Zombie Bodyguard
Chapter 926 - 923: Honored Guest Arrives (Part 1)

Chapter 926: Chapter 923: Honored Guest Arrives (Part 1)

Lin Tian’s words were ruthlessly aimed at Liu Weiyuan and his apprentice’s faces. Liao Ping, who cared the most about saving face, had his expression change from blue to red before gritting his teeth and turning around to slap his apprentice.

The sound of a "smack" echoed loudly in the hall, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Master, why did you hit me?" Liu Weiyuan clutched his face, crying out in pain.

"You disgraceful thing, shut up already. Have you not embarrassed yourself enough?" Liao Ping scolded with a livid expression.

The caliber of a master determines the caliber of their apprentice. Liao Ping was concerned about losing face rather than the inappropriate words his apprentice had spoken, causing Lin Tian to sneer.

Liu Weiyuan was indeed unlucky, getting slapped twice in important situations within two days. Unfortunately, those who slapped him were either Young Master Yun or his own master, so he couldn’t retaliate.

His expression turned even more colorful than his master’s, and after some thought, he blamed everything on Lin Tian, convinced it was all Lin Tian’s fault.

Lin Tian couldn’t be bothered, turning to the elder monk and saying, "Mage, there’s a seat at my table, please take my seat."

Although the seat was in the least noticeable position, Lin Tian believed the old master was not someone who cared about seating because throughout the whole episode, despite Liu Weiyuan’s harsh words, the old master remained calm, with eyes as serene as a gentle breeze and drifting clouds.

One’s appearance is a reflection of the heart, and the eyes are the windows to the heart; the old master’s demeanor wasn’t an act but truly as peaceful as a clear mirror.

Those witnessing the event displayed varied expressions; Lin Tian was unconcerned about other people’s opinions, leading the old master and his apprentice back to his seat.

The old master noticed there was only one seat and asked, "Benefactor, there’s only one seat, what will you do if I sit there?"

"Don’t worry, old master, I have my own methods," Lin Tian replied with a faint smile. He turned to the young man beside him and said, "Brother, how about we swap places? You can sit in the front, and I’ll sit here." He was referring to the seat next to Liu Weiyuan naturally.

The young apprentice was perhaps still caught up in the recent events, so when he heard Lin Tian’s words, he stood up, naively saying, "Oh, okay..." Then he got up and walked over, only realizing he had changed seats when he settled down, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

After the old master sat down, the young apprentice stood behind him. Lin Tian pulled him over and said, "Come along and sit with me, little mage."

The chairs in the hall resembled old-style octagon chairs, quite wide, and it was perfectly fine for two people to sit on them, which is why Lin Tian said so.

"Benefactor, I haven’t taken monastic vows yet; I’m not a mage. My secular name is Fu Xin," the young apprentice said earnestly, placing a palm respectfully before his chest.

In this age, a ten-year-old is at the stage of being unruly, yet this young apprentice was well-behaved and sensible. His actions and serious expression when speaking truly fit the image of a little mage.

"Fu Xin? That’s a wonderful name. But you should sit down. Isn’t it tiring to stand?" Lin Tian insisted with a slight smile.

Fu Xin blinked and looked toward the old master, clearly seeking permission. When the old master nodded, he sat down.

"Benefactor, did you use Divine Power just now? You’re really fast," Fu Xin asked, looking up at Lin Tian curiously after sitting down.

Lin Tian paused, surprised by the young apprentice; amidst the hall’s chaos, no one paid attention to how he arrived at table number two, but the young apprentice noticed.

Actually, Buddhists don’t talk about Divine Skills because focusing on them misses the essence. However, Fu Xin was only ten, not at that level yet, and kids at his age are curious about unusual things.

"Fu Xin, that’s not Divine Power. Let me share a secret with you; I’m actually an Ancient Martial Artist," Lin Tian chuckled and revealed the truth to the young apprentice.

"Also, don’t call me ’benefactor’ anymore. You can call me ’brother’ or Brother Lin, but not Brother Lin," Lin Tian added.

He imagined a version of "Brother Lin" falling from the sky and felt goosebumps just thinking about it.

"Okay, Brother Lin, but you’re really amazing," Fu Xin laughed, his smile innocent and bright, while the old master sat like he was in meditation, saying nothing, and didn’t stop his young apprentice from talking to Lin Tian.

Time gradually passed, and the earlier disturbance seemed not to have affected everyone; they continued to converse warmly.

At twenty past nine, the Yun family’s host finally appeared, with three people entering from the door, one of whom was in a wheelchair—Mr. Yun, Yun Hongxi.

The elder wore a traditional outfit, smiling, looking very energetic, showing no signs of being tormented by illness. Yun Xiaotian pushed the wheelchair, and upon entering the hall, he surveyed around and upon seeing Lin Tian, winked with a knowing smile.

With Mr. Yun’s arrival, no one dared act big; everyone stood up one by one to greet the elder. The Yun family’s senior and juniors gracing the meeting gave enough respect to the physicians. Though they had waited for a while, they didn’t mind such trivialities anymore.

However, everyone was still puzzled because even though the host appeared, the people supposed at the left and right heads of the tables hadn’t arrived?

In the medical field, many doctors are highly respected, and they couldn’t deduce just who the Yun family had invited. But they knew the result was soon to be revealed.

Mr. Yun and Yun Haoyu settled into the primary positions, but Yun Xiaotian remained standing. Though he was the heir of the Yun family, based on age hierarchy, he was of a younger generation and couldn’t sit at the main table during such a meeting.

Once the host arrived, naturally, servants came to replace the tea and brought refreshments one after another. Yet, in such a setting, the refreshments were merely displayed; nobody would truly pick them up to eat.

Consider if someone accidentally filled their mouth with crumbs while eating; their image in front of peers and the Yun family would be entirely ruined. The greater one’s reputation, the more they care about face.

After the tea and refreshments were arranged, Mr. Yun lifted his teacup and said loudly, "Due to mobility issues, I must speak sitting down and hope you all won’t mind."

Everyone exchanged courteous remarks, naturally, nobody would genuinely blame the elder for lack of decorum. Whether it was out of respect for his generation or his status, the esteemed doctors had no inclination to criticize.

"I, an old man, meet friends over tea, thank you all for painstakingly coming to the Yun family to treat me," Mr. Yun continued, then sipped his tea, adhering to etiquette.

The renowned physicians dared not neglect, taking up their teacups and sipping the tea. In such a setting, there’s a technique to drinking tea: one shouldn’t drink too much, just enough to wet lips even if thirsty.

This isn’t dictated by etiquette but rather to prevent drinking too much tea and feeling the urge to relieve oneself. In front of everyone’s eyes, who would dare rise to visit the restroom? And if not, enduring the urge is a nightmare.