Chapter 11: Concern from afar

Everything was ready. My father first wrote the two big characters "Yang Tian" on the jade piece with freshly ground cinnabar. Then he wrote Yang Tian's birth date in smaller characters.

When all the words were written, the jade piece emitted a milky white light. As time passed, the light became stronger and stronger, until it reached its peak, and the jade piece turned into a white jade book.

When the book cover made of white jade is opened, each page is as soft as paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, as restrained as jade, and contains a divine light. It is extremely strange.

Yang Wen had obviously anticipated this, and he gently turned the white jade book to the first page before solemnly making way.

Seeing his father's series of operations, Yang Tian naturally understood what to do. Full of confidence, he didn't waste any words, picked up the cinnabar pen, and after a little thought, he began to draw spots.

In a short while, a lifelike Bowtruckle appeared on the paper.

Yang Tian put down the cinnabar pen, but saw countless green energies around him entering the first page, and the page underwent tremendous changes.

The originally blank background was automatically replaced by a corner of the forest, and the Bowtruckle seemed to come alive, moving through the trees in the forest and having a lot of fun.

In the upper left corner of the page, a dark green word "木" gradually emerged.

After all the changes were completed, the whole book began to emit a milky white light again. The white jade book closed automatically without wind and turned back into a piece of white jade the size of a palm. But Yang Tian clearly felt that a burst of energy was bred in the milky white light on the white jade, shooting into the distance like a sharp sword and disappearing in an instant.

"It's done." The father said with a trembling voice, and patted Yang Tian's shoulder heavily, making the little guy grimace in pain.

Yang Wen felt awkward when he found out, and quickly changed the subject, "The next thing you want to draw is the Niffler. I've already prepared it, and I'll get it for you right away."

"Well, can I analyze the evil bird next?" Yang Tian thought of his own situation and quickly refused.

"It's not a big problem, but why?" Yang Wen was puzzled.

"Nothing much, I just got inspired after seeing the evil bird that day. I have a connection with it."

Yang Wen didn't think much about it and turned around to prepare for Yang Tian.

Here, while Yang Wen was still looking for the evil bird for his son, in the deep mountains near Jinling, the ancient capital of China, thousands of miles away, in an unknown mansion, there was already a bustle of noise.

When Yang Tian drew the tree-protecting hunchback in the White Jade Book and it was recognized and recorded in the White Jade Book, the sound of wooden fish knocking suddenly rang out in the ancestral hall in the deep house which was originally empty, accompanied by the rippling sound of bells.

The sound was faint, but everyone in the old house could hear it clearly.

In the main hall of the house, the old man who was lazily leaning on the armchair and drinking by himself heard the noise and was shocked by the depressed aura all over his body. His eyes were wide open, like copper bells, and he looked unbelievable.

The old man hurriedly got up and walked out with drunken steps. His steps seemed slow but were actually fast. In just two or three steps, he arrived at the ancestral hall a few dozen meters away.

The old man lit three sticks of incense, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner. The moment the ambergris was inserted into the incense burner, it burned rapidly. After a while, the incense table was already filled with smoke.

The old man looked carefully and saw the image of a young man gradually emerging from the smoke, but his face was extremely blurry and could not be seen clearly at all.

But underneath the entire cloud of smoke appeared the boy’s name and date of birth.

The old man looked suspicious and said, "Yang Tian? Looking at his birth date, he is only eight years old, but why is the picture so unclear? Is it because the distance is too far and the energy consumption is too great?"

The doubtful old man turned his gaze to the incense burner, on which a white jade book was placed.

If Yang Tian were here, he would definitely scream, because this book is exactly the same as the one he used, but this one is obviously much thicker!

The white jade book moved without wind, and finally stopped at one of the pages. The old man looked closely and saw the Bowtruckle playing in the forest.

"What is this? Is it the Dharma Protector of the Treasure Tree? Why is it so thin?" the old man muttered to himself.

As he thought carefully, the old man was suddenly shocked, his face changed, his eyes were full of confusion, anger, doubt, relief, excitement...

The expressions are constantly changing, a complete combination of contradictions.

"Maybe we can observe it for a while longer..." The old man seemed to have prepared himself mentally. He muttered to himself, then resolutely turned around and pushed the door open to leave.

For some unknown reason, the old man who had just left the ancestral hall suddenly yelled, "Where is everyone? What time is it? Aren't you going to cook?"

"Coming, coming." The hurried response came from far away.

"Where's Chen Fu? Still asleep? Go call Lao Liao and the others over. It's such a nice day, wouldn't it be a waste if we don't drink?"

Another laughing voice replied, "How can that be possible, old man? I went to check on the progress of the talisman-making room. They are in a hurry to get the goods. I'll go get someone to help you right away."

"Humph, you're obsessed with money every day. It's just a few bucks, but you're so worried about it. No one cares about me. Where are my big lion heads? Who stole them to exchange for wine?"

"Oh, old man, who would dare to say that? We all know that it is your treasure. I will get it for you right away." After saying that, a middle-aged man ran out happily.

"He has a good mouth. How long has it been since he last ate Yellow River carp? Is the third brother busy with his Feng Shui survey again? Humph, a third-rate Feng Shui master who only knows how to cheat people out of money."

"Oh, grandpa, you are my real grandpa, and my dad is also the one who supports the family. What's more, my dad is quite capable and works hard. How could he be a liar? Besides, as for the Yellow River carp, you only get one carp a month on average, and you feed them all to the cats. Who can you blame? Look at that fat yellow carp." A young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old came hurriedly from outside the lobby and explained hastily.

"Hmph, I've loved you since you were a child, but you always side with your dad. You only catch one fish a month. Where's the fish? Show it to me." The old man said dissatisfiedly.

Thinking of the scene yesterday, when the old man poured a whole plate of Yellow River carp to the lazy cat Dahuang with an expressionless face, the girl's mouth twitched, "Okay, I'll call my dad now... No, I'll go buy you another one, no, ten, is that okay with you?" After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for a reply, but her steps were much more relaxed than when she came.

As he walked, he muttered loudly: "What great event has happened? Can it excite Grandpa like this?"

The old man was about to hit her, but the girl ran away and disappeared outside the hall...

"This damn girl..." The old man laughed.

"And my favorite tofu noodles. Where is my old daughter's red wine?"

The old man's complaints and roars seemed to have infinite magic. This long-silent mansion seemed to be suddenly awakened and full of vitality...

That same night, the news that the Yang family had a genius who had shown extraordinary talent spread quietly throughout the mansion...