Chapter 552: Daoist Temple Sweeper

"I just don't know what use this astrologer has, or what the obtained astrology is useful for!"

Wang Ping'an, with strong curiosity, after finishing cultivating the Purple Qi Classic, immediately got up from the cradle and dressed himself.

He discovered that, since obtaining the reward 'Talent: Walking', he not only could walk upright, but his control over himself had undergone a tremendous change; many basic actions, such as dressing himself, were now possible.

I don't know whether this is one of the benefits of gaining the 'Talent: Walking', or due to his recent arduous cultivation, which besides forming one artificial dantian after another inside his body, also infused him with abundant spiritual energy and magical power, strengthening his physique.

This matter.

Wang Ping'an thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he got lazy about thinking; anyway, this matter is a great blessing for him, no need to investigate the cause.

Soon.

Wang Ping'an put on his clothes, crawled out of the cradle, put on his shoes; these were made by his grandmother during this period, taking advantage of the midday sun to rest or the afternoon coolness while she was resting at home.

She made many pairs, in various sizes, from a few months old to three or four years old; he suspected that, after some time, his grandmother would probably be able to make shoes for his grown feet.

As for clothing, it was made by his mother while she idly stayed at home taking care of him—though he actually didn't need care, as he would call out for eating, drinking, urinating, and defecating himself, requiring no worry from his mother, giving her plenty of time to do her own things.

She made one nice piece of clothing after another for him!

Wang Ping'an was about to rise and leave the bedroom when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother lying on the bed, still asleep; knowing she had been exhausted from a day's journey, he quickly used several skills: Healing Technique.

Although his mother's and his grandparents' bodies had already been doubly strengthened by ample Healing Technique and Blessing Technique, using the Healing Technique or Blessing Technique again had little effect.

It could no longer strengthen his mother's physique, but at least it could help dispel her fatigue, right?

As the Healing Techniques took effect, Wang Ping'an saw a sweet smile appear on his mother's sleeping face, as if she were having a pleasant dream, and he did not disturb her.

He carefully opened the bedroom door and walked out steadily; having only just learned to walk, he was full of curiosity about this world, paying attention to every flower and blade of grass.

At this moment.

His grandparents were still asleep!

Wang Ping'an, bored and idle, wandered around the Daoist temple; if not for worrying that his master might be present, not knowing whether he was resting or sleeping.

Given his master's cultivation level, he dared not probe with his divine sense, for fear of being noticed; he came to the courtyard of the Daoist temple, abandoned practicing a sword form, and gazed at the peach tree about several decades old, his face full of curiosity.

He had not forgotten the strange expression his master showed when he saw this peach tree last night.

"Alas, I still can't speak, otherwise I would really like to ask my dear master directly whether he also has some beloved but unattainable story." Wang Ping'an, filled with strong curiosity, looked at the peach tree growing well, as if often tended, and with a thought, he used several skills in succession: Planting Technique and Spring Rain Technique.

Watching the peach tree thrive under the nourishment of the magical arts, its growth improved immensely compared to before; he pondered, 'I don't know whether prolonged use of magical arts could elevate this peach tree to a spirit tree!'

Initial Spirit Peach Trees, he had planted a batch in his World Pearl; because his World Pearl could be said to be eternal spring, with ample sunlight and different time flow, it completely affected the maturation period of the spirit fruits.

At this time.

The Initial Spirit Peach Trees in his World Pearl had already begun to bear fruit, not far from full maturity and edible, it wouldn't be long.

"Crack!"

The tightly closed doors of the Daoist temple were suddenly flung open, and immediately a lame-legged boy walked in from outside, holding a broom, about to sweep the temple's interior when he saw Wang Ping'an suddenly appear inside, froze in surprise, and exclaimed:

"Child, where did you come from? Are you an unwanted beggar hiding in this Daoist temple..."

Le Zhuang blurted out instinctively; before he could finish speaking, seeing Wang Ping'an's clean appearance, his pale body, brand-new clothes, completely unlike a beggar, the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back, and he changed his tone to say:

"Are you from the town, coming here to play?"

Wang Ping'an shook his head.

"You mean you're not from the town, or that you didn't come here to play?"

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Le Zhuang looked at Wang Ping'an, seeing no sign of him speaking, his brows slightly furrowed, suddenly realizing that given Wang Ping'an's appearance, he was probably about one or two years old, possibly not yet able to speak, and said:

"There's nothing fun here, and this is a Daoist temple that has had no Daoist priest residing year-round; the spirits inside have likely all left, so even if you burn incense, no spirits will protect you!"

Having said that, Le Zhuang also lost interest in dealing with Wang Ping'an; after all, he was just a one- or two-year-old child, possibly brought here by his parents or having sneaked over, still unable to speak; asking him would yield no answer, and it wouldn't be long before the child's parents came looking for him.

He should first attend to his own duties!

After all.

What matters most to him now is cleaning this Daoist temple; the temple is not small, and cleaning it inside and out could take an unknown amount of time.

Who has the time to accompany Wang Ping'an in playing here?

Wang Ping'an looked at Le Zhuang, said a few words, then stopped paying attention to himself and began sweeping the Daoist temple; he immediately understood his earlier doubt: although his master had not returned for decades, why was the temple so clean, as if someone often swept it, and he speculated:

"He is either a relative of my master, or the child of the beloved but unattainable female lead of my master—no, my master is this old, impossible to be the child of that unattainable female lead; he must be of the grandson's generation!"

In a moment, myriad random thoughts flooded Wang Ping'an's mind, like a compilation of the gossip TV dramas he had watched in his past life; he was very curious, waiting for his master to appear, see this child, and after the child exposed his family background, whether there would be a good show to watch.

"You are this child's elders, right?"

Le Zhuang earnestly cleaned the temple's hygiene; not knowing how much time had passed, Wang Lin and Zhang Guilian walked out of the bedroom, were seen by Le Zhuang, who examined them carefully and found both unfamiliar, frowning and said:

"You probably aren't from the town, right?"

(End of chapter)