The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics-Chapter 2 Little Milk Dumpling

The driver closed the window and said to Yun Qiuce in the back seat, "Young master, Master Xuan Kong from Yuqing Temple is about to go on a journey, and all the bigshots from the Capital City are rushing over to pay their respects..."

"I have ears myself," Yun Qiuce interrupted rudely.

"Oh."

The driver was a chatterbox and couldn't keep his mouth shut. After a while, he continued talking to himself, "The temple master of Yuqing Temple is Taoist Wu You. When I took the young lady up the mountain a few years ago, Taoist Wu You looked to be around fifty. Master Xuan Kong sounds more powerful than Taoist Wu You, so he should be an old man in his seventies or eighties..."

Yun Qiuce had no way to deal with the driver's babbling. He couldn't exactly sew his mouth shut with a needle, so he could only listen with a sullen expression.

In his mind, an image of a seventy or eighty-year-old man with an immortal-like demeanor unconsciously appeared.

Strange, the Yun Family is a bona fide Xuan Sect family. Although most of his generation had changed careers, they still held a position in the Xuan Sect.

If Master Xuan Kong were truly that great, why had the Yun Family never heard of him?

Could he be a fraud?

The courtyard was crowded with people.

The junior disciples of Yuqing Temple were busy handing out large fans and tea to the guests.

The weather was hot, and the guests were too lazy to argue. They sat boldly under the shade, frantically fanning themselves and drinking large bowls of tea. It looked as if villagers from some village had gathered together waiting for a feast.

Taoist Wu You looked at the scene in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and sighed as he stepped forward and clasped his hands, saying, "Everyone, thank you for coming to Yuqing Temple in this scorching heat, but as usual, Master Xuan Kong does not meet guests or show himself. Once you have rested, you may leave at your convenience."

A middle-aged man wearing a brand-name shirt, with a prominent general's belly, stood up fanning himself, "Daoist, please let us meet him. Everyone present has been guided by Master Xuan Kong. Now that he's going down the mountain, we all want to thank him in person."

"Yes," a woman in an elegant silk gown stood up, her face earnest, "Master Xuan Kong saved my son; he is a great benefactor to our entire family. Please let us meet him, just once, and I'll finance the construction of a new hall for the temple."

"I'll fund a complete renovation of the temple's guest rooms."

"I'll install a water pipeline for the temple."

"Then I'll build a few more toilets for the temple."

...

Everyone started clamoring, competing with one another.

Taoist Wu You had mixed feelings, pulling aside the senior disciple and asking, "What do you think my junior disciple would think if I organized a meet-and-greet, VIP-style, swipe card admission?"

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"I don't know what she'd think," the senior disciple, with an honest and simple face, replied, "but I know she'd probably beat you to death first."

Taoist Wu You stroked his beard and pondered; it made sense.

To avoid being beaten to death by his small apprentice, he decided to give up that idea and earnestly began persuading everyone.

In the backyard of Yuqing Temple, the old locust tree cast a large, cool shadow. Yun Qi wore a brightly-colored long dress, which, upon closer inspection, was pieced together from scraps of long fabric. Although it had a bit of a tattered look, it unexpectedly matched the current lazy and casual aesthetic.

At the moment, she was crouched in a small ball on the ground, placing an Eight-legged Spider from her palm onto the ground, and gently patting its back with her fair little hand as if soothing it.

The Eight-legged Spider, fierce in appearance, noticeably trembled when touched by that little hand.

"You have to be good from now on, no more scaring people. If I come back and find you're not well-behaved, I'll punish you by making you eat vegetable leaves every day."

The Eight-legged Spider shuddered and scurried into the grass with its eight legs.