Chapter 211
Chapter 211
Unable to bear the pain, Huang Zuo hastily snatched his hand back. His terrified eyes were filled with disbelief.
“How could this happen?!”
Hu Qingshan had expected this outcome, but seeing it actually happen still left the Hu Family immortal deeply disheartened. He felt the sorrow of one sufferer recognizing another.
“Brother Huang, have you heard the saying, ‘The Dharma is not transmitted to six ears, and the Dao does not descend among unorthodox schools’?
“In the end, we spirit mediums are not the favored race of Heaven and Earth. To put it bluntly, we belong only to the heterodox paths!”
Chang Huaiyuan also heaved a long sigh.
“As beings of another kind, we are deficient in our inborn foundations, shallow in fortune, and lack great merit to shield us. How could we possibly lay a hand on a Celestial Master’s sacred canon?
“Brother Huang, do you understand now?”
Huang Zuo’s eyes darted rapidly. A moment later, his face fell.
He rose, first cupping his fists toward the sky, then solemnly bowing to Hua Jiunan.
“I, Huang, failed to recognize the majesty of Heaven and Earth and foolishly tried to touch a Celestial Master’s secret art with this lowly body. I deserve punishment!
“I hope the young master physician will be magnanimous and not stoop to my level!”
Except for Old Sixth Hui, every other spirit medium-and Hemp-clad Grandmother-wore a disappointed expression. Hua Jiunan saw it all.
In truth, Hua Jiunan sincerely wished to share what he had learned with the Immortal Spirits who had risked their lives to help him.
Unfortunately, unseen laws imposed their own restrictions:
The Dao must not be passed on lightly, for what is lightly passed on is no Dao at all.
Deaf Granny looked at the conflicted Hua Jiunan and guessed what he was thinking. In her heart, she also hoped the great spirit mediums would grow stronger.
As the saying went, a fence needed three stakes, and a capable man needed three helpers.
Hua Jiunan carried a blood feud. If he wanted revenge on his enemies, how could he do without a few capable allies?
Although they still did not know who the enemy was, every sign indicated that the other party was an utterly terrifying existence.
Deaf Granny was old. She worried that after she died, no one would remain to help Hua Jiunan, and his enemies would kill him.
That was why she had laid several contingencies:
She had done all she could to win over the great spirit mediums and Hemp-clad Grandmother.
She had encouraged Hua Jiunan to grow close to Elder Pine and make offerings to him every day.
And from a young age, she had made Wang Qianyue diligently study ancient wu-shaman arts.
Little Qianyue was only ten now, but her secret wu-shaman rites were already a force to be reckoned with. Given time to prepare, she could at least… at least defeat Eighth Master Chang.
Of course, Deaf Granny had told no one about Wang Qianyue-not even Hua Jiunan.
Only at the decisive moment in the final battle against their enemy would she give the other side a “surprise”!
Lost in thought, Deaf Granny absentmindedly put down her chopsticks.
Chen Daji assumed that the dishes had been poorly prepared and spoiled the old woman’s appetite. He spoke up at once.
“Grandma, don’t you like this food? I’ll have Mom cook a whole new tableful. Please don’t be angry.”
Hearing him, Wang San’s Wife, Chen Fu’s wife, and Zhao Aiguo’s wife hurried over and began speaking as well.
“Old Auntie, tell us which dish isn’t to your taste. We’ll take it away and make another one right now.”
Chen Fu curled his lip and muttered reproachfully, “Why bother asking? Take all of it away and cook it again. Don’t upset Old Auntie!”
Coming back to herself, Deaf Granny froze for a moment, then stopped them with a genial smile.
“Don’t talk nonsense. There’s nothing wrong with the food my three daughters-in-law worked so hard to make. This old woman likes it very much! I was only remembering a few things.”
At that, Deaf Granny took out her pipe, and Hua Jiunan hurriedly rose to light it. The old woman took a deeply satisfied puff.
“Xiao Jiu, do you truly want to pass Daoist arts on to the Immortal Spirits?”
Hua Jiunan nodded repeatedly.
“Yes, Grandma! The seniors have helped me time and again, and I always feel I have no way to repay them. Do you have a solution?”
Deaf Granny nodded slowly.
“I have something that barely counts as a solution. Whether it works or not, we’ll have to try it to find out…”
At those words, even Hu Qingshan, whose cultivation was the deepest, lit up with delight.
“Do you truly mean that, little sister?! Hurry and tell us your idea!”
Deaf Granny smiled and tapped out her pipe.
“Don’t be impatient, Brother Hu. All I have in mind is a clumsy method: we tell Heaven our troubles, bargain with it, and reason things out little by little.
“Hopefully, what happened to Xiao Jiu’s family will move the Daoist ancestors.”