Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 67 Abbot
However, the old man did not ask any more questions and fell silent. He just secretly raised his vigilance to the maximum, took his canvas bag from the neck of the short saint behind him, hung it around his waist, and watched quietly as a grand event began.

Xuanjue comforted his father and smiled as he directed the residents, monks and saints to start the activity.

This small town has a very long history. According to the legend of the town, it is protected by the Saint Seiya and is not affected by monsters from the outside world.

Lope's birthday every year is a grand event here and a unique event of this small town.

However, due to the influence of modern concepts, it is impossible to say that these people really have great respect for the Saint Seiya. The older generation is fine, but most of the new generation regard this as a custom.

But the custom with thousands of people participating also makes the town lively.

The residents sang and danced respectfully, and the Saints knelt down and bowed to Jackie Chan and Tru.

This made Jackie Chan and Tru extremely uncomfortable, and they could only smile stiffly. He felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

As the sky gradually darkened, people lit torches, grilled food, and sang ancient songs, praising the ancient sages for bringing them all this peace.

A bit of righteousness appeared in this small town, forming a huge protective shield to protect the mountains.

It also makes people in the mountains feel more at ease.

Perhaps it was the influence of magic, or perhaps it was this reverence that made the two protagonists of today gradually relax and join in the people's singing and dancing.

People cut off the tenderest part of the food and give it to the Saints and heroes to enjoy, and the children hope to receive the best blessings from the Saints.

Provided by the Holy Temple, Jackie Chan distributed bracelets and necklaces representing blessings to the residents here.

It's a peaceful scene no matter how you look at it.

"Dad, here, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoyu excitedly received a blessing bracelet from Jackie Chan, and then went to get a portion of food. She then trotted to her father who was sitting by the fire in the corner and handed the food to him.

Dad is in a strange mood today.

My father would never make things difficult for people he was not familiar with, but today he made an exception and made things difficult for the three saints, causing them some embarrassment.

After arriving at this towering mountain range, Dad didn't seem very happy and looked like he was worried.

When Dad took the barbecue, he saw the bracelet on Xiaoyu's hand, and the emotion in his eyes disappeared a little.

This is indeed a blessed magic weapon that can protect people from being harmed by black air. From this point of view, the Holy Temple seems to be the same as before.

"Xiaoyu, just go and play. Daddy is fine. Besides, Daddy's teeth can no longer support Daddy to eat food like barbecue."

Xiaoyu took back the plate, picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and asked, "Are you really okay? But..."

Xiaoyu was about to say something when an old voice sounded behind her.

"Old Haha, why are you sitting here? This is not your style. When you were young, you were the center of attention and you never missed a dance."

Xiaoyu looked at the priest and said nothing more. She sat obediently beside him and ate the food on the plate.

"I'm too old to dance anymore."

Dad continued: "Are you done with your work?"

"Yes, the Saint Seiya has already welcomed us and given his blessings to the mountain people. The mountains will protect us." Xuanjue sat next to his father.

Question: "Lao Haha, what are you worried about?"

"Nothing. Dad was just wondering if Jackie Chan would still be called Jackie Chan after he awakened his thousand-year-old memory, and he was worried about Dad's nephew." Dad said calmly, finding a reason for his worry.

Xiaoyu next to her was stunned.

She had never thought of this angle.

Yes, if Uncle Long’s memory is overwritten by Lope’s memory, then Uncle Long will not be able to remember the past six months of their time together, or even remember Uncle Long himself. Then is Uncle Long still Uncle Long?
"Hahaha, old haha, you think too much." Xuanjue laughed and said, "What do you think Saint Seiya is?"

He sat next to his father, looking at the fire, with some emotion in his eyes:
"The Saint Seiya represents hope and peace for the world. He is compassionate and gentle. Jackie Chan's awakening of his memories is only from his perspective. After experiencing the vicissitudes of a thousand years, he understands what justice is. It also gives him the experience to control this power and the ability to maintain world peace."

"Instead of using a huge amount of memory to impact the memory of reincarnation."

"That's called possessing another's body, not awakening. Haha, you're overthinking it."

Xiaoyu beside him breathed a sigh of relief. This was acceptable. What she wanted was for Jackie Chan to become stronger, not for Lope to return.

She believed that if it were Lope himself, he would not bother to return in this way.

"Really?" Dad's eyes gradually softened: "I really thought too much. I'm sorry about this."

Xuanjue's eyes finally showed true relaxation: "It's a pity that we are both old, otherwise, I would have to punish you with three cups. This can be defined as slandering the ancient sages."

"Yes, Dad used to love this kind of activity the most. Back then, you could never beat Dad in a dance battle." Dad said. Seeing Xuanjue wanted to say something, Dad immediately said, "Fist of Finger Shooting, chess, kung fu, magic, Dad is always the best."

Xuanjue looked at his father and was a little speechless: "You are still the same as before."

"Are you awesome?"

"No, thick-skinned!"

The two old men looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Xiaoyu also felt a sense of relief, and the depression from her father was gone.

She finished the last bite of meat, ran to get a glass of juice, and came back drinking it.

She waited until her father and the others finished their conversation, then curiously asked, "Um, Grandpa Xuanjue, why are there both monks and priests in the Holy Court? It always seems strange."

Xuan Jue was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiao Yu and said gently, "Well, the Saints are always followed by many righteous warriors. Back then, the successors of the Saints and the successors of these warriors formed two factions: the Hosts and the Priests."

"The abbot manages the incense offerings and the operation of the holy temple, while the priest manages various festivals and maintains peace."

"It has been passed down until now, and that's what you see now."

Xiaoyu nodded and couldn't help yawning.

Xuanjue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, are you sleepy? We have prepared a room for you, you can go and rest first."

"Thank you, Grandpa Xuanjue."

Xiaoyu did not refuse. After all, she had flown from America, climbed the mountain for several hours, and sang and danced, so she was really tired.

Xuanjue waved his hand, and a middle-aged man in priest's attire came trotting over quickly, calling himself "Priest."

After Xuanjue finished giving the instructions, Xiaoyu followed the priest's disciple to the Holy Temple of Lord and rested in a tidy-looking guest room.

After the disciples left, Xiaoyu yawned. Singing and dancing were still going on outside the sanctuary. Inside, it was quiet, perfect for sleep.

Xiaoyu lay down, covered herself with the quilt, narrowed her eyes, and gradually felt sleepy.

squeak~
At this time, the sound of wood friction was heard. Xiaoyu looked to the left in a daze. Is Uncle Long coming back?

Xiaoyu turned over and was about to continue sleeping, then she heard a low spell.

Not Uncle Long and the others!

Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly opened and she looked next door, and the sleepiness in her eyes was quickly dispelled.

She carefully stood up and walked to the left, putting her ear close to it.

The sound of the spell gradually became clearer.

Xiaoyu frowned. What does this spell mean?
About half an hour later, a faint wave of black energy came from next door.

Xiaoyu's face changed.

Black air!

squeak~
The subtle sound of the door opening was heard again.

Xiaoyu waited for about thirty seconds and slowly pushed the door open.

She looked around and did not rush into the guest room next door. Instead, she looked at the figure that was about to disappear not far away and followed it.

In Xiaoyu's opinion, there must be a trap where the spell was chanted just now, but if they followed, they would definitely not be able to think of it and would not have time to set the trap.

Follow carefully all the way, turn left and right, and gradually enter the core of the temple.

As we passed a small path, the view ahead gradually widened.

Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. Although her vision had improved under the moonlight, other people's vision had also improved.

I can't keep up.

Xiaoyu hid behind a bush and carefully looked at the shaky figure.

The host is from the same lineage, very old, at least from my father's generation, bald.
Xiaoyu silently memorized these characteristics.

But at this moment, the old man stopped.

He looked at the sky. Today was the beginning of August and there was a crescent moon in the sky. The old man sighed deeply and his temperament gradually became solemn.

The way I walk becomes more steady and calm.

Can't see the face.
Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and followed the old man ten seconds after he left the yard. She quickly crossed the courtyard without any cover, sticking to the wall, and stopped in front of a moon-shaped door.

She carefully looked out and saw that the old man had disappeared under the moonlight. Xiaoyu thought about it and decisively ran to the right. As long as she was fast enough, she would be able to see the old man at the next corner.

If there was no such thing here, then according to the speed of travel, the old man would definitely have walked on the left.

When she turned the corner, she looked out.

Suddenly, I saw a wrinkled, old face right in front of me.

"what!!!"

Xiaoyu screamed in fright and couldn't help but step back.

"Little girl, don't be afraid. Are you lost? How did you end up here? This is where the abbot lives. We don't accept guests."

The old man asked with a smile, a strange glint in his eyes.

Xiaoyu's heart was beating violently.

She looked at the old man and felt increasingly uneasy.

The next moment, Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes, pursed her mouth, burst into tears, and turned and ran away.

"Wow, this is so scary, there is a ghost in the Holy Temple, Dad, Uncle Long, help me, wow"

The old man hesitated for a moment, and the strange light in his eyes dissipated a little. Was he overthinking?

Before he could react, he heard the concerned voice of the patrolling saint outside and the girl complaining and saying that she was lost.

The old man let out a sigh.

Walking out of the corner, the expression on his face became kind and gentle: "Hongchuan, I accidentally scared this child just now. Please help me take her back."

Hong Chuan was stunned and immediately bowed: "Greetings, Abbot. I'll do it right away."

After Hongchuan took Xiaoyu away, the kindness and gentleness on the abbot's face disappeared.

Turning around, under the faint moonlight, the shadow under his feet gradually distorted and collapsed.

He looked hesitant and couldn't help but murmur, "Priest, is this really necessary?"

[For hundreds of years, the Lord Holy Academy has become increasingly weak. Think about how Master Fang from Mount Tai was able to forcibly watch the inheritance of the Lord Holy Academy by relying on his powerful strength. This kind of humiliation is enough once.

All it takes is for the Saint to lie down on the awakening platform and it will all end. Don't you want the Lord's Holy Temple to regain its former glory?

A low, bewitching voice sounded in my ears.

The confusion in the abbot's eyes disappeared a little: "Of course I do, but..."

[No, just think about it, you are just inheriting the legacy of the Saint Seiya. You ensure that the power of the Saint Seiya does not leak out, and you also have to lead the righteous path towards peace and bring light to the world.

Will you do evil things after gaining power? 】

"Of course not." The abbot's tone was firm. If he gained powerful strength, he would definitely be a good Saint Seiya and eliminate all evil in the world.

There was a hint of pleasure in that voice.

"Then what are you still hesitating about? The power of your ancestors will help you. You are simply inheriting their will and power. You have done nothing wrong. The power of the Saints should lead the world towards peace."

"Yes, I will lead the world to peace and glory."

The confusion in the abbot's eyes dissipated, and the shadow became normal in his eyes.

A kind and peaceful smile appeared on his face, and he walked towards his room with steady steps.

(End of this chapter)