PCJ – Chapter 50 Eating chopsticks

Guo Daogui dared not take the bowl from Zhang Jiaohua’s hand; how could he dare to eat? If he could eat it, he would have already officially become a master.

“Why aren’t you eating it yourself?” Guo Daogui took a step back, unexpectedly frightened by a kid who only reached his chest.

“I eat? Sure, then I’ll eat first. It’ll be your turn later.” Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

A chopstick was about twenty centimeters long, with an average of six to seven centimeters on each end. Moreover, the chopsticks were sharpened at both ends like a knife. If swallowed directly, it would definitely injure the digestive tract. However, this was a threshold for Meishan dao masters to graduate. The world of dao masters was difficult for ordinary people to understand. So, whether it was Zhang Youping and Liu Qiaoye or other Liu family members, they were all stunned.

“Kid, what are you doing? You’re not allowed to eat!” Liu Qiaoye was the first to speak loudly.

“What’s wrong with you? If something happens to my son, I won’t let you off!” Zhang Youping suddenly stood up from the stool. There was no excess fat on his body, but from the way his tendons tightened like a bowstring when he stood up, it was evident that his body was full of strength.

Seeing the situation wasn’t good, Guo Daogui immediately retreated to the courtyard gate, ready to run away at any moment. Dealing with Liu Biao was already difficult enough, and now there was someone who was obviously tougher than Liu Biao; how could he be a match?

“Can you blame me for this? Didn’t you see this kid force me to eat chopsticks? Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Now that your son is about to eat, you have something to say. Senior brother, someone here wants to attack me!” Guo Daogui shouted loudly outside the courtyard.

It turned out that Guo Daogui’s senior brother, Song Dachao, also came over, waiting outside and not entering. Because they weren’t sure if the dao master who stole incense was here. So they let Guo Daogui come in first to check. Just as they heard Zhang Jiaohua was going to make Guo Daogui eat chopsticks, Song Dachao wanted to rush in. But he felt something was wrong; the one making Guo Daogui eat chopsticks wasn’t an adult but a child.

Now Guo Daogui was calling for help, and Song Dachao, who originally wanted to observe further, had no choice but to rush in.

Seeing his senior brother enter, Guo Daogui immediately hid behind him. “Senior brother, this person wants to attack me! You arrived just in time.”

Song Dachao had a sturdy physique, full of muscles, indicating he was very strong. But Zhang Youping wasn’t afraid; before getting married, he had been in many fights. Even against someone bigger than him, he wasn’t afraid.

But Zhang Jiaohua could tell that the newcomer wasn’t simple; he wasn’t just strong. In his dream, the old Daoist had a group of capable fighters under him. The Meishan sect wasn’t only powerful in spells but also martial arts. Although not every Meishan dao master was proficient in both, every dao master had to learn some martial arts; otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to deal with tough situations.

Zhang Jiaohua knew this person was formidable and was afraid his father would be at a disadvantage, so he quickly put down his bowl and ran over, blocking Zhang Youping.

“In the name of the ancestral ancestor Zhang Wulang, disciple Zhang Wulang descends from the altar. To ask where Wulang came from, born in the ninth month of the jiazi year, went to worship at the age of twelve, returned to the village at the age of thirty-six…” Zhang Jiaohua loudly recited this passage to indicate his identity. If the other party was a dao master, they couldn’t act recklessly. It was necessary to negotiate first.

“Senior brother, why bother arguing with him? This kid just tried to choke me earlier; he nearly made me choke to death.” Guo Daogui, now with his senior brother backing him, felt very smug.

“Don’t make trouble!” Song Dachao bowed to Zhang Jiaohua and also felt extremely shocked. He hadn’t expected this child to be a dao master. As soon as he announced the ancestral ancestor, Song Dachao had to respond, “In the name of the ancestral ancestor Zhang Wulang, disciple Zhang Wulang descends from the altar. Born in the ninth month of the bingxu year, Zhang Wulang was born at the hour of the pig. Passing by Longhu Mountain, he saw the Heavenly Master’s seat; passing by Emei Mountain, he saw the great light of Emei. On Emei Mountain, there is a yellow camphor tree…”

Different dao masters had different stories about their ancestral ancestors. With this chant, one could determine the other party’s sect. Although both sides’ ancestors were Zhang Wulang, in fact, many sects used the name of Zhang Wulang. Because Zhang Wulang held a very high position among the Meishan dao masters.

Zhang Jiaohua’s ancestral chant was much older than Song Dachao’s. Once Zhang Jiaohua recited it, Song Dachao couldn’t quite figure out Zhang Jiaohua’s background. Zhang Jiaohua didn’t know much about other sects either. After hearing the other party recite the “Ancestral Chant,” he was still confused. Both sides dared not act rashly.

“Since we are fellow disciples, why resort to bullying and snatch other people’s incense?” Song Dachao felt he was on the right side.

Zhang Jiaohua snorted coldly, “When did I snatch someone else’s incense? Snatched from whom?”

“My junior brother Guo Daogui is from Lanshexi; Lanshexi naturally belongs to him. Now that you’ve come in without greeting, isn’t it unreasonable?” Song Dachao asked.

“Is that so? You guys can go on a pilgrimage before becoming masters? Come on, tell me, if you’re not even considered a dao master, where did the incense come from? Going on a pilgrimage before becoming a master, isn’t that cheating?” Zhang Jiaohua questioned. Although Zhang Jiaohua was young, he had seen a lot in his dreams before becoming a master.

This question stumped Song Dachao. Normally, everyone turned a blind eye to this matter, and many times, they forgot about it.

Guo Daogui immediately tried to justify himself, “Why do you say you’ve already become a master?”

Seeing that Zhang Jiaohua was so young, he couldn’t possibly have become a master.

“Then I’ll prove it to you.” Zhang Jiaohua ran back, picked up the bowl, and drank the water with the three pieces of chopsticks. (Do not imitate!)

“Don’t!” Zhang Youping, Liu Qiaoye, Liu Tongmao, Luo Dongzhen, Liu Biao, Zhao Lanying, and even Song Dachao all shouted loudly, trying to stop Zhang Jiaohua. But Zhang Jiaohua was faster, drawing a few circles with his fingers on the bowl. Then he tilted his head back and drank the chopsticks along with the water.

Although Zhang Jiaohua had passed the master’s assessment in his dreams and had eaten chopsticks, it was still just a dream. In reality, he had never eaten chopsticks before. After transforming into water, when the three chopsticks entered Zhang Jiaohua’s mouth, they felt exactly the same as in his dream. After being softened by the water, the two extremely sharp and hard bamboo chopsticks felt as soft as vermicelli in his mouth. With a slight suction, the three chopsticks went down very smoothly, just like vermicelli. After swallowing them, there was no discomfort at all.

Liu Qiaoye rushed over and tried to pry Zhang Jiaohua’s mouth open with her hands, wanting to remove the three chopsticks, but Zhang Jiaohua’s mouth was already empty; the three chopsticks had indeed been swallowed by Zhang Jiaohua.

“What do we do, what do we do? Youping! Quickly, take him to the hospital!” Liu Qiaoye panicked, tears streaming like spring water.