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

Chapter 62 It’s time for you to go down the mountain
Noticing the arrival of the two.

The old man in gray clothes sitting in the temple had no intention of greeting him. He just glanced at him lightly and continued to fan the fire under the iron pot.

In response, the old man smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Brother, after more than ten years, your personality is still the same as before, without any change."

Qing Cang paused in his provocative movements, and finally looked up, saying in a neutral tone, "I thought you wouldn't come back, Junior Brother."

The old man's expression darkened. He sat on the stool next to Qing Cang and said, "Yes, ever since Master left, I really haven't thought about coming back."

Hearing the self-blame in his father's voice, Qing Cang looked at him deeply and sighed, "What happened back then was not your fault."

The old man was silent for a few seconds, but then he said, "Brother, I came here this time to ask you to come down the mountain to help."

Qing Cang raised his head, staring at the sky with cloudy eyes, and said slowly: "Is it because of the black energy?"

"Yes, my nephew was attacked by a demon and is now lying in the hospital. I can't deal with such a powerful evil on my own." Dad said bluntly.

Qing Cang looked at him and said, "Master once said that you have the highest magical talent among all of us. If even you can't fight against this demon, what else can I do?"

"But I haven't used magic for a long time. It will take some time to re-master and learn that knowledge."

"Then we'll take it step by step, just like our master taught us. We all came one step at a time, didn't we?"

“But the time has come.”

"No, there is always enough time," Qing Cang shook his head and interrupted his father, saying:
"Junior brother, you should not dwell on the past. When Master passed on the title of Grand Master to you before his death, it was a recognition of everything you have done."

"Even if you can't accept it in your heart, the truth is unavoidable. Sooner or later you will have to face it."

"Don't you think that today is that day?" Qingcang threw a piece of wood into the campfire, and his voice revealed a calmness as if his heart was as still as water.

Thirteen years ago, my father had not yet left the Holy Mountain. He was just one of the many disciples of the Grand Master, and also the one most loved by the Grand Master.

It's not only because of Dad's outstanding magical talent, but also because of the justice in his heart.

Everyone naturally assumed that after the Grand Master passed away, Dad would naturally inherit the position of Grand Master.

Until that happened.

Qing Cang closed his eyes, and long-forgotten memories emerged.

It is the last night before the old year passes and the new year begins.

That night, many evil auras suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain. All the disciples were sent out to subdue the demons, leaving only Dad to guard the archmage.

But that day, my father discovered a rather mysterious righteous magic, and for a while his mind was completely immersed in the study of magic, and he completely forgot about protecting the great wizard.

By the time everyone came back after subduing the demon, the archmage had been seriously injured and fell in a pool of blood.

The obvious lingering black energy in the room proved that this was a premeditated assassination.

Although the Grand Wizard did not intend to blame his father when he was dying, and even passed the position of Grand Wizard to his father, his father could not accept it and believed that he was the one who killed the Grand Wizard.

So after that day, Dad gradually stopped touching magic, and in the end he just left behind the great wizard's inheritance and went down the mountain alone.

This time, I was gone for thirteen years.

Qing Cang could feel that although his father had let go of some of his worries, there was still a knot that deeply restricted his father's talent.

Reaching out and stirring the thin porridge in the iron pot, Qing Cang said calmly: "Junior brother, you should let it go. Neither Master nor we have ever blamed you. Everything is destined to happen."

"Cocoa"

The old man's voice was hoarse, his skinny body was trembling, and a line of turbid tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong. Qing Cang sighed softly, took out a cane from his arms, and placed it in front of the old man.

"This is what Master left for you. You didn't take it with you back then, and you left your obsession in the mountains. Today, you should take it and truly go down the mountain."

Dad looked up woodenly at the cane, then stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Xiaoyu, who was standing by, was very distressed. She had never seen the old man, whose temper was as stubborn as a donkey, show such an expression.

"Junior brother, forget it!"

"Thirteen years is enough."

Qing Cang stood up, patted his father's shoulder heavily, and then walked back to the temple, leaving only the thin porridge gurgling in the pot and bubbling continuously.

Xiaoyu sat beside him, at a loss.

Dad didn't say anything, just holding the cane, as if lost in memories.

It was not until the sun set and the last bit of firewood in the campfire burned out and turned into ashes that Dad suddenly moved.

"Xiaoyu."

"Dad, I'm here!" Xiaoyu said hurriedly.

The old man put away his walking stick, picked up the porcelain bowl next to the pot, and said, "You must be hungry. Let's drink the porridge in the pot and go down the mountain."

"Ah? But Dad, your senior brother hasn't agreed to go down with us." Xiaoyu scratched her head. Obviously, she couldn't understand it now.

"No need, Dad can do it alone."

Dad didn't say much, picked up the rice ladle from the pot and scooped a big spoonful into his bowl.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu stopped talking.

She was already starving, and even though the thin porridge in the pot had no seasoning at all, she felt like she had never eaten anything so delicious.

A few minutes later, half a pot of thin porridge was finished by the two of them.

Xiaoyu licked the corner of her mouth with satisfaction and said happily, "Dad, why is this porridge so delicious? Did your senior brother secretly add some magic to it?"

Dad smiled and said, "Magic cannot change the nature of things. Besides, you should call Dad's senior brother Uncle. Don't be so rude in the future."

"Hey, okay, Dad~"

Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue, looking mischievous.

Afterwards, Dad cleaned up the temple, and when it was almost dark, the two of them prepared to leave the holy mountain.

Before leaving, Dad stood at the gate of the temple, looked back at the old temple, and said softly: "Brother, I'm going down the mountain!"

The sound is not loud, but it is transmitted slowly.

When Dad thought Qingcang didn't hear it, a calm voice slowly came out from the temple.

"Bon Voyage."

At this moment, the knot in Dad's heart was completely untied, and a majestic breath of justice descended from the sky and deeply enveloped Dad!

(End of this chapter)