Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 42 Descendants of Song Mian Pay Homage to the Mountain in Desire to Climb It

Inside the Wang family villa, Wang Ye sat on the sofa and looked at Wang Weiguo seriously, saying, "Dad, I want to become a monk."

At this moment, Wang Weiguo was sitting opposite him, busy with his phone conversation, and didn't hear what Wang Ye said. He just waved his hand dismissively.

"Okay, okay, fine, I think..."

Before he could even exchange a few perfunctory words, Wang Weiguo turned his attention back to the phone.

Watching Wang Weiguo bustling about in the business world, Wang sighed, slumped back on the sofa, and stared silently at the ceiling. He felt that this chaotic world was utterly trivial and disgusting.

Wang Weiguo quickly put down his phone. He had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip when he looked at Wang Ye, who was slumped on the sofa opposite him. Remembering what he hadn't heard clearly, he asked, "What did you just say?"

Wang Ye straightened up from the sofa, watched as Wang Weiguo put down his teacup and moved away from any possible weapons, and then carefully repeated the story.

"I want to become a monk!"

"call out--"

A sharp gust of wind rang out just as the words were spoken. Wang Ye instinctively ducked to avoid the teacup that Wang Weiguo had thrown.

"Snapped!"

The porcelain teacup was slammed against the wall, shattering into pieces as expected. The tea inside left pale yellow stains on the wall.

Wang Weiguo looked at Wang Ye with a somber face. His youngest son was intelligent from a young age and had his own ideas from childhood, so he didn't need to care for him as much as his other two sons.

The fact that he's speaking to himself so earnestly now shows that he's made up his mind.

We can't rely on brute force; we have to outsmart them.

Wang Weiguo took two deep breaths to calm his anger. He smiled and said, "You want to become a monk? Fine, I don't care which one it is, as long as you can get into one of the two top universities in Beijing, I'll let you become a monk."

Wang Weiguo's amiable and straightforward demeanor was unexpected. He looked at Wang Weiguo in surprise, "Dad, are you serious?"

"It couldn't be more real, humph!"

Upon receiving affirmation, Wang Ye immediately jumped up from the sofa, "Okay, then I'm going to study!"

With that, he excitedly went up the stairs back to his room.

"Hmph! That brat."

Wang Weiguo watched Wang Ye's figure disappear cleanly and decisively, and snorted with a smirk.

Hopefully, the heavy workload before the college entrance exam will distract Wang Ye from his desire to become a monk.

Thinking this, Wang Weiguo reached for the teacup on the table, but after feeling nothing, he remembered that he had just dropped the teacup.

It was a pity to waste such good medicinal herbs. Helpless, Wang Weiguo had no choice but to stand up and brew another cup of tea.

At this time, Wang Weiguo was unaware that his youngest son was someone who could give up everything and seek only peace and quiet.

The request he made to Wang Ye turned into an opportunity for Wang Ye to become a monk.

A few months later, Wang Ye came to Wang Weiguo with the admission notice, but poured cold water on Wang Weiguo's ecstatic joy.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Wang Weiguo held Wang Ye's admission notice tightly in both hands, looking at the printed text, his heart filled with pride and excitement.

Without even glancing at Wang Ye, he casually uttered the same words of praise he used to give.

"Dad, anything is fine?"

"Anything is fine!"

"I want to become a monk!"

Wang Weiguo, who was engrossed in receiving the acceptance letter, was shocked by this sentence. He put down the letter and glared angrily at Wang Ye.

"No way, I won't allow it!"

"But you also said before..."

"Can't I take it back?"

Wang Weiguo waved his hand to interrupt Wang Ye, and earnestly advised, "Xiao Ye, your father only has three sons. Your eldest brother ran away to a foreign country for so many years because of so-called love and has not come back many times. Your second brother has even forgotten about home after he started his own family."

"Now you're my only decent heir. You want to become a monk? Absolutely not!"

"Dad, but I really have no interest in any of this. I've always found everything around me too boring and too complicated."

Wang Ye shrugged helplessly, "I've been to Wudang Mountain many times over the years. Life there may be simple, but I just like that kind of life."

"Besides, I only became a monk, I didn't say I was severing ties with you. I am still your son."

"Screw you!"

Wang Ye was met with a fist the size of a sandbag from Wang Weiguo: "Pah! Since you're my son, you'll listen to your father. If I don't let you go, you can forget about going."

"Dad, at least try to be reasonable."

"Do I need to reason with my son? Take this!"

"Hey, I fought back, ouch!"

"Damn it, you little brat, you actually dared to hit me."

……

Inside Wang Weiguo's office, the father and son were locked in a fierce fight, exchanging punches.

In the end, the father-son duel was stopped by Wang Ye's mother, but she still tried to persuade Wang Ye along with Wang Weiguo.

"Xiao Ye, your dad is right. Mom can't bear to see you suffer in the mountains. And you just got into university, are you really going to give it up?"

"How is that possible? These days, you need a bachelor's degree to become a Taoist priest. I would at least have to finish university before I go up the mountain."

Wang Ye covered the bruises on his face, grimacing as he explained to his parents.

Upon hearing this, Wang's parents exchanged a glance, and Wang's mother said, "Alright, you go back first, let's discuss it."

"Dele!"

Wang Ye left the office, leaving his parents alone.

Wang's parents looked at each other silently, as if a thousand words were contained in their eyes.

After a long silence, Wang Weiguo spoke up, "Fine, consider it a debt owed to this kid. I'm still strong enough to hold out for a few more years. I don't believe he can endure the hardships of life on the mountain."

"I'll call Master Zhou Meng first to ask about the situation."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed the number of Zhou Meng, the leader of Wudang Sect. "Hello! Master Zhou Meng? This is Wang Weiguo. I'd like to ask about..."

Parents who love their children plan far ahead for them.

Wang Ye's mother covered her mouth and smiled silently at Wang Weiguo's stubborn but soft-hearted appearance.

"Ugh!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Weiguo's worried expression returned. He sat down next to his wife and said, "Honey, what do you think about us having another one?"

"Having too many sons is just a burden; let's have a daughter this time."

He reached out and put his arm around the shoulder of the person next to him, looking at his wife expectantly.

"Get lost! You Wang Weiguo, if you want to have a child, go find someone else. You're not destined for it!"

Madam Wang slapped his hand away and cursed angrily.

"Hey, don't be angry, don't be angry. How could I have a child with someone else? Let's not have it, let's not have it."

……

The turmoil in Wang Ye's family has come to an end, and the issue of Wang Ye becoming a monk has been successfully resolved.

At this moment, on Mount Wudang, Zhou Meng's expression was somewhat solemn.

He put down his phone and turned to look at Lü Qian, who had come to report the news. "Qian, what did you say the new boss said?"

Lu Qian vaguely guessed the reason for Zhou Meng's unusual behavior. He stood by the bed and looked at Zhou Meng, who was sitting cross-legged above him, and repeated softly.

"The new female patron said that her surname was Song, her father's name was Song Zhen, and her grandfather's name was Song Mian."

After speaking, Lü Qian asked, "Grand Tutor, are you a descendant of the Thirty-Six Bandits?"

"Why don't we let Master Yunlong handle it?"

"No need!"

Zhou Meng waved his hand, "There's no way to hide. Wudang Mountain is right here; there's no escaping it."

"Come with me first, let's sound him out and see if he knows anything about his background."

"I remember when Song Zhen came down the mountain, he said he wanted to stay away from the world of supernatural beings. His descendants may not know about what happened back then."

Zhou Meng recalled that night decades ago when he watched Song Zhen carry his bundle down Wudang Mountain, but he did not stop her.

First, Song Zhen was determined to leave. Second, the Jia Shen Incident had already subsided. As a descendant of the Thirty-Six Bandits, Song Zhen's presence on the mountain would only become a new source of trouble, and his own safety would be threatened.

Although the area below the mountain is chaotic, it is also vast. As long as Song Zhen hides well, after more than ten years, no one will remember his identity as a descendant of the Thirty-Six Thieves.

In this way, one can live a safe and stable life.