Shi'an looked at the little man and continued: "Second point: I think you are quite talented in fortune-telling and you are a talent that can be made. If you are willing to become my teacher and promise to change your ways from now on,
Then you will surely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future."
Although this child's character is both good and evil, after all, he has never done anything harmful to nature, and telling people's fortunes is not nonsense. At most, it is done in his name, which is not a heinous crime.
The little man was obviously taken aback, thinking he heard wrongly, "What? You? Accept me as your disciple?"
"Who did you learn your life skills from?" Shi'an asked.
The little man hesitated for a while and then replied, "I learned from the old abbot in the temple. He often tells people's fortunes, and I have learned a lot about it."
"Have you returned to secular life?" Shi'an asked, looking at the little man's thick hair.
The little man snorted, "What's the point of returning to secular life? I haven't shaved my head at all. Besides, I don't like living in a temple with so little water, so I don't stay in the temple very much."
Shi'an then stood up, walked slowly to the little man, touched his head, and said warmly: "Then are you willing to become my teacher?"
The little man looked at Shi'an with a pair of dark eyes. He was actually only nine years old, but he thought he had seen all kinds of faces in the world, but he had never seen the face in front of him.
It was like the softest quilt, comfortable to touch and comfortable to smell. The little man couldn't help but wonder: Is there really such a warm person in the world? Why do my ears feel warm when I listen to him talking?
He was very puzzled and tried hard to see through the mask of the person in front of him. It seemed that as long as he stared for a while longer, he would be able to see clearly the hypocrisy hidden under the mask.
But what disappointed him was that he couldn't see anything. The hands on his head seemed to have magic power, bringing him unprecedented peace of mind.
"I...will." He said something out of nowhere that even he didn't believe.
Shi'an smiled, waved his hand, and the closed door was opened.
He took a bunch of copper coins from his sleeve, hung them on the treetop, and then walked out.
The little man was puzzled. He looked at the string of copper coins and then at the figure in front of him. Then he couldn't help but want to take off the copper coins, but before his hands could touch them, he heard a voice from in front of him.
"That's the rent money you paid to stay here."
The little man was surprised again. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He stopped grabbing the copper coin and trotted after him.
Not far away, he called his master politely and asked curiously: "Master, why do you look like a little old man? How old are you?" No matter how you look, you don't look like the legendary one.
Fourteen or five.
"How old do you think a teacher is? That's how old you are."
The little man tilted his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly said: "Master, please give me a name. I don't like the name Shiyi." Naturally, it is impossible for him to really call him Shi'an.
Shi'an thought for a moment, "How about I teach you to be good at speaking as a teacher?"
"Shan Ci? Good." Shan Ci nodded. After all, it is much better than Eleven.
"Master, where are we going now?" Shanci asked again.
"Go to your future home."
Jia? Shanci's heart was like being hit hard by the big bell in the temple, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
...
The moment Shan Ci stepped into Tao Ya Ju, his wonderful state of mind made him think back on it countless years later, and it still seemed like yesterday. And even in the darkest times of life, the beauty was not swallowed up by the darkness.
The word "home" is undoubtedly unfamiliar to Shan Ci. Although the temple took him in, it expelled him several times because it could not tolerate his wild nature.
He only remembered the countless people who worked from dawn to dusk in the cold winter to carry water, chop firewood, cook, and wash clothes, as well as the crowds of other disciples in the temple. He did not think it was his home.
Lingzhui Lane? That wasn't even his home. It was just an uninhabited house he came across by chance while searching here and there, and he settled in temporarily by breaking the door.
But Taoyaju was different, it gave him a completely different feeling. Aside from the unparalleled beauty to him, he already had such a sense of belonging. Even if he had just stepped into the threshold with one foot.
"Master, is this where you live?" He asked knowingly, as if he wanted to get verbal affirmation to feel at ease.
"This is where you will live from now on." Shi'an smiled slightly.
Shan Ci hesitated a little and stepped into the courtyard with the other foot.
He quietly felt everything, slowly followed Shi'an's footsteps, and took in the entire Taoyaju.
"Master, can I really live here in the future? Forever?" He still couldn't believe it. He had slept on hillsides, on stone slabs, in grass and on streets, but he had never slept in such a beautiful and fairyland-like place.
The place.
Shi'an said: "'Forever' is full of countless variables. Although I cannot guarantee it to you, I can at least tell you: Wherever I go as a teacher in the future, you will go."
Shan Ci pursed his lips tightly and looked at the master in front of him who was not much taller than him, but in his eyes was as tall as a mountain.
He groaned. Then a little person appeared in his sight, shorter than him, a little girl.
He watched the little girl come over and said to his master, "Is this the child?", and then the girl's eyes fell on him.
Just a light sweep made Shan Ci's whole body tense up. It was completely different from the gentleness of the master. This girl's eyes were so sharp that she seemed to be able to see through everything, leaving him nowhere to hide. He instantly remembered all his past sins, and his heart was filled with tears.
It even gave rise to the urge to escape.
He looked at the little girl in front of him warily, then he took small steps to Shi'an's side, and then he felt a little more at ease.
Shi'an pointed at Qingyu and said to Shanci: "From now on, you have to call her uncle."
Uncle Master? Shan Ci looked confused. This little girl looked about the same age as him, so he still had to call him Uncle Master?
But verbally, he still said the right thing, quickly bowed and shouted "Hello, Uncle Master" obediently.
Qingyu glanced at him a few more times, then nodded slightly, indicating that he would be excused.
...
After nightfall, everyone who had gone out in Taoyaju came back one after another.
Seeing the addition of another child, everyone expressed their welcome. This made Shan Yan's nervous heart finally relax. At least in his opinion, these welcomes were sincere.
However, among these people, there was also a very strange person who had been staring at his face from the beginning of their meeting, which made him quite uncomfortable.
This person is Hongtao.
After Hongtao stared at Shanci for a few times, she pushed Shi'an aside and whispered to him in a low voice: "Senior brother, this child has a bad fortune. How did you find such a disciple? Didn't you look at his fortune?"
Shi'an said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you are lucky or not. Although this child has a bad life, meeting me is considered fate."
Hong Tao shrugged and spread his hands, "That's up to you. Anyway, you know his fate best."