Chapter 268

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

After a brief silence, a chorus of wailing and lamenting rose.

But it's impossible to know how many were genuinely moved and how many were just shouting along blindly.

The guards surrounding Tang Luo and his companions didn't know whether to join in the wailing or continue surrounding Tang Luo and his companions, making for a very awkward situation.

At the critical moment, Wang Xingshan, as the family head, managed to steady things, immediately shouting: "What are you still standing around here for? Hurry up and find a doctor for me!"

Some people came to their senses and rushed off to find a doctor.

"I have accumulated merit," Tang Luo said, walking toward the old man.

The surrounding guards reacted and immediately stepped forward to block Tang Luo.

"Amitabha," Tang Luo intoned another Buddhist invocation, "this humble monk can save people."

The guards dared not act rashly, looking to Wang Xingshan, waiting for the family head's instruction.

Wang Xingshan naturally also heard Tang Luo's words, furrowed his brow, and said: "Seize them."

He was also extremely decisive; for these people of unknown origin, seize them first and ask questions later.

With the family head's order, the guards no longer hesitated and were about to act, and the two attendants also prepared to move.

When dealing with these northern border spies, there's no need to talk about martial arts righteousness—everyone, shoulder to shoulder!

Tang Luo swept his right hand, directly unleashing the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal.

The glazed hue, a palm faintly visible and then hidden, appeared, like swatting a fly, directly sending the surrounding people flying.

A group of guards ended up rolling on the ground like gourds, unable to get up.

Those two attendants were even more directly flung backward, landing and fainting dead away.

Seeing this, Wang Xingshan was startled; although he had long suspected this white-haired monk was no good, he hadn't expected the opponent's cultivation to be so high.

The Wang family's attendants were fundamentally no match.

With a solemn expression, Wang Xingshan pressed his lips together and stepped back, about to say something, but saw Tang Luo not even glance at him, simply stride past, and walk toward his own family's ancestor.

The surrounding family members and such all retreated, though one or two stubborn ones held their ground.

This time, there was no need for the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal; a casual wave sent forth an invisible air wave that surged out, and those people also followed the guards' fate, falling hard.

Tang Luo extended his finger to touch the Wang family ancestor's forehead, and between his fingers burst forth a brilliant yet not dazzling light, instead very warm and radiant.

Of course, one must display holiness before people to truly show the extraordinariness of the consecration.

Once familiar, it's just casually done—no light will appear—it can be there, but it's unnecessary.

First time seeing an advertisement, later on just look at the efficacy.

"Indeed, there is merit," Tang Luo withdrew his head, satisfiedly stepping back.

The Wang family ancestor, who had just died on the spot, suddenly opened one eye, wearing a "Who am I? Where am I?" expression.

To be frank, his condition wasn't that terrible. Chest compressions, artificial respiration—if done in time, with a bit of luck, he could be revived.

For consecration, this is naturally a piece of cake.

After a moment of daze, the Wang family ancestor came to his senses, looked toward Tang Luo, hurriedly rose from the soft seat, and directly knelt down, kowtowing: "Thank you, Immortal Grandfather, for saving my life."

Tang Luo accepted it calmly and asked: "Do you know me?"

I have never seen this Wang family ancestor before, and this person is not the former coachman Wang Bo.

"Old..." The Wang family ancestor originally prepared to call himself "old man," but suddenly felt it was wrong, immediately corrected himself: "I once saw the Immortal Grandfather together with my grandfather."

"Oh." Tang Luo recalled that when he rented the carriage back then, he and Qing Lang had gone to Wang Bo's home together.

He had Wang Bo inform his family of the situation, say goodbye, after all, the journey was long, and he feared he wouldn't be able to return for half a year.

He also met Wang Bo's family, including his grandson.

In ancient times, having children in one's early teens was normal; Wang Bo was in his forties, approaching fifty, and already had two grandsons.

One was still held in his arms, the other was four or five years old, exactly the age of mischief.

Hiding behind adults, a pair of big eyes rolled around, looking at Tang Luo.

That should be the Wang family ancestor before us now.

But this way, this person is now over a hundred years old—let alone in this world, even in the real world, he would absolutely be considered a long-lived elder.

It's just that seeing Tang Luo excited him so much that he couldn't catch his breath and died on the spot, which is rather embarrassing.

Fortunately, Tang Luo's consecration saved him back.

Probably later Wang Bo returned home and described his strange encounter to his family... Just that one meeting back then, plus the influence of his grandfather's constant exposure, made him so reverent?

Now the "Wang family's little grandson ancestor" respectfully venerating Tang Luo is no surprise.

After all, I also saved his life.

But before that, he had already shouted "Immortal Grandfather," which is somewhat unexpected, not like a normal reaction.

To sum up, Tang Luo's actions back then weren't particularly extraordinary.

Nothing more than giving more money and disappearing quickly.

Even if replaced by any martial arts master, it could be done; becoming a god-like figure, on one hand, is due to rumor spreading, and on the other hand, certainly the Wang family secretly fueled the flames, gilding their own face.

Similar to the legend of XX's appearance, when heavenly omens descended, the origin was extraordinary.

Like Liu Bang's mother dreaming of a flood dragon and giving birth to him, Liu Che's mother dreaming of the sun falling into her embrace while pregnant, or Cao Pi's birth accompanied by heavenly seven-colored clouds.

Anyway, one is more exaggerated than the other.

Immortals bestowing treasures sounds far better than finding treasure by chance, and for a relatively superstitious society, such talk also helps preserve wealth.

Saying it's an immortal outwardly, did Wang Bo also constantly instill this saying into his family inwardly?

"You're also quite long-lived," Tang Luo said casually.

"Then..." The Wang family ancestor still wanted to say something, but seeing Wang Xingshan still standing there foolishly, anger surged, and he shouted: "Wicked obstacle! Hurry up and kneel!"

This is even more effective than a father scolding his son or a grandfather scolding his grandson.

Wang Xingshan knelt down without saying a word.

"Forget it, this is not the place to talk," Tang Luo said.

The people who had been slapped by him into rolling gourds slowly crawled up from the ground, looking bewildered, not knowing what to do.

Should they rush forward and fight Tang Luo to the death, or follow the patriarch and the old ancestor in kneeling?

Fortunately, the old ancestor stood up and resolved their dilemma.

"You kneel for me! Kneel for half an hour before coming to apologize!" the Wang family old ancestor scolded Wang Xingshan, truly showing no courtesy.

"Yes, old ancestor." Wang Xingshan dared not act rashly, lowering his head as he spoke.

"Dog, come back." Tang Luo said, and shortly after, the Heavenly Hound came running back like a gust of wind and leapt onto Tang Yuhan's shoulder.

As for why it was Tang Yuhan's side, to the Heavenly Hound, naturally it wanted to go wherever it pleased.

As long as Tang Luo did not object, it was fine.

"These two are……" the Wang family old ancestor asked respectfully.

"Oh, the monk's Vajra Warrior attendant, and the nun who cultivates with the monk." Tang Luo said.

"Uh——" Even though the Wang family old ancestor had become a refined old man, he was momentarily speechless, eventually uttering only a dry "good."

For cultivators, it is common for monks and Daoists to carry a young novice monk or young Daoist boy around, some as attendants, some as disciples.

Those of high status and strong cultivation may even bring a pair—golden boys and jade girls—this is not exclusive to Daoists; monks also have some.

But those people usually bring children around seven or eight years old, clever and lively, adorable little ones.

As for the Vajra Warrior, never mind—his mighty strength also matches everyone's imagination of a warrior.

But why is the nun you brought such a mature great beauty?! This is utterly unfitting for someone who has left home!

Being a deity is truly enviable!

No wonder people all know that being a deity is good—it really is good.

Regardless of what everyone thinks inside, they show nothing on the surface, each lowering their heads, appearing very respectful.

Never mind the old ancestor's attitude toward this person—just the fact that he waved his hand and knocked unconscious the Wang family's enshrined ones, who still haven't awakened to this day, is enough to frighten people.

The aftermath work naturally fell to the Wang family to handle, and Wang Xingshan was still kneeling.

The stable manager also knelt beside Wang Xingshan, face full of grief, as if his father had died.

"I know you've also suffered some hardship these years." Although Wang Xingshan was kneeling, the patriarch's aura still manifested without doubt, pressing so hard people could barely breathe, "If the old ancestor does not speak, you may go home to retire; if the old ancestor speaks, I cannot save you, but I can give your children a good future—understand?"

"Yes, understood." The stable manager repeatedly assented.

In fact, the whole matter was caused by him.

Jin Gang came to sell horses; these horses came from the northern wilderness, their hooves and some details indicating their "origin"—ordinary people wouldn't notice, but those who raise horses here can tell at a glance.

Originally, this was nothing—just horses from the northern wilderness.

But this stable manager had a corrupt thought, planning to embezzle directly, so he slapped a charge of northern wilderness spy on Jin Gang—after all, the Wang family is rich and powerful, afraid of nothing.

Fortunately, there was still an enshrined one present.

That enshrined one also took a liking to the stable manager's words, and regardless, laid hands on Jin Gang.

Then, then he was killed by Jin Gang.

"If you understand, then hurry up and go close the door for me!" Wang Xingshan roared.

"Yes, yes." The stable manager scrambled and crawled, running to close the door.

When Tang Luo and his group arrived at the Wang family, they nearly occupied an entire street's large estate; in the real world, it would be a natural filming location for *Dream of the Red Chamber*.

The Wang family old ancestor also changed his form of address, no longer calling Tang Luo "Immortal Grandfather," which sounded rather strange.

Although during the Journey to the West, he was called "Tang Grandfather, Xuanzang Grandfather" together with Sun Wukong, and the term "Sun Grandfather" was also used quite often.

Tang Luo looked at the Wang family old ancestor Wang De and said: "Back then, it was only a brief encounter; the monk remembers you were this tall—how difficult it must have been for you to still remember the monk."

"Master is a figure like an immortal; how could a petty person like me forget?" Wang De laughed with deep humility.

Nowadays, most cultivators walk the red dust, long since widely known. He naturally also knows Tang Luo is not an immortal, but a "Immortal Master" who has maintained his original appearance from a hundred years ago to now—how different is that from an immortal?

Moreover, the other party even saved his life.

Or perhaps it could be counted as two lives.

After a pause, Wang De continued: "Actually, later the immortal maiden came again, and only then did I remember deeply—from then on, I dared not forget the Master and the Immortal Maiden."