If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 1034 Han Xin of Huaiyin
The temple has a head of the main hall, a tea house, a gate, a meal service, and a kitchen.

The head of the hall is considered a relatively high-ranking Taoist priest.

The fat Taoist was able to obtain the operating rights of the Han family's vegetable garden thanks to the favor of He Tangtou.

Worried that "Old Mother Qiushan" would harm He Tangtou, he ran back to Changchun Temple and recounted his experience in detail.

Finally, he anxiously advised, "Head of the He family, you should run! Go through the back door and hide in Maoxian Cave for a few days. That old woman is truly strange."

Oh, and when you leave, be sure to take the little one with you.

"Lest she wait until you die and then come to Changchun Temple to arrest the child."

He Tangtou was only surprised for a moment before he suddenly realized what was going on and sighed, "If you can run away from a Taoist priest, can you run away from a Taoist temple? I have never done anything wrong in my life, and I am not afraid of being blamed by the great immortal."

"Ah, is that old woman really a deity? Why have I never heard of 'Old Mother of Qiushan' before?" the fat Taoist asked in surprise.

He Tangtou did not recognize "Old Mother Qiushan".

After thinking about it for a long time, I still wasn't sure which mountain "Qiu Shan" referred to.

"To be able to sense the changes in the Han family tomb, one must be either a great immortal or a great deity. You go ahead and do your work; I'll go down to pay my respects to my mother." Without hesitation, He Tangtou immediately got up and prepared to descend the mountain.

The fat Taoist priest said, "Should we inform Abbot Yu?"

"no need."

He Tangtou took two steps, then turned back, his expression serious, and said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened at the Han family's vegetable garden today. Including Abbot Yu, understand?"

"No, I don't quite understand. What's so special about the Han family's ancestral tomb that even the gods were alarmed?" the fat Taoist stammered.

“Alas, you are just a mortal. You can’t bear to know too much,” He Tangtou sighed.

The fat Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, "I understand now. I won't tell anyone."

He Tangtou was a middle-aged Taoist priest who looked to be in his early forties.

With small eyes, a thin face, and a long beard, he wore a dark blue Taoist robe and gray straw sandals with multiple tufts. He moved lightly and gracefully into the vegetable garden.

After landing, he first took a good look at the old woman of the hills.

She had a kind face and a gentle demeanor. She looked old and frail, but it was hard to tell her age. Her aura was also extremely restrained. When she stood there, she was like a wisp of air, ethereal and indistinct, or like a great mountain, majestic and quiet.

He Tangtou felt a chill run down his spine and quickly bowed, saying, "This humble Taoist, He Xizi, pays respects to the Old Mother of Qiushan!"

"You're quite honest. Not only did you not escape through the back door to Maoxian Cave, but you also didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately went out to pay respects to the old mother. Could it be that you deliberately broke off the Han family's dragon?" Xiaoyu asked.

—As expected, they discovered the dragon vein of Han Xin's family!
But the dragon vein had been severed for almost half a month, and the dragon energy had long since dissipated. How did she discover it?
He Tangtou said bitterly, "I only have a few points of cultivation, how dare I commit the great sin of digging up the dragon vein?"

Besides, if you're going to dig up a dragon vein, you should dig up someone else's.

The Han family's dragon vein is right next to Changchun Temple. Why would I risk my own lifeline?

When the ancestral dragon of the Qinling Mountains was fully formed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged forth, forming colorful clouds that enveloped the Qinling Mountains.

Many Qi cultivators retreated to the Qinling Mountains to cultivate in seclusion, and countless people became immortals.

Regardless of whether Han Xin can become the emperor of China, as long as this great dragon matures, Changchun Temple will surely benefit from it and receive good fortune.

Perhaps some Taoist priests are so fortunate that they can ascend directly to immortality by taking advantage of the spiritual essence gathered by the great dragon.

Calling it "the lifeline" is no exaggeration.

Xiaoyu asked, "Tell me the whole story in detail."

He Tangtou almost repeated the fat Taoist's words verbatim.

There are just a few more details.

"At the time, I never imagined that a 'dragon' was hidden in the Han family's vegetable garden."

This place can hardly be considered a feng shui treasure land. There are no high mountains, no deep ravines or great rivers, and no dense forests.
It was completely unexpected that a large blue dragon was hidden under the tomb of Han Xin's grandfather.

Han Xin dug the soil to a depth of fifteen feet, but still could not find the coffin. Instead, he unearthed a dark hole.

The cave emitted colorful vapors, like smoke.

He knew something was wrong, so he dared not make a move and called for the poor Taoist priest to come and check.

When I arrived, a large plume of smoke was already billowing out and swirling around the cave entrance, which was quite strange.

After careful examination, I determined that the colorful mist was not the earth's vein energy, but rather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so I instructed Han Xin to continue digging.

He dug down three feet and found a cave with a coffin inside, on which a large green snake was coiled.

Its body was as thick as a bucket, with short horns on its head, and its eyes flashed with lightning. It was about five zhang long and coiled up in a pile.

Upon seeing me and Han Xin, it remained calm and unhurried, merely shaking its head and wagging its tail, revealing its five-toed dragon claws beneath its belly, its scales rustling as if a bird were flapping its wings.

At that moment, I was horrified and exclaimed, "Oh no, I've committed a terrible disaster!"

Before Han Xin could ask, the dragon vein, which was suspected to be a green snake but was actually a green dragon, flew out of the cave, riding the clouds and mist. In an instant, the sky darkened and thunder and rain poured down.

In the blink of an eye, the Azure Dragon flew into the thunderclouds and disappeared without a trace.

After another half-cup of tea's time, the clouds dispersed, the sky cleared, and the sun shone brightly; everything that had just passed seemed like a dream.

He Tangtou revealed a look of regret and annoyance, "It's my fault! I was ignorant and stupid. I understood too late what it meant for a tomb to contain a dragon."

Xiaoyu observed the man's expression and felt that he was probably not lying.

“In the past, every year when there was heavy rain, sewage would flow into this garden. Why did Han Xin only think of moving the grave this time?”

"There's probably been a lot of sewage flowing out this year," said He Tangtou.

Xiaoyu then asked, "Did he propose moving the grave himself, or did you encourage him to do so?"

He Tangtou said awkwardly, "It's probably both. I reminded him to clear the weeds and dig ditches."

If they really don't want to farm, they can sell their vegetable gardens to Taoist temples to be used as temple land.

He had long felt that the vegetable garden was too cramped to be used as a cemetery.

A few years ago, when his mother passed away, he said he wanted to find a place with auspicious feng shui so that thousands of families could live nearby.

At the time, I looked down on him quite a bit. Like everyone else, I thought he was all talk and no action.

Now that I have seen the great blue dragon in the Han family ancestral tomb, I suddenly realize that Han Xin not only had great ambitions, but also unparalleled talent and extraordinary good fortune that none of us had seen.

He will surely achieve his ambitions in the future, becoming a marquis with ten thousand households, or even a king with his own land. Alas, now that the dragon vein has collapsed, I wonder if he will be able to realize his ambitions after his fortune has been damaged.

In any case, I have already damaged his dragon vein, and dare not reveal the secret and endanger his life further. Therefore, I instructed him to cover up the grave, thus concealing the heavenly secret from him.

Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then waved her hand and said, "You are indeed an incompetent and unlucky mediocre person."

If Han Xin met you, he would be unlucky; if you were at Changchun Temple, he would be plagued by bad luck, and even if good fortune came his way, he wouldn't be able to receive it.

"Go then!"

He Tangtou blushed, feeling deeply ashamed.

He bowed again and asked, "This humble Taoist is ignorant and mediocre, and does not know the origin of 'Old Mother of Qiushan'."

"Old Mother, could you please tell me which sacred mountain Qiushan is? So that this humble Taoist may behold its holy reputation." — Have you ever heard of the desolate sand dunes in the northern part of the Xisha Islands, called "Qishan"?
"For an ordinary person like you to know my name is already an immense blessing."

Xiao Yu flicked her sleeves, turned around, took a step, and instantly disappeared.

He Tangtou felt increasingly embarrassed. He bowed respectfully to the empty space and returned to Changchun Temple in a depressed mood.

If a person is very successful, he will be highly regarded in the local area and have a very good reputation.

Even a person who is utterly unambitious will become the talk of the town. Ordinary people struggling to make ends meet can derive some comfort and satisfaction from his misery by comparing themselves to him.

Han Xin belongs to the latter category.

He was a good-for-nothing, but he was really famous in Huaiyin City.

Xiaoyu easily found Han Xin fishing alone by the river.

Han Xin was much taller than the average man, standing over 1.8 meters tall and about 24 or 25 years old. Xiao Yu thought he was handsome and could be described as "heroic," but he was always shrouded in an aura of "misfortune."

It's not about being dejected or discouraged, it's just a kind of decline that's very unpleasant to look at.

It's like someone who plays on their phone all day long, doesn't study or work, is sloppy, has lifeless eyes, doesn't take the initiative to socialize, and when others take the initiative to talk to them, they are very perfunctory, only saying "uh-huh" a few times, with their eyes always fixed on the phone screen.

Being in the same space as him felt like being isolated in another shadowy world.

A sullen, unappealing personality that makes people dislike or avoid getting close to him.

However, this sense of dejection is merely "the perception of an ordinary person," not Han Xin's true nature.

Xiao Yu blocked out the "mortal worldview" and opened the Hall of Enlightenment to observe his true spiritual appearance, demeanor and charm with "sincerity". She was immediately amazed by his extraordinary talent!

I felt that this person should not exist in the mortal world.

He does indeed live in another world, but he is aloof and proud.

It's as if you're standing in a higher dimension, looking down on the mundane world of ordinary people out of the corner of your eye.

Instead of cowering in the shadows and creating a "doghouse" that is secluded from the world and belongs only to oneself.

This person is extremely arrogant and self-confident!
Xiaoyu immediately made her first judgment in her mind.

Han Xin didn't look at his phone screen; he kept his eyes on the scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

He was a fisherman, but he threw his fishing hook into the water, placed the fishing rod beside him, and ignored it, focusing only on reading.

I don't even know if the bait is still on the hook.

Xiaoyu stared at him for a long time.

Besides reading, he also likes to daydream.

He stared blankly at the river, stared blankly at the weeds around him, stared blankly at the old women washing silk floss by the river. Until one of the old women sighed helplessly, stood up, took out a large flatbread from her bosom and handed it to him.

Han Xin beamed with joy, said "thank you" once, and then began to wolf down his food.

—This guy is really shameless, and his mental fortitude is so strong that he doesn't seem like a normal person!
Xiaoyu made a second judgment.

The next instant, a ragged, disheveled little girl timidly hid behind a tree trunk, only three steps away from Han Xin.

"Father, I'm hungry, could you give me half a pancake?"

Han Xin suddenly turned around, still with a cake in his mouth, his face showing surprise and his eyes hiding wariness.

Once he saw the girl's face clearly, the doubt in his eyes didn't disappear, but his wariness vanished.

Because he recognized the little girl's identity.

The daughter of Li San, the scoundrel from Huaiyin City!

Li San, the green-skinned man, was doing slightly better than him.

Li San has a wife, yet he has abandoned all morals, oppresses ordinary people, and flatters powerful officials and clerks, all to ensure his family can make a living.

"Li Ya, go find your father! I have no cakes for you." Han Xin waved her away.

"Old Han, do you have any pancakes? My dad has disappeared and hasn't been home for days. I'm hungry."

The little girl wouldn't leave; she kept pointing at the pancake in his hand, swallowing hard, and her tummy was rumbling.

Han Xin showed no pity whatsoever. He immediately turned around, his back to her, and began to eat the pancake even faster.

In no time, he swallowed the whole piece of dry, hard, unleavened bread.

"I'm out of cookies."

He was still chewing when he calmly picked up the bamboo scroll and began fishing and reading again.

—This fellow is not a kind person who pities the poor and weak!
Xiaoyu made a third judgment in her mind.

She immediately picked up a clod of dirt from the ground and threw it at the back of Han Xin's head.

"Pfft!" A clod of dirt landed on the sword sheath.

Han Xin still didn't turn around, still holding the bamboo scroll in one hand to read, but with his left hand he picked up the sword beside him, calmly and elegantly smashed the clod of earth, and used an invisible sword wind to blow the dust backward, smearing Li Ya's face with it.

"Woooooo~~~"

Li Ya covered her face and cried.

Han Xin ignored him.

Li Ya ran away crying.

Half an hour later, a skinny man with a monkey-like face rushed to the riverbank carrying a wood-chopping knife and shouted, "Han Xin, how dare you hit my daughter?"

Han Xin stood up and shook his head, saying, "I didn't hit her. She asked me for cakes, but I didn't have any for her."

"She was crying at home, and you still say you didn't lay a hand on her?" Li San said angrily.

"I really didn't fight," Han Xin said.

Li San's expression changed several times. Suddenly, he spread his legs, squatted down, pointed to his crotch, and said, "You, come here and crawl over, and I won't hit you today."

Han Xin rushed to his side in a flash, and slapped Li San's cheek seven or eight times with his sword sheath, making Li San dizzy. He staggered back seven or eight steps and fell to the ground with a thud, blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

"You, you dare to hit me?" he said incredulously.

Han Xin sneered, "Dare to be disrespectful again, and I'll kill you!"

"Clang~~" He drew his sword and pointed it at Li San's nose. The chilling killing intent was like the sharp claws of a demon, piercing through Li San's flesh and penetrating deep into his internal organs, squeezing his heart tightly.

If he doesn't obediently submit, he'll lose his life in the next instant.

Li San had come to this realization.

"Why? Why are you willing to crawl between Wang Er's legs but not mine? Wang Er is just a butcher, and his martial arts skills are not as good as mine!" He was full of resentment and roared hoarsely.

"Because Wang Er is not afraid of death, while you are very afraid!" Han Xin said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)