Chapter 471: 470
“Master, he is my friend. His na is Ye Tian. He wants to visit the temple, so we ca here…”
“You can enter, he cannot. Jenny, have you understood the ntal thod I taught you last ti? Co and explain it to .”
Completely ignoring Ye Tian as if he were thin air, the old woman pulled Jenny intending to walk into the courtyard, but was held back by the latter. Ye Tian distinctly saw when Jenny pulled her, the old woman, who should have appeared frail, was as steady as a rock, rely swaying symbolically a couple of tis—a gesture that might deceive others, but in Ye Tian’s eyes, it was as simplistic and childish as a toddler learning to speak.
“Master, he is my friend, and he ca here seeking your help. Please help this one more ti. If you let us in, I will surely obey and practice diligently, not contaminating myself with the filth of the mortal world ever again. I promise!”
Jenny’s eyes were determined, and her tone was sincere, but in the old woman’s eyes, she might as well have been speaking to the air, as she just shook her head continuously, “If it were any other ti, I might have reluctantly agreed, but not today.”
“Why?”
“Today is that snake-loving old fellow’s shift, and if I go in, I’ll surely end up fighting with him. He’s been coveting the Buddha Bead Relics for more than a day or two. We’ve agreed to lay low normally and definitely not trouble each other, but that only applies when it’s his shift. If I go today, conflict is inevitable. I’m not afraid of fighting; what I’m afraid of is being in the wrong. I can’t afford to damage my reputation.”
The old woman, becoming agitated, struck the ground two tis with her white stick, and the bluestone pavent was surprisingly cracked into a spiderweb pattern.
Ye Tian was shocked, while Jenny seed unperturbed; on the contrary, seeing Ye Tian’s shocked face seed to sowhat please her, as if she had been the one to break that floor and surprise Ye Tian.
“Master, it’s inconvenient to talk here. Even if you won’t let us into the temple, perhaps you wouldn’t mind us sitting in your courtyard for a while?”
Looking helplessly at Jenny, then glaring irritably at Ye Tian, the old woman said, “Fine, co in and talk. Kid, I warn you, if you dare touch a single grass or tree here, I will not spare you.”
Ye Tian bowed and nodded, “Senior’s words, I will rember carefully.”
Unable to express these rational words in English, Ye Tian instead fabricated a term like ‘miss,’ which sowhat quelled the old woman’s anger.
The old woman, leaning on the white stick, walked into the courtyard by herself. Jenny, seeing this, quickly went forward to support her arm and then gave Ye Tian a look, signaling him to co in quickly. Ye Tian walked into the courtyard, casually closing the door behind him, but as soon as the door shut, a great surge of chilly air rushed towards him, concentrated directly at his chest—this was trouble. However, just as the chilly air reached him, a more soothing force from his wrist spread throughout his body in the blink of an eye, this force was quicker and stronger than the chilly air, and not only did it neutralize all the coldness in the courtyard at his chest, but it also dissipated it. The head-on collision of these two forces did not make Ye Tian uncomfortable; on the contrary, it brought a sowhat inexplicable pleasure.
For the first ti, he felt a fondness for the Nine Emperor Bell embedded in his body. Previously, he would deliberately avoid acknowledging the bell’s existence because he was unaccustod to relying on external forces, let alone entrusting his life to it. But this ti he believed; for the first ti, he believed in the existence of supernatural forces—a grand courtyard wouldn’t have anonymous forces attacking, Chu Tianying’s fingertips wouldn’t shoot fire for no reason, and the two paintings on the door wouldn’t push him back several ters…
Perhaps, Tang Su’s illness could also be cured with these powers!
Two seemingly unrelated matters were sohow connected by Ye Tian, igniting his boundless imagination, followed by an overflowing confidence.
“Hmph, kid, you’ve got so skills.”
Startled out of his reverie by a raspy voice, it naturally belonged to that old woman. Ye Tian, smiling, responded, “It’s the senior who lets succeed. Thank you, thank you.”
Despite her irritation, she developed a great interest in Ye Tian’s abilities. Not to ntion, those capable of withstanding Hell’s Fury, aside from those old n vying for the Buddha Bead Relics, included this young man. Although it was rely a test, there was no sign of him exerting much effort, indicating he had held back.
If worse cos to worst, why not directly absorb his Spiritual Power Essence, swallowing it whole? Is there anything to fear about not snatching that Buddha Bead Relic?
The old woman smiled, giving Ye Tian chills.
This old creature definitely harbors no good intentions.
In the courtyard, there is a stone table surrounded by two stone stools, which are not sufficient. The old woman, reluctant to fetch another stool and remaining silent, simply let Ye Tian stand there.
“Grandma, could you give a chair, or even two bricks would do to make a seat, just so my buttocks can rest a bit, okay?”
The old woman glanced at him sideways and grunted, “You’ve disrupted my Great Strength Wrathful God, and yet you still ask for a chair here?”
Suffering in silence isn’t his style, seeing as she wasn’t courteous with him, Ye Tian unapologetically ran to the cowshed, led her White Bull out, and sat on its back.
This act scared Jenny terribly.
“Ye Tian, you, you better get down quickly!”
Jenny hurried over to pull at Ye Tian, who sat astride on the bull, legs crossed leisurely. The white bull’s tail swung side to side, seemingly swatting at flies, yet no insects were around to swat, making it appear as if the bull was playful and spirited.
Speaking of this White Bull, it is also a rare creature. Unlike other bulls with massive builds, this bull was only the size of a normal calf, up to a person’s waist, with an adorable appearance. Even more appealing, underneath each of its eyes laid a black spot – known as Cow’s Tear Moles. It’s said that tea brewed with the tears of such a bull can prolong life and strengthen the body. Even rarer, this bull’s color being white, which is traditionally the mount of immortals from the heavens, especially with black tear moles, is an extraordinary rarity.
White Bull, as the mount of Shiva in his descent to the earthly realm, is hardly sothing ordinary people could mount.
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