I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The mouthless eerie creature's initial purpose was simply to see its child.

Wanting to win back the child now? We can talk about that later, there's no rush.

Anyway, Zhang Yangqing was planning to go to the casino, so it was just a side trip.

As for the strange sunglasses, Zhang Yangqing didn't ask.

That day, the old man in the suit found Zhang Yangqing, his face full of worry.

"Master, I've been looking for her here for days, but I haven't found her. Logically, she should be here. What should I do?" His voice was hoarse, carrying a deep sense of helplessness.

Zhang Yangqing didn't say anything, but just waved his hand, signaling him to follow.

The old man in the suit trusted Zhang Yangqing and immediately followed him.

The two went up to the second floor and walked to the door of room 257.

Zhang Yangqing stopped, pointed to the door, and said, "Knock."

The old man in the suit hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked three times with trembling hands.

"Dong dong dong."

Footsteps came from inside the door, followed by a woman's wary voice: "Who is it?"

The old man in the suit suddenly stiffened.

That voice! For decades, he could never forget it, not even in his dreams.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

But then a child's voice came from inside the door, clear and innocent: "Grandma, let me open the door."

The old man in the suit was completely stunned.

grandmother?

He instinctively took a step back, then hid in the shadows of the corridor, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

The door opened.

An old woman stood at the door, her hair gray and her face covered with wrinkles, but the outline of her former self could still be vaguely seen in her eyebrows and eyes.

The woman in the photo is wearing the necklace around the neck of the old man in the suit.

She had simply aged considerably, the marks of time deeply etched on her face.

Standing next to her was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, who looked somewhat like her; he was her grandson.

The old woman looked at Zhang Yangqing outside the door, her eyes full of wariness: "Who are you looking for?"

After all, it would make anyone uneasy to have a stranger standing outside the door.

Zhang Yangqing smiled and said gently, "I just moved in and came to say hello. It's rare to find someone open the door. Don't worry, I mean no harm."

The old woman remained wary, looking him up and down several times before slowly saying, "Oh, then be careful. Many of the guests here aren't as friendly as we are."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked around, her gaze sweeping over the shadows on both sides of the corridor, as if she had noticed something: "Was there anyone here just now?"

Zhang Yangqing remained expressionless: "I don't think so."

The old woman looked again, found nothing, and nodded: "Then be careful."

She said a few words and then closed the door.

From inside the door came her voice, scolding her grandson: "Don't open the door to just anyone, understand? There are a lot of bad people around here!"

Zhang Yangqing turned and left, walking into the shadows of the corridor.

The old man in the suit squatted in the corner, his hands covering his face, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Zhang Yangqing looked down at him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Won't you two meet?"

The old man in the suit didn't look up, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding against a stone: "I... I don't know how to face this." He paused, as if talking to himself: "Back then, I was incompetent. I couldn't protect her, I couldn't protect my family. But now that I've found her, I don't know how to face this either. Maybe she's doing well now."

He looked up at Zhang Yangqing, his eyes red-rimmed: "Look at me, my god. I'm so old, and I'm still hiding like a useless piece of trash. I'm afraid she'll be disappointed."

Zhang Yangqing squatted down and looked at him: "Aren't you afraid that she has the same thoughts in her heart? Can you bear to let her die with regrets? Perhaps she is alive to wait for you."

The old man in the suit was stunned, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yangqing changed the subject, his tone becoming calm: "Of course, what I'm saying is just an ideal situation. She may have already forgotten you, she may not want to see you, she may not want to recall the unbearable past. You've been waiting for decades, and maybe all you'll get is a question like 'Who are you?'"

These words were like steel knives, piercing the old man in the suit's heart and completely eradicating any sliver of hope he might have had.

This is also Zhang Yangqing's habitual practice: I'll tell you both the good and the bad, so that you won't blame me when you run into problems later.

The old man in the suit smiled bitterly, a smile more painful than a grimace: "Master, you're right. Then do I still deserve to see her?"

Zhang Yangqing patted his shoulder, his tone softening: "When you say that, you actually want to see her, but you don't want to bother her. You're not sure if she wants to see you. Life doesn't always offer so many perfect choices."

The old man in the suit remained silent for a long time.

The corridor was so quiet that only faint whispers could be heard from afar.

After a long silence, he raised his head and said in a pleading tone, "Great God, I have no opinion of my own. Please give me some advice. I will listen to you! Although I have nothing to give you, and my life is worthless, I can only beg you!"

Zhang Yangqing looked at him, remained silent for a while, and said in a very soft voice, "Go see him. Even if you get scolded and give up on him, it's better than dying with regrets."

In fact, Zhang Yangqing did not intend to offer him any advice or strategies, as this could easily lead to karmic consequences.

Taoist disciples are very averse to such matters; they generally only analyze the situation without offering conclusions.

However, sometimes, Taoists also talk about accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, or pointing people in the right direction.

After hearing this, the old man in the suit seemed to be injected with some kind of power and suddenly stood up.

He took a deep breath, straightened his worn-out suit, smoothed his gray hair, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He glanced at Zhang Yangqing and bowed deeply.

Then he turned and walked toward the door.

This time, Zhang Yangqing did not go with them.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a strange consciousness suddenly spoke.

His tone carried an indescribable sense of感慨: "Great God, I feel that you are quite gentle with humans, but you don't have a very good temper with the supernatural."

Zhang Yangqing said calmly, "You're wrong. I'm gentler towards the supernatural."

The eerie consciousness was puzzled: "That's not right, that's not what I saw. You were cursing at the copper-skinned eerie creature and that blond guy without holding back, where was the gentleness?"

Zhang Yangqing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Think about it, I'm a human. A strange creature is standing in front of me, and I haven't killed it outright yet. Aren't I being gentle?"

eerie consciousness: "."

He was stunned.

After a while, he silently gave Zhang Yangqing a thumbs up in his mind.

Is this what you mean by gentleness?

Not killing is considered gentleness?

That was indeed quite gentle.

The strange consciousness always felt that this master's way of thinking was very special, which might be the reason why he was so awesome.

Every action I took felt effortless, yet the results were always better than I had anticipated.

After thinking for a long time, the eerie consciousness couldn't help but ask, "Great God, shouldn't we go take a look?" (End of Chapter)