Chapter 71: Holy Monk 37 (They All Have a Bright Future)

Holy Monk 37 (They All Have a Bright Future)

"Wolf! Long live heaven!" Ha La Ba Ba Ge shouted.

The old, weak, sick and disabled who were checking the outside situation from the door crack also tensed their nerves: "Are they wolves?!!!"

Sang Ya almost screamed, where did so many wolves come from? It seemed as if all the wolves on the grassland had come!! In fear, she rarely had random thoughts, could it be that the wolf pack smelled the blood and came collectively to have a midnight snack?

At this moment, Jiang He suddenly turned his head and gently said to his son: "Little Yin, don't be afraid!"

Jiang Si Yin was about to tell his father that he actually wasn't afraid at all, when he discovered he had flown up, and the direction of his flight was toward the wolf pack.

He looked completely bewildered; could it be that his father thought he was a burden and wanted to throw him to feed the wolves?

Jiang Si Yin's mind went blank; he tightly closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of the god of death.

However, after waiting a long time, feeling no pain or itch, he involuntarily opened his eyes and found himself lying on the backs of several wolves that had gathered together.

When he lowered his head to look, a wolf raised its head to look at him; under the moonlight, its green, glistening eyes resembled two clusters of ghostly fire, frightening him into a shiver.

Sang Ya didn't know if she was screaming; she only knew that her tears and snot were flowing down.

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Sang Ya's mother tightly grabbed the daughter who was about to open the door and rush out, shouting into her ear: "Look clearly, Ba Tu isn't dead!"

Jiang Si Yin sat on the wolf's back; the wolf was fine, and he was fine too; when his father threw him over, he must have used skillful force.

He looked blankly at the figure in white monk robes, which tapped a few times like a cloud, and he followed it into the wolf pack.

Amid everyone's disbelief, a clear voice rang out: "I don't know where this poor monk has offended the Second Prince, prompting him to send assassins today; I dare not remain in the barbarian lands any longer, so I bid farewell."

Under everyone's gaze, the giant wolves running side by side carried the father and son away, disappearing into the depths of the grassland.

The remaining wolves howled at the group of black-clothed people, step by step approaching and intimidating them.

The black-clothed people wore expressions of shock and uncertainty; everything that happened tonight exceeded their expectations, seeing so many wolves, they were also afraid in their hearts, for wolves have a special significance on the grassland, they feared them yet also revered and kept their distance.

Jiang Si Yin now felt no fear of wolves at all, and even turned over on the wolf's back, lying flat upon it.

His father's toe touching the wolf's back actually allowed him to keep pace with the wolves; Jiang Si Yin gasped in shock, watching his father sprint swiftly under the moonlight, his robes fluttering, as if he were an immortal who could fly.

Behind them was a noisy parrot, flapping its wings hard: "Oh dear, don't run so fast, wait for me!"

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The dog host merely promised the wolf pack that it would give them medicine pills; just one or two of them made it so excited it almost wanted to dash away leaving afterimages, and though it could fly, it couldn't even keep up with those running on the ground!

Finally, the parrot wisely perched on the wolf's back, not wanting to fly anymore.

It was nearly exhausted, truly unable to fly; today it had flown for a long time before contacting the wolf pack, and its exercise level had already exceeded the limit.

The parrot turned its head and saw that, no matter which world they went to, as long as conditions allowed, the host would immediately train martial arts, using the wolf pack as a stepping stone; that white-clad figure fluttering in the moonlight looked even more graceful than it, pleasing to the eye.

The dog host, still not flushed or out of breath, remarked coolly: "You've eaten too much and grown fat; you need to lose weight, otherwise you won't be able to fly."

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Losing weight is impossible; the dog host gave it an animal's body, making it work like an ox or horse, and if it eats a bit more to compensate itself, what's wrong with that?

Who says a bird must fly? If it's too fat, well, later it might just… learn to walk like a pig!

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Jiang Si Yin sat on the wolf's back, glanced at the moon in the sky, felt his wind-cooled cheek, pinched himself hard, then mustered courage to meet the lead wolf's green eyes.

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In the uninhabited depths of the grassland, the wolf pack finally came to a stop.

Jiang He threw out countless pills, distributing them one by one to this pack of wolves more obedient than dogs, and sincerely thanked them: "Go on your way, thank you for today."

The lead wolf, with the pack, lowered its forelegs to the ground, performed a great bow, nodded in a human-like manner, then ran off toward the moonlight.

Jiang Si Yin watched this scene and once again thought, "Is my father really not human?"

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After a long while, he spoke up: "Father, where should we go from now on?"

Those black-clothed people came too quickly; he hadn't even finished packing his belongings, not to mention money and valuables, and there were many toys, especially the ones his father had handmade for him—clothes and toys—he was reluctant to leave behind.

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Jiang Si Yin, being a smart child, quickly figured it out; his father had on the spot revealed the identity of the person pulling the strings behind the scenes, and they would never be able to establish themselves on the grassland in the future.

Jiang He gently asked: "Little Yin, where would you like to go?"

"Father came from Da Qing." Jiang Si Yin plopped down, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Tonight's wind was very cold; the stars in the sky seemed close enough to grasp with an outstretched hand; the grassland was utterly silent, boundless and vast, empty and void.

His home on the grassland was gone again, but it didn't matter; he could build a new home with his father.

"Father, do you want to return to Da Qing?" Jiang Si Yin asked, "Didn't you say you still have disciples in Da Qing? They should welcome you back, right…"

Saying that, he silently lowered his head.

He's so smart, he'll surely adapt to life in Da Qing, just as his father adapted to grassland life for him.

"Now is not the time to return to Da Qing." Jiang He stroked his son's head, lowered his gaze to look at him, "The world is so vast; do you want to go see it?"

Jiang Si Yin looked up at his father, face full of surprise: "Is it to travel everywhere, making the four seas our home?"

Jiang He gave an affirmative hum, showing his son a gentle, tolerant smile: "If you don't want to return to Da Qing, then go see other places; wherever you are, I'll go with you, and I certainly won't leave you behind."

Jiang Si Yin thought the journey would be arduous, like measuring thousands of mountains and rivers with his feet.

As it turned out, the wolves ran off, and there were also camels.

Just as with summoning the wolves, the parrot elder directly summoned camels.

"Do camels also exist in the wild?" Jiang Si Yin muttered, "Or would horses be better, since they run faster?"

Jiang He said good-naturedly: "If we need to cross the desert, camels are still better; if you like horses, we can look for them after the desert."

Jiang Si Yin curiously stroked the camel's hump, his smile bright: "Father, camels are great too; this is my first time riding a camel."

Moreover, they are gentler than horses, and also quieter than horses.

"It's just that I feel sorry for my Red Snow," he sighed mournfully. "Red Snow was a birthday gift from Sister Sang Ya, and I don't know whether it will get used to being back with Sister Sang Ya."

"I'll go back and take a look," the Parrot flapped a wing against Batu's face. "If there's any luggage you need, just say so, and I'll fetch it."

Jiang Siyin instantly brightened, clapped his hands sharply. "Right, Tongtong, you can fly, so the round trip will definitely be fast! I want my clothes, toys, and also…"

The Parrot gave him a dead‑fish stare. "Do you think my tiny body can carry so many things?"

"Don't you have the ability to summon animals?" Jiang Siyin asked, his face full of surprise. "You could summon a few wolves… Oh, and Hai Dongqing, it can fly and is even faster."

Jiang He shook his head. "We're on a long trek; we can't take that many things. For toys, we can only take the ones we like best! Tongtong also needs to help carry salt, spices, and other seasonings."

Jiang Siyin still couldn't bear to part with them; those clothes and toys were his father's love for him.

When his father had thrown him into a pack of wolves earlier, in that brief instant he actually doubted his father. These past two days of exhausting travel left him with no energy to think; now, recalling it, guilt and remorse surged in his heart again and again.

He wished he could hide all those things, repeatedly looking at them, repeatedly caressing them, flogging his own aching heart!

"Then have Sister Sang Ya store them for me; someday I'll go get them," Jiang Siyin said, biting his lip, to the Parrot.

The Parrot flapped its wings and flew; it simply couldn't bear to see the little brat's conflicted expression.

No need, really no need. In fact, your father really set you up; he's not as pure and flawless as you imagine!

Jiang He sighed, crouched down, and gazed into the child's eyes. "Xiao Yin, doubt is human nature; your father doesn't mind! Or rather, your keeping a skeptical heart toward people puts your father at ease, at least he doesn't have to worry that you'll be fooled by others in the future."

Jiang Siyin rubbed his slightly damp eyes, then threw himself into his father's arms, hugging him tightly.

He swore that even if his father stabbed him with a knife in the future, he would never doubt him!

A few days have passed since the night Master Xuanji was assassinated.

The temple now stands empty, with only a lofty Bodhisattva looking down with compassion at those who enter.

Sang Ya knelt devoutly before the Bodhisattva, praying for Master and his younger brother Batu.

After an unknown length of kneeling, a familiar voice sounded.

"Stop kneeling, stop kneeling, come quickly and help pack the luggage!"

Sang Ya jerked her head up, staring blankly at the Parrot that flew in from outside, then lunged forward, "Tongtong!"

The Parrot was gripped tightly by the girl's both hands, feeling its very soul about to be expelled, "Let go! Let go! The bird is about to suffocate?!"

Sang Ya hurriedly loosened her grip a bit, but still did not release it.

"Is Batu okay? Is Master okay?" Sang Ya bombarded with a series of questions. "Where are they going? Is there danger?!"

"Ah, with all these questions, how am I supposed to answer?" the Parrot flapped its wings desperately, moving away from Sang Ya.

What's up with this girl? How does she have such strength? Fortunately, its shell comes from the mall, with quality assurance; otherwise it would really be crushed by her.

"They're all fine!" the Parrot's wing comfortingly patted the girl's face. "Go help pack their luggage; Master and Batu plan to travel around the world later."

It clicked in its mind: traveling the world in such an ancient setting? The dog host really spoils his son!

Hearing that, Sang Ya immediately said, "I'll go right now!"

She swiftly packed the luggage, first the clothes—both summer and winter in one bag—then food ingredients, seasonings, toys, herbs…

The Parrot followed behind her, and seeing her pack more and more, was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Wait, there's no need to take the books," the Parrot reminded her. "The books are too heavy; you can keep them."

Sang Ya hesitated a bit: "But these are precious medical texts..." In Daqing, books are already considered valuable, let alone on the grassland.

"It's fine; the Master can already recite these medical texts backward fluently, so there's no need to take them," the Parrot said calmly. "If needed, the host can copy them; the host gets tired, not me."

Sang Ya's face was full of admiration, and she silently vowed to also master the medical texts backward, lest she tarnish the Master's reputation.

Although each person and their System often argue passionately and even sabotage each other, their relationship is indeed quite good.

"I always thought the desert was lifeless, desolate, monotonous, tragic..."

Then a pure white Hai Dongqing carried the Parrot down in flight.

Jiang Siyin quickly tugged his father's sleeve, swaying, and smiled at him, "With Dad here, I don't bother to stay on guard!"

Rattlesnakes, sand snakes, sand rats, and lizards, let them all gorge themselves!

Jiang Siyin naturally didn't understand, assuming it was the earliest enlightened spirit among the parrots, he enthusiastically clapped and cheered for it.

The Parrot flew to the luggage bag, bid farewell to Sang Ya, and left a line: "Sang Ya, the Master dotes on the child, so he won't suggest you go to the battlefield, but merely reading books won't improve your medical skill; you still need practice."

He grabbed a skewer of roasted snake meat with his last hand and devoured it greedily.

It was his first time seeing endless yellow sand, extreme drought, yet there stood an immortal Hu Yang that had stood for three thousand years.

After countless hosts, the System finally found an ideal host.

Now that he's left the grassland, his sense of security has greatly increased; even a boring journey can't dampen his good mood.

At night, they rested in the tent.

It stood beside a black Hai Dongqing; the black and white bird heads were close together, as if communicating.

"Dad, this is tasty; aren't you going to eat it?" the young boy asked with particular filial piety.

Jiang Siyin saw the scene, his mouth agape in shock: "How impressive! Tongtong, is this your old partner's companion?"

He had just gotten tired from walking, was about to sit down heavily to rest, when his father pulled him aside. He looked down and saw a scorpion crawling by his feet.

The Parrot, acting as a matchmaker, searched the desert for a long time and finally found two red flowers.

As the ancestor of the System, it is extremely unwilling for the host to call it by its number; each time it insists on being called "System", considering itself the head of the System, distinct from others, and viewing other numbered systems as its grandchildren.

The less a person has, the more they emphasize what they have; the System is no different.

Sure enough, shortly after they saw a vast expanse of cacti.

The Parrot was angry inside; the dog host was too much, only spoiling his son. I am your most beloved Tong! How can you favor one and neglect the other?!

Jiang Siyin always thought the vast grassland was enough for them to roam, but after leaving it, he discovered an even broader sky and a more expansive earth.

Looking at his father again, he was still so fair‑skinned and handsome; his white monk robes remained spotless even in the sand‑filled outside, like a deity in the heavens, which made him very jealous.

The boy sitting on the camel turned his head to look at his father. "Dad, there must be cacti ahead."

It is said that the newest System No. 9999 even surpasses countless hosts; its task performance is better than those hosts, and the new host sometimes even yields his body to the system to complete missions, proudly calling it "lying to win".

In his heart, his father is omnipotent; as long as his father is present, he can always be a carefree child.

He didn't realize his sleeping posture was so domineering? No wonder his father dislikes sleeping with him in summer; now it makes sense. Fortunately the parrot is a spirit and won't be killed by him.

Jiang He squeezed his prayer beads and said calmly, "When your martial skill is cultivated, you will be impervious to cold and heat."

Although the wandering days with his father aren't that comfortable, he can learn a lot of knowledge—truly fascinating.

As one of the earliest created systems, its functions are extremely limited; its intelligence is even the lowest among all systems, and it will be beaten by later generations.

The black kite finally returned full and satisfied, and brought a delicacy it considered tasty for Jiang He and his father: two sand mice!

He wants to eat meat, but not mice.

Jiang Siyin, excited, said, "Father, let me try too."

The parrot could no longer stand watching.

At that moment, the black kite lowered its head and cooed a few times to the parrot; the parrot kept nodding and said, "Got it, there's an oasis ahead, thanks for letting me know!"

He also saw cacti standing in the desert, their bodies covered in spines and bearing aloe.

The desert was vast and desolate, not a speck of green in sight; how could these creatures survive? For a moment, he felt deep reverence for nature.

Hearing that, Jiang Siyin sighed, wondering why he hadn't inherited his father's talent for martial practice. He resolved to train, no longer wanting his father to swing him over his back and repel enemies with vomit—a disgrace beyond words.

The next day, Jiang Siyin apologized to the parrot and obeyed it completely.

His voice was bright and full of joy; after all, green is scarce in the desert, and it's fine that the cactus has spines—as long as it's green.

A black kite was soaring over the desert; when it saw the two, it folded its wings, descended, and stood nearby, tilting its head at them.

"I want to eat too," the parrot flapped its wings and flew over.

The parrot rolled its dead‑fish eyes and, Hehe, said, "Am I just an ordinary parrot?! I am your teacher; you must respect your master and education!" It was clearly upset that the dead child only greeted his father and ignored it.

As for whether he hugs like an ice block in summer, he doesn't know; his father refuses to sleep with him in summer.

"Old buddy, let's go! I'll catch a rattlesnake for you as dinner!"

"Father, what are you doing?" Jiang Siyin asked curiously, crouching nearby to watch his father busy.

It solemnly hung two red blossoms around the bride and groom's necks.

Jiang Siyin clicked his tongue twice, pressed his whole body against his father—so warm. His father's body was like a heater, warmer than a quilt; hugging him in the dead of winter felt like a furnace.

And Jiang Siyin, you traitor to your master and ancestors! That punch almost killed the teacher; teacher will expel you from the sect!

The parrot spread its two wings in a hands‑on‑hips pose and cackled, "Old buddy suffered with me in the desert, it's not its fault! Now it's found a mate, and I, the little master, have acted as a matchmaker!"

Even though they weren't short of water, Jiang He still let the child taste cactus juice.

The parrot just slipped into the nest when a fist smashed it out.

The kite carried the parrot soaring above the desert; after delivering the luggage it could have left, but it still stayed to watch over the parrot.

Jiang He glanced casually, "That's a Gila woodpecker, living inside a giant cactus."

The flawless, handsome master, with an air of worldly superiority, regarded wine and meat as poison, and said, "You eat."

Sang Ya watched the kite flap its wings and fly away, farther and farther.

Sitting in the shade, Jiang Siyin wrote a diary with a goose‑feather brush.

They said they didn't understand the worship of heaven and earth, but the wedding feast was truly delicious.

Jiang Siyin gave his father a pleading look; this time his father didn't reject the kite's kindness.

Then a black and a white kite left together.

Back then, after the old Chanyu sent Hala Babage and the other over, he grew wary of the steppe people and affairs, unable to sleep peacefully at night.

The black and white kites, probably the only pair in history to have held a wedding, stood stiffly there, letting the parrot mess around.

By the temple window, a sleek kite waited, its gaze sharp and its plumage lush.

"The desert's day‑night temperature swing is huge," Jiang Siyin sighed.

Sang Ya placed the packed luggage on the kite's back and added the biscuits her mother had made.

The next day, the kite brought a fat snake, its triangular head unmistakably lethal.

His system number is early; indeed he is one of the earliest systems.

After pitching the tent, Jiang He spread an oiled paper on the pit he had dug, shaping it into a cone and surrounding it with stones.

Especially at night in the desert, it must be below minus ten degrees, enough to freeze a bird to death!

He pulled out a knife, chopped off the snake's head and tossed it to the kite, then peeled the skin, cut the meat into pieces, salted them, and roasted them over the fire.

"There are creatures here!" he exclaimed, his face full of amazement.

That dog host spoils the child way too much; luckily its all‑powerful system handles missions and even intervenes in the child's education, otherwise one would worry it would raise a useless playboy.

Jiang He sat nearby, squeezing his prayer beads, and smiled faintly.

At dusk, the last rays of the setting sun fell on the girl's face before the temple; her expression was resolute, like a statue.

Even during the day, he wrapped himself so only his eyes were exposed to the sun, yet he still got a ring of tan.

That gave it a special sense of achievement.

The father and son curled up inside a tent.

Jiang He said, "You're thirteen now, not a child, yet you still act so coquettish?" Though he scolded with his words, his eyes held amusement.

Desert nights are cold even with a quilt.

Jiang Siyin hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise and exclaimed, "Everything is so amazing."

Jiang Siyin and the parrot ate roasted snake pieces, while a certain master ate cactus salad; they all have bright futures!

"Collect water! Place a drinking cup at the bottom; this is the simplest way to gather water."

Before eating, Jiang Siyin felt reluctant, helpless, and forced; but after the first bite, it was truly delicious.

Jiang Siyin, after ten attempts, finally refused, picked up the hard biscuits and put them into the pot to boil.

Jiang Si Yin raised his head to look at the sky, "Dad, look at that bird's beak, it's so long, and the top of its head is still red."

Jiang Si Yin found it a bit strange, "Parrots aren't vegetarian, are they?"

"Besides scorpions, there are also rattlesnakes..." Jiang He's voice was cool, obviously dissatisfied with his son's lack of caution, "Son, you should know that there are many dangerous creatures in nature; one careless mistake and you'll lose your life because of it."

The two walked in the desert for a full seven days, and Jiang Si Yin remained enthusiastic.

Jiang Si Yin naturally knew snake meat was non-toxic, and also knew he was in a period of growth and development, so he couldn't eat only vegetables like his father.

It instantly wanted to shout a curse, the dog host opened its eyes and glared at it warningly.

"Young master, I'm certainly mighty!" the parrot proudly put its hands on its hips and lifted its head, "I'm actually the earliest off the production line!"

"When water is scarce in the desert, the juice of these plants can save lives." Jiang He said, "Let's spend the night here tonight."

Jiang He didn't care about that; he didn't like using cheats, had low reliance on the system's mall, so he adapted well to a system with only basic functions, and he and the system got along very happily.

After entering the desert, he greatly envied the sea-east green; if he had such strong powerful wings, he could certainly easily fly over thousands of mountains and rivers.

He kept flattering, and since he accidentally hit the parrot while sleeping last time, he felt guilty and short of breath, constantly yielding to it; whenever the parrot did anything, it was nothing but endless fawning praise.

The parrot also wanted to sleep close to its host; although its shell was strong and solid, it was too realistic, which was bad—it could feel both cold and heat.

"Go ahead and eat, snake meat is delicious."

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