Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Holy Lord's Brother!

Chapter 61 Dad’s Senior Brother

United States, Central Hospital.

Didi—didi didi—

In the quiet room, the heart rate monitor ticked.

Xiaoyu sat by the bed, looking worriedly at Jackie Chan who was unconscious on the bed, and asked his father, "Dad, is Uncle Long really okay?"

The old man sighed, patted Xiaoyu's head and said, "It's okay. Sheriff Black has already invited the best doctor to diagnose Jackie Chan. Jackie Chan only broke two bones. He will be fine after some rest."

"Then Sheriff Blake doesn't know what happened? Why did Uncle Long become like this?" The worry in Xiaoyu's eyes was still there.

Dad shook his head: "No, what happened on the train, I'm afraid we can only know when Jackie Chan wakes up."

"So, Xiaoyu, don't run around anymore. There are many dangerous places in this world. You have to be careful."

"Hiss, it hurts."

"Where am I?"

Suddenly, Jackie Chan opened his eyes on the hospital bed, and the sound of pain interrupted his father's next words.

Xiaoyu quickly tucked the quilt in for Jackie Chan and said, "Uncle Long, don't worry. You're in the hospital now. The doctor said you broke two bones and need to rest for a while before you can recover."

"Really? I didn't expect that I would break two bones at once, s..." Jackie Chan's forehead broke out in sweat and he frowned in pain.

Xiaoyu took out a handkerchief to help Jackie Chan wipe the sweat off his face, then helped him up so that he could lean against the wall and sit up.

After all, if you sleep for too long, you should move around occasionally to allow the blood to circulate throughout your body.

Jackie Chan said thank you and reached out to take the cup of water on the bedside. The warm water flowed into his throat, and Jackie Chan's dry throat felt much better.

Seeing that Jackie Chan was getting better, his father asked about what happened on the train: "Jackie Chan, what happened to you on the train that caused you to be injured like this?"

Jackie Chan put down the water cup, placed his hands flat on his abdomen, thought for a moment, and then said in a heavy tone: "Devil, I feel like I have met a real devil."

The words fell,

The room fell into a brief silence.

After a while, Dad pinched the frame as if to predict it, and said, "Is it really a demon?"

Jackie Chan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said excitedly: "Dad, do you know the origins of those demons?"

He couldn't see clearly at that time, he just vaguely saw a hand covered with scales, so he was eager to know the origin of those demons.

Dad sighed softly and looked at the sky outside the window: "A few days ago, Dad checked the notes left by Dad's master and found some ancient records."

"Legend has it that during the chaotic period of the world, the world was ruled by many demons."

"At that time, humans were food and slaves of the demons, living in dire straits."

“It wasn’t until eight powerful divine wizards appeared and banished the demons to an unknown land that peace was restored to the world and humanity ushered in a new life.”

"However, the recent spread of evil between heaven and earth has led Dad to speculate that other sealed demons may have been born!"

"Coupled with your sudden injury, Dad is even more certain of this suspicion."

"What we are facing now may not only be the Holy Lord, but also other great demons!"

"Now there are so many demons, can we really fight them all by ourselves?" Xiaoyu said. For the first time, she felt that fighting against demons was not a joke.

The old man silently took off his glasses, wiped off the dust on them, and said with a dazed look in his eyes, "It seems that Dad has to go back to the Holy Mountain." "Holy Mountain, what is that?"

"That's where Dad practiced with the Archmage. He hasn't been back for many years since the Archmage passed away."

"So is there a magic weapon in the Holy Mountain to fight against demons?" Xiaoyu asked excitedly.

"No, there are no magic weapons in the Holy Mountain," Dad put on his glasses again, "I went back this time to find one of my senior brothers. He was also a disciple of the Great Master and is still in the Holy Mountain."

"Dad, you actually have a senior brother. How come I have never heard of him?" Jackie Chan said in shock.

He had been with his father since he was a child, but he never knew that his father had a senior brother.

Dad said: "I have more than one senior brother, but the senior brother I want to see is a little different."

"He's a rather withdrawn person. Even during the time I was with the Archmage, I rarely spoke to him. That's why I never mentioned him to you."

"But this time the evil force is too strong. I'm afraid that relying on Dad alone is not enough."

"Then I'll go with Dad!" Xiaoyu said.

"No, no, Xiaoyu, you still have to go to school tomorrow!" Jackie Chan refused immediately.

"Oh Uncle Long, you're so injured now, are you really going to let Dad go to the Holy Mountain alone? What if something happens to Dad?"

"But."

"Okay Jackie Chan, let Xiaoyu go with Dad. The most important thing for you now is to recover as soon as possible." Dad said with finality.

"Oh, okay."

Jackie Chan had no choice but to agree, as there was indeed no one else who could do the job except Xiaoyu.

The next morning, after saying goodbye to Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu and Dad each carried their bags and set off for the holy mountain.

The journey was not far. The Holy Mountain was located in San Diego in southern California. It took the two of them two days to reach the foot of the Holy Mountain.

Looking up, one can see blue-grey stone steps built against the mountain, winding and twisting like a grey python, wrapping around the holy mountain in circles.

At the top of the holy mountain, a red temple can be vaguely seen. At this moment, a wisp of white smoke is floating out of the temple, as if someone is living and cooking inside.

Dad watched for a few moments and took the lead on the stone steps: "Let's go, Xiaoyu, Senior Brother already knows I'm here."

Xiaoyu followed and asked curiously, "Is Dad's senior brother very powerful?"

"Of course, my senior brother's magical attainments are much higher than my father's. Moreover, my senior brother has been with his teacher since he was a child, so he is naturally more powerful than my father."

"Can Dad's senior brother knock the devil away with one punch, like this?" Xiaoyu took a horse stance and threw a powerful punch.

The old man smiled and said, "Haha, you should ask my senior brother about this question yourself."

The two of them quickly reached the top of the mountain while chatting.

Looking forward, the temple is not very big. Perhaps because a long time has passed, the red paint on the surface of the wall has long been corroded beyond recognition, and some pillars are even covered with traces left by termites.

But the spacious temple was spotlessly clean, without a single dead leaf.

Moving her eyes forward, Xiaoyu saw an old man in a gray robe, holding a palm-leaf fan, fanning the bonfire under an iron pot in the center of the temple.

It was my father’s senior brother, Qing Cang.

(End of this chapter)