C1 The Monk on the Second Day of the Lunar New Year

I am a guest of the Purple Sky.

I can't do anything about it!

Once I find it, the world will change!

The Four Seas Steals the Clouds!

A clear and clear chant was heard. It was heard that the person who had entered the hall uninvited was already standing at the entrance of the hall. Zhang Er, the servant who ran in to report, made a helpless expression, indicating that it was not that we were incompetent. It was that we were really powerless.

Zhang Wentao, the head of the family, who was drinking tea in the hall, knew that he could not blame them. Fortunately, he was already used to it. Thus, he waved his hand to signal Zhang Er to be busy. He could go and be busy, but he quickly tidied his clothes. He walked to the door to welcome them.

It was the second year of Chong Zhen Sect. This year was an unusual year. This was not because Emperor Chong Zhen had swept away the castrated faction in this year, and killed Wei Zhongxian and the Ke Clan. It was also not because the later golden soldiers were divided into the Daan Pass, the Longjing Pass, and the Hongshan Pass. Ji Province was surrounded, and the capital was under martial law. Those military and national affairs always made the ordinary people in the northwest feel far away from them. There was only one reason: from the second day of the first month of this year, the Zhang family in Yan'an Province had never been peaceful.

Early in the morning of the second day of the year, when the snow started to rise, a few servants were still cleaning the snow at the entrance. They saw a big monk walking in with big strides. When he reached the entrance, he was about to barge in. Naturally, the servants could not agree. They hurriedly stopped him and asked why the monk had intruded the house. In the end, the monk opened his mouth and said that he wanted to see the young master of the Zhang family, Zhang Jingxuan. He wanted to teach him something. After that, they had to hurry on their way. The big monk felt that he had already recited the scriptures. He didn't understand the ways of the world. How could the servant allow him to barge in just like that?

Just as they were in a deadlock, Zhang Wentao happened to plan to visit his elders early in the morning. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a commotion at the door. Although he was unhappy about the New Year, he restrained himself and ordered someone to take some silver taels from the big monk and ask him to leave.

In the end, the monk shook his head and did not say anything. He took the silver taels and left them on the ground. He bent down and grabbed a lump of snow. With a casual grab, it turned into a crystal clear ice snowball. With a flick of his finger, the snowball flew into the courtyard of the Zhang family.

The frivolous actions of the monk had offended the servants of the Zhang family. With the old master by his side, the monk was shameless and did not give people peace during the Lunar New Year. Relying on their numerical advantage, they rolled up their arms and rolled up their sleeves as if they were going to beat him up.

Zhang Wentao was about to stop them when he heard an excited voice from the door. "It's a snow battle! Fortunately, I didn't miss it. Why didn't you call me earlier?"

A four or five-year-old boy suddenly jumped out from the door. His round face had a pair of big black and white eyes, and his pupils were as black as ink. Although he was young, his movements were vigorous and vigorous.

It turned out that the Zhang family had a good family background. There was only Zhang Jingxuan in the family. Naturally, he was very protective of him. Since he was young, he had invited the teacher in the city to teach him martial arts. As for Zhang Jingxuan, he was talented and intelligent. No matter what he learned, he was extremely fast, especially when it came to little boys who loved moving but not peace. Although he did not really learn any martial arts, his body and bones were much tougher than usual.

The big monk could tell that he had seen his true master with a single glance. He grinned happily. Zhang Jingxuan would never be shy when he saw strangers. When he saw the other party laugh, he even smiled, but in the end, the old man and the young man... The monk and mortal just foolishly smiled at each other for a while. Their smiles looked very pure and innocent.

While laughing, the monk suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Jingxuan's hand, and walked inside. Although everyone could clearly see each and every action of the monk, it was just a thought to stop them. The two of them had already entered the door.

The servant shouted and wanted to chase after them, but was stopped by Zhang Wentao.

Although Zhang Wentao did not know martial arts, he still had some experience. This monk was clearly an unworldly expert. He knew very well what kind of people his servants were. If there was really a problem, it wouldn't be of any use at all. Furthermore, his precious son was in the other party's hands. Although the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions, however, he didn't dare to act rashly. Thus, on one hand, he arranged for Zhang Er and another servant to quickly go and invite the County's Chief Wang and Chief Chen to come and help, while he hurriedly followed.

As soon as he entered through the door, he heard waves of laughter coming from the courtyard where Zhang Jingxuan lived. The big monk and his son had actually started a snow battle around the old Labyrinth Plum Tree in the courtyard, and the two of them were exchanging blows. Although Zhang Jingxuan was hit every time, he didn't care at all. Occasionally, he would leave a few snow marks on the big monk's robe. After that, he would shout proudly, as if he had obtained the benefits of the number one character. There was once when he was ambushed by the monk. A huge snowball had sealed his mouth. Only now did he know that he could not get carried away by his complacency. He knew that he should focus on dodging and attacking when the enemy was unprepared. The maid at the side did not know that the big monk was an uninvited guest. She thought that it was a guest of the family who had come to play with the little master. They all stood in the corridor and cheered for the little master.

When Zhang Wentao saw this situation, he ordered the servants to calm down. He allowed the old and young man to play there. A few moments later, seeing that Zhang Jingxuan was tired from playing, beads of sweat began to form on his small forehead. Steam began to rise from the top of his head. The big monk suddenly stopped in his tracks. Zhang Jingxuan took the opportunity to throw a big snowball over, hitting a big bald man. Zhang Jingxuan was still a kid. He couldn't help but laugh and bend his back. The monk also smiled, but he didn't move at all. The snow above his head turned into water, and a burst of white air drifted down. No matter if it was the top of his head or his body, there was no trace of water. Little Zhang Jingxuan watched with his eyes wide open. "Uncle, is this a magic trick?"

The monk smiled again and moved his body. He pulled Zhang Jingxuan into the room and the door was closed. Zhang Wentao frowned, but the reinforcements had not arrived yet. Furthermore, he saw that the monk's every action seemed to have a deeper meaning, so he resisted the urge to smash the door.

Not long later, Chief Wang and Escort Chen rushed over and listened to Zhang Wentao's description. They knew that this kind of expert wasn't someone they could fight against, but fortunately, it didn't sound like the other party had any ill intentions. Only then did they bite the bullet and slam the door together.

The door opened, and there was only Little Zhang Jingxuan left in the room. Zhang Wentao asked him where the big monk had gone. He chuckled, but didn't say anything. He just pointed at the sky with his finger.

Everyone was safe and sound, so this matter was considered over. A few days later, Escort Chen came over and said that a monk from Luoyang's Baima Temple, who was said to have extraordinary abilities, had been sent to Beijing's Tanzhu Temple as a guardian by the Imperial Decree. At that time, he did not directly go to Beijing, but rather took a detour to Shaanxi for some unknown reason. He just did not know if the monk who had come that day was this monk.

Anyway, no matter what, the people just wanted to live a peaceful life. But who knew that this was only the beginning.