The group hurried over and, sure enough, found an infant lying amid the wild grass. They carried him over and presented him to Ji Chang. Ji Chang lowered his head for a look: his face was like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom, and his eyes resembled Cold Moon stars holding light.
His heart leaped with joy. I calculated long ago that I would have a hundred sons in this life. I already have ninety-nine, and now I have gained this child at this very moment. He fulfills the number of "a full hundred." Heaven's will is truly clear!
But on this trip to Chaoge, fortune and disaster were impossible to predict. How could he bring a child along? Just as he was about to order someone to send the infant back to Xiqi, a Daoist suddenly appeared out of thin air.
He was handsome and imposing, with extraordinary bone structure and a rich aura of the Dao rushing toward them. His broad robes and wide sleeves fluttered gently in the wind, his straw sandals left no dust upon them, and a horsetail whisk was tucked diagonally over his left arm. His smile was warm as spring sunlight.
Yun Zhongzi bowed with clasped hands. "My lord, this poor Daoist pays his respects."
Ji Chang came from a distinguished aristocratic family and was well versed in the arcane arts, Grand Unity Deduction, and Purple Tenuity astrology. He knew that cultivators could not be treated lightly, so he hurriedly dismounted and returned the greeting respectfully. "This unworthy Ji Chang has been discourteous! May I ask the Immortal Master's title? What brings you here?"
The Daoist spoke in a resonant voice. "This poor Daoist is Yun Zhongzi of Yuzhu Cave on Zhongnan Mountain. Just now, thunder shook the Nine Heavens and the