Chapter 554: The Grudge Over a Taken Wife

Le Zhuang leads the way ahead, but his peripheral vision keeps glancing back; he is very curious about what relation this suddenly appearing old Daoist has with his grandparents.

Since he became aware, his grandfather often took him to clean this Daoist temple; after his grandfather lay in bed unable to move, the cleaning duty was handed to him.

No matter how he pressed, the old Daoist wouldn't tell what connection this temple has with his family.

The suddenly appearing old Daoist clearly has a deep link with this temple and his grandparents; his years of cleaning the temple are likely related to that old Daoist.

When Le Zhuang could no longer contain his curiosity and was about to ask Xuanqing Daozhang, he saw Xuanqing Daozhang's gaze fixed on the chubby kid following him; the white‑fat child was especially endearing, but being only one or two years old and unable to speak, only giggling, he obviously had some problem.

Le Zhuang couldn't help but ask, "Master, is this child your grandson?"

What he really wanted to ask was the relation between his grandparents and Xuanqing Daozhang, but fearing that Xuanqing Daozhang would refuse to answer, he decided to first warm up to him, chat and get familiar before asking the crucial question.

Even if he can't uncover the exact tie between his grandparents and Xuanqing Daozhang, at least he can gauge Xuanqing Daozhang's true nature.

Old Daoist, I have never married in my life; where would a grandson come from?

Xuanqing Daozhang gave Le Zhuang a faint glance; after all, he was just a teenage brat, still very young, unable to hide his thoughts. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Ping'an, who followed him, occasionally glancing at the weeds beside him, curious about everything; the affection in his face and eyes was unmistakable, and he said:

"This child, Wang Ping'an, is my future disciple!"

"So the master, your disciple— that old couple just now must be this child's grandparents, right?"

Le Zhuang was not surprised; when Xuanqing Daozhang appeared together with Wang Lin and Zhang Guihua, he instantly recognized that Wang Lin and Zhang Guihua were Wang Ping'an's grandparents. He would ask such a question deliberately to start a conversation, even if it embarrassed him, because Xuanqing Daozhang would answer; he asked again:

"No wonder I could see this child's extraordinary nature at a glance; even though he's only one or two years old, his physique and height are no worse than those of a two‑ or three‑year‑old!"

Xuanqing Daozhang opened his mouth, wanting to tell Le Zhuang that Wang Ping'an was only a few months old, but fearing to startle him, he said bluntly:

"Alright, kid, ask whatever you want. Don't ramble on here; otherwise, when we get to your home later, you won't be able to ask anything even if you want to!"

Moreover, regarding Wang Ping'an's physique and height, he was equally astonished; if he hadn't known Wang Ping'an was only a few months old, just by looking at his current appearance he would truly think Wang Ping'an was one or two years old.

However.

The astonishment remained, yet he paid little mind.

After all.

Wang Ping'an is no ordinary infant; he possesses an Innate Dao Body. After seeing him use a prayer technique once, he could learn it himself and even cast it on his mother. At present, whether his height or physique is inferior to that of a two‑ or three‑year‑old, or that he can walk upright, none of these are absurd compared to before.

Who says Wang Ping'an is already extraordinary; even with some unusual traits, it's not that shocking.

"Is it my acting that's poor, or my inability to speak, making me grasp at straws, so this master sees a flaw?"

Le Zhuang scoffed, not expecting his petty thought to be seen through by Xuanqing Daozhang, and a murmur rose in his heart, but he didn't hide it and said bluntly:

"Master, actually I want to ask, what is your relationship with my grandparents?" Wang Ping'an pretended to admire the roadside flora while actually listening intently to his master's answer.

"Your grandfather and I have a hatred that cannot be reconciled…"

Xuanqing Daozhang's face darkened; he resembled a beast that chooses its prey, and before he finished speaking, Le Zhuang's complexion changed dramatically. Without waiting for Le Zhuang to speak, he continued:

"But rest assured, for the sake of your grandmother's honor, I will not clash with your grandfather!"

Le Zhuang finally breathed a sigh of relief; although Xuanqing Daozhang is very old, Le Zhuang could sense an unimaginable terror emanating from him, giving him the feeling of facing a raging flood beast.

He dared not underestimate Xuanqing Daozhang at all; if Xuanqing Daozhang truly harbors an irreconcilable hatred toward his grandfather, not even a bedridden grandfather could stand against him, let alone a still‑healthy one.

"Grandfather, truly, if you hadn't taught me any skills, I wouldn't have been scared like this by the master!"

Le Zhuang muttered to himself, guessing that the so‑called 'irreconcilable hatred' was likely just a joke; from Xuanqing Daozhang's words in the temple, it was clear he was familiar with his grandfather, and if such hatred truly existed, he wouldn't have spoken so casually, so he said:

"I don't know what relationship you, master, have with my grandmother?"

"You want to know?"

Xuanqing Daozhang looked at Le Zhuang with a playful expression; seeing him nod, his face full of unabashed curiosity, he snorted coldly:

"When I meet your grandfather, won't you just ask him yourself?"

Le Zhuang's face turned bitter, he stared silently at Xuanqing Daozhang, thinking that just now he said there were no problems asking, yet now this answer made his question pointless.

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"Don't say it yet, my master might truly have an irreconcilable hatred toward your grandfather!"

Wang Ping'an looked at Le Zhuang's back with a teasing smile, countless thoughts swirling in his mind, and chuckled: "This 'grudge over a taken wife' is exactly an irreconcilable hatred, isn't it?"

Of course.

He is not the type to relish others' misfortune; if it were a stranger, he could watch the spectacle, but when his own family is involved, he never makes fun of their pain. He is so relaxed because he sees that his master clearly emerged from that 'grudge over a taken wife.'

Otherwise.

He wouldn't be this calm in front of Le Zhuang!

He is very curious whether his master's years of never returning home are linked to that 'grudge over a taken wife.'

At this moment.

As the sun rose, Liangshui Town residents gradually awoke from slumber, busied themselves with various tasks, and upon seeing Le Zhuang, greeted him while inquiring about the situation of Xuanqing Daozhang and Wang Ping'an beside him; Le Zhuang gave a few perfunctory replies and led the two to his own doorstep.

Le Zhuang shouted, "Grandfather, someone's looking for you!"

(End of chapter)