Chapter 42: Did I Accept a Genius?
Quinn Ye met Finn Guo halfway up the mountain, who had come down to look for him.
Seeing Quinn return safely, Finn's suspended heart finally relaxed.
The Master and disciple, along with Big Fuzz, returned to the mountain together.
"Master, two people came to visit you earlier."
Finn hadn't forgotten the Master and disciple pair, Gary Gongsun and Bella Bai.
"Oh? Who were they?"
Quinn's heart tightened.
Could it be those Buddhist monks again?
"An old man and a young, pretty sister."
"That old man said he was the Sect Master of something called the Nine Soul Sect, named Gongsun something; I didn't remember."
"That pretty sister is called Bella Bai. She said she is your friend, Master."
Speaking of this, Finn winked at Quinn and grinned.
"Master, you actually know such a pretty sister?"
Quinn felt a wave of awkwardness.
"Just friends. You are so young; don't think about nonsense."
"Oh."
"Did they say anything?"
"They just said they came to visit you and gave me a bottle of pills. I poured tea for them, and they sat until the afternoon. Seeing you hadn't returned, they went back first, saying they would visit again next time."
Quinn nodded and didn't take it to heart.
"Master, these pills are quite tasty. Do you want to eat some?"
Finn held the Essence Pill given by Gary Gongsun, chewing it in his mouth—crunch, crunch—just like eating broad beans.
"Let me taste one."
Quinn also took one and put it in his mouth.
A bit sweet, and the texture was crispy.
"Not bad. If you like them, just eat them all."
Quinn said.
"Mm-hmm."
Finn immediately poured the whole bottle of Essence Pills into his mouth, crunching and chewing them. It was truly satisfying.
A moment later.
A whole bottle of eight Essence Pills was eaten by Finn just like that.
If other martial artists saw this, they would definitely be dumbfounded by this scene.
Although this Essence Pill wasn't some overly supreme pill.
But a mortal who had never cultivated ate a whole bottle of Essence Pills just like that?
This was simply courting death.
An ordinary person would definitely explode and die.
But Finn was perfectly fine.
Acting as if nothing had happened, he even let out a burp.
After returning to the mountain, Quinn's life seemed to return to calm.
With Finn sharing some of the farm work he used to do, Quinn could relax a lot.
Of course, Quinn didn't forget to teach Finn.
After all, the boy acknowledged him as Master, not as a nanny.
Quinn couldn't cultivate, so he could only teach something else.
"Finn, I'll teach you how to write today."
"I know how to write."
"What?"
"I really know how."
Seeing Quinn didn't believe him, Finn brought paper and brush and wrote a few characters in front of Quinn.
Although the writing was crooked, it was readable.
Quinn was a bit surprised.
"Who did you learn this from?"
Finn smiled: "Old Man Huang the Storyteller at the teahouse."
Old Man Huang?
Quinn remembered this person.
Not long ago, when he went to the teahouse to sit idly, he had contact with this Old Man Huang.
"How many characters do you know?"
Quinn asked again.
"I basically know them all."
Finn continued to write.
Quinn was speechless.
It seems I don't need to teach writing.
"Then I'll teach you how to paint."
Quinn said.
"Okay!"
Finn was quite interested.
Quinn taught him to start drawing from simple objects first.
He brought an egg.
And placed it in front of Finn.
"Draw according to this egg. Draw ten sheets first and see if there is any difference."
"Okay."
Finn was very obedient and started drawing according to the egg.
Quinn smiled slightly.
He didn't know if his teaching method was correct.
But he remembered that in his original world, a master painter was trained like this.
"Done."
Not long after.
Ten sheets of eggs were drawn.
Quinn took them and looked.
The ten eggs were all different.
But there was one similarity: they were all perfect.
They were drawn completely from various angles of the egg.
Quinn was dumbfounded.
Holy crap?
Did I accept a genius disciple?
He brought a pear.
"Draw this."
"Okay!"
A moment later.
Finn finished drawing.
Upon looking, Quinn further verified his guess.
This Finn Guo is really a genius.
"Draw this."
"Okay!"
"Draw that."
"Okay!"
...
For the whole day, Quinn didn't let Finn do anything else but paint.
From the initial egg, to finally drawing landscapes.
And Finn seemed to be born knowing these things. He could do it as soon as he started, needing absolutely no guidance from Quinn.
Moreover, Finn's paintings were excellent, with no flaws to be found.
"Did you learn painting before?"
Quinn was amazed.
Finn shook his head.
"No."
"Then how can you draw so well?"
Finn smiled a bit shyly.
"I don't know either. It's just that whatever I see with my eyes, I think about it in my heart, and my hand can draw it out."
Quinn: "..."
He was completely speechless.
Genius!
Everything could only be explained by the word "genius."
At the foot of Cloud-Drifting Mountain, a group of monks suddenly arrived.
Led by Monk Hugo, these monks looked at Cloud-Drifting Mountain with piety.
"The Holy Son lives in seclusion and cultivates in the mountain," Hugo said.
"Since the Holy Son is here, then we will all stay here too."
"Correct. The Holy Son chose to cultivate here; there must be a reason. Following the Holy Son can never be wrong."
"Fellow cultivators, why don't we build a temple here to guard the Holy Son?"
"That is excellent!"
"Agreed!"
"Agreed!"
...
Hugo and the dozens of monks were in agreement.
They began to build a temple at the foot of the mountain.
This also attracted the attention of many people.
"Why did so many monks suddenly run to this mountain?"
"Look at their posture; are they going to build a temple on the mountain?"
"It really seems so."
"What's the situation?"
...
Quinn still didn't know that the foot of his Cloud-Drifting Mountain had started to become lively.
Especially when the Song father and son learned that a temple was being built at the foot of Cloud-Drifting Mountain, things developed in an even stranger direction.
"Son! Quick, quick, quick! Hurry to Cloud-Drifting Mountain!"
"A temple is being built at the foot of Master Ye's mountain. Let's hurry over to help. Contribute as much as we can."
"Don't worry, Dad! Your son understands clearly. We must double down on good deeds!"
The Song father and son, bringing the Song family martial artists, rushed to Cloud-Drifting Mountain like the wind.
Seeing that the Song father and son came to help them build the temple, the monks naturally welcomed them very much. Especially seeing that the Song father and son were actually devoted to Buddha, they were even more delighted.
"Why do you want to build a temple at the foot of Master Ye's mountain?"
During a chat, Xander Song asked curiously.
"Master Ye? Are you talking about The Holy Son?"
Hugo asked in surprise.
"The Holy Son? What Holy Son?"
Xander looked confused.
"Quinn Ye is the Holy Son of my Buddhist Sect. His Dharma is unfathomable. I and the others came from the West Realm Buddhism just to follow him, and built the temple here for that purpose."