[Chapter 374 Is this an old monster or a child?]
Seven or eight children beat up one, but they scattered after Baishan shouted and fled in all directions.
Only the one who was beaten squatted on the ground without moving, perhaps because he was beaten too hard and couldn’t get up.
Yang Yiyu asked Baishan: “Are these children also Wudang disciples?”
“Reporting to the Grandmaster, these children are all orphans. In fact, the sect adopts some children from secular orphanages every year. On the one hand, it is considered to be a good deed, and on the other hand, it injects fresh blood into the sect. Of course, there are also children who are picked up among them.
The child who was beaten is called Yuan Xiaolei. He was picked up by his master Chen Fengzi when he went down the mountain. It was said that it was a night with lightning and thunder. The child was abandoned in a garbage can in the alley. He was picked up and raised after hearing his crying.
When Xiaolei was found, there was a note on his body saying that the child had a congenital disease. It might be that his parents were unable to raise and treat him and abandoned him. That’s all the information on the note. There is a word “Yuan” in the signature, and Two thousand yuan. Because he found it on a thunderstorm night, he was named Yuan Xiaolei.
This child’s congenital disease has not recurred in Wudang. He is basically like a normal person, but his personality is a bit weird. He doesn’t get along with other children. His body is also very weak due to the disease. He is often bullied by other children, but he never cries, makes trouble, or complains.
In fact, Xiaolei is a very smart child. He has read all the secret books of Wudang in three years. He has the ability to remember everything he sees. Unfortunately, he can’t practice martial arts because of his weak body. “
After Baishan explained, he walked over to help Yuan Xiaolei up from the ground and said, “Xiaolei, are you okay?”
“Thank you for your concern, it’s okay.” Yuan Xiaolei spoke very steadily, not like a nine-year-old child at all.
It gave Yang Yiyu a feeling that the child was more like an old man in his twilight years, because he spoke too steadily.
“It’s good that he’s okay. Xiaolei is our Wudang sect’s founding sect leader’s junior brother. You should call him Grand Master when you see him in the future. Do you understand?” Baishan introduced Yang Yiyu to Yuan Xiaolei.
“Greetings to Grand Master~” After Baishan finished speaking, Yuan Xiaolei knelt down and bowed three times to Yang Yiyun.
In Yang Yiyun’s eyes, this child used the most standard ancient ritual of worship. I’m afraid that some old people in Wudang don’t have the standard of his ritual.
Yang Yiyun developed a strong interest in Yuan Xiaolei. With a wave of his hand, the true energy emanated, and he helped Yuan Xiaolei to breathe, and checked his body by the way.
Then Yang Yiyun found that the child’s body did have hidden dangers. The blood supply to the heart was much slower than that of ordinary people, and the meridians were very thin and fragile. This was the cause of the disease.
After helping him up, he smiled and asked: “Xiaolei, who taught you this set of ancient rituals?”
“Reporting to Grand Master, it was my master Chen Fengzi who taught me, and I also read it in books. It is recorded in the Wudang Ritual and Music Ceremony.” Yuan Xiaolei bowed and answered slowly, looking like a little adult, but Yang Yiyun saw something strange in his eyes.
“So you are familiar with the etiquette of Wudang Sect?” Yang Yiyun asked.
At this time, Baishan rushed to answer: “Master, this child is born weak, but his brain is amazing. He can recite all kinds of Wudang classics by heart. In terms of etiquette, every year during the sacrifice, some elders will ask him for details that they have forgotten.”
Baishan could see that Master Yang Yiyun was interested in Xiaolei. He thought that he could make elixirs, and maybe there was some elixir that could cure Xiaolei’s congenital disease, which would be a great thing for the child.
“I said, Baishan, can you stop interrupting me? Can I chat with the child?” Yang Yiyun was very dissatisfied with Baishan’s interruption. He saw that Yuan Xiaolei was not an ordinary child, and wanted to learn more about him by chatting with him, but Baishan’s voice made Yang feel very noisy.
“Yes, yes, yes~ I won’t interrupt, Master, please don’t blame me.” Baishan looked embarrassed. He knew that Yang Yiyun might still be angry because he didn’t tell him the real situation of Wudang.
After Wu Xian became a Taoist, when they parted at Shenlongtan, Yang Yiyun asked him how many innates there were in Wudang. Baishan didn’t tell the truth at that time, and he was vague because he was afraid that Yang Yiyun would not come to Wudang. As a result, he found that there were 28 innate ancient warriors when he
came today. This made him very dissatisfied, right? After glaring at Baishan, Yang Yiyun looked at Yuan Xiaolei again and smiled, “Xiaolei, I will stay in Wudang for a few days. I don’t know much about some of the etiquette of the ancient sects. Are you willing to tell me about it?” Yang Yiyun really wanted to learn about the etiquette of these ancient sects, so as not to embarrass himself in the future.
When he examined Yuan Xiaolei, he found that although Yuan Xiaolei’s physical fitness was average, this child’s mental strength was very strong, three times stronger than children of the same age, which really surprised Yang Yiyun.
Wudang Qianjue asked him to be the head teacher of Wudang, but they didn’t know that they were blind and didn’t find a genius hidden in Wudang.
If possible, Yang Yiyu would help Yuan Xiaolei, which could be regarded as repaying Sikong Yuan’s inheritance and solving the problem of the successor to the headmaster for Wudang.
Regardless of the child’s strong character or mental strength, as long as he is cured, taught the Yuanshenjing and given some guidance, with Yuan Xiaolei’s calm character like a little adult, he will have no problem managing a sect in the future, which can be regarded as finding a successor for Sikong Yuan. In
Yang Yiyu’s view, the focus of Sikong Yuan’s inheritance is not the elixir, but the Yuanshenjing.
Taoism emphasizes cause and effect or the cycle of heaven. The inheritance of Sikong Yuan that day was a blessing, which was the cause. Today, he met the young Taoist priest Yuan Xiaolei of Wudang, which was the result. Teaching Yuanshenjing and alchemy to Yuan Xiaolei was regarded as the cycle of cause and effect, and it also solved the cause and effect in Yang Yiyu’s heart.
In the future, he will not think about receiving favors from Sikong Yuan. For his path of cultivation, his thoughts will be more open in the future. Of course, Yang Yiyu still has to observe this child before making a decision, because he knows what the Yuanshenjing means and cannot be passed on casually.
Yang Yiyu has his own master Yun Tianxie, and it is impossible for him to become a disciple of Sikong Yuan, so returning Sikong Yuan’s inheritance to his disciples is also a perfect thing.
When thinking about this, Yuan Xiaolei spoke clearly: “Reporting to the Grand Master, I need to go back and ask my master before I can give you an answer. I hope the Grand Master can understand.”
“Oh, you little wooden man, what are you asking for? Hurry up and agree. Your Grand Master can value you. This is a pie in the sky for you…”
“Hmph~”
Before Baishan finished speaking, Yang Yiyu snorted and glared at him fiercely.
Then Baishan stopped talking. He forgot that Yang Yiyu had just warned him not to interrupt. But Baishan couldn’t help it because he knew that Yang Yiyu valued Yuan Xiaolei. If Yuan Xiaolei could become Yang Yiyu’s disciple, my goodness, this would be a big deal for Wudang.
But Yuan Xiaolei was usually very smart, but he failed at the critical moment today and even went to ask his master for instructions. His master was a “famous person” in Wudang, so what could he teach? Besides, Yuan Xiaolei was born weak and couldn’t practice martial arts, but Baishan knew that Yang Yiyu must have a way to let Yuan Xiaolei practice martial arts, so he was anxious.
But Yang Yiyu seemed to appreciate this child more and more, without any displeasure. Yuan Xiaolei had his own master, and he asked his master for instructions before doing anything. This was a model of respecting teachers.
“Okay, Xiaolei, go ask your master. I’ll just wait.” Yang Yiyun said with a smile.
At this time, Baishan ran away and said, “Chen Fengzi lives in Sunset Peak. I’ll go find him.”
Yang Yiyun was a little surprised, but then shook his head and smiled bitterly, “Finally, I did the right thing.”
After watching Baishan leave, Yang Yiyun and Yuan Xiaolei continued to chat: “Xiaolei, they beat you up and broke your nose just now. Why didn’t you cry? Why don’t you ask your master to come out and deal with them? Doesn’t it hurt?”
Yang Yiyun asked the question completely from the perspective of a child.
But Yuan Xiaolei’s answer made him no longer treat him as a child.
“What’s the use of crying? They will continue to beat me. They won’t stop. If I cry or complain to my master, they will beat me even harder next time. My master and I are not respected by anyone in Wudang. Even if I complain to my master, it will be useless.
The masters of the kids who beat me just now are all innate ancient martial artists, but my master is dark energy and the laughing stock of the whole Wudang. My master is of the same generation as Uncle Qian Jue and Uncle Ming Jue, but there is a huge difference in their cultivation. Uncle Ming Jue is known as the second best martial artist in Wudang, and Uncle Qian Jue is the best. My master is only at the peak of the ninth level of dark energy. He is often ridiculed by his peers as… well, anyway, it’s not a good thing.
I have a congenital disease and can’t practice martial arts. I am even called a little waste of Wudang. In the world of ancient martial artists, it’s normal to be beaten without strength and martial arts. I can understand it.”
After Yuan Xiaolei finished speaking, Yang Yiyu was shocked. If he hadn’t seen with his own eyes that he was a nine-year-old child, Yang Yiyu really thought he would be an old monster.
This guy sees things too clearly, straight to the essence.
Is this an old monster or a child?
(End of this chapter)
