C43 Kusanagi
C43 Kusanagi
Deep within the streets, there was a fairly small courtyard.
Ye Fann stood in front of the temple's entrance and looked up at the signboard with the three words "Green Garden Appreciation" on it. His eyes were filled with nostalgia.
Eight years ago, he, who was kicked out of the Ye Family, stayed here for three months.
Those three months were the happiest and happiest time of his life. He thought that he would spend his whole life in a monastery, and when he reached adulthood, it was actually pretty good to be a cultivator.
He did not expect that the Chang Family would come knocking on his door. Under heavy pressure, he had no choice but to leave the monastery, get on a plane leaving the country, and get picked up by the people from the Siberian training camp the moment he got off the plane.
If not for that nameless fist technique, he would have died long ago.
In fact, according to his instructors in the Siberian training camp, their original mission was to train him to die, a reasonable way to die.
Without needing to investigate, Ye Fann knew that the mastermind behind this was Chang Family.
Just when Ye Fann was lamenting, a young Daoist walked out from inside. When he saw Ye Fann, he was slightly stunned. Then he hesitantly asked: "Xiao Yezi?"
Ye Fann smiled when he heard this, "Fatty Zhu, I didn't expect you to get thinner."
"Damn, is it really you brat?" Fatty Zhu came up to him excitedly, he sized Ye Fann up and down, then laughed: "You brat, you got rich from overseas? Didn't you know that when you left, I, Lord Fatty, cried for a long time. You little rascal didn't even say goodbye before you ran off. "
"Did I run away by myself? Back then, I almost lost my life. "
Seeing his playmate when he was young, Ye Fann's smile was as sincere as if he had found his original childishness.
"Yes, yes." Fatty Zhu chuckled in response, then gave Ye Fann a big hug, "Welcome home."
Yes, home.
He and Fatty Zhu were actually adopted children by the monastery leader. To them, the monastery was their home.
"Thank you." Ye Fann hugged Fatty Zhu, patting his back and smiled: "It's been a long time since I've been here, do you not want me to take a look?"
"Could it be a visit home? "There have been a lot of changes at home in the past few years."
Fatty Zhu affectionately wrapped his arms around Ye Fann's neck. Ye Fann was stunned for a moment and then recovered his smile. Then, the two of them walked into the Taoist temple.
If Tang Jianrui saw this, he would definitely be shocked. No one would dare to hug Ye Fann's neck, and the last person to hug his neck would probably not even have a skeleton left.
The Taoist temple was not very big, it only had seven to eight rooms in the front and back of the courtyard. In the middle of the hall was the father of the Daoist family, Ye Fann. He went up, respectfully lit three incense sticks, saluted, and stuck them in the incense burner on the altar.
"The same as before." Ye Fann looked around at Fatty Zhu and lamented. He still remembered that he was fond of playing on the statue of the God, but the statue was still there even though he used ink to wipe his ears.
Because of this, the gentle old temple owner went into a rage and fiercely beat him up.
"Right, where's the old temple? Miao Miao and Dou Dou also couldn't be seen. " As for Miao and Dou Dou, they were a pair of twins. When Ye Fann left, they were only four years old, and at that time, they had been following behind Ye Fann every day, calling out to Brother Wu, Brother Fann.
Eight years had passed, and they should have already become big girls. It was unknown if they still remembered Brother Fann the Great.
Fatty Zhu's face instantly became gloomy and said in a low voice, "Fan Zi, three years after you left, the monastery chief left."
BOOM!
The message exploded in Ye Fann's mind like a bomb, causing his eye sockets to turn red.
"The Monastery leader left very peacefully, and many of my brothers and sisters have returned as well. Everyone has helped out with the aftermath, and now the Monastery is in my name." Fatty Zhu said slowly.
"Old Monastery Leader... "It's joy and mourning." Ye Fann paused to collect his thoughts.
When he left, the old temple master was already 97 years old. In addition, the old temple master had left many hidden injuries on the battlefield. To be able to live to 100 years old was truly a joyous loss.
Furthermore, every time the weather changed, the internal injuries on the old temple master's body would break out. It was truly a life worse than death, and to the old temple master, death was also a form of relief.
"After the monastery chief left, I couldn't support myself, so I didn't keep the other children. Only Dou Dou and Miao were with me. They all went to school."
At this point, Fatty Zhu's face turned bitter, "It's my fault for not being able to. Many children cannot be sent to an orphanage."
Ye Fann was stunned, then he patted Zhu Fatty on the shoulder.
It was not easy to live in the capital.
The monastery leader was from the Old Capital City and had many close friends. When the monastery leader was here, there would be people coming every now and then to pay a visit to him. At that time, his life was pretty good and he had the ability to adopt a child.
Fatty Zhu was not the old monastery master. With the old monastery master gone, the income of the monastery was gone. Fatty Zhu, a man who had just become an adult, could afford to spend more and more on the two little girls' living expenses and tuition fees.
"Fan Zi, I can't accept this. All of the children that were sent to us have parents who had no other choice, but I can only watch as they leave …" Tears welled up in Fatty Zhu's eyes.
Ye Fann was silent.
He had experienced a similar feeling before. It was as if he could save a person by stretching out his hand, but he just didn't have the ability to do so. He could only watch as a person walked into hell.
"It's good that you did your best. Life is a sea of suffering, and people are struggling everywhere. No one is an immortal, so how can they be saved?" Ye Fann comforted her.
Fatty Zhu wiped his tears away and smiled, "I'm just a little uncomfortable with your joke. Besides, I don't have the ability of the old monastery chief. I'll be satisfied if I can see Dou Dou and Miao happily grow up."
Ye Fann shrugged and said, "I won't, I can't give you the sports car I promised you, but I can give you the money to buy it."
"Really?" Fatty Zhu's eyes lit up.
"It can't be fake." Ye Fann smiled faintly, "All these years, I've made quite a lot of businesses outside. Since the money is rusted even if it is put in the bank, I might as well do something meaningful for you."
Fatty Zhu pulled Ye Fann and asked him what he had been doing outside for the past few years. Ye Fann had no choice but to tell him some stories about doing business, but Fatty Zhu, who listened with great interest, would never be able to figure out what kind of business it was.