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Chapter 1379 - 939 Dao_2

Chapter 1379: 939 Dao_2

On the way up the mountain, Jiang Chen asked.

Tanki Liuli nodded.

Although the Taoist temple was in tatters, it seemed to have plenty of resources. Wine costing ten thousand ocean per jin—truly, not many could afford to drink it.

Indeed.

Nowadays, every business emphasizes marketing.

Those talent shows on TV, don’t the contestants have to share their tragic backstory before they perform?

A shabby Taoist temple and making money are two different concepts.

"The old Taoist master is really a hidden talent."

Jiang Chen sighed and then asked, "You must be familiar with that tavern, right? How much do you pay for a jug of wine there?"

Boss Jiang truly is a businessman, seemingly still worried about being overcharged by the owner.

"I don’t know."

"Don’t know? Haven’t you bought it before?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

"I don’t need to pay."

No need to pay?

Jiang Chen laughed in surprise, "You don’t mean you go down with a sword to buy wine, do you?"

"I keep a tab."

Tanki Liuli succinctly explained, "My master goes to settle the bill."

That’s good.

Not a bandit ruling the mountain.

Though the wine is a bit expensive, at least the price is clearly marked, which is better than many places.

Having visited only once, Jiang Chen had a deep impression of this place. Standing at the Taoist temple’s gate, looking up at the crooked and peeling signboard, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Didn’t you want to come back for a visit? Why don’t you go in?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and turned his head.

Tanki Liuli was still standing there.

Getting cold feet about returning to one’s hometown shouldn’t happen to her.

Moreover, in truth, it hadn’t been that long since she left the mountain.

Tanki Liuli wasn’t unwilling to go in, she was just seemingly distracted by something.

Jiang Chen followed her gaze and was momentarily stunned.

There was a little girl inside the Taoist temple.

About the age of just starting elementary school, she was staring at the two of them with large, black eyes wide open.

Quickly.

Jiang Chen reacted and showed a gentle smile, "Your name is Yao Yao, right?"

"Big brother, you know me?"

The little girl was very surprised.

At this age, children have started to understand things.

"Yes, where’s your mom?"

Jiang Chen was bright and friendly.

"Mom went to pick vegetables."

The little girl spoke with a crisp and adorable tone, quite clever, and quickly guessed, "Is big brother a friend of my mom?"

Jiang Chen smiled without answering.

"Yao Yao, where did you hide grandpa’s horsetail whisk?"

A kindly call came from inside the Taoist temple.

Subsequently.

An elderly Taoist master with youthful features walked out. Seeing Jiang Chen who came uninvited, he showed no unexpected reaction, only staring for several seconds at the little disciple dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, even childishly rubbed his eyes.

"Master."

Tanki Liuli called out.

It could be confirmed it was indeed him.

The old Taoist master’s mouth formed a small "o" shape, then he stroked his long beard, nodding repeatedly, "Good, good, good..."

Good?

Good for what?

Just like a Daoist expert, his words were naturally hard for others to comprehend.

"The horsetail whisk is in that room. Yao Yao saw that the table was a bit dirty and took it to sweep the dust."

The little girl pointed to the side room, Jiang Chen remembered it as the Taoist nun sister’s room.

Horsetail whisk.

That’s a Daoist magic tool.

Used for sweeping dust?

It’s no different from taking a Buddhist Sect’s golden alms bowl to beg for food.

"Yao Yao is really good, isn’t she aware sister is coming back?"

The old Taoist master truly had a benevolent heart, with no anger or sadness, instead gently stroked the little girl’s head.

"Is that room sister’s?"

The little girl was quite smart, immediately looking at Tanki Liuli.

"Yes, sister lived here all the time before you came."

The old Taoist master said to the disciple and Jiang Chen, "Ms. Yu went to pick vegetables, please come in."

They entered the main hall.

"Taoist Duanmu said she wanted to come back for a visit, so I accompanied her. I wasn’t sure what the old Taoist master liked, but last time I heard you mention that the pine blossom brew from the tavern down the mountain was quite good, so I bought two jars."

Jiang Chen placed the wine on the table, without saying that a small token of affection could not express his full respect.

That would be too hypocritical.

The two jars of wine cost ten thousand oceans, the Taoist nun sister didn’t know the price, but the old Taoist master surely did.

This was certainly not a meager gift.

Looking at the two jars of pine blossom brew, the elderly Taoist master’s eyes squinted with delight, continually nodding and smiling as he stroked his beard, "You remembered even the casual words of a poor Taoist like me, much appreciated."

"Sister, are you Grandpa’s apprentice?"

A liking for beautiful things is an inherent human nature, unaffected by age.

A little girl at such an age isn’t interested in handsome fellows yet, so her big eyes kept appraising Tanki Liuli.

But Tanki Liuli, being somewhat socially anxious, didn’t know how to deal with children and sat there in silence.

This wasn’t the first time she was ignored like this, the little girl felt quite hurt and lowered her head in loneliness.

"How did you know Sister is Grandpa’s apprentice?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"Because Grandpa said that room belongs to his apprentice, and Grandpa also said that Sister is very awesome and that in the future no one would dare to bully Yao Yao and Mom."

The little girl quickly raised her head.

Jiang Chen didn’t know which apprentice the old Taoist master was talking about to the child.

"Sister is indeed very amazing, did you see the sword hanging in the room?"

The little girl nodded vigorously, "I saw it, Mom won’t let me touch it."

"That’s Sister’s weapon," Jiang Chen made a gesture as if wielding a sword, "A female warrior, you know?"

Quite admirable.

Being able to carry on such an engaging conversation with a little girl.

The old Taoist master watched quietly, with a smile on his face, gently stroking his beard.

"I’ve seen it on TV, is Sister as amazing as those on TV?"

The little girl excitedly looked at Tanki Liuli once again.

Yet she was still "ignored."

No, that’s not accurate.

Tanki Liuli did look at her, just without speaking.

"Sister naturally doesn’t like to talk, you know from watching TV that masters are usually like this."

Jiang Chen explained.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The adults and child all fell into silence.

If this scene were in a TV show, at this point, a crow should be calling while flying by.

"Yao Yao, the white radish you planted is ready."

Before the person arrived, the voice did.

Just the sound alone carried quite a distinguished presence, with a touch reminiscent of a broadcast announcer.

Jiang Chen turned his head.

Outside the main hall door.

The former most beautiful host of Zhongjiang, Yu Hui, was carrying a vegetable basket. She no longer had her past glamour and brilliance, her face bare of makeup, hair casually tied with a rubber band, sweat glistening on her forehead, simple and unpretentious.

As their eyes met, Yu Hui, unmarried with a child, flashed a look of surprise in her eyes, then it vanished. She probably took Jiang Chen for a temple visitor and offered a polite smile.

Jiang Chen nodded in return.

"Mom, Sister."

The little girl wasn’t interested in radishes at the moment and ran towards her mother who just entered, introducing Tanki Liuli.

This time it was Jiang Chen who felt hurt.

After talking so much with this little girl, does he still have less presence than a statue-like Taoist nun sister?

Once able to be fearless in a particular place, Yu Hui instinctively glanced at Tanki Liuli, then suddenly understood her daughter’s words, her face changed.

The leisurely contentment she had a second ago turned visibly tense, even anxious.

In this temple that she had taken refuge in for so long, she surely knew what kind of place it was, understanding at least who its members were.

Furthermore.

Do not forget.

It was Lan Peizhi who personally went to Zhongjiang to bring her and her daughter here.

After anxiously appraising Tanki Liuli for a while, Yu Hui quickly shifted her gaze to Jiang Chen, who appeared harmless, instinctively protecting her daughter with one arm.

"We just came back to see the old Taoist master."

Jiang Chen said calmly.

Giving up a life of luxury to lead her daughter into seclusion in the remote mountains, Yu Hui still did not relax.

The little girl sensed her mother’s unusual mood, raising her head to look in confusion.

"Ms. Yu, there should still be some meat in the kitchen. Just right, we have wine today; how about making a few good dishes?"

The old Taoist master spoke with a smile, his voice not deep but gentle as a spring breeze, subtly alleviating Yu Hui’s unease.

Yu Hui nodded, carrying the vegetable basket with one hand and holding her daughter’s with the other.

"Come, let’s go wash the radishes with Mom."

Mother and daughter left.

"If the heart does not die, the Dao does not grow; if desires are not extinguished, the Dao does not exist."

The old Taoist master softly chanted, stroking his beard.