Chosen Man
Lao Ping and Lao An
The figure was wearing a graceful jade green dress like a Goddess, her white skin seemed to be covered in a layer of divine gold under the illumination of a wisp of golden light.
It was Yin Ying.
On the other hand, in the eyes of the young man and the youngster who had just escaped death, seeing the current Yin Ying was no different from the goddess god in legends.
Swoshis!
Yin Ying stretched out her hand with a grabbing motion. A wisp of golden light seemed to be centered onto his palm, and when one looked carefully, it formed a golden short sword.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the short sword, which turned into a beam of golden light and entered his body.
At this moment, Feng Zun was seen walking from the darkness in the distance, he seemed to be playing with a badly damaged grayish-white bead in his hand.
It was a Ghost Spiritual Pearl of the lowest grade.
Previously, when Feng Zun saw an evil spirit writhing like a vines, he had killed it by waving his hand, and there was a Ghost Spiritual Pearl that fell from that evil spirit.
Such a thing is not uncommon, but also not common.
Normally, only Ghosts who knew a little about cultivation could refine such a spiritual object.
In this wilderness, there was actually a ghost that could touch the path of cultivation. This is very unusual.
"Young Master."
Yin Ying came forward when welcoming Feng Zun.
Young Master?
The young man and the little girl were dumbfounded. This goddess-like existence had actually called him Young Master?
Feng Zun nodded at Yin Ying and looked at the young man and the little girl, saying, "It's okay now. Don't be afraid."
"Thank you, God, for saving me and my brother!"
The little girl was excited and said in a crisp voice. His dusty little face was filled with gratitude.
A deity?
Yin Ying smiled and said, "Little girl, my Young Master and I are not immortal beings or Gods. We are merely cultivators passing through this place."
"Cultivator?"
The little girl was more confused.
The young man rushed forward and bowed. "Thank you for saving my life."
"No need for formalities."
The little girl said shyly, "Sister gave it to me."
Feng Zun was stunned and looked at the young man. "Where did you find this little thing?"
The young man hurriedly said, "Master, this peace talisman I obtained from Grandpa Zhu of the Mountain God Temple on the Jade Hill some time ago. Grandfather Zhu said that if I put it on a little child, it can keep evil away and protect it. She asked me to put it on my sister when I got home."
Zhu is the name for a Helper or Guard who is in the temple, they are the ones who keep offerings and incense in the temple.
Feng Zun pondered.
Yin Ying also saw that something was wrong and frowned slightly.
The young man said, "Master, could there be a problem with this Protective Talisman?"
"It's not a big deal."
Feng Zun said casually, "It's late. Do you mind if we rest at your place?"
The young man quickly replied, "Of course. Please follow me."
As he spoke, he grabbed the little girl's hand and led the way.
…
The village where the young man and little girl lived was on the river bank, and was at the foot of a mountain called Sibao Village.
On the way, Feng Zun also learned that the young man's name was Lao Ping, and his younger sister was Lao An.
The two brothers had lost both their parents when they were children. In their early years, they were supported and raised by the residents of Sibao Village. It can be said that they grew up eating the food of a hundred families.
It was also in recent years that Lao Ping gained the ability to work and rely on himself and began taking care of his younger sister Lao An independently.
The village of Sibao was not large, and the siblings' residence was abandoned by their parents. It was at the western end of the village, and it was a very simple courtyard. There were three thatched huts, a cow pen, and a stretch of vegetable crops in the courtyard.
That's kind of neat.
It was late at night, and since it was the Ghost Festival, the villagers returned home after lighting the lanterns. The village was so quiet that not even the sound of chickens or dogs could be heard.
After entering the straw cottage, Lao Ping turned on the oil lamp and boiled water to brew tea.
The little girl, Lao An, was sitting timidly on a small stool. He focused his eyes and assessed Feng Zun and Yin Ying with great curiosity.
The cottage was very simple, and filled with an aura of poverty. It was clear that the lives of these pair of siblings simply could not be considered good.
Feng Zun was casually sitting on the only recliner in the room.
Suddenly Yin Ying said to Feng Zun, "Young Master, if I'm not mistaken, tonight won't be too quiet, I'll keep watch outside."