Peerless Taoist

The girl seemed to trust the boy very much. She firmly held the boy's hand and followed him, running quickly.    

The sound of rustling could be heard from the bushes. Seeing that the prey in his hand was about to be lost, the tiger couldn't help but let out a low roar.    

It rushed out of the bushes, but suddenly, the tiger felt a cold gaze.    

Halfway up the mountain, Lu Yu was dressed in white clothes, fluttering in the wind.    

"Scram!"    

Lu Yu's lips parted slightly.    

There was not much sound, but when it reached the tiger's ears, it was like a thunderclap, deafening.    

The tiger let out a cry, like a frightened rabbit. It turned around and ran, not daring to stop.    

After scaring the tiger away, Lu Yu was still worried. He silently watched the two children.    

The children were not very strong. After running for a while, they started to pant heavily, but they did not dare to relax. They did not run anymore, but instead, they started to walk. After taking a breather, they continued to run, staggering up the mountain.    

There were many wild beasts hiding in the darkness. However, under Lu Yu's protection, these wild beasts did not dare to approach the two children. Just as they got close, Lu Yu used his pressure to scare them away.    

When he saw the two children running into a broken temple, Lu Yu was slightly stunned.    

Unexpectedly, the two children he had accidentally saved were actually related to his destination.    

The sky gradually darkened.    

As the night shrouded the mountain forest, the sound of thunder could be heard from the sky, and raindrops were falling from the sky.    

Lu Yu did not use his mana to block the raindrops. He took out an umbrella from his storage bag and went to the broken temple.    

The temple was hidden on the mountain peak. There were six or seven rooms in the temple, and the three-walled courtyard was filled with weeds. The corner of the wall had already collapsed, and the entire place was filled with a dilapidated aura.    

He lightly knocked on the door of the broken temple, and a dull sound came from the broken gate. In this lonely valley, it was especially clear.    

Inside the broken temple, the conversation between the two children came to an abrupt end.    

After a moment, a boy with a tiger's head and a tiger's body popped out from the wall. He cautiously sized up Lu Yu, his eyes filled with vigilance.    

"The rain is coming. Can you let me in to avoid the rain?" Lu Yu said with a faint smile.    

The boy looked at him suspiciously and said in a deep voice, "You can go find another place!"    

After saying that, he jumped back into the courtyard and ignored Lu Yu.    

Lu Yu shook his head with a bitter smile. He did not expect that he, the emperor of Great Qin, would actually be rejected by a mortal child.    

He was not angry, because he had found the shadow of his previous life on the boy.    

He was once a homeless child who had no one to rely on. He could only use ruthlessness to disguise himself, making ruthlessness his shield.    

The lives of the vagabonds were the most miserable. No one cared about their lives. Once they showed weakness, they would be bullied to death.    

This was the way of survival.    

The wall became the foundation of the two children to live. They knew very well that they were not a match for an adult like Lu Yu. Thus, they chose to shut their doors and stay behind to protect themselves.    

Lu Yu stood outside the broken temple silently. He did not walk in, but silently observed the scene inside the broken temple with his Spiritual Sense.    

This broken temple had been through the baptism of time and the wind. Many rooms had collapsed and could no longer be used. In the only main hall, the statue of the god was also damaged. Only half of its body could be seen sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower, but the other half was nowhere to be found.    

The boy had a fire in the hall. Under the light of the fire, the girl was skillfully weaving bamboo baskets in her hands.    

Although her eyes could not see, she was very dexterous. Fine and delicate bamboo baskets were born in her hands, and she placed them to the side.    

The boy seemed to have chopped down some bamboo and placed them to the side. He used a round knife to quietly polish the edges of the bamboo basket, making it smooth and round.    

This seemed to be the way the two children lived. They made simple bamboo woven clothes and walked for more than ten miles every day to the town to sell them. They earned money to buy some food.    

The girl was not in high spirits. There were tears at the corner of her eyes, as if she had just cried. Lu Yu knew from her words that the girl had traded the money for some rice, but she was bullied by a group of naughty children at the foot of the mountain. The bag of food in her hand was torn and scattered on the ground, and all of it fell into the mud.    

The girl could not see it, so she could not pick up the food on the ground. In the end, her hands were full of mud, and she returned home sadly.    

"It must be that bastard, Gou Dan! Isn't his father the village chief? Just you wait, I'll go find him tomorrow to settle the score!"    

The boy was the girl's older brother. He was furious, and he wanted to go find that naughty kid and fight him.    

The girl gripped the corner of the boy's clothes tightly and shook her head. The tears in her eyes became even more obvious.    

"This time, he was lucky. If I were here, I would have knocked out all of his teeth." The boy coaxed the girl for a while, and he did not know what joke he said. The girl smiled again, and she giggled.    

Children were like this. They came and went quickly.    

The sky was dark like ink, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.    

Lu Yu silently watched the two children. He did not know why the Ancestor God had not appeared yet, but Lu Yu also understood that this meeting was probably not something he could force. The other party must have a deeper meaning.    

Thinking of this, Lu Yu was not so anxious anymore. He stood in the darkness outside the broken temple, and no one noticed his figure.    

"I used to be like them..." Lu Yu muttered to himself.    

Ever since he rose to power, he had cut through all kinds of obstacles and killed gods and Buddhas. No one could stop him. However, the memories of his childhood seemed to be sealed up, and he could not recall them for a long time.    

Lu Yu was not born in a famous family. He was a vagabond from his previous life, and he gradually became a magnate in the Heaven Realm. He could resonate with the thoughts of mortals.    

In the ancient times, there was a sect that advocated for absolute heartlessness and asked for the Dao. They used the memory of the mortal world to cut off all emotions, reaching the state of absolute apathy. However, in Lu Yu's opinion, the word "immortal" was clearly half human and half mountain. If there was no emotion, then it would not be a human, but a stone statue, a mountain without emotion, and could not be called an immortal.    

The memories of his previous life quietly surfaced. Lu Yu seemed to have fallen into a state of enlightenment as he quietly stood in place and observed the two children.    

In the torrential rain, on the muddy mountain road, there was the sound of hurried footsteps that gradually approached.    

Lu Yu hid in the darkness. His eyes flashed as he looked at the dark mountain road.    

A hunched figure was walking on the muddy ground with great difficulty. It was an old man wearing a bamboo hat. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and he was panting heavily. It was as if an old wind box was struggling to move, and it was extremely difficult.    

After a long time, the old man raised his head slightly and silently looked in Lu Yu's direction. Then, he knocked on the broken temple's door.