"Take me as his disciple?" Jiang Qiaoqiao pressed herself against the window paper and asked in confusion, "Does that mean you want my brother to become a Daoist?"
Xu Xiaogang glanced at her, unable to stop himself from thinking, What do you mean, 'make him become one'?
He was already a Daoist.
"Are Daoists government officials?" Jiang Qiaoqiao had seized on the key point. "Can they become officials someday?"
The Daoist Sect had been suppressed for many years, and Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't actually know much about Daoists. She had only occasionally heard the word from storytellers.
Xu Xiaogang curled his lip. "Of course not. They're more or less like monks."
"Ah." Jiang Qiaoqiao was so startled that her face went pale. She hurriedly said, "My family only has my brother. Our parents died early, and he hasn't started a family or married and had children."
"Doesn't that mean the Jiang Family will have no descendants?"
"No, we can't let my brother become a Daoist!"
Jiang Qiaoqiao's way of thinking was really that of ordinary people in this era: of the three forms of unfilial behavior, having no descendants was the worst.
Before their parents died, they had constantly hoped Jiang Yun would become an official, so their descendants wouldn't have to suffer and could rise above others.
Jiang Qiaoqiao had worked hard toward that goal.
But if her brother became a Daoist, he'd be like a monk and have no descendants.
With no descendants, what was the point of wealth and glory?
"You silly girl, how many people would beg for the old immortal to take them as his disciple?" Xu Xiaogang curled his lip. "If he took me as his disciple, my father would be so happy he'd buy up every firework and firecracker in the capital and set