Chapter 12

Today, after finally managing to shake off the纠缠 (entanglement), Xiaoming hid in the forest at the back of the mountain, only to find that he was still discovered by these two little rascals.

These two children, known as the "Qingyun Duo Sha," were notorious for their ability to make you wish you were dead. Among the two, Xiaoyunming was slightly better; he would sit quietly after hearing a story. However, Yunxuan was truly a headache. As soon as one story ended, she would immediately demand the next one, and if you didn't tell it, she would tattle. I was truly afraid of the fierce Fourth Senior Sister Qinglan. Fortunately, I had a good stock of stories, and with some improvisation, I could just about get by.

"Yunxuan, don't be naughty. Yunming, don't be angry or cry. Uncle will tell you a story about 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,' okay?"

Oh, what a helpless situation. Qingxuan, forced by the circumstances, had to use storytelling to deal with these two clingy little rascals.

At the back of Baiyun Temple, the distant mountains were layered and overlapping, while the nearby pines and ancient locust trees were lush and green. Accompanied by the spring air of the southern deep mountains, it truly felt like a paradise on earth.

The warm sunlight, filtered through the high branches, created countless spots of light on the grass in the forest, revealing three young children sitting on the lawn.

"From then on, Snow White lived happily ever after with her prince..."

The three sitting there were Qingxuan, Yunming, and Yunxuan.

"The story of 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs' is over."

"Wow, Snow White is so happy." Yunxuan sighed. No matter how mischievous a little girl, she was still a girl, and hearing such a beautiful fairy tale made her eyes sparkle with stars.

"Does little Yunxuan like Snow White?"

"Like, like—" Yunxuan answered happily.

"Then little Yunxuan should be well-behaved and try to be a child as likable as Snow White..."

"Okay!" Yunxuan promised with a look of innocence and admiration.

Ah, what a relief. Turning a monkey into a Snow White was indeed a bit of a challenge.

The story was over, and Yunxuan was lost in the fairy tale with a look of longing, while Yunming, on the side, pouted and looked unhappy.

"Little Senior Uncle, this story isn't interesting..."

"What? You dare say this good story isn't interesting?" Before Qingxuan could say anything, Yunxuan immediately flared up, scaring Yunming into quickly shrinking his neck.

"But I just want Little Senior Uncle to tell another story." Yunming said timidly.

Right, Yunxuan's eyes lit up at the mention of another story, temporarily letting off the brother who dared to challenge her.

"Right, right, Uncle, good Uncle, tell another story."

"Ah? Again?" Qingxuan, already hoarse, felt a headache coming on.

"Little Senior Uncle, Little Senior Uncle..."

A young but somewhat rude and loud voice from outside the forest broke the tranquility.

Great, a lifeline has arrived.

Qingxuan, who was being harassed by the two little devils to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat, moved like a rabbit, standing up with a shout: "Qingxuan is here." His tone was incredibly relaxed, finally able to get rid of these two little devils.

Tsk, Yunxuan, annoyed, stood up, chin tilted, staring fixedly ahead with a look that said, "You're dead." Qingxuan felt a chill, this girl was too much like Fourth Senior Sister.

A moment later, a little Taoist emerged from the bushes, with a messy head of hair, tall and strong, with a round face and a strange beard.

"Oh—, it's Yunyong. What's the matter?"

The newcomer was one of the few disciples at Baiyun Temple with both parents and a decent family background. His secular name was Ma Zhiyong, a name as earthy as could be, but he loved it. He often used his father's words to explain: "A real man must have great aspirations and great courage."

The young Taoist Ma Zhiyong, at just seven years old, was already as tall as a teenager, with a robust build and a full beard, making him a unique figure at Baiyun Temple.

"Oh, Little Senior Uncle, something bad has happened."

Upon meeting, Yunyong shouted with a worried look, his beard trembling.

Every time Qingxuan saw Yunyong's beard, he couldn't help but laugh.

This Yunyong, it seemed his mother had eaten something wrong during pregnancy, resulting in excessive yang energy. He was born with a full beard, and his hair was much more abundant than that of ordinary people. Ma Zhiyong was very troubled by his beard, always shaving it, but it grew back faster, thicker, and harder each time... until one day, when he gave up on shaving, his beard had grown so thick that it almost covered his entire face, each hair shiny and hard like a steel needle.

Moreover, despite his young age, Yunyong was a smart kid. He went against his naturally fierce appearance and was very good at flattering people, especially at reading people's moods and manipulating them, a skill that made him incredibly shameless and hilarious.

"What's the matter? So flustered." A sharp voice cut in, not from anyone else but Yunxuan.

Yunxuan was angry that her story time was ruined by Yunyong, so her tone was naturally not friendly.

Eh? Yunyong, surprised to find that the voice of Little Senior Uncle had suddenly turned female, looked up and was startled to see the little devil Yunxuan.

At that moment, Yunxuan was looking at him with a malicious expression, as if he had done something incredibly stupid, her face full of anger and a look that seemed to want to eat him. Looking around, he realized that there were indeed others present, and where Yunxuan was, Yunming was sure to be there too.

Not daring to provoke the little madam Yunxuan, Yunyong quickly turned to Qingxuan: "Little Senior Uncle, Grandmaster is looking for you. He looks very angry. You—haven't caused trouble again, have you?"

Smack, a nut to the head.

"Nonsense, this Taoist is upright and just, and everything I do is for the sake of righteousness. How could I cause trouble?"

After saying this, he quickly pulled Yunyong aside, deliberately avoiding the nosy Yunxuan. Estimating that the two little devils couldn't hear, he asked in a low voice: "What did Grandmaster say?"

"Grandmaster didn't say what it was about, but his face was so dark, Little Senior Uncle, you're in big trouble. Could it be because of the time we peed in his vase?"

"It shouldn't be. The vase is still outside the door, untouched, and it still smells strong."

"Then could it be because you used mud balls to switch the pills in the medicine gourd?"

"Bullshit, the weight of the gourd hasn't changed, and I've checked."

"Could it be because you broke Grandmaster's precious teapot?"

"What, what?"

Qingxuan turned and grabbed Yunyong by the collar, his head almost touching Yunyong's chin, making the much taller Yunyong tremble.

"Damn it, didn't I say that if Grandmaster asked, we should say it was the cat?"

"But, but... we don't have any cats in the temple?"

"Stray cats!"

"Yes, yes, stray cats, stray cats..." Seeing the furious face in front of his nose, Yunyong was drenched in sweat, not daring to wipe the spittle on his face, just tilting his chin and nodding, hinting for Qingxuan to be careful behind him.

Emotions were running high, emotions were running high.

Letting go of Yunyong's collar, Qingxuan turned and glanced back. Sure enough, the two nosy little rascals were staring curiously, and the little devil Yunxuan was almost right in front of him.

"What are you doing?" A sharp voice startled the little girl.

"Nothing, nothing, I dropped something."

"It's not here, go pick it up farther away."

The intimidated little girl obediently walked back, glaring fiercely at the smirking Yunming.

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