C61 (1/2)

Even though there were all kinds of rare treasures to nourish his master's body, Qian Zhenyuan's training still made his master miserable. Every morning, he would run around with weights on his back and practice all kinds of spells, reciting chants and hand signs.

Logically speaking, when a person's mind was in a daze, could they still memorize something? I thought it was impossible, but my master told me that he had really memorized it at that time. The secret was that no matter what incantation he memorized or how many times he memorized it, he would never be able to do it again.

Often, he would start training his physical and mental skills in the morning, and during the afternoon, he would start practicing internal energy. At night, Qian Zhenyuan would ask me to test how Master's training speed was, and Master was indeed talented, but I could only barely keep up with Qian Zhenyuan's teaching speed.

Qian Zhenyuan had originally been full of hope for his master. She hoped that one day his master would take over his mantle and help him accomplish the things she had yet to accomplish. What kind of things was Qian Zhenyuan trying to accomplish? When Qian Zhenyuan saw that most of the people at that time lived in hardship, and then suffered the ravages of war, it was simply a common occurrence. In times of peace, natural disasters and man-made disasters also happened, and it could be said that the world of China was a desolate scene, Qian Zhenyuan believed that this situation was mainly caused by the loss of the people's hearts, and people were infected by the negative emotions in their hearts.

At that time, Buddhism had a profound influence on people, Qian Zhenyuan believed that Taoism was the most suitable religion for China, and other religions were all heretical. Unfortunately, people didn't know much about Taoism, they only knew that Taoists were ghost hunters, and with the opening of the country's gates, there were also various other religions that spread to China, and Christianity also had a large number of believers in China.

When people believed him, he was very moved. He hoped that there would be a day when people believed in Taoism and their hearts would be saved, and that would be the true golden age of peace and prosperity. Qian Zhenyuan was very stubborn and thought that she was right.

Qian Zhenyuan had never been strict with his Master since she fell in love with her. His Master often had the chance to go out on his own, and Qian Zhenyuan was obsessed with Taoism, to the point of neglect it, and she never found out that one day, his Master took the wine to their house, and got drunk, and Qian Zhenyuan found out that his Master was furious, and tied him up in a tree for three days and three nights. The anger in his Master had already disappeared, but this was only the third time.

His Master was so scared that she ran away. In a few days, she would miss Qian Zhenyuan too much. She knew that Qian Zhenyuan was just impatient, so she didn't really want to cut off her own tongue and go back to Qian Zhenyuan.

He calmly told his master that if his master no longer wanted to learn Tao techniques from him, he could leave, and he would not stop him. If his master learned Tao techniques from him, he would guarantee that his master's future accomplishments would not be any worse than his own, but he must cut off his tongue. If his tongue was cut off, he would not be able to taste it, and he would never drink again.

Master would definitely not agree to it. Becoming a mute would be better than taking his life; he told Qian Zhenyuan that he did not want to learn any Dao arts, and he could not avoid drinking wine. Qian Zhenyuan said that the relationship between master and disciple was over, and so Master left Qian Zhenyuan.

When Master told us about this, Mom and Dad opened their mouths wide in shock, and I almost spat out the drink in their mouths. This is really too weird, a Taoist can get addicted to alcohol and give up on Taoism.

I asked Master why Master called Qian Zhenyuan ”Qian Zhenyuan”, and Master said that since then Qian Zhenyuan had cut off her apprenticeship relationship with him, so Master was not allowed to call him Master.

I am very curious about Qian Zhenyuan, and I asked where Master is now. Master can't say for sure, but when Master helped Qian Zhenyuan look at the grave, Qian Zhenyuan often slept in his own coffin, and the coffin was in a grave underground. Now Master Uncle isn't going to look at the grave anymore, let alone anyone else.

If that was the case, Qian Zhenyuan really was a strange person. She would probably be a hundred years old by now. Master didn't seem to want to talk about him anymore, so she shook her head and stopped talking.

I went to bed early. My father accompanied my master and chatted for a long time. Although my master normally looks outwardly cheerful, she is actually a weak person. I don't know who she is speaking to from the bottom of her heart.

After a few days without any news from Master, I couldn't stay at home and went to the store to find Master and Senior Brother. Master was cutting paper in the backyard, and as usual, Senior Brother was sitting on a chair with his mouth open and his eyes closed, snoring.

When I saw how funny my senior brother was, I couldn't help but tease him. I plucked a strand of hair and stuck it into his nose. His senior brother pouted and frowned as he mumbled, rubbed his nose and fell asleep again.

I didn't know how much sleep I had, so I whispered in senior brother's ear, ”Please pity me. She will give me some money.” Hearing this, the Senior Martial Brother stood up with a ”Teng” sound and said, ”Who, who wants money?”

Seeing his wide open eyes, which made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt, I stood up and said, ”Senior Brother, how did you stay for the past few days? But you're so young.”