My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 1334 - 1244: Setting Out on the Journey Home (Part 3)

Qi Mingyun was stunned, a monk, the kind that can’t eat meat?

He lowered his head, so was he destined to be a child nobody wanted?

Teng Zhao looked at the child’s obviously ill-fitting and outdated clothes, and said: "Child, would you like to be my disciple?"

Qi Mingyun tugged at the corner of his clothes, saying nothing, and quietly glanced at Teng Zhao.

The person before him, was he a monk? But he didn’t have a shaved head, and although he wore a plain robe, it was embroidered with strange patterns, with his hair pinned up using a wooden hairpin.

He was young and handsome, with an indifferent air. He didn’t look like a monk, but felt very powerful, even more so than the Imperial Grandfather.

He seemed very stern!

Teng Zhao saw that he said nothing and continued: "You will only survive if you attain Enlightenment, otherwise, with your Life Chart, you won’t live past ten."

Qi Qian was still alive, and those below feared he might remember his grandson, so they dared not harm the child. But if Qi Qian were to die, this poor child, with his unfortunate Life Chart, wouldn’t have long to live.

Qi Mingyun turned pale. Although he was young, he understood the meaning of life and death.

He looked towards Qi Qian, seeking comfort.

Qi Qian’s gaze was kind as he said: "Master Xuan Yi has great abilities. His master is the Immortal Buqiu of the Red Lotus Temple. You are blessed with good fortune to have the chance to become his disciple. Go, worship your master, and once you have entered the Dao, you will no longer be part of the Imperial Family. Follow your master, cultivate, and understand the Dao. Do not involve yourself in worldly matters, especially those of the Imperial Family. Ignore them; they are of no benefit to you. Once you achieve Enlightenment, from then on, you will be the master of your own Dao."

Qi Mingyun listened, pursed his slightly pale lips, and knelt down to him, bowing three times: "Then, grandson Mingyun bids farewell to Imperial Grandfather, wishing him health and longevity."

The three bows reddened his forehead. After he got up, he once again knelt in front of Teng Zhao: "Disciple greets Master."

"Good, from now on your Daoist name shall be Changdu, guiding yourself and others across the shore of life." Teng Zhao patted his head and said: "You are also the sixth-generation Directly Inheriting Disciple of Qingping Temple. The master’s commandment states that anyone who betrays the master, swears will be executed. You must remember!"

Qi Mingyun, no, from now on he was called Changdu, felt his forehead warm, as if something entered from the top of his head and spread throughout his body, warm and comforting.

Could this be the blessing touch? In that case, cultivation doesn’t seem so bad, and not eating meat is acceptable.

Later he learned it was called Spiritual Power, also known as merit.

Just like when his Grandmaster accepted disciples back then, while granting a disciple a name, they also imbued a strand of merit. This was both a blessing and an amulet, and in the future, he would do the same. This was the legacy.

Teng Zhao looked at his disciple’s chubby, soft bun-like face, seeing through him, as if he saw himself back then, his eyes slightly warm.

Master, twenty years have passed, and now your disciple also has a disciple to pass on the legacy. Have you embarked on your return journey yet?

In the twentieth year of Kangping, November, Emperor Kangping passed away. The same winter, the fourth son of the Crown Prince died of illness, and the following year, the Crown Prince ascended the throne, the era name changed to Yongyan.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Teng Zhao once again disappointingly emerged from the Underworld and took his newly accepted disciple to Qin Liuxi’s clothing tomb.

Feng Xiu was, as usual, leaning against the weathered tombstone, hearing footsteps, he lifted his eyelids to glance, his gaze swept over the child beside Teng Zhao, extremely disdainful.

Teng Zhao approached, poured a round of wine for his master, and then had Changdu kneel and bow, telling him who the tombstone was for.

Changdu’s face was pale and transparent. He didn’t understand why from Qingping Temple he suddenly arrived at this particularly strange place. When his master told him to close his eyes, he obediently did so, feeling icy all over, as if a ghost were touching him.

But he was inherently honest, so when Teng Zhao told him to kneel, he did so obediently, paying respects to the Grandmaster, mimicking Teng Zhao, pouring wine until he finished a round, then fainted onto the snowy ground.

Feng Xiu’s mouth twitched: "Disciple? Weakling!"

Teng Zhao helplessly said: "The master said, destined to have but one disciple, and it’s him."

Feng Xiu snorted coldly: "I’m afraid, before your master returns, he will report to the Yama Hall, whether he sees her or not is hard to say."

Teng Zhao was long accustomed to his sharp tongue and didn’t respond, he turned to lift his disciple.

Changdu had already woken up himself, looked at Feng Xiu with some dissatisfaction and said: "I can see."

"See what?"

Changdu clenched his fists and said: "I said, I can see the Grandmaster."

She also said she had a long life.

Feng Xiu was taken aback, exchanging a glance with Teng Zhao, both turning to look at the tombstone.

"That, wasn’t a stroke of the character just missing now?"

Feng Xiu pointed at the character on the stone, the Qin character, suddenly missing a stroke.

If it’s not seeing ghosts, then is she on the return journey?