At Three, the Little Ancestor Comes Down the Mountain, Becoming the Whole Family’s Favorite

Cute Baby · Found Family · Mysticism

Three years ago, Old Master Shen, a cultivation hobbyist, went out to help settle a matter and picked up a baby girl on the way. The baby’s entire body glowed with golden light, and there was a golden lotus mark on her forehead. He brought her back to the Taoist temple and took the baby as his master; from then on, the baby became the Shen family’s ancestor.

Three years later, Old Master Shen divines that the Shen family is about to fall and that the lives of the family’s descendants are in danger, so he hurriedly takes the ancestor down the mountain.

Who would have thought that before they even got home, he would ascend to immortality halfway there?

Thus, the heavy responsibility of saving the Shen family falls onto the three-year-old ancestor.

“Exactly! So exactly...”

“Dad, say that clearly. Exactly like who?”

“Like your grandmother!”

“Dad, why are you insulting people?”

“I’m not insulting you. She really looks like your grandmother!”

Shen Tianrui takes out a photo of Shen Yian’s maternal grandmother, and the two eyes seem almost identical.

But the ancestor shakes her head and says she is not the grandmother; she is an even higher-ranking identity. She is the ancestor! The Shen family’s ancestor!

He believes the ancestor, but he still refuses to let her call him little grandson.

“Why?”

“Feeding turtles isn’t okay either. You’re only three years old!”

“Then what should the ancestor call you?”

“Call me brother!”

“You can’t be the ancestor’s brother, or you’ll get bad luck.”

Shen Yian does not believe it and insists on being the little one’s brother. As a result, the very next second, lightning crashes from the sky. Luckily, the ancestor is right beside him, so the thunder does not strike him.

He finally believes it.

Shen Tianrui calls his other two sons back to meet the Shen family ancestor. The eldest brings back a string of old-man Buddhist prayer beads.

“You never said the little ancestor would be this small!”

The second brings back a multifunctional pearwood cane: “Go ask around outside—whose ancestor is three years old?!”