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"I started learning Taoism from my master in a Taoist temple when I was three years old, and continued until I was eighteen. At that time, my master drove me down the mountain and asked me to set up a stall under the overpass. However, because I looked too young, no one was willing to believe me. Later, the master in the Taoist temple saw my pitiful appearance and threw me directly in front of Teacher Su." Feng Lang recalled with a smile.

"At that time, I said that I wanted to be a very powerful Taoist priest, and I only knew how to draw ghosts and symbols, and I had no interest in landscape paintings or colorful hobby paintings. But the master said, 'I can't even have enough food to eat.' I could only rely on drawing ghosts and symbols to make the teacher accept me reluctantly."

"The teacher didn't force me to study, but let me develop freely. Half a year passed like this. You may not believe it, but I was the one who calculated and told the teacher that you would become his last disciple."

"The teacher and seniors all believed what I said, but I didn't expect it to come true in the end. For this, seven seniors lost more than 70,000 yuan to me in a bet. Unfortunately, all the money passed through my hands and was confiscated by the teacher on the grounds that the gambling amount exceeded 100 yuan." Feng Lang recalled his previous experiences and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"You are the only master who has left the Taoist temple and who believes in me. It is because of you that I will continue to be a Taoist priest instead of developing in the art world like other brothers."

After hearing this, Xiao Miaomiao widened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief. She never thought that it was because of her that Eighth Senior Brother insisted on taking this path.

An inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in Xiao Miaomiao's heart. She lowered her head and said softly, "Well... Eighth Senior Brother, I heard from your master that if you stop being a Taoist priest, your lack of money can still be improved. Have you ever thought about joining the association with Second Senior Brother? After all, I heard from Seventh Senior Brother that your paintings are very valuable. You can definitely become a wealthy artist!"

After saying these words, Xiao Miaomiao raised her head and looked at Feng Lang sincerely.

Feng Lang was silent for a moment, shook his head, and replied firmly: "Impossible, I can only draw ghosts and talismans, and the value of my paintings lies in this. So I can't get rid of all this at all. Do you think that I am a Taoist priest now, exposed to the wind, sun and rain, and make you feel guilty?" His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through Xiao Miaomiao's innermost thoughts.

Xiao Miaomiao was slightly stunned, then nodded slightly to indicate her agreement. She did feel a little guilty and reluctant about Feng Lang's situation.

After all, if Senior Brother Eighth chooses to be a painter, he will definitely make a name for himself with his painting skills and his reputation as the eighth apprentice of his teacher.

"Don't feel guilty. Painting is what I love. Because of your trust and support over the years, I have lived an exceptionally happy and free life. If I hadn't received your encouragement and trust back then, my paintings might have lost their original spirituality." Feng Lang explained with a smile.

"Actually, I'm not short of money, I just can't come up with too much at a time. I paint one or two paintings every year and give them to my second senior brother to sell on my behalf, which is enough to cover my expenses throughout the year. He transfers me 50 yuan every day, which is more than enough to cover daily expenses, unless something major happens." After saying that, Feng Lang gently stroked Xiao Miaomiao's hair.

"I will ask Master about your situation and make sure you are safe."

Feng Lang said solemnly. "Okay, I believe you, Senior Brother." Xiao Miaomiao nodded and smiled.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Eighth Senior Brother, I have accepted a disciple, and now you are the only one who has not accepted a disciple yet." After saying that, Xiao Miaomiao turned her gaze to Leng Yichen and Leng Yixiuan who were playing with Tibetan mastiffs on the lawn.

"That little dwarf..." Feng Lang followed her gaze and murmured softly.

"He is only five years old, this height is normal, okay? You are hurting his self-esteem by calling him a dwarf." Xiao Miaomiao said with a smile. She really didn't expect Feng Lang to call a child like this.

"It would be good if his self-esteem was really hurt." Feng Lang looked at Xiao Miaomiao and said helplessly.

Xiao Miaomiao felt a little distressed when she heard this. Yichen indeed couldn't tell that the dwarf was talking about him now, but this didn't mean that he wouldn't understand in the future!

So, she reminded him, "You can't call him that. He doesn't understand now, but he will understand slowly. Although he is autistic, his IQ is very high, far exceeding that of many normal children."

Then, Xiao Miaomiao pointed to a painting hanging on the wall and said to Feng Lang, "You can take a look at the painting he copied from me. You can tell that he really painted it seriously. Also, because he has autism, he can calm down and devote himself to painting wholeheartedly."

Feng Lang looked in the direction Xiao Miaomiao pointed, and sure enough, he saw a painting in a style similar to Xiao Miaomiao's.

After careful observation, he found that this painting did bear some resemblance to Xiao Miaomiao's paintings.

"It is a blessing for him to meet you. You are his benefactor." Feng Lang glanced at Leng Yichen and said to Xiao Miaomiao.

Xiao Miaomiao just smiled and passed it by.

Xiao Miaomiao looked at the time and thought it was almost time for breakfast, so she called Leng Yixuan and took Leng Yichen home. Ah Huang also followed Zhang Jie home reluctantly.

After returning home, Xiao Miaomiao told Ouyang Xuan about Feng Lang's identity. Ouyang Xuan did not object to her daughter-in-law's request to invite her senior brother to live at home for a while, but asked the housekeeper to arrange someone to clean up the room.

At the same time, on the other side of Qing Temple, Grandpa Leng and Grandma Leng were taking the lots they drew to find the abbot.

After seeing the fortune, the host was also happy for them: "The things you prayed for have begun to develop in a good direction. The person you are worried about has met his own noble person and has been supported by him. The future will be better and better."

Grandpa Leng and Grandma Leng knew that the noble person he was talking about was Xiao Miaomiao, and they couldn't help but feel very relieved. "That's great, old man, our good grandson finally has a chance to improve, this is so exciting!" Grandma Leng was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes and she cried with joy.

"Yes, it will. Things will get better and better." Grandpa Leng was also very happy to hear that.

Grandma Li came here mainly to ask for a peace amulet. The host handed the amulet to them and said, "This amulet is just for your granddaughter-in-law to have peace of mind. She is very lucky now, so just treat her well."

"It's good for you to have peace of mind. We will treat Miaomiao well." Grandma Li looked at the abbot and nodded.

Zhou Yi handed an amulet to Ou Heng and said, "Put it away, or I will stop the car."