decisive look? What was more preposterous was that he, a cultivator, was genuinely intimidated by that gaze.

"Jia Jun!" Daoist Qing Xu called his disciple by name, his voice imbued with rebuke, "What did I teach you?"

Jia Jun lowered his eyes in admission of fault, "Master, I... I was just trying to defend you. She may be a little milk bun with some standing in the mundane world, but she shouldn’t speak to you in such a manner."

After hearing the excuse, Daoist Qing Xu shook his head, "I told you to listen to the scriptures more often, but you haven’t listened at all. Zhang San, take your fellow brother out to face the wall and reflect."

Jia Jun’s eyes were full of indignation as he couldn’t help but defend himself again, "I did listen! Isn’t it said that there are human relations? Regarding respect for the young and old, is it still my fault?"

He didn’t stand up, and his fellow disciples beside him also didn’t dare to pull him away.

Daoist Qing Xu just shook his head.

Mianmian looked back and forth, finally fixing her large eyes on Daoist Qing Xu, her voice sweetly questioning, "Oh my, why don’t you just tell him that if Mianmian is your sister, she is also his elder? Wouldn’t that solve it?"

"You could also cite directly from the ’Tao Te Ching’: ’Superior virtue is not [consciously] virtuous, and thus has virtue; Inferior virtue never loses sight of [consciously trying to keep] virtue, and thus has no virtue.’"

The little one nodded her head as she recited the ’Tao Te Ching’, looking quite serious about it.

Daoist Qing Xu laughed, "So you read the ’Tao Te Ching’, huh?"

Mianmian mimicked Daoist Qing Xu’s head-shake, "It’s not that Mianmian wanted to read it, but Mom said that if you want to get by on the cultivation path, you have to ’eat the food of a hundred families.’ Otherwise, outsiders will look down on you, and you won’t be able to slap them silly when you meet a fool."

Daoist Qing Xu laughed so hard his beard quivered, chiming in, "Your mother’s words, they are quite interesting."

Hearing Daoist Qing Xu compliment her mother left Mianmian’s little head full of question marks as she spoke in confusion, "Interesting? Mianmian thinks there’s something weird about what Mom said. Why would eating and encountering a fool be linked together? And having to slap a fool’s face, wouldn’t that make the fool very pitiful?"

Daoist Qing Xu burst into laughter, and even Su Chenjin’s previous coldness melted away, his eyes warming as he looked at his little auntie.

The other disciples of Daoist Qing Xu, on the other hand, looked at Jia Jun, shaking their heads in silence.

Jia Jun couldn’t understand, and as his gaze traveled around his fellow disciples, he asked with dissatisfaction, "Senior brothers, what are you laughing at?"

After preparing the tea, Jin Tai, seeing that his boss had no intention of speaking, couldn’t help but interject, "Laughing at a fool."

Jia Jun immediately glared at Jin Tai, "Where’s the fool?"

Standing behind Su Chenjin, Jin Tai, about to be a background wall, replied with a big smile, "Whoever responds to me is the fool."

Jia Jun: ...

Am I the fool? How am I foolish?

While Jia Jun was dumbfounded, his senior brother still couldn’t bear to see it and took him outside to the waiting room.

Once the door was closed between the senior and junior disciple, Daoist Qing Xu began discussing a topic of interest to Mianmian.

Daoist Qing Xu said he had met her grandparents!

"The Jiang Family is a benevolent clan, and your grandparents were also very outstanding cultivators," Daoist Qing Xu’s aged voice conveyed kindness, "My master was close to them, so if you think about it, calling me ’brother’ is not a loss for you."

"So your master knew Mianmian’s grandparents," Mianmian said with envy, "Mianmian also wants to meet them."

Up in the mountains, the other elders in her family were also particularly kind to her, but none of them were her biological grandparents. Her mother had said that her grandparents had passed away long ago and must have already been reincarnated by now.

If someone has already been reincarnated, we shouldn’t cling to that connection any longer; doing so could actually be harmful to both parties.

"Actually, the old Daoist would also like to meet them," Daoist Qing Xu observed Mianmian’s expression.

Noticing that Little Bun’s demeanor was genuinely relaxed, without any emotional changes upon hearing "grandparents," he understood.

He changed the topic and mentioned their purpose for being there, no longer discussing seniority with Mianmian.

"We will detain that person, and with the help of the Dragon Group, conduct a joint interrogation. If we can extract any useful information, we will certainly inform Mr. Su," Daoist Qing Xu’s voice was gentle.

Mianmian, who had been swinging her legs beside Su Chenjin, raised her little hand, "You have to tell Mianmian too, that bad guy was taken down by Mianmian!"

Daoist Qing Xu cheerfully agreed, "Of course, of course, we’ll definitely inform you. And I heard you have a V-blog account, how about we follow each other?"

Mianmian didn’t even know she had an account.

She turned her head to Su Chenjin, her round eyes filled with confusion, "Big Grandson, what account does Mianmian have?"

Su Chenjin also just remembered this matter and seeing that Little Auntie had forgotten, explained, "Little Auntie forgot? Dad registered a V-blog account for you to share your recent updates with your fans. You already have many followers, let me help you log in."

The entire family knew the account’s password, yet the sole manager was still Elder Su.

Mianmian took out her little mobile phone, and with Su Chenjin’s help, she logged in, even seeing the money she had earned from her last live-stream in the back office.

All tipping features were disabled on the account, so there were no incomes from published articles or photos being tipped, and thus no other earnings.

After logging in, Mianmian also saw a private message pop up.

The message flashed by quickly, and Mianmian didn’t bother with it, but instead followed the instructions taught by her great-nephew and followed Daoist Qing Xu on the spot.

Curious about this new thing, after following, she tapped on Daoist Qing Xu’s profile picture and saw a line of small text beneath it: Ling Xiao Temple’s Temple Master, current Director of the Supernatural Management Bureau.

Mianmian knew that Ling Xiao Temple was Daoist Qing Xu’s Daoist temple, but was the Director of the Supernatural Management Bureau the same as the Police Station?

Seeing Mianmian fixated on the small print, Su Chenjin explained, "Daoist Master Qing Xu was invited to serve as the Director of the Supernatural Management Bureau, so the person we just caught will be taken away by him."

While Su Chenjin was explaining the details of Daoist Qing Xu’s identity to Mianmian, on the other side, Daoist Qing Xu was sending messages on Whatsapp.

The ordinarily dignified elderly man was now grinning like an old mischievous child, proudly sending over the page where he and Mianmian followed each other, "Old monk, look, we’ve followed each other. Bet you didn’t see that coming, huh?"