Chapter 554: Grandson of an Old Friend
Wang Lin shook his head. He was not from this town, but he couldn't reveal his identity to Le Zhuang. He and his family came here to seek refuge, and they couldn't let outsiders know. He changed the subject and said,
"Little brother, who are you and why are you here cleaning so early in the morning?"

He knew more or less about Taoist Master Xuanqing's situation, and he had heard a few words about him when he rushed to the Taoist temple yesterday, which made him know clearly that Taoist Master Xuanqing had never been here since he settled in Hutou Mountain, and he had no relatives here.

Taoist Priest Xuanqing was a wandering orphan since childhood. He was met by his master, who saw that he had a talent for cultivation and accepted him as his disciple, keeping him by his side and teaching him hand in hand.

many years ago.

Taoist Priest Xuanqing’s master has passed away!
He was very curious. This young man in front of him should have no relationship with Taoist Master Xuanqing, so why would he run to the Taoist temple to clean so early in the morning?

Could it be someone who had received favors from this Taoist temple before?
"Hello, old man. My name is Le Zhuang, and I am a resident of the Dead Tree Temple..."

Le Zhuang subconsciously explained his identity, but before he could finish his words, he heard a questioning voice. An old Taoist priest came out of the hall and said:
"Little brother, your last name is Le. I wonder who Le Wenmao is to you?"

"Lewymmaw?"

Le Zhuang thought about it, but he didn’t expect that there was someone named Le Wenmao among the people he knew, so he said, “Master, I don’t know the Le Wenmao you are talking about!”

"you do not know?"

Taoist Xuanqing frowned slightly, looking at Le Zhuang, he felt familiar, like an old friend, and said:

"Then do you know an old man named Zuo Wenjun?"

"Zuo Wenjun?"

Before Le Zhuang opened his mouth, Wang Pingan's eyes widened. He noticed that when his master called out this name, there were some complicated emotions on his master's face. Moreover, this name 'Zuo Wenjun' was obviously a female name.

It is very likely that he is another protagonist of the peach tree in the Taoist temple courtyard!

She is the person his master loves but cannot have!
"Zuo Wenjun?"

Le Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and found that this name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, or even seen it before. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he subconsciously answered:

"Master, you are talking about my grandmother. My grandmother's name is 'Zuo Wenjun'. Master, do you know my grandmother?"

"So you are Wenjun's grandson!"

Taoist Xuanqing looked at Le Zhuang with a gentle look, but when he saw that Le Zhuang was obviously lame, he frowned slightly and said:
"What's wrong with your legs?"

Le Zhuang seemed to have thought of something. A flash of resentment flashed across his eyes. He said self-deprecatingly, "Master, my legs are naturally like this!"

"Is it natural?"

Taoist Xuanqing muttered to himself, and used his magic eyes to take a look. An angry expression suddenly appeared on his face. He could tell at a glance that Le Zhuang's lameness was acquired, and it was obvious that he had been bitten by a vicious dog. Due to improper treatment, he became lame. However, since Le Zhuang said so, he did not ask any more questions and changed the topic:
"Are your grandparents at home?"

"Master, my grandma passed away a long time ago, and I haven't seen her. Do you know my grandma? Can you tell me what kind of person my grandma is? Every time I ask my grandpa, he won't tell me. Also, Master, why are your eyes shining just now..." Le Zhuang talked incessantly, as if he had endless things to say, but halfway through his words, he was afraid that his chatterbox would make Taoist Xuanqing have a problem with him, so he refused to tell him about his grandma. He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and changed his words:

"My grandpa is at home!"

When Taoist Xuanqing heard the news of Zuo Wenjun's passing, his face was filled with sadness that he could not conceal. However, when he heard that Le Zhuang's grandfather was at home, the sadness on his face was replaced by anger, and he said:
"Call Le Wenmao over here, your grandpa. I'll tell you about your grandma when he comes!"

Up to this point, he had already confirmed that this bastard Le Wenmao was most likely the grandfather of the young man in front of him.

"Master, my grandfather may not be able to come to see you..."

Before Le Zhuang could finish his words, Taoist Xuan Qing angrily interrupted him and asked, "Why, does he not have the face to see me?"

Le Zhuang looked at Taoist Xuan Qing strangely, not understanding why Taoist Xuan Qing was so angry when he mentioned his grandfather, and why he even said that his grandfather was too ashamed to see him, and replied:
"Master, you don't know that my grandfather has been lying in bed for the past few years and can't get out of bed. Naturally, he can't come to see you!"

"how is this possible?"

Taoist Xuanqing subconsciously retorted: "That old fellow Le Wenmao is in good health. Not to mention he is dozens of years old, even if he is hundreds of years old, he can be as light as a swallow. How could he not be able to get out of bed?"

"Master..."

Le Zhuang's face was filled with anger as he looked at Taoist Xuan Qing angrily. He didn't know how his grandfather had offended this old Taoist priest, but he would not allow his dear and respected grandfather to be insulted like this. Before he could finish his words, Taoist Xuan Qing interrupted him and said:

"But this old guy was fighting with others and got beaten up?"

Le Zhuang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but for some reason, when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.

Taoist Priest Xuanqing looked at Le Zhuang's appearance, and he obviously had something difficult to say, so he stopped asking and said, "Stop sweeping, take me to see your grandfather and see why this old man is collapsed on the bed!"

Le Zhuang really wanted to refuse. After all, Taoist Xuanqing's attitude was very disrespectful to his grandfather. However, as soon as the words of refusal came to his lips, he looked at Taoist Xuanqing's gloomy face, as if he was facing a flood or a beast, and he just couldn't say it out loud. Subconsciously, he obediently put away the broom and prepared to take Taoist Xuanqing to see his grandfather.

Wang Lin shouted, “Little brother, leave the broom behind. You take the Taoist priest to see your grandfather, and we will clean the temple. When the food is ready, you and the Taoist priest should come over to eat together!”

Le Zhuang subconsciously handed the broom in his hand to Wang Lin, and prepared to leave the Taoist temple with Taoist Xuanqing. Before they had taken a few steps, they saw a figure following them. Upon closer inspection, it was the child they had seen for the first time when they entered the Taoist temple just now, who reminded them:

"Old man, you have to keep an eye on your grandson and don't let him run around. There are human traffickers in our town!"

Zhang Guihua was about to pick up Wang Pingan, but before she could take action, she saw Zhang Guilian "agilely" passing by her.

"Ping An, do you want to go outside and take a look?"

Taoist Xuanqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stopped Zhang Guihua and said with a smile: "Sister Zhang, just let Ping'an go out with me. I will take care of him, and he will be fine!"

(End of this chapter)