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Chapter 294: Martial Arts Transformed into Taoism
"Lingchen! Lingchen!"

The clear and pleasant voice of a woman rang out in the charity cemetery early in the morning.

Wencai, who was sleeping soundly, immediately jumped up after hearing the sound, rubbed his eyes quickly, and ran to the yard with a smile on his face.

"Tingting! Tingting!"

Seeing the figure in the pink skirt, Wencai's last bit of sleepiness disappeared completely. He came forward and said attentively: "Tingting, you come to see your junior brother so early?"

Ren Tingting looked at his face, her eyes twitched, she forced a smile and nodded.

Wencai: "Tingting, are you going shopping with Junior Brother again?"

"Yes, I heard from my father that a batch of foreign goods has just arrived at the dock. I want to go and take a look with Lingchen."

Wencai's eyes lit up and he said, "Hey, you see, Junior Brother hasn't gotten up yet, how about I go with you?"

"Ah? No, that's fine. I'll just wait for him to wake up."

"Tingting, you don't know, but Junior Brother has been so busy lately that he barely goes out during the day except for eating. I think he doesn't have time."

"This……"

Ren Tingting frowned, and Wencai felt heartbroken when he saw it.

"How about I help you wake up your junior brother?"

"Forget it, let him sleep for a while, I'll just wait here."

"Well, come in and sit down."

Leading Ren Tingting into the main hall, Wencai made tea and served snacks. If you didn't know, you would think he was serving his mother.

Faced with Wencai's polite hospitality, Ren Tingting felt a little uncomfortable, but she still remained polite and kept thanking him.

It’s a pity that she didn’t understand that the more she said thank you, the more excited Wencai became.

So in a short while, the table was filled with all kinds of food and drinks.

But Wencai was still racking his brains to find something.

squeak~
The door opened, and Hong Chen held his long hair up with both hands, tying it as he walked.

As he spent more and more time in ancient times, he gradually got used to having long hair. It can be imagined that as the world level increases in the future, it will definitely be dominated by ancient backgrounds, so he gave up the idea of ​​cutting his hair short.

In the Taoist sect, such a habit is not uncommon.

Fortunately, the Qing Dynasty has fallen. If he had been allowed to keep his rat tail braid, he would have been able to kill his way to the palace and chop off the head of Aisin-Gioro.

Seeing him come out, Ren Tingting suddenly stood up, lifted her skirt and ran over quickly.

Grabbing the wooden hairpin from Hong Chen's hand, she leaned over and said with a smile, "I'll help you."

"Do you know?"

"Of course, I found someone to teach me last time I went back. Don't forget, I studied makeup when I went abroad, and hairstyle is also a part of makeup."

Hong Chen walked into the main hall, sat down at a table full of food, grabbed a piece of cake and took a bite, then said, "You traveled thousands of miles to study abroad just to learn makeup, don't you think it's a loss?"

Ren Tingting stood behind him, combing his hair and said with a smile: "I know what you want to say. You really don't act like a child at all."

She held up Hong Chen's hair with both hands and continued, "I know what kind of person I am. My father has protected me very well since I was a child. I don't have the ability to do big things, nor do I have any lofty ideals. I can't save others. I just hope that I can be safe and sound with my family and friends."

After inserting the hairpin, she smiled and said, "It's OK. Can you feel it?"

Hong Chen reached out and touched it, it was very stable.

After swallowing the last bite of pastry, he stood up, turned his head and was immediately startled.

"Brother, have you encountered evil spirits? Why are you so resentful so early in the morning?"

Wencai pouted, wishing he could write the words "I'm unhappy" on his face.

But when Ren Tingting looked at him, he instantly smiled again.

"Junior brother, Tingting, do you want to go shopping? Do you want me to carry your things for you?"

Ren Tingting politely declined: "Don't bother you, we're just taking a walk."

Hong Chen didn't say anything, he was looking at Feiyangyang.

After leaving the charity cemetery, there was a brand new bicycle parked at the door.

After Ren Tingting got on the car, she said with a broad smile: "Get in the car, I'll take you."

"Can you do it?" Hong Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Tsk, don't look down on me. I ride a bicycle a lot when I'm abroad."

Sitting in the back seat, Hong Chen didn't need to hold on to anything to maintain his balance, but he couldn't resist Ren Tingting and could only hold her slender waist.

The resentment in the charity cemetery became even greater.

Ride your bike directly to the pier, where the latest foreign goods are sold in the nearby shops.

After walking around for a long time, Hong Chen bought a lot of things.

“Is the cake ready?”

"It should be about time. Shall we go back?"

"Ah."

"Then go to my house first. I'll ask a few people to help you send your things back."

When he arrived at Ren's house, Ren Fa smiled more warmly when he saw Ling Chen than when he saw his father, especially when he saw him and Ren Tingting going out together.

On the side, Captain Awei’s resentment was comparable to Wencai’s.

But since he was beaten last time, he seemed to have no courage to continue to trouble Hong Chen. Before leaving, Ren Fa specially sent a box: "I heard from Tingting that today is Uncle Jiu's birthday. I don't know what Uncle Jiu likes, so I specially prepared some of the things I like on weekdays. Please ask Taoist Lingchen to pass it on for me."

Hong Chen saw through the box at a glance and nodded with a smile.

Outside the Ren family's door, Qiu Sheng had changed his clothes early and was waiting, with a gift box tied to the back seat of his bicycle.

A group of people returned to the charity cemetery.

Wencai also changed into clean clothes.

Dusk.

After a busy day, Uncle Jiu had just pushed open the door of the charity cemetery when he was greeted with a surprise.

The three disciples were standing in the yard in neat clothes. Hong Chen was holding a huge cake in his hands, and the light of the lit candles was reflected on his smiling face.

"Master, happy birthday!!!"

Even a man like Uncle Jiu couldn't help but have tears in his eyes when he heard the congratulations from his three beloved disciples.

The charity cemetery was particularly lively that night.

The next day.

Uncle Jiu was wearing a cloth shirt, a pair of sunglasses on his chest, and a watch chain around his waist, looking a bit Western.

Hong Chen gave her a pocket watch, Wencai gave her a pair of sunglasses, and Qiu Sheng gave her a suit.

Uncle Jiu is not used to wearing suits, so he naturally has to carry the first two with him.

However, I don’t know where Uncle Jiu hid the box full of small yellow croakers that Ren sent.

He stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the sun. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Wencai, cook more food. We have guests today."

"Guests?" Wencai blinked. "How many?"

Uncle Jiu counted with his fingers and said, "Five."

"Oh, so much? Then I have to cook more rice!" Wencai turned and ran into the kitchen.

Hong Chen turned around: "Master, is it Uncle Qianhe?"

"Oh? You calculated it too?" Uncle Jiu was a little surprised.

Hong Chen shook his head: "No, there are not many people coming to the charity cemetery on weekdays. Didn't Master Qianhe accept four disciples? The number is just right."

Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "Smart. It just so happens that your uncle Qianhe is the best at fighting those evil creatures. Moreover, he has never stayed in one place for many years. He has been traveling around the world and has encountered countless evil creatures and monsters. If you are interested in these, you can communicate with him more."

Hong Chen nodded in agreement.

Of course he was interested in Taoist Qianhe who only played in the peak competition.

We have never had the chance to meet in the past, so this time I should ask for advice from each other.

"By the way, you said you were studying recently so you didn't go out. How's your study going?"

Speaking of this, Hong Chen suddenly became excited.

"Master, I seem to have found some tips in the book."

"Oh?" Uncle Jiu sat down, "Tell me in detail."

Hong Chen sat down next to him and said, "Master, you know I know martial arts, right?"

Uncle Jiu nodded in approval: "Yes, and your martial arts skills are very impressive. The person who taught you must have been a rare master."

"Hey, Master, I suddenly got some inspiration when I was reading. I couldn't grasp it at first, but then I studied hard day and night, and finally I grasped it at a certain moment!"

As he spoke, Hong Chen raised his right hand and slapped forward.

The palm wind was rustling, and flames suddenly ignited in the air in front, and the flames turned into a clear palm leaping forward.

When it was about to hit the pillar, Hong Chen waved his hand and broke it apart.

Looking back, he was excited and his eyes were bright.

"Master, it's complicated to say, but actually I just turned the martial arts I learned before into Taoism. You know, magic power is spiritual energy, and martial arts is internal force. These two are different things and cannot be mixed at all. But after these days of hard study, I have understood a little bit of the true meaning of Taoism and solved this problem."

Uncle Jiu stared at the place where the flaming palm disappeared, and did not respond for a long time.

"Master? Master! Master?!"

"Ah... Oh! I see, I see. Well done. Keep working hard and consolidate what you have learned. You will achieve greater success in the future."

"Thank you, Master. I also think this insight is very useful."

"Very good, keep it up!" Uncle Jiu smiled, stood up, and walked quickly towards his room.

After returning to his room and closing the door, his expression suddenly began to change drastically, which was not consistent with the image of a master at all.

Then, he quickly lit three incense sticks, stood in front of the ancestral tablet, and muttered to himself for a long time.

It looked like just a palm strike that created a flame, but in fact it bridged the gap between martial arts and Taoism.

What Hong Chen thought of as transformation was also a kind of creation in the field of Taoism, wasn't it?
Those who are capable of creating the Dao are all famous figures in Maoshan and even in the world. Among these figures, only a few will serve in the underworld, and most of them go to heaven.

Even if he is not a true god, at least he has become an immortal!
What is the purpose of practicing Taoism?
Isn’t it just becoming an immortal?

“Grandmaster, you must protect Ah Chen. After he gets a heart transplant, his Taoist body will be complete and his cultivation will soar again. The revival of Maoshan is just around the corner, and this difficult world may not be able to change because of this.

Be it changing dynasties or changing the world, I believe he has the ability to do it.

Disciple Lin Jiu will definitely protect him with his body. I do not seek to become an immortal, nor do I seek a divine position in heaven and earth. I only hope that good will prevail over evil and that the world will be reborn in peace and prosperity! "

(End of this chapter)