Chapter 212 - 154 Half Old Immortal_2
Qian Yixiu was startled, the Old Monk was not just a fortune-telling high monk but also a gluttonous old child. No wonder the Little Monk was fed to be so plump and white.
The image of the high and mighty monk crumbled into that of a mortal in an instant. Though he may have figured out Qian Yixiu’s background and knew about the extraordinary lotus seeds in her possession, the distance between them seemed to narrow suddenly, and Qian Yixiu was no longer so afraid of him. After all, once a person reveals a weakness, they become easy to handle. Just like Ma Mian, with such a stern disposition, wasn’t he cajoled into high spirits by her, Qian Yixiu, and led to spill some secrets.
Qian Yixiu smiled crisply, "Sure, if it grows, I’ll definitely bring it to the master to taste first."
The Old Monk showed his gummy smile and said, "Good, Little Benefactor is truly intelligent. Remember, in the future, if you have any new and interesting lotuses, peaches, or whatever, bring them to me first for tasting."
The Old Monk’s evident gluttony made his two disciples blush a bit.
Since the Old Monk had the audacity to make further demands, Qian Yixiu also boldly made a request, "Master, since you are a high monk and even predicted that my brother and I will have a splendid and soaring future, you must also be able to figure out how exactly my father died. Please trouble yourself to calculate the general direction of his remains, so that our family can hire someone to find the specific location and ’invite’ him back home so that his soul can rest in his homeland. If we really can’t find his remains, once my brother has grown up, he can go there to pay respects himself."
She made such a request for two reasons: one was that she truly wanted to "invite" her little father’s remains back home, and the other was to further test the Old Charlatan, to see if he really was as powerful as he seemed.
The Old Monk cheekily said, "Little girl, didn’t you think, reading faces, reading faces, it requires seeing the person’s face. I haven’t even seen your father’s face, how can I know where he lies?"
"Can’t you just count on your fingers?" Qian Yixiu reminded him.