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I looked at him, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth, yet I remained silent.
I secretly pondered: Did he not realize that his ears had turned bright red? However, I had no intention of exposing him; after all, who could resist the charm of a vixen like me?
As we approached Qingcheng Mountain, I knew that once I met his fellow disciples, I would be able to seek out my benefactor to express my gratitude.
Speaking of my benefactor, my aunt hadn’t told me his surname or given me his full name. She only mentioned that he was currently at the Taoist temple on Qingcheng Mountain and had grown up there as a Taoist priest.
I had inquired with Rong Youdao, who told me that there was only one person who had grown up on Qingcheng Mountain, named Cang Ming. He was an abandoned child found by his master at the foot of the mountain.
Well, considering the age, it did align somewhat with what my aunt had said. It seemed this was indeed the reincarnated Little Boy from my past life.
Eager to meet him, I urged Rong Youdao to hurry along the way.
We walked through the bustling streets, one wearing a black wolf mask and the other a white fox mask, blending in with the crowd attending the exorcism festival like ordinary passersby.
The Taoist temple on Qingcheng Mountain was somewhat different from what I had imagined.
These priests seemed indifferent to matters of wealth and maintenance. Compared to the few Buddhist halls I had passed earlier, this temple appeared rather shabby.
I glanced at the sign hanging precariously at the entrance and turned to Rong Youdao. “Is this the name of your temple? Choumu Pavilion sounds quite poetic!”
“It was named by my master. It signifies our early morning practices; it’s not particularly melodious,” Rong Youdao replied as he pulled me around before stopping in front of Cang Ming's door and gently knocking on it.
Today, I deliberately transformed into my favorite outfit and makeup, eagerly hoping that Cang Ming would like it. With a hint of shyness on my face, I stood in front of Cang Ming's door, watching Rong Youdao raise his hand to knock.
Seeing my bashful appearance, Rong Youdao seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable, but he still raised his right hand and gently knocked on the door, calling out, "Cang Ming, are you there? A young lady is looking for you."
"Who is it?" A voice came from inside, and soon the door swung open to reveal a man dressed in black.
Looking at the rugged man with a thick beard before me, I couldn't help but glance incredulously at Rong Youdao, my eyes clearly asking: Is this really your senior brother?
Rong Youdao silently nodded.
Great, my heart instantly sank.
According to the folk tales I read in Qingqiu, repaying kindness meant getting married and having children.
So I had planned to give Cang Ming a big fat son as a way of repaying him.
It seemed Rong Youdao could see through my thoughts; he swiftly knocked the sketchbook out of my hands and frowned as he said, "What are you looking at these tales for? They only tell stories about Bai Niangzi; relationships with demons and monsters can't be trusted."
I frowned in displeasure, squatting down to pick up the fallen Bai Niangzi sketchbook and gently brushing off the dust. I retorted, "What do you know? This is the most classic example of a relationship between a human and a demon in our demon clan. In the end, their family of three all ended up together. Besides, isn't Bai Niangzi the white snake demon from under your Qingcheng Mountain? Why won't you let me see the tales from your own mountain?"
Rong Youdao shook his head helplessly, walked over to a nearby stone bench, sat down, picked up a cup of tea, took a small sip, and said, "Bai Niangzi is not one of our demons from Qingcheng Mountain. Although she grew up here, she was destined for greatness from birth. Rather than saying she is one of us, it's more accurate to say that Qingcheng Mountain is simply where she cultivated."
From Rong Youdao's words, it seemed he held some admiration for Bai Niangzi.
I couldn't help but ask, "What? Isn't Bai Niangzi also a demon? It sounds like you have a bit of admiration for her."
Rong Youdao took another sip of tea and replied slowly, "It's different. Bai Niangzi benefits the common people, and together with her husband Xu Xiangong, they have saved countless lives and accumulated a lot of merit. Naturally, she cannot be compared to an ordinary demon."
I smiled and pressed on, "What about me?"
Rong Youdao chuckled, raised a finger to wave it dismissively, and teased, "You aren't worthy yet."
Great, he had managed to anger me again.
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