My cultivation is too warm

Chapter 19 I Hate the Riddler the Most
When Xu Mo rushed to the menial yard and saw Deacon Fang again, he could hardly believe his eyes.

At this time, Deacon Fang could no longer be described as skinny.

It looked like a skeleton that could fall apart at any moment.

It is completely different from the previous round ball-like appearance.

When Xu Mo was with Elder Ouyang, he had visited Deacon Fang many times when he had free time.

His complexion at that time was no different from before.

However, in the past few years, he and Elder Ouyang have been busy with grafting experiments and have forgotten to come here.

He didn't expect that after just a few years of not seeing Deacon Fang, he would become what he is now.

Deacon Fang saw Xu Mo's expression and grinned, "What? You guys have been calling me fat all my life, and you won't let me lose some weight?"

Then he touched his deflated belly and said, "This effect is okay, right? Doesn't it make me look much more handsome?"

Xu Mo opened his mouth, forced a smile on his face, and replied in a stiff tone:

"That's true. I've always thought you were too fat and it didn't match your goatee.

Now it looks better like this.

It turns out that goatees should be paired with thin people.

What you did before was a bit unconventional."

Deacon Fang suddenly realized and said,
“No wonder you always stared at my beard when I saw you before.

By the way, so is your father, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, and your great-great-grandfather.

Your whole family is like this.

Don’t you all think so?”

When Xu Mo heard about these former aliases, he looked a little dazed.

He actually had a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time he saw Deacon Fang's big, round face with a small goatee, he felt particularly awkward and uncomfortable.

I always want to take out a pair of scissors and cut it off for him.

I just haven't had the courage to take action.

Now, facing Deacon Fang's question, he simply nodded.

"Yes, every time my family mentions you, besides talking about delicious food, they think about how to get you to cut off that little tuft of beard."

Deacon Fang snorted, "Your family is really...

Not only are you thinking about me completing tasks for you, you are also thinking about my beard.

So I owe you guys my whole life, right?"

Xu Mo shook his head and replied seriously: "I dare not. In our hearts, you have always been a respectable, amiable, and highly respected elder."

Deacon Fang looked at him and nodded, "I do believe this.

I know your family quite well."

As he spoke, he changed his tone and said:

"But you've been plucking me all my life, shouldn't you pay me back?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Mo bowed solemnly to Deacon Fang and said in a firm tone:
"Whatever your last wish is, I will do my best to fulfill it."

Deacon Fang looked into the distance, and said with a hint of reminiscence in his tone:

"I should have told you that I'm not from here. My hometown is far away."

Xu Mo nodded. Deacon Fang had indeed told him this.

Deacon Fang continued, “That’s right, the people in my hometown are just like me, they all enjoy the desire for food.

I love the recipes your family brought me, and I want everyone back home to try them.”

Xu Mo was slightly surprised when he heard this. He had thought that Deacon Fang wanted to entrust him with something important, but it turned out to be just such a small matter.

So he agreed without hesitation, "It's easy. Just tell me the address of your hometown.

I'll just send the recipe to the people in your hometown."

Deacon Fang shook his head upon hearing this, "No, no, no, this matter is not that simple, at least you can't do it."

Xu Mo felt that he was being looked down upon. Deacon Fang probably felt that he was afraid to go out. After all, several of his previous aliases had given the other party this impression.

But this time, Deacon Fang was wrong.

Although he really likes to stay at home in the sect, it doesn't mean that he dares not go out.

You have to know that he was the one who had explored the ruins and caves of the world of immortal cultivation.

What's more, it was for Deacon Fang's promise.

It's just a long journey... At most he can just hire a few bodyguards. Anyway, he doesn't need those few spirit stones now.

Well, maybe I can find Sanyuan Zhenren at that time. As long as I have spirit stones, he definitely won’t mind being my bodyguard.

So he said to the other deacon seriously, "You underestimate me, don't you? I think I can still deliver something to the people in your hometown."

Deacon Fang did not refute him, but continued to speak:
"Originally, I wanted to ask the Sect Master or the Grand Elder for help with this matter."

Xu Mo had a strange look on his face when he heard this. He wanted to say, "As a deacon in the chores, wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate for you to talk about the Sect Master and the Grand Elder all the time?" Deacon Fang saw the expression on his face and knew what he was thinking. So he said with some indignation:

"Why, do you think I'm bragging?"

Xu Mo didn't say anything, just stared at him quietly.

Deacon Fang was no longer angry, his expression returned to calm, and he said lightly:
“Other people serve as stewards in this menial service yard because they want to become managers.

I am different.

I came here to be a deacon because I didn't want to be in charge.

The situation here is a bit complicated, so I won’t tell you.”

Then he continued to talk about what he had said before, "Originally, I did have a plan and wanted to ask the Sect Master or the Supreme Elder to send your recipe over.

But I always feel that this is not the right way and it doesn’t suit my personality.

After all, when I was young, I was a rebellious teenager, and I only left after having a fight with them.

Although I really want to let people in my hometown try your recipe, I don’t want to give it to them so simply.

We must try to see if they have a connection with those delicacies.

You know how it feels, right? People sometimes get stuck in strange, inexplicable situations.

This is my current state.

Then after seeing you, an idea came into my mind."

"Your family is quite remarkable. When your great-grandfather was in my menial office, he said that his lifelong wish was to establish a family of immortal cultivators, passing it down from generation to generation, lasting forever.

So he exchanged the Tianxuan Order and made your great-grandfather the first cultivator in the family.

His aptitude was not very good and he was soon eliminated from the sect.

Then you came again, your generations.”

“What’s interesting is that each generation of you who comes later has better qualifications than the previous generation.

It was difficult for your great-grandfather to build the foundation and refine the Qi, but in your generation, it has quickly become possible to cultivate the spirit.

You've also done quite well as a spiritual plant master. I've also heard about your experiments with Elder Ouyang, and they're very promising."

“Then a strange thought popped into my head.

If your family really passes it down like this from generation to generation, will there be a genius with extraordinary talent in one generation?
To fulfill your great-grandfather's wish for the family to last forever?"

“Once the idea came to mind, it grew stronger and stronger until it could no longer be erased.

Although my life has come to an end, I still want to participate and witness it.

This is even more bizarre than my previous idea, but for some reason I just want to try it.

I’m really baffled.”

Deacon Fang said three inexplicable words in a row to emphasize his current mood.

After saying this, he took a long breath, adjusted his mood, and then continued:

“So what I want to entrust to you is to pass on the ancestral teachings.

When someone among your descendants has extraordinary talent and reaches the level of being able to meet people from my hometown, I will give them a copy of the recipe your family has researched."

Xu Mo was completely confused, "You mean, if you want to meet someone from your hometown, you need to have extraordinary talent and reach a certain level?
You're not lying to me, are you? Why are you so demanding?

And since you asked me to pass down our ancestral teachings, I have to tell you where your hometown is and what the people there are like? Otherwise, if my descendants meet someone in the future, how will they recognize them as people from your hometown?

Deacon Fang waved his hand and sighed, "Don't ask about my hometown.

As for how to recognize people from my hometown, it is also very simple.

You just need to state in the ancestral precepts that if you meet someone who can’t tell the difference between colors, they are from my hometown.

When someone of your generation reaches that level, you'll naturally encounter people who can't distinguish colors."

Xu Mo was a little speechless, "Can you please stop telling me riddles? I hate riddles the most in my life. Can't you just tell me directly?
And there's also the issue of not being able to distinguish colors. A Taoist practitioner can't distinguish colors? Are you kidding? It can be cured easily.

You couldn't have made this up, right? I never noticed you were color blind."

Deacon Fang chuckled, not getting angry, but speaking in a nostalgic tone:

"We can't cure it, and we don't want to. Not being able to tell colors apart is the greatest romance of our hometown people.

You won't understand.

As for the Riddler, please be considerate of an old man like me."

His tone became serious as he spoke, “If your family wants to survive forever, it naturally needs magical powers to protect the family.

Although the Tianxuan Sect has the magical power to protect the sect, it is still a little short of lasting forever.

And you definitely can't get it with your status and position.

Since I want to witness your rise, I will naturally lend you a helping hand.

I will teach you a magical power to protect your clan!

Do you want it? "

(End of this chapter)