You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 285 Why don’t the people in the library recognize their ancestors?
Today is sunny and a good day for traveling.

Early in the morning, Yan Wangsheng took out his most expensive clothes from the hanger and put them on neatly with the help of Guan Jinping.

After putting on this outfit, he was no longer the easy-going teacher in the library, but became the inheritor of the legacy of the returnees.

Guan Jinping couldn't help but subconsciously reach out and touch Yan Wangsheng's temples.

His hair has turned completely white at the temples, but his wrinkled face still shows the vigor and vitality of his youth.

The years have added some vicissitudes to his face, but also brought a lot of maturity.

"You old thing, you are handsome, I like you. Even if you don't practice the secret method of rejuvenation, it will be the same."

"That won't do." Yan Wangsheng shook his head rapidly. "You are a beautiful girl now. If I were not young and handsome, I would probably cause gossip if I went with you."

"Gossip? Let them talk!" Guan Jinping snorted coldly, "I like you, old thing. Besides, our master is a true immortal, and his appearance is just an external thing. I heard that there are still many immortals in the ancient times who are willing to keep their old appearance in order to cultivate their Tao heart. Now you are being coy. Pretentious! Pretentious!"

Yan Wangsheng laughed dryly.

"By the way, the Taoist priest lit the message incense this morning and told me to make a list for you."

"List?" Yan Wangsheng was puzzled.

"The Taoist priest is kind-hearted and doesn't want to kill anyone, so he wants you to make a list."

After hearing this, Yan Wangsheng finally understood.

This is not a list.

This is the King of Hell’s roll call!
Yan Wangsheng felt a lot of pressure.

Sitting at the table, he thought for a long time and carefully wrote down one name after another.

It took him a whole morning to finish writing the list, which he handed solemnly to Guan Jinping.

Guan Jinping trusted Yan Wangsheng very much. She took out a specially made communication incense, lit it, and placed the list on it and lit it. A wisp of smoke floated out of the window and flowed towards the direction where Zuo Chen lived.

Yan Wangsheng stared at the drifting smoke for a long time.

When the sun rose high, Yan Wangsheng took a long breath and stretched out his hand to Guan Jinping:

"The Grand Master is coming. You and I are his disciples, so we should go out to greet him."

Guan Jinping looked at the hand that Yan Wangsheng stretched out.

This time, most people in the library will gather there.

Leading her out in such public was tantamount to a silent declaration.

"old man……"

Guan Jinping also placed her hand on Yan Wangsheng's hand.

The old man and the young man left the room hand in hand and walked towards the long street of libraries.

……

The library is always crowded in the morning.

There are many students here, and the morning time is their class time, so there are huge crowds of people.

Normally, no one would stop at the entrance of this long street near the bookstore, but today something strange happened, which attracted many people to stop.

Yan Wangsheng, a well-known old man in the bookstore, was guarding the street entrance with a young and beautiful girl.

Holding hands, they look like a young couple.

Everyone in the library was confused for a moment.

You know, this old gentleman usually looks gentle and never interested in women. How could he suddenly change his personality?

However, this kind of thing is not uncommon in Daliang. It is understandable that a powerful bookstore owner suddenly falls in love and finds a young and beautiful girl.

Just as everyone in the library was wondering what Yan Wangsheng was trying to do, there was a sudden commotion coming from the long street.

Some people played the pipa and the flute, and danced gracefully with round fans scattering flowers.

The students were first intrigued and gathered in that direction. The teachers also went over to catch the students when they saw that they were not in class. Finally, the old people who had nothing to do also came to join in the fun.

After reaching the street corner, the people in the library discovered that the noisy group was actually a team that was as lively as a temple fair.

There were seven beautiful girls who looked exactly the same, each wearing different clothes, in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, like a bright rainbow.

They held different musical instruments in their hands, from the war drums on their waists to the flutes in their hands, and played music happily.

She is beautiful and unique in her behavior, like a huge magnet, attracting attention.

Peddlers on the street and workers on the road all stopped to look, stroked their beards and smiled, thinking that these were the seven sisters that some great master in the bookstore had called over to entertain him.

However, after the old men in the library saw the girls coming, their expressions changed drastically, and the changes in an instant were even more fancy than the girls' clothes!
This person is the eldest aunt from Xuzhou!

The one who possesses the top-level magical power of transforming one body into seven souls is the disciple of that immortal Taoist priest!

She came here suddenly...

The Taoist priest must be nearby!
Just as the old people in the library had guessed, when they arrived at the gate of the library, the dancers in colorful clothes stopped singing and dancing.

The real colorful-dressed girl stood in the middle, while the other colorful-dressed girls stood in two rows, three on the left and three on the right, holding their musical instruments.

Caiyi hung the small copper gong in her hand around her waist and said with a smile:
"My name is Caiyi, and I'm the registered disciple of Taoist Zuo Chen. Taoist Zuo will come to the library to visit you at noon today. I asked you to come over first to inform you all. I hope you don't mind." Her voice was loud and clear, and soon spread to the crowd around her.

Many students in the library were still confused. Most of them just came to the library to study and were not aware of the grudges between the library and the Taoist priest. Most of them asked in a low voice: "Who is Taoist priest Zuo Chen?"

There were also some disciples from aristocratic families who were well-informed and knew the inside story. After hearing about this, their reactions were different. The bold ones excitedly squeezed forward, wanting to find a good place to watch the show as soon as possible; the timid ones silently retreated and protected everyone in front of them.

Then I saw a commotion among the people watching the book building, and a path was squeezed out among the crowd that was originally packed tightly together.

I saw two old men walking one after the other. The former was wearing gorgeous clothes, while the latter was dressed simply like a scholar.

After the two of them came out, the students around them immediately shut their mouths and dared not say a word.

Two lay Buddhists in the library,

Changsun and Zhuge!
When they arrived in front of Caiyi, Zhuge Layman stepped aside and pretended to be mute. Changsun Layman walked up to Caiyi with a smile and bowed:
"So it's the eldest aunt from Xuzhou. She came here in advance and sent someone to tell our library. Why did she come here in person?"

He said this in a sarcastic tone and directly put Caiyi in the position of "servant".

Caiyi could naturally tell what the old man was saying, but she was born in the countryside and didn't care at all. She just smiled and said:

"It's worth running errands for the Taoist priest."

After a pause, he continued:

"I need to make some preparations to welcome the Taoist priest. I would like to borrow the street of the library. Is that possible?"

Prepare? What preparation?
Mr. Changsun snorted in his heart, but he didn't refuse in the end:

"As long as it does not affect students' studies."

Mr. Changsun and Mr. Zhuge did not leave either. They found a tea stall nearby and moved two chairs out. The two of them sat on it, one on the left and one on the right, staring at Caiyi, as if they were on guard against her, in case she did anything strange.

Caiyi was not annoyed. She waved her hand and took back her six avatars, turning them into six small yellow beans and returning them to her bag.

This move caused the people watching around to exclaim in amazement, as if they had seen a god.

Caiyi took out a piece of straw given by Zuo Chen from her arms.

Following Zuo Chen's instructions before coming out, Caiyi obediently placed the thatch in the middle of the bluestone slab, and then began to wait quietly.

Yan Wangsheng, who was standing in the crowd, also pulled Guan Jinping directly and walked to Caiyi.

The two of them stood on the left and right, like two guardian door gods.

Yan Wangsheng's students looked at each other in confusion, all of them wondering why Mr. Yan would go to the opposite side.

Although she said she was preparing, there was no sign of any other action from Caiyi, which made the people watching around her feel confused. Some even secretly scolded Caiyi for making a fuss and wasting time.

After one stick of incense, there was still no movement. Most of the ordinary people who came to watch the fun had already left, and most of the students had also left, with no intention of watching any longer.

Just as the midday sun was hanging high in the sky, casting its warm rays of light, the thatched grass in the middle of the road suddenly came alive and stood up with a "jump".

This piece of thatch grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it changed from withered yellow to new green.

Grass and trees grew to form the floor, walls, and roof. Windows and doors were carved out of the walls. Beautiful flowers grew under the bluestone slabs, clustering around the growing house.

A house is made of grass roots.

Maybe the emperor needs Jinxuan Tianqing when traveling, but a Taoist does not need it.

With just a thatched cottage, there is no place you can’t stay.

Flower petals fall from the sky during the day and drift all over the streets with the wind. The intoxicating breeze makes people feel relaxed.

Looking up, the clouds dispersed to the left and right, and a long staircase appeared. A man riding a donkey cart slowly descended from the clouds.

He wore a tall crown on his head.

Slightly crooked.

It fell in front of the thatched cottage.

Caiyi trotted to Zuo Chen, stood beside him with a smile, and pinched her waist proudly.

Yan Wangsheng and Guan Jinping stood on either side, bowed in the direction of Zuo Chen, and said loudly:
"The library is prosperous."

"Returning Home Guan Jinping."

"Meet the Master!"

Zuo Chen turned over and got off the donkey, smiling faintly without saying a word.

How could the young people in the library get involved in the struggles of the older generation? They didn't even know who Zuo Chen was. Now, after hearing what Yan Wangsheng said, their eyes widened.

Yan Wangsheng holds a high status in the library because he is a legitimate third-generation imperial family.

He is called the Grand Master of the Capital, or the Grand Master, which means...

Is this Taoist priest a master from the capital?
Many young students pressed their foreheads and felt dizzy.

After Yan Wangsheng finished paying respect to Zuo Chen, he turned around and looked coldly at the two lay Buddhists beside him:

“You two, the Grandmaster is here, why don’t you come over and pay your respects?
“Could it be that…

"Do you still want outsiders to laugh at us for not knowing our ancestors?"

(End of this chapter)