Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 211 - 154 Half Old Immortal_1

Chapter 211: Chapter 154 Half Old Immortal_1

The Little Monk and the young brother were seriously discussing their lessons at the desk, one asking, the other answering, to the extent that it felt not like they were in a Zen room but in a study.

Monkey Brother hadn’t seen the Little Monk for a long time and kept showing off his presence in front of his former master, now clambering onto his back, now hugging his leg. Qian Yixiu, not wanting it to disturb them, led it out of the Zen room.

Arriving at the creek side, the Little Monkey jumped into the water and started excitedly hollering. Qian Yixiu put her chubby finger to her lips and hissed, "Don’t shout, be quiet, if you’re naughty again I’ll spank you."

The creek was probably more than three meters wide and not very deep, only up to Monkey Brother’s chest, around fifty or sixty centimeters. The water was pure and clear, allowing the stones at the bottom to be seen very clearly, and occasionally a couple of fish would swim by.

Qian Yixiu squatted down, her hands dipped in the creek water, which rippled at her touch. The sunlight shone on the surface, scattering like splashes of gold. Qian Yixiu was delighted, feeling as though she had grasped a handful of gold.

Meanwhile, Monkey Brother was trying to catch fish in the water. The fish were slippery and not easy to catch. Just when he managed to grab one and was about to stuff it into his mouth, Qian Yixiu cried out frightenedly, "Quick, let it go, you can’t kill anything here. Aiya, what a sin, what a sin."

A deep laughter came from behind them, followed by a voice saying, "You naughty monkey, coming here and turning Xiding Mountain upside down, scaring off the macaques, and now stealing fish to eat here, drop it at once."

Upon seeing the person, Monkey Brother tossed the fish away and happily clambered out of the water, leaping onto the individual’s body.

Qian Yixiu stood and looked back to see an old man and a young one approaching.

The younger one was, of course, Liang Jinzhao. Uncle Liang had grown taller than the previous year, and had a smattering of fuzz above his lip - was it a beard or just sweat? Truly, an early bloomer.

The older one was a long-bearded, long-eyebrowed monk who was so thoroughly white-haired that his age was indiscernible. It was hard to gauge his age because his beard and eyebrows were entirely white, and he only had a few teeth left in his puckered mouth, looking much older than Second Grandpa. But judging by his complexion and vitality, with ruddy cheeks and bright, piercing eyes, he seemed much younger than Qian Dagui.

This must be the Little Monk’s Master, Old Master Bei Kong.

Qian Yixiu clasped her hands together and greeted, "Good day, Master." She then called out to Liang Jinzhao, "Young Master Liang."

The Old Monk nodded at Qian Yixiu but was soon laughing heartily due to the monkey embracing him.

Liang Jinzhao looked down at Qian Yixiu with a chuckle, "Little girl, you’ve grown taller and chubbier. It seems that your family’s days have improved, eh?" He had the demeanor of an adult speaking to a child, a superior to a subordinate.

What a brat.

Qian Yeejin muttered to herself, then looked up to the sky and smiled, "Thank you, Young Master Liang, and thank you to your grandfather. My father received his pension, and the Imperial Court has also waived our family’s taxes for three years."

Liang Jinzhao waved a hand dismissively, "No need to thank me, if you’re going to thank anyone, thank the Emperor, His Majesty is wise and compassionate, taking pity on his subjects." When mentioning the Emperor, he even made a fist and shook it towards the north before adding, "Your father sacrificed himself for the country, shedding blood on the battlefield, and this is what the Imperial Court ought to compensate your family for."

The Little Monk and Qian Yeejin had also come out. Qian Yeejin clasped her hands in salute to the Old Monk and also greeted Qian Jinzhao.

The Little Monk introduced them to the Old Monk, "Master, they are the new owner of the Little Monkey, and are—friends of your disciple in the secular world." He felt that calling them friends seemed somewhat inappropriate but did so anyway. Then with a smile, he said, "Master, the honey-glazed sticky rice lotus root that you like is made by their family."

The Old Monk nodded and smiled, "Amitabha, these Little Benefactors are dragons and phoenixes among people, and in the future, they are sure to achieve brilliant successes and soar to great heights."

Was he predicting a future for himself and the young brother? But the words of the old charlatan were always so vague.

The Emperor’s concubine might be a dragon or a phoenix, but to the common people, as long as one’s children are successful, they could be likened to dragons and phoenixes too. Soaring to great heights could refer to being ennobled or appointed as chancellors, yet among the common folk, even passing the imperial examinations would be considered reaching the skies.

She really wanted to ask, these dragons and phoenixes among people, this future of splendid achievements, soaring to great heights—what extent was he really referring to?

But she held back, thinking if the Old Monk truly was a demi-immortal, perhaps he could even tell where her soul had originated from. It was better to remain low-key.

Qian Yixiu kept her head down and remained silent, while Qian Yijin bowed joyfully to express her thanks, "Thank you for your auspicious words, Master."

The Old Monk nodded and smiled at Qian Yijin, then turned to Qian Yixiu and said, "In my life, I have had few loves, except for a taste for delicious vegetarian dishes. Young Benefactor, remember, if you ever acquire more fine lotus root, be sure to bring this dish to me to taste."