"No problem."
Father Yan agreed readily. Although the village chief looked very different from the Taoist in his memories, when he thought of his own father, the chief still had considerably more immortal bearing.
"By the way, none of you have seen photos of him from when he was a Taoist, have you?" The village chief did not doubt for a moment that Father Yan would fail to keep his word after saying so. Instead, he brought up another unrelated matter.
Father Yan froze for a moment, then nodded.
He had only learned less than two days ago that his father had been a Taoist.
He put it tactfully. "My father never told me anything about cultivating the Dao."
The village chief nodded without the slightest surprise. "He believed in science."
Father Yan and Mother Yan: "???"
Did he even hear himself?
Was he saying that a feng shui master, a Taoist priest, believed not in the Three Pure Ones, but in science?
The village chief picked up his teacup and drained it in one gulp. "He did not cultivate the Dao willingly."
Father Yan's pupils shook. "Wait, wait a moment..."
He went over everything the village chief had said since they entered, then asked in confusion, "Didn't you say he entered the mountain sect at seventeen? From what I know of my father, if it hadn't been his own choice, he would have smashed even your statues of the Three Pure Ones."
Besides, although the Yan Household back then had not been as prominent as it was now, they were hardly ordinary villagers.
The village chief stroked his beard. "Didn't I mention it?"
"Your father first went to the Taoist temple not to take a master, but to seek answers. He went not only to Taoist temples, but also