Small town adventure

Chapter 508 Unpredictable
Zhang Yihan originally wanted to wake up Master, but when he was hesitating about how to wake him up, Daoist Qingyang slowly opened his eyes and looked at him in a daze. Master! Your old man has finally woken up."

Daoist Qingyang didn't answer, he sat up suddenly, looked around, was a little at a loss, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that I didn't die? This... how is this possible?"

"Master, why did you die so easily? It was my uncle who saved you." Zhang Yihan said excitedly, supporting Daoist Qingyang.

Now Daoist Qingyang was even more puzzled, and asked with staring eyes: "Master uncle? When will you have an extra master uncle?"

"Wu Yazi in Qingcheng Mountain is the uncle Wu Yazi you always mentioned to me." Zhang Yihan explained.

Hearing what Zhang Yihan said, Taoist Master Qingyang jumped down from the bed suddenly, grabbed Zhang Yihan's shoulder, and asked in disbelief: "You think Uncle Wuyazi is still alive? This is not a joke, don't lie to me as a teacher!"

Zhang Yihan nodded heavily, and confirmed more: "Master! How dare I lie to you about this matter, my master uncle is in this village now, why don't I invite him here?"

Taoist Priest Qingyang couldn't help trembling slightly, his eyes were a little moist, he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that the old man is still alive, I didn't expect that Pindao would see him again in his lifetime..."

"What's so difficult about it, I'll let you see Master Uncle every day...haha..." There was a sound of soft footsteps at the door, accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter. Taoist robe went into the house.

Daoist Qingyang looked at the old man who was dressed like a Taoist in front of him, he was obviously taken aback, his mouth was opened twice, but he didn't speak, but tears fell down.

"Qingyang, the No. 70 generation head of Wudang Mountain, pay homage to Uncle Wuyazi! Thank you Uncle Wuyazi for saving your life!" Daoist Qingyang's knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground, "Dongdong Boom" He kowtowed several times in succession.

It was the first time for Zhang Yihan to see her master shed tears, and she couldn't help feeling sad. When she saw the old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed, she quickly knelt behind him and saluted together.

Daoist Wu Yazi nodded with a smile, stroked his beard and said, "Okay, all of you, get up, Qingyang's body has just recovered, so he should rest more."

Daoist Qingyang wiped away his tears, stood up from the ground, and said respectfully: "Uncle Master, when you left Wudang, I was just a child. At that time, Uncle Master was very kind to me. I still miss you a lot, I never thought that you have been away for decades, and there is no news of you, my nephew, I thought I would never see you again..." After finishing speaking, he shook his head and sighed again.

Daoist Wu Yazi patted Daoist Qingyang on the shoulder comfortingly, and said in a deep voice, "You should have been only seven or eight years old when I left, but now decades have passed, and even your hair is graying." , and also became the head of this Wudang Mountain, uncle, I really did not misunderstand you."

Daoist Qingyang raised his head and glanced at Wu Yazi, and saw that although his hair was all white, his eyes were piercing, and his thin body exuded a fresh and refined air of Taoism. His cultivation must be unfathomable , reaching the pinnacle.

(End of this chapter)