Chapter 441 Asking for an Explanation

"Boss, do you still have rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice?" Yuan Ming looked at the cloth-clothed woman and asked.

"Yes, yes, please sit down for a moment. Dazhu, a bowl of rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice!" The woman nodded, turned around, lifted the curtain, and shouted to the kitchen.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in his thirties came out with a bowl of steaming glutinous rice dumplings.

When he put down the bowl and wanted to turn around and leave, Yuan Ming stopped him.

"Li Dazhu, where is your father?"

"Do you know my father?" Li Dazhu turned around and saw that Yuan Ming looked young, and was immediately a little confused.

"When I was young, I often ate his rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice. I didn't expect that the small stall at that time has now opened a store. How is his health now?" Yuan Ming smiled.

"Thank you for your concern. My father passed away two years ago." Li Dazhu's face dimmed.

Yuan Ming was stunned: "Gone? Two years ago, was he over seventy?"

"Yes, seventy-eight. As the saying goes, it's rare for a person to live to seventy. My father died peacefully." Li Dazhu sighed, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic any more. He said, "Enjoy your meal," and went back to the kitchen.

Inside the store, the abacus was clacking. Yuan Ming sat at the table in a daze, looking at the bowl of glutinous rice balls in front of him. He felt depressed and had an indescribable feeling.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked out of the store quickly.

"Hey, customer, you haven't paid yet!" The woman shouted hurriedly when she heard the noise.

Yuan Ming threw his hand without looking back, and a silver ingot fell steadily on the counter.

At the same time, hearing his wife's shout, Li Dazhu also ran out of the kitchen. He was about to chase Yuan Ming, but was stopped by his wife.

He was shocked when he learned that Yuan Ming had given him a silver ingot casually, and he was even more confused when he saw the untouched glutinous rice balls with fermented rice wine.

"What a weirdo." He looked at Yuan Ming's departing figure and couldn't help muttering.

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Half an incense stick later, Yuan Mansion.

Yuan Ming, who was concerned about his parents, was about to enter through the gate, but suddenly frowned and stopped.

He felt like he was being spied on. He released his consciousness without hesitation to search around, and soon found a cultivator in a green shirt in an alley not far away.

He was wearing a breath-retaining talisman, and thought he was well hidden, but he couldn't hide it from Yuan Ming's consciousness.

Yuan Ming felt a familiar breath of magic power from him, and immediately realized that he was a disciple of Changchun Temple. He was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't get angry and take action. He just used illusion to deceive him, and then flew into Yuan Mansion.

Then, without alarming anyone, he touched the door of the study all the way. Before he got close, he saw Fu Qing guarding the door meticulously.

"Commander Fu, is my father in the room?" Seeing this, Yuan Ming took off his disguise and went straight forward.

Fu Qing was subconsciously annoyed when he saw someone coming, but he felt something was wrong when he heard the voice. When he looked up, he found that the person coming was Yuan Ming. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Young... Young Master? Is it really you?" He couldn't help but shout.

Yuan Ming smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sound coming from the study behind Fu Qing.

With a creak, the study door was opened. Yuan Zuochong walked out quickly. Seeing Yuan Ming outside, he looked up and down several times. He was happy at first, but then sad.

"Ming'er, you shouldn't have come back!" He sighed deeply.

Yuan Ming frowned, thinking of the monks from Changchun Temple guarding the door, and immediately asked: "Father, I was away from home for these years. Has anything happened at home? Why are there monks from Changchun Temple guarding outside the house? Are they here for the matter of the national teacher?"

"Alas, now is not the time to talk about this. Ming'er, you should quickly leave the mansion through the secret passage before other people from Changchun Temple come. Don't let them catch you. Fu Qing, you will lead the way for him now. I will go to the front hall. If people from Changchun Temple come, I will try my best to delay them." Yuan Zuochong said hurriedly.

Fu Qing nodded to accept the order, but Yuan Ming flashed in front of Yuan Zuochong like a ghost and said calmly:

"Father, don't worry. When I entered the mansion, I found someone watching me, but I didn't let him find my trace. Now Changchun Temple doesn't know that I have returned to the mansion."

"Ming'er must not be careless. There is a Jindan-stage elder from Changchun Temple in the capital now. He has great means and you can't hide it." Yuan Zuochong said hurriedly.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ming suddenly smiled, showing a hint of momentum towards his father, and then opened his mouth and summoned the Soul-Destroying Sword.

"Father, you are overthinking. It's just the Jindan stage. If I want to hide it, he will never notice it." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"Ming'er, you have also entered the Jindan stage?" Yuan Zuochong stared at the Soul-Destroying Sword, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

"It has been a while, but I was entangled in trivial matters and failed to return home in time. Please forgive me, father." Yuan Ming said.

Yuan Zuochong's expression changed, with excitement, relief, and even a hint of envy.

In the study, Yuan Ming sat opposite his father and simply recounted his experiences over the years.

Yuan Zuochong listened silently, with a constant look of surprise in his eyes. When he heard that Zuo Qinghui came to the door to threaten him and Yuan Ming had to kill him, a strange look flashed in his eyes and his mood changed.

"Did you really kill the Jindan elder of Changchun Temple named Zuo Qinghui?" Yuan Zuochong suddenly asked.

"Yes, father asked this question because he knew about it in advance? Could it be that Changchun Temple also found out about it?" Yuan Ming was not a stupid person. When he heard his father's question, he immediately realized something.

"Since you left, Changchun Temple has sent another foundation-building monk to serve as the national advisor. My father has relieved his burden and is no longer responsible for government affairs. He has no intention of enmity with our Yuan family and has always kept his peace. ." Yuan Zuochong said.

Yuan Ming just listened silently, without interrupting or speaking. Yuan Zuochong paused and then continued:

"But six years ago, he suddenly visited my father. He repeatedly mentioned that he wanted to see you, but he was blocked by my father. He didn't say much on the surface, but since then, outside the house, There were more monks watching, and they thought they were well hidden, but my father had also experienced in the military, so he still had some observation skills. However, at that time, my father was still confused. I don’t know why they suddenly started looking for you again. idea.”

When Yuan Ming heard this, he still looked at Yuan Zuochong with no emotion on his face.

"My father wanted to use his connections to inquire, but they also controlled all the correspondence. He could not get any useful information at all. Until one day, a jade slip suddenly appeared in my father's study. It said, Changchun Temple An elder disappeared inexplicably. They suspected that it was you, Ming'er, so they sent an elder at the Dan Jie stage to investigate the matter. The elder at the Dan Jie stage was currently in the capital, and it was his idea to monitor the Yuan Mansion. It’s just a matter of waiting.”

When Yuan Zuochong said this, Yuan Ming's eyes finally moved slightly.

"At first, I thought there was a hidden agenda in this matter. Changchun Guan just found an excuse to attack you Ming'er. Who would have thought, but you really killed Ming'er." Yuan Zuochong smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming sighed helplessly. He had no choice but to kill Zuo Qinghui back then. Although he guessed that Changchun Temple would find out sooner or later, he never expected that if they couldn't find him, they would actually do something to his parents. Take action.

Not to mention that parents living in the capital for a long time are the iron rule that immortals and mortals are different, Changchun Temple can completely ignore it, it is really arrogant.

"In addition to surveillance, what other measures does Changchun Temple take?" Yuan Ming asked worriedly.

"They sneaked into the house several times in the dead of night, but they always retreated after searching. They were discovered by me and your Uncle Fu a few times, but they didn't care at all." Yuan Zuochong recalled what happened at that time. Scene, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"What about the royal family in Changchun Temple? Didn't they respond?" Yuan Ming asked expressionlessly.

"The matter involves Elder Jiedan, and it may not be easy for them to show up to object. However, I suspect that the jade slip in the study at that time should have been left by someone from the royal family." Yuan Zuochong said.

After a pause, he persuaded with some worry: "Ming'er, although you have formed a pill now, you are still weak and weak. Facing a behemoth like Changchun Temple, it is better not to have a head-on conflict. In my opinion, You'd better leave quickly, your mother and I can understand."

"Father, after so many years outside, the child has understood a lot of truths. You can't buy peace by escaping and hiding. The more a sect like Changchun Temple tolerates and gives in, the more they will push forward. Only by showing their They are all afraid of his strength, so they are willing to sit down and have a good talk." Yuan Ming glanced at the extra white hair on Yuan Zuochong's temples and said calmly.

Yuan Zuochong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, Yuan Ming's tone became a little more serious:

"Besides, they have humiliated you and mother so much that they no longer take us seriously. If I leave today, what if they run out of patience and do something even more despicable?"

Hearing this, Yuan Zuochong looked a little ugly and said nothing.

"Aren't they looking for me? Okay, then I won't hide anymore and just return home openly. They want an explanation for Zuo Qinghui's death, and I also want to explain Zuo Qinghui's bullying of the young. , he wants an explanation for forcing me to be his slave!" Yuan Ming's eyes flashed coldly.

Seeing Yuan Ming like this, Yuan Zuochong was half relieved and half worried, and still advised: "Changchun has a strong sense of the situation, Ming'er must not act impulsively."

"Father, don't worry, I won't act blindly." Yuan Ming nodded.

Seeing that Yuan Ming looked calm and did not seem to be carried away by anger, Yuan Zuochong felt relieved and talked to Yuan Ming about some trivial matters at home in the past twenty years.

Older people always become a bit chatty, but Yuan Ming did not feel bored at all. Not only did he listen carefully, he would also add a few words and make a few witticisms from time to time, making Yuan Zuochong laugh.

The father and son were chatting happily, forgetting the time for a moment, until a "squeak" sound from the door interrupted their communication.