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After the people from the Tiandao Sect left, Yin Xiu glanced at the Taiqingguan disciples behind Chuchenzi, and immediately said: "If it's convenient, let's go in and talk.︽,"
As he finished speaking, Yin Xiu suddenly remembered something and immediately added, "Oh, by the way, I'll have to ask you to prepare some incense and the like later. I want to pay homage to my ancestor..."
Because Taiqing Temple is a Taoist temple, there will naturally be no shortage of incense and other things used for sacrifices and prayers, so Yin Xiu did not bring them up from the mountain.
Upon hearing this, Chuchenzi quickly responded: "Okay, that's not a problem. Pindao will have someone prepare it for the layman later."
After a slight pause, Chuchenzi continued: "By the way, I also want to go and pay homage to my ancestors and father. Do you mind coming with me later?"
After saying that, Chuchenzi looked at Yin Xiu.
Although Yin Xiu looked like he was only in his twenties, Chuchenzi did not dare to treat Yin Xiu as a young man in his twenties at this moment.
"Can."
Yin Xiu glanced at Chuchenzi and responded calmly.
Chuchenzi felt an inexplicable feeling of relief. It seemed that there was an inexplicable pressure under Yin Xiu's plain expression, which made him appear a little cautious unconsciously.
Just like when facing a superior or a big shot who can decide your future and destiny, you must be careful to agree.
Chuchenzi knew that most of the reason why he felt this way was because the power Yin Xiu displayed before was so shocking that it completely shocked him.
Another point may really be the influence of the vague and invisible aura emanating from the 'young man' in front of him.
"Businessman, please come inside!"
Chuchenzi quickly calmed down, and quickly made a "please" gesture to Yin Xiu, turned slightly to the side, and invited him to come to Taiqing Temple.
Yin Xiu said 'hmm'. He said to Ning Yuejing beside him: "Xiao Jing, let's go in."
"Okay, Master."
Ning Yuejing responded in a clear voice, and immediately followed Yin Xiu into Taiqing Temple.
"Junior brother, go get some good tea, brew a pot of tea and come to the Taiyuan Hall..."
When entering the back door of Taiqing Temple. Chuchenzi immediately gave instructions to a Taoist priest in his fifties who was beside him.
"Hey, okay senior brother."
The Taoist priest hurriedly responded and walked quickly to make tea.
After experiencing the previous events, everyone in Taiqingguan knew that the young man in the hall at this time was unusual, and they naturally wanted to be treated well.
After a while, Chuchenzi took Yin Xiu and Ning Yuejing to a side hall in the backyard of Taiqing Temple. The words "Taiyuan Hall" were engraved on the plaque hanging in this side hall. .
Chuchenzi first screened the other people in Taiqing Temple back, and then led Yin Xiu and Ning Yuejing into the Taiyuan Hall.
"Both laymen, please take your seats!"
Chuchenzi immediately invited Yin Xiu and Ning Yuejing to take their seats.
He didn't let anyone else in, so there were only three of him, Yin Xiu, and Ning Yuejing in the huge side hall.
This side hall should be used for meditation and practice on weekdays. Therefore, the so-called "seating" is actually just futons placed opposite each other on both sides of the side hall.
Ordinary people may not be used to sitting directly on a futon. They will feel very tired after sitting for a short time, and their legs will be sore and numb. But for practitioners, this is not a problem at all.
Yin Xiu and Ning Yuejing sat down on two adjacent futons on one side, while Chuchenzi walked to the futon opposite Yin Xiu and sat cross-legged.
At this time, the Taoist priest who had been ordered by Chuchenzi to make tea also walked in personally carrying a tray. There are three very classical and elegant celadon tea bowls on the tray, as well as a matching teapot.
He placed the tea bowls in front of Chu Chenzi, Yin Xiu, and Ning Yuejing, and placed the tray and teapot next to Chu Chenzi. After speaking to Chuchenzi, he withdrew again...
Wait for the Taoist priest to leave. Chuchenzi casually picked up the tea bowl in front of him, gestured to Yin Xiu and Ning Yuejing opposite, and greeted politely: "Two laymen, please have some tea."
"Okay, thank you!"
Yin Xiu responded politely, picked up the tea bowl in front of him, and opened the lid. Suddenly I saw a stream of steaming hot air with a strong fragrance of tea coming to my nostrils...
"I still don't know how to call these two lay people? I just heard that this female lay person seems to call you 'Master'. Are you a master and a disciple?"
Chuchenzi took a sip of hot tea, then looked at Yin Xiu opposite and asked. With a little bit of curiosity.
Yin Xiu nodded lightly and turned to glance at Ning Yuejing beside him. Said: "We are indeed a master-disciple relationship. This is my disciple Ning Yuejing."
"As for me… "
Yin Xiu paused for a moment, looked at Chuchenzi, and said, "My surname is Yin, and my name is Xiu!"
"Yin Xiu?"
Chuchenzi was slightly startled, and couldn't help but murmured something. Then his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, as if something was wrong.
"Yin Xiu, Yin Xiu? This name..."
Chuchenzi frowned, looking thoughtful. This name gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it somewhere, or seen it before, and it felt like he had seen it before.
Although Chuchenzi was just mumbling to himself, Yin Xiu's ears naturally heard these two words clearly. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a faint arc that resembled a smile.
Then he raised the teacup in his hand, blew the hot air on the surface of the tea, and came forward to take a sip...
From Chuchenzi's reaction and those two murmurs, it was obvious that he had heard of or seen his name.
Not surprisingly, it might be something left by Wang Changping back then. Or when Wang Changping was still alive, he mentioned his name to him.
After Yin Xiu took a sip of tea, he covered the teacup in his hand again and slowly put it down.
At this moment, Chuchenzi seemed to suddenly remember something, and the expression on his face suddenly froze, and he was completely stunned. Even the hand holding the teacup loosened unconsciously, and the teacup dropped directly from his hand...
'Bang! '
'Wow... '
The teacup that was released from Izuku's hand fell directly to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound, and there was also a noisy sound of fragments scraping on the ground.
Yin Xiu looked up and saw that the tea bowl in front of Chu Chenzi had been smashed to pieces, and the hot tea was also scattered around, still steaming.
"You... you said your name is Yin, Yin Xiu?! Which Yin, which Xiu?"
Chuchenzi didn't pay attention to the broken tea bowl in front of him at this time. He just stared at Yin Xiu blankly, asking with a bit of shock and a bit of hesitation on his face.
Judging from his reaction, it was as if he had encountered something incredible.
Yin Xiu heard his trembling question and looked at the expression on his face. He couldn't help showing a slight smile and said lightly: "Yes, my name is indeed Yin Xiu. It is the Yin you think of, and That repair!"
"W-what?"
Chuchenzi was stunned when he heard this, and immediately looked at Yin Xiu in shock, "You, you know what I am thinking?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Chuchenzi suddenly woke up, looked at Yin Xiu in shock, and cried out: "Could it be that you... are you really him?"
Chuchenzi's voice couldn't help but tremble. However, just after he finished speaking, he shook his head again and said in denial: "No, this is impossible. How is this possible? You..."
Just when Chuchenzi was about to say, 'You can't be that person,' he looked at Yin Xiu's face and suddenly froze, unable to continue speaking in the middle of his sentence.
Instead, he stared at Yin Xiu's face carefully, as if he was identifying it.
Yin Xiu looked at Chuchenzi's unbelievable words and kept smiling lightly. To him, the Izuku in front of him was just a junior.
After Chuchenzi stared at Yin Xiu's face for a while, he suddenly took a long breath and continued to breathe deeply, trying to calm down the shocking wave in his heart.
After a long while, he slowly spoke and asked in a somewhat tentative tone: "You... do you have another name named Yin Shicheng?"
When Chuchenzi asked, he seemed extra cautious. He even said the word 'you' in his address, but suddenly felt something was wrong, so he immediately changed his words and used the word 'you' as an honorific.
When Yin Xiu heard Chu Chenzi ask this question, he knew that what he had just expected was right. So with a smile on her face, she nodded slightly to him and responded lightly: "Yes, Yin Shicheng was my first name, and I changed my name to Yin Xiu later."
Hearing Yin Xiu's personal admission, Chuchenzi suddenly felt his heart beating so violently that it almost seemed like it would jump out of his chest.
There was a deep shock and horror in his heart, and even his scalp felt numb for a while.
"It's him, it's really him! He admitted it himself, it's really him! But how is this possible! How is it possible?"
"If it is really the person in the paintings and letters left by grandpa, then wouldn't he be more than a hundred years old now? But how could he still be so young... "
Chuchenzi screamed uncontrollably in his heart and couldn't believe what he knew.
However, all indications indicate that this is most likely true. If you look closely at the appearance of the man in front of you, he is indeed very similar to the man in the portraits left by his grandfather.
Also, the name is right.
More importantly, Izuku couldn't help but recall everything that happened outside the back door.
He asked himself, that kind of power was completely beyond his own cognitive scope.
If...if the person in front of me is really the person mentioned in grandpa's paintings and calligraphy, then all this seems to make sense to a certain extent.
It seems that it is not surprising that a person who is over a hundred years old and has been practicing for hundreds of years can possess such incredible power.
On the other hand, it seems... understandable that a person with such shocking power, completely beyond his cognitive scope, can live for more than a hundred years and still maintain his youthful appearance. (To be continued.)
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