novelhk Chapter 17 Old Zhong!
Chapter 17 Old Zhong!
"I recognize it..."
"Of course I recognize it!"
Zhong Yuan's face was full of helplessness. He never dreamed that his missing father would be the leader of the Ming Cult.
Many thoughts quickly converged in his mind.
He began to understand.
Why did Huo Tianjiao send him to this source cave?
Given the striking resemblance between him and Lao Zhong, Huo Tianjiao must have already realized her identity.
However, he didn't understand if Huo Tianjiao wanted to use him to blackmail Lao Zhong.
Why didn't they take me hostage, but instead let me enter Bangyuan Cave and even meet Lao Zhong?
now.
Zhong Yuan felt that the relationship between Huo Tianjiao and Lao Zhong might not be as hostile as he had heard.
There's a problem here.
But he couldn't guess what the details were for the time being.
but.
They come, the security.
Lao Zhong is his father, that can't be changed.
Moreover, with a powerful backer like Lao Zhong, the possibility of cultivating profound internal skills is greatly amplified.
This is a good thing.
Wang Yin, the altar master standing to the side, bowed slightly to Zhong, the sect leader below the pavilion, and then quietly left, leaving Zhong Yuan and his son enough private space.
Zhong Yuan was only stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. Without any ceremony, he stepped forward and sat down in the pavilion.
He took a fruit from the stone table under the pavilion and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.
Old Zhong looked at his son with great interest.
It's been more than two years since I last saw you.
His son seems to have changed quite a bit.
He is no longer the boy who only knew how to study by rote.
After finishing the fruit, Zhong Yuan ate some snacks, and then drank tea in large gulps.
After filling my stomach, I let out a satisfied burp.
He then raised his hand to pat his stomach and said to Old Zhong, "Don't be offended, I've been on the road since early morning and haven't had time to eat anything."
I'm hungry.
Old Zhong laughed and said, "It's alright, we'll eat when we're hungry and drink when we're thirsty."
"This is true nature."
Looking at the approachable Old Zhong, Zhong Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked a question.
"Should I call you 'Father,' or 'Master Zhong'?"
Old Zhong smiled faintly, sat down opposite him, and said quite naturally, "Whatever you say."
Chung Yuan stretched out his arms, loosening his muscles and bones.
"Then I'll call you Lao Zhong."
The wrinkles around Old Zhong's eyes were somewhat relaxed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"You've changed quite a bit compared to two years ago."
"It seems you've grown up quite a bit in the past two years."
Zhong Yuan said calmly, "When you live alone, you have to think more positively."
Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and don't take anything too seriously.
"Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep when it's late at night and everything is quiet."
Zhong Yuan finished speaking.
This left Lao Zhong somewhat silent.
After a while.
Old Zhong then explained, "Back then, I left in a hurry because there were some urgent matters to attend to within the sect, which were inconvenient to discuss with you."
"It's perfectly normal for you to feel resentful."
"However, a real man cannot support his family if he has not experienced hardship."
"Besides, before I left, I left a letter for Fang Youchang, asking him to take care of you."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuan thought to himself, "It seems that Old Zhong isn't an unreliable person after all."
Fang Youchang's care was actually due to Lao Zhong's secret favor.
However, Old Zhong probably never dreamed that his biological son, engrossed in his studies, would freeze to death in the middle of the night because he left the window open.
Zhong Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at Old Zhong.
"Never mind, it's all in the past."
"My mind is a bit of a mess right now."
"Could you please clear up my confusion?"
Old Zhong smiled and said, "If you have any questions or anything you want to ask, please feel free to ask."
Zhong Yuan asked, "How did you become the leader of the Ming Cult?"
"I always thought you were a down-on-his-luck scholar from a family that had fallen on hard times."
Old Zhong chuckled, then said with a smile, "You're only half right."
"Our lineage originates from the Zhong family of Yingchuan. By the time of your grandfather, our family had indeed declined."
"When I was young, my greatest wish was to be like yours: to pass the imperial examination, enter officialdom, and bring glory to my family."
"However, fate played a cruel trick on him, and he ultimately did not pursue the path of the imperial examinations."
"On the contrary, by a twist of fate, I became the leader of the Ming Cult."
"If you want to know the details later, I will tell you slowly."
"However, there's something I need to ask you about right now."
Zhong Yuan asked, "What is it?"
Old Zhong asked, "Did you come up with that scripture yourself, or did you hear it from someone else?"
Zhong Yuan initially wanted to say that he had heard it from someone else, but then he thought that Old Zhong would definitely ask him who that person was.
It would be better to just say it was your own idea.
"It was my own idea."
Upon hearing this, Old Zhong sighed slightly, his expression solemn, and he recited with a look of sorrow.
"Burn my broken body, in the blazing holy fire."
"What joy is there in living, what sorrow in dying?"
"To do good and eliminate evil is solely for the sake of light."
Joy and sorrow, all return to dust.
"Pity us, the people of this world, for we suffer so much!"
"Pity us, the people of this world, for we suffer so much!"
"This scripture is very well written."
"You are able to write such scriptures, which shows that you are much more mature than I was at that age."
"Back then, the first leader of the Ming Cult was so benevolent and courageous in establishing the Ming Cult. He only hoped that one day, there would be more and more people doing good in this world, and that all beings would be equal."
Unfortunately, times have changed, and more than three hundred years have passed.
"The number of evildoers in the world is still greater than ever, and the common people in the world continue to live in dire straits."
"Pity us, the people of this world, for we suffer so much!"
"This sentence is really well written."
"It seems that in the past few years, in Zhenjie Village, you have not only learned to use your brain to study, but also learned to use your heart to see the suffering in this world."
"As a father, I am very pleased."
When Zhong Yuan saw Lao Zhong's compassionate expression, his eyes even reddened.
He couldn't help but ask, "Old Zhong, are you alright?"
Old Zhong turned away, feigning nonchalance.
"It's nothing, what could possibly be wrong with your father?"
"I just suddenly thought of some old things, and felt a bit sentimental."
Zhong Yuan couldn't help but think to himself, Old Zhong is really a man of character, without any airs of a cult leader.
"Mr. Zhong, there's something I need to ask you about."
Zhong Yuan continued.
Old Zhong turned around.
"What is it?"
Zhong Yuan asked softly, "What exactly is going on between you and Huo Tianjiao, the Holy Maiden of the Persian Church?"
"The other day, you and she really got into a fight and seriously injured each other?"
Upon hearing this, Lao Zhong raised an eyebrow but smiled faintly.
"I bet there's someone you'd like to meet."
Immediately, Old Zhong raised his hand and gently clapped his hands.
there.
A woman dressed in red, radiant and fair-skinned with a high nose and deep-set eyes, named Huo Tianjiao, walked over from the other side.
Her red dress fluttered in the wind, and the pearls and jade ornaments on her headdress jingled.
Like a blooming rose, beautiful and charming.