Chapter 277
Descendants (1)
They fell silent for a while as the three of them struggled to put their thoughts into words. After a while, Mu Mingtang looked at the expressionless Xie Xuanchen, then at the taut-faced little Taoist, and gradually understood the situation: “It turned out that the wandering doctor who developed the Jinger elixir for the Prince An was your master?”
The little Taoist also never expected that the world would be so small and he would meet them by such a coincidence.
The little Taoist panicked, and suddenly began to pack up his things from the small stall and was planning to slip away, “I don’t want to read your fortune anymore. I won’t do this business again. I have something to do at home, so I’m going first.”
“Little Taoist…” Seeing that he was about to flee, Mu Mingtang hurriedly said, “You haven’t taken your money yet.”
“Money doesn’t matter anymore…” He replied with a shaky voice.
“Then change it to gold.” Mu Mingtang said again.
The little Taoist paused for a moment, his back revealing a faint hesitation, but finally he gritted his teeth and said: “This Taoist stays away from worldly affairs and doesn’t like vulgar things.”
“Then what about your life?” Xie Xuanchen added quietly, “Your life, and revenge for your master. Do you still want it?”
The little Taoist felt like he was struck by lightning and turned around slowly. “What did you say?”
“Your master’s death… You must know better than me how your master died. If you plan to spend the rest of your life in such fear, wandering around, living without dignity, and not even avenging your master, then you don’t have to care about what I have just said.” Xie Xuanchen’s words pierced through the little Taoist’s heart like a dagger was twisted into it.
The Taoist’s round face crumpled and turned red from anger: “You…”
His master loved travelling all over the world. Back then, he came to the capital by chance and discovered that the Emperor was looking for a physician with exceptional medical skills to treat a rare sickness.
His master’s medical skills were superb, so he naturally wanted to give it a try. He finally won the chance to show his skills, but unexpectedly, his master’s impulsiveness and high skills cost him his life.
The little Taoist could still remember every minor detail about what happened back then, like if it was just yesterday.
When his master started the treatments for the prince, he stayed in the capital for several months, and at first the little Taoist followed his master, the travelling doctor. But then one day, his master suddenly asked him to deliver medicine to a former patient who was living far away from the capital with a serious expression never to be seen before on his face.
After the little Taoist came back from delivering the medicine, he found out that his master had left the capital right after the little Taoist had left.
The little Taoist was quite shocked because such an incident had never happened before. He then set off to search for his master, only hoping to run into him one more time, but in the end, all he found out was that his master had died after he fell from a cliff while collecting medical plants from a remote mountain.
However, the little Taoist never believed in those words. His teacher had far more nimble legs and feet than a youngster like him, and he had years of experience gathering herbs. What’s more, his master also took good care of his own body and was in very good health. The little Taoist, who held doubts about the unexpected departure of his master, continued to search for the truth secretly. Nevertheless, the more he found, the more terrified he felt.