Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 47: The Dragon and Phoenix (Please collect, monthly ticket, recommendation ticket)
Meng Fan followed Liao Zhong to the reception room, only to see two groups of people sitting on both sides, leaving the main seat in the middle empty.

On one side is a descendant of the Gao family, one of the four major families in the alien world; and on the other side is Master Jiekong, one of the Ten Lords.

Unlike Master Jiekong who was sitting calmly and leisurely, the Gao family member opposite was a little restless. In fact, the moment he saw Master Jiekong for the first time, he knew that things were going to go wrong and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Meng Fan looked at the legendary monk Jiekong curiously, and saw that he had an extremely old face, large earlobes, and long drooping eyebrows and bags under his eyes.

There is a sense of solemnity and compassion between his brows, and he is obviously a virtuous monk at first glance.

Following Meng Fan's gaze, Master Jie Kong opened his eyes. His cloudy eyes were dim, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly when he saw Meng Fan's face for the first time.

He murmured to himself, "Strange, am I presbyopic? Why do I have such a face now?"

As he spoke, Monk Jiekong moved closer to Meng Fan, wanting to take a closer look. Meng Fan exclaimed repeatedly, "How strange, how strange!"

"Master Jiekong!"

"Is there anything wrong with my face?" Meng Fan asked softly.

Monk Jiekong shook his head and said, "It's not inappropriate, it's just too good. Although I no longer have all my skills, I also practiced face reading for several years with my master when I was young. Although my eyesight is blurry now, I can't see such a big mistake."

Liao Zhong scratched his head and asked respectfully, "Master Jie Kong, is it not enough to have a good face?"

Monk Jiekong glanced at Liao Zhong and explained, "A good face naturally indicates that one has great fortune, but this young friend's face is really too good to be true. It shouldn't even appear like this now."

"Extremely good?"

Liao Zhong looked at Meng Fan carefully, but couldn't see anything special about him. He just thought he was handsome. He admitted that he was much better looking than himself.

Monk Jiekong nodded, looked at Meng Fan and said solemnly: "He has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and the appearance of the sun and the sky. He is almost a hundred years old, and he will surely be able to help the world and bring peace to the people. He is invaluable!"

"The appearance of dragon and phoenix" is the appearance of the so-called "gold and water situation", with a jade-colored face and a delicate and beautiful appearance.

"The Biao of the Sky and the Sun" is a collective name for the biao of the sky and the biao of the sun. It refers to the fact that the suture of the skull in the middle of the forehead is relatively flat, forming a round mark, like noon, so it is a sign of great nobility.

Finally, Monk Jiekong declared: "When I see you, it's like seeing a young dragon. You are a dragon hiding in the abyss, waiting for the day when you will soar into the sky!"

Hearing this, Meng Fan was shocked at first, then he laughed and said, "Master, you are too kind. I am just born with a good appearance."

But Meng Fan thought in his heart, wow, this old monk is really not simple, he can see through his background at a glance.

Monk Jiekong looked at Meng Fan deeply and asked with a smile, "I haven't asked for your name yet, young friend?"

"Surname Meng, Meng Fan!"

Monk Jiekong frowned upon hearing this: "No, your surname shouldn't be Meng, it should be Li. I remember that in Shaolin, there was an ancient scroll with a picture of the thirteen monks saving the Tang King, and it has been treasured here."

"Your face looks vaguely similar to his, plus the dragon on your body..."

"Amitabha, I have spoken out of turn!"

Monk Jiekong seemed to be shocked by something and stopped talking. Instead, he chanted the Buddha's name to apologize.

"My young friend, you can go to Shaolin Temple then. There should be an opportunity for you there." Meng Fan nodded. The opportunity that Monk Jiekong mentioned should be related to Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, so it was no wonder that he could recognize his identity since he gave him guidance.

It could be a coincidence, or it could be that the other person has real talent.

In the Battle of Hulao Pass, Li Shimin personally led 3,500 elite soldiers in black armor to defeat Dou Jiande's army of 100,000. This record was simply inhuman.

It is very likely that Li Shimin was also an extraordinary person, and a person who had practiced the art of military strategy. Since ancient times, no one could match Li Shimin in military ability, and the second best was Zhu Yuanzhang.

Then, Meng Fan also put his hands together, bowed and said, "If I have time, I will go there myself."

Liao Zhong was also feeling puzzled at this time. Could it be that this kid Meng Fan’s surname was really Li?
He knew that Meng Fan was adopted by Old Meng. Old Meng also asked Liao Zhong to look for his biological parents, but they have not been found in all these years.

Liao Zhong looked at Meng Fan curiously, rubbed his little head, then sighed and shook his head.

Although there were clues, more than ten years had passed, and trying to find Meng Fan's biological parents was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Liao Zhong had no idea that Meng Fan's parents did not exist in this world at all.

At this time, Monk Jiekong had regained his calm and composed demeanor, sitting in his seat, nodding his head as if he would fall asleep the next moment.

Behind Monk Jiekong stood a burly monk, whose Buddhist name was Baowen!
The person from the Gao family opposite is named Gao Yi. He is of the same generation as Gao Lian. There are eight people in this generation of the Gao family. According to the ranking of the Eight Virtues, Gao Yi is Gao Lian's cousin.

Liao Zhong was sitting in the main seat at this time, and Meng Fan was listening on the side.

"Ahem, let's get started then!"

"We all know why the two families are here, so let's not beat around the bush and just get straight to the point!"

"We, Nadutong, went through a lot of hardships to capture this white elephant... Pah, we invited it. I wonder what price the two families can offer?"

As he spoke, Liao Zhong looked to both sides.

Gao Yi spoke first: "The company must also know that we, the spirit masters, usually do not leave Shanhaiguan. This time, we came here with great sincerity."

"For this white elephant, our Gao family can offer a ginseng of 836 years old and bring it to the Northeast."

Hearing the offer from the other side, Monk Jiekong just raised his eyes and said: "The company can send three people to my Lingyin Temple to learn martial arts as lay disciples, which can be regarded as a gift of inheritance."

The price offered by both sides was neither high nor low, which was just what Liao Zhong expected. For a moment, Liao Zhong didn't know how to make a decision, so he looked at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan also lowered his head to think at this time.

It is said that seven liang is good ginseng and eight liang is a treasure. Wild ginseng may weigh seven or eight liang when it grows to a hundred years old. Ginseng that is more than eight hundred years old is already considered a precious medicine for spiritual practice. I am afraid it can only be taken out from the collections of immortals.

Similarly, this is also a life-saving miracle drug.

The conditions offered by Buddhism were quite consistent with its usual way of doing things. Buddhism has always liked to recruit many disciples, and there is even a saying that all the martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin.

It's just a matter of inheritance, just write one, and not only did he recruit three lay disciples with good qualifications, but he also got access to the company's connections.

It is said that old people become more cunning and ghosts become more spiritual. The beads on Monk Jiekong's abacus are about to fall on people's faces.

(End of this chapter)