Celestial being

"Boss, are there any more glutinous rice dumplings with rice wine?" Yuan Ming looked at the woman in cloth and asked.

"Yes, yes, sir, please sit down for a moment. Dazhu, a bowl of glutinous rice balls made with rice wine!" The woman nodded, turned around, opened the curtain, and called out to the kitchen.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in his thirties came out carrying a bowl of steaming glutinous rice balls.

When he put down the bowl and turned to leave, Yuan Ming stopped him.

"Li Dazhu, where is your father?"

"Do you know my father?" Li Dazhu turned around and saw Yuan Ming's young appearance, and he was suddenly a little confused.

"When I was little, I often ate his fermented glutinous rice balls. I didn't expect that the original small stall would now open a shop. How is his health now?" Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"Sorry for your concern, my father passed away two years ago." Li Dazhu's expression darkened.

Yuan Ming was stunned: "Go? Two years ago, were you more than seventy?"

"That's right, eight out of seventy. As the saying goes, seventy years are rare in life. My father passed away peacefully." Li Dazhu sighed, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, said "take it easy" and returned to the kitchen.

In the store, the abacus was crackling, and Yuan Ming sat blankly at the table, looking at the rice dumpling bowl in front of him, feeling depressed and having an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, he stood up with a swish and walked quickly outside the store.

"Hey, guest, I haven't paid you yet!" the woman yelled when she heard the noise.

Yuan Ming waved his hand without looking back, and a silver coin fell steadily on the counter.

At the same time, hearing his wife's cry, Li Dazhu also ran out of the kitchen and was about to chase Yuan Ming, but was stopped by his wife.

He was shocked when he learned that Yuan Ming casually gave him a piece of silver, and when he saw the untouched glutinous rice balls made with glutinous rice, he became even more confused.

"What a weirdo." He couldn't help but muttered as he looked at Yuan Ming's leaving figure.

…

After half a stick of incense, Yuan Mansion.

Yuan Ming, who was concerned about his parents, was about to enter through the gate, but suddenly he frowned and stopped.

A feeling of being spied on arose spontaneously. He released his spiritual consciousness without hesitation to search around, and soon found a Qi Refining monk wearing a green shirt in an alley not far away.

He was carrying a Breath Condensation Talisman on his body, and he thought it was well hidden, but it couldn't be hidden from Yuan Ming's consciousness at all.

Yuan Ming felt a familiar aura of magical power from him, and immediately understood that he was a disciple of Changchun Temple. He was immediately unhappy, but he did not get angry and take action. He just used illusions to deceive him, and then flew into Yuan's mansion.

Then, without disturbing anyone, he walked all the way to the door of the study. Before he could get closer, he saw Fu Qingzheng meticulously guarding the door.

"Commander Fu, is father in the room?" Seeing this, Yuan Ming took off his disguise and walked forward.

When Fu Qing saw someone coming, he was subconsciously irritated, but when he heard the voice, he felt something was wrong. When he looked up, he found that the person coming was actually Yuan Ming, and he immediately rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Young... Young Master? Is it really you?" He couldn't help shouting.

Yuan Ming smiled and nodded, and was about to speak when he heard a sound coming from the study behind Fu Qing.

With a creak, the study door was opened, and Yuan Zuochong walked out quickly. When he saw Yuan Ming outside, he looked up and down again. He was happy at first, but then sad again.

"Ming'er, you shouldn't have come back!" He sighed deeply.

Yuan Ming frowned, remembering the Changchun Temple monk guarding the door, and immediately asked: "Father, what happened at home these years when I was away from home? Why is there a Changchun Temple monk guarding outside the house? Is it for the sake of the national master? Something happened?"

"Hey, now is not the time to talk about this. Ming'er, take advantage of the fact that no one else from Changchun Temple is here, and quickly leave the house through a secret passage. You must not be caught by them. Fu Qing, you will lead the way for him now. I'll go In the front hall, if people from Changchun come, I will try my best to delay them." Yuan Zuochong said hurriedly.

Fu Qing nodded and accepted the order, but Yuan Ming flashed in front of Yuan Zuochong like a ghost and said calmly:

"Father, don't worry. I already noticed someone was watching me when I entered the house, but I didn't let him find any traces. Now Changchun Temple doesn't know that I have returned to the house."

"Ming'er must not be careless. Now there is an elder from Changchun Temple in the capital. He is very capable and you cannot hide it." Yuan Zuo said hurriedly.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ming suddenly smiled, showed a hint of aura towards his father, opened his mouth and summoned the Soul-Destroying Sword.

"Father is overly worried. It's just a pill. If the child wants to hide it, he will never notice it." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"Ming'er, have you also stepped into the pill formation?" Yuan Zuochong stared at the Soul-Destroying Sword with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face.

"It's been a while. I just couldn't get home in time because of trivial matters. Please forgive me, father." Yuan Ming said.

The expression on Yuan Zuochong's face changed, showing excitement, relief, and even a hint of envy.

In the study, Yuan Ming sat opposite his father and briefly talked about his experiences over the years.

Yuan Zuochong listened silently, with constant surprise in his eyes. When he heard that Zuo Qinghui came to threaten him and Yuan Ming had to kill him, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and his mood also changed.

"Did you really kill the Changchun Guanjie Dan elder named Zuo Qinghui, Ming'er?" Yuan Zuochong suddenly asked.

"Yes, did my father know this matter in advance when he asked this question? Could it be said that Changchun Temple also found out?" Yuan Ming was not a fool. When his father asked this question, he immediately realized something.

"Since you left, Changchun Temple has sent another foundation-building monk to serve as the national advisor. My father has relieved his burden and is no longer responsible for government affairs. He has no intention of enmity with our Yuan family and has always kept his peace. ." Yuan Zuochong said.

Yuan Ming just listened silently, without interrupting or speaking. Yuan Zuochong paused and then continued:

"But six years ago, he suddenly visited my father. He mentioned many times that he wanted to see you, but he was blocked by my father. He didn't say much on the surface, but since then, outside the house, There were more monks watching, and they thought they were well hidden, but my father also had experience in the military, so he still had some observation skills. However, at that time, my father was still confused. I don’t know why they suddenly started looking for you again. thoughts."

When Yuan Ming heard this, he still looked at Yuan Zuochong with no emotion on his face.

"My father wanted to use his connections to inquire, but they also controlled all the correspondence. My father could not get any useful information at all. Until one day, a jade slip suddenly appeared in my father's study. It said, Changchun Temple An elder disappeared inexplicably. They suspected that it was you, Ming'er, so they sent an elder at the Dan Jie stage to investigate the matter. The elder at the Dan Jie stage was currently in the capital, and it was his idea to monitor the Yuan Mansion. The best thing is to wait and see.”

When Yuan Zuochong said this, Yuan Ming's eyes finally moved slightly.

"At first, I thought there was something hidden in this matter. Changchun Guan just found an excuse to attack you, Ming'er. Who would have thought, but you really killed Ming'er." Yuan Zuochong smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming also sighed helplessly. He had no choice but to kill Zuo Qinghui back then. Although he had guessed that Changchun Temple would find out sooner or later, he never expected that if they couldn't find him, they would actually do something to his parents. Take action.

Not to mention that parents living in the capital for a long time are the iron rule that immortals and mortals are different, Changchun Temple can completely ignore it, it is really arrogant.

"In addition to surveillance, what other measures does Changchun Temple take?" Yuan Ming asked worriedly.

"They sneaked into the house several times in the dead of night, but they always retreated after a search. They were discovered by me and your Uncle Fu a few times, but they didn't care at all." Yuan Zuochong recalled what happened at that time. Scene, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"What about the royal family in Changchun Temple? Didn't they respond?" Yuan Ming asked expressionlessly.

"The matter involves Elder Jiedan, and it may not be easy for them to show up to object. However, I suspect that the jade slip in the study at that time should have been left by someone from the royal family." Yuan Zuochong said.

After a pause, he persuaded with some worry: "Ming'er, although you have formed a pill now, you are still weak and weak. Facing a behemoth like Changchun Temple, it is better not to have a head-on conflict. In my opinion, You'd better leave quickly, your mother and I can both understand."

"Father, after so many years of being outside, the child has understood a lot of truths. You can't buy peace by escaping and hiding. The more a sect like Changchun Temple tolerates and gives in, the more they will push forward. Only by showing their They are all afraid of his strength, so they are willing to sit down and have a good talk." Yuan Ming glanced at the white hair on Yuan Zuochong's temples and said calmly.

Yuan Zuochong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, Yuan Ming's tone became a little heavier:

"Besides, they have humiliated you and mother so much that they no longer take us seriously. If I leave today, what if they run out of patience and do something even more despicable?"

Hearing this, Yuan Zuochong looked a little ugly and said nothing.

"Aren't they looking for me? Okay, then I won't hide anymore and just return home openly. They want an explanation for Zuo Qinghui's death, and I also want to explain Zuo Qinghui's bullying of the young. , he is asking for an explanation for forcing me to be his slave!" A cold light flashed in Yuan Ming's eyes.

Seeing Yuan Ming like this, Yuan Zuochong was half relieved and half worried, and still advised: "Changchun has a strong view of the situation, Ming'er must not act impulsively."

"Father, don't worry, I won't act blindly." Yuan Ming nodded.

Seeing that Yuan Ming looked calm and did not seem to be carried away by anger, Yuan Zuochong felt relieved and talked to Yuan Ming about some trivial matters at home in the past twenty years.

Older people always become a bit chatty, but Yuan Ming did not feel bored at all. Not only did he listen carefully, he would also add a few words and make a few witticisms from time to time, making Yuan Zuochong laugh.

The father and son were chatting happily, forgetting the time for a moment, until a "squeak" sound from the door interrupted their communication.