Zhang Chen transformed into a bat and flew away, looking at the flattened mountain top, he couldn’t help but feel secretly alarmed: "Fortunately, I am clever, I ran away after positioning, otherwise, I might have been blasted to pieces by that Jia Wood Celestial Thunder by now."
If he had recklessly tried to position at the Daoist Temple, the entire Huangli Temple would probably have suffered calamity.
"But why hasn’t that old fellow reincarnated? Is he sick? Why hasn’t he gone to reincarnate? Moreover, the other party’s soul is in a magnificent, mysterious state, seemingly possessing a divine radiance similar to the Yellow Heaven Dao, truly strange." Zhang Chen was somewhat baffled by the other’s condition, and he had no one to inquire about it. The Fox Spirit’s level was too low, asking her would be a waste.
Zhang Chen’s entire Qi Mechanism was locked down, hiding in the dark, to see if the Yang God of Zhang Shicheng would descend, but who knew he waited half the night, yet Zhang Shicheng’s soul did not appear here.
"This old guy hasn’t reincarnated, he must be planning something earth-shattering..." Zhang Chen pondered how to create trouble for Prince Pingbian.
In theory, the simplest way would be to pass the information to the Inspection and Supervision Department, by then they would surely take action, as their responsibility is to keep an eye on Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, there is no way they would sit idly by and watch it grow. The crux is, he doesn’t know where the headquarters of the Inspection and Supervision Department is, so he has no way to pass on the message.
If he found someone to spread rumors?
With the control that Prince Pingbian’s Mansion has over the Northern Land, rumors wouldn’t even have a chance to expand before they were suppressed by the Prince Pingbian’s Mansion.
Zhang Chen secretly kept this in mind: "No hurry, right now I’m at a critical moment of studying Qi Cultivation formulas, I absolutely can’t stir up trouble. Once I embark on the Immortal Dao, then I’ll come to deal with this old dragon."
After a moment’s thought, Zhang Chen transformed into a bat and flew away, circled around the Yellow River once, then returned to the Daoist Temple to sleep.
Life seemed to calm down, morning class, martial arts practice, work, and a day quickly passed, soon it was afternoon. Zhang Chen casually made an excuse to dismiss Xiaodouding, transformed into a bat and left the Daoist Temple, then reappeared in Wang Family Lane.
The master’s house was tightly closed, Zhang Chen knocked on the door, and then saw Han Suzhen, looking fatigued, open the door, upon seeing Zhang Chen she smiled, especially noticing the gift box he was carrying, full of various seeds and dried fruits, which in this drought era was particularly precious.
"Why bother bringing something just for a visit? Seems too extravagant." Han Suzhen complained, making way for Zhang Chen to come in.
"I purchased some things on the way, and thought to bring some snacks for you, Master." Zhang Chen placed several paper packages on the table, responding casually.
"Come and see, I stayed up all night last night and worked all day today, finally finishing the annotations on the Huangting Scripture. Half of it consists of repetitive characters, only five thousand characters need to be memorized, which generally covers all the characters in the world. Once you diligently study and practice back home, you would officially be considered literate. However, there are some very obscure and difficult words in here, I specially made annotations for you. You should come to see me every five days for explanations on what you don’t understand." The master stood in front of the table at this moment, holding the Huangting Scripture in hand, beckoning towards Zhang Chen, and then handed the scripture to him.
Zhang Chen took the Huangting Scripture, and indeed, every character in it was annotated, also in between the lines there were phonetic notes, carefully annotated, it seemed Han Suzhen had put great effort into it.
"Thank you for your grace, Master, I will surely remember it deep in my heart, never to forget." Zhang Chen solemnly gave Han Suzhen a grand bow, the longer he stayed in this world, the more he knew how serious the monopoly on knowledge was.
Wanting to learn to read isn’t something money can easily achieve!
Zhang Chen even considered turning into a bat to eavesdrop on the family clans’ learning houses, only such an effort would take an excessive amount of time, taking at least three to five years just to barely recognize all the characters.
Time was too valuable for Zhang Chen, he couldn’t afford to waste it.
"I am your master!" Han Suzhen looked at the polite Zhang Chen, suddenly put on a stern face and scolded: "You probably don’t understand the importance of the relationship between master and disciple, it’s a lineage of succession, sharing glory and decline. It’s not just about the inheritance of Dao and knowledge, but also the transmission of spirit. Even though we are not blood-related father and son, we are connected through the transmission of cultural spirit, in which the relationship isn’t inferior to blood relations. Don’t speak such courteous words in the future, or I’ll be upset! You’re acting too distant, not treating me like a master, or as one of your own."
Hearing Han Suzhen’s words, Zhang Chen felt an inexplicable touch in his heart: "I will remember, Master."
Seeing Zhang Chen’s response, Han Suzhen nodded contentedly: "Stay for dinner today before you leave, I have prepared lamb and beef, they’ve been stewing all afternoon, perfect for dinner."
Zhang Chen didn’t refuse, and respectfully said: "As you say, Master."
Zhang Chen dined at his master’s house, and Chen Sanliang kept an expressionless face throughout, only focusing on eating beef, without even glancing at Zhang Chen.
Now that Zhang Chen had the annotated book, the most troublesome issue was resolved, his attitude shifted, as Chen Sanliang ignored him, he did not persist, simply continued eating beef while conversing with his master, treating Chen Sanliang like thin air.