"Are you thirsty?"

While standing at the door to welcome the visitors coming up the mountain, Old Yuan suddenly turned around and asked.

Ling Shu shook his head.

Old Yuan murmured to himself: "Strange thing, why am I so thirsty all of a sudden? It must be too late to boil water now."

I subconsciously wanted to touch my nose, but I was afraid of touching my unreliable beard, so I felt awkward.

Old Yuan has never been as nervous as he is now.

He felt that it might be that he had never played a role that needed to be a ghost. When he pretended to be his brother, he just stole the old man and blackened his face and didn't speak for a long time.

After thinking for a long time, Old Yuan found the reason.

"You talked so much just now, why don't you say anything now?"

It turns out that Ling Shu has become a mute, he is not used to it!

The other party looked at him innocently: "Didn't you let me speak?"

Lao Yuan: "Tell me, I will tell you that I can't say those lies. You have to speak later. The most important thing is to transport Mrs. Jin to the mountain safely and then send it down the mountain safely. People have borrowed all the old mother, so we can't go wrong!"

Ling Shu muttered, and was confused.

Old Yuan was dissatisfied: "Where is the toothache?"

Ling Shu: "I'm afraid my beard will fall."

Old Yuan:...

He began to feel that betting on Ling Shu was an unreliable act, but now it is too late to regret it.

Old Yuan had already seen Deputy Mayor Jin.

He walked in front with a young man, followed by the butler behind, and eight people carrying the coffin at the end.

The mountain road is not rugged and steep. People like Vice Mayor Jin who have passed the age of destiny have a civilized twist in their hands. Although they are a little breathless, they are considered calm.

"stop!"

One person sang loudly with the coffin, and eight people stopped.

But the coffin was not put down.

The housekeeper trotted forward and asked Lao Yuan and the others first.

"Master, you can have a bench, you need four."

Lao Yuan: "Yes, disciple, go and bring it to several lay Buddhists!"

Ling Shu: "Okay, Master!"

He turned around and entered, and soon he took out benches of the same size in all directions and placed them neatly under the coffin.

Then the eight people placed the coffin gently on the bench.

It is considered unlucky to have funerals before the destination is put into the coffin. Although Mrs. Jin came to Guanyin Temple to fulfill her wish, she did not come here to bury her. Naturally, she still needs to pay attention to it.

Old Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Deputy Mayor Jin.

"Mr. Jin, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm fine."

Deputy Mayor Jin nodded and returned the favor: "Fortunately, I am old and it's useless to go up the mountain. I'll be so breathless if I walk a few steps. Let me introduce that this is Mr. Song, a big celebrity in the Municipal Office. He has a bright future. Maybe I will rely on him to support him in a few years. Taoist priest, you have to treat him well. Maybe Mr. Song will be happy and have someone to allocate funds to build your Guanyin Temple."

Mr. Song, who was named, was in his twenties, and was wearing a suit and ties. From top to bottom, he was just a little bit like a powerful child who went abroad to elites.

When the other party heard this, he showed a subtle and reserved smile, skimming the water, and being alienated and polite.

"Old Jin has been awarded."

At first glance, Ling Shu felt that this person looked familiar. After a moment, he suddenly realized that Mr. Song was just Yue Dingtang who was not long ago, or Yue Dingtang who had been reunited in the Feilengcui dance hall for a long time.

At that time, the surname Yue was serious and emitting the light of the best and elites from the outside to the inside. It was completely different from Yue Dingtang, who was wearing a melon-shaped hat and pretending to be a quail in the side hall.

Several people took a break, and Mrs. Jin's coffin was sent to the side hall for temporary settlement.

The eight people went to the pavilion in the mountains to wait.

Deputy Mayor Jin looked quite leisurely, and he was in a mood to look out from a distance, praising the scenery of the mountains.

Mr. Song is young, so he naturally doesn't have so much thought of chanting poems against spring and autumn. He stood at the door for a while and then stepped into the main hall first.

Lao Yuan was waiting to accompany him, but he stopped him.

"The old Taoist priest will accompany Mr. Jin, and this little Taoist priest will accompany me."

Lao Yuan’s first reaction was: Why did Ling Shu and his generation have a fake beard on his lips, and the Taoist boy is a Taoist boy, and he had to add a small character in front of it, and he is the old Taoist priest?

Then he realized the important matter: Ling Shu stayed, which means he could not go to the side hall to help, and there was only one Yue Dingtang left there. Can he transfer everything to the box in just one hour?

Looking at Ling Shu again, he didn't show any abnormality and bowed slightly to the other party.

"What does Mr. Song want to see?"

"You can just watch anything. Mr. Jin wants to burn incense in the main hall, so I won't disturb you. Take me around."

"There is a stele forest left by literati of the Ming and Qing dynasties behind the temple. Can you take a look at the path?"

"It's done too."

The two of them asked and answered each other, and they gradually got farther and farther away.

Old Yuan's heart was hanging in the air, staring at their backs for a while.

"Are you ready?"

Deputy Mayor Jin's voice was so close that it was pressed down very low, almost whispering.

Old Yuan came to his senses and whispered quickly: "All arrangements have been made, who is this Mr. Song?"

Deputy Mayor Jin: "His father holds an important position in the Municipal Office. He is nominally his father's secretary and has a background at home. Yesterday, he heard that I was going to come to burn incense and fulfill his wishes, so he suddenly said he wanted to come and see it. He said that he had been here in the future. I couldn't see anything unusual, just be careful."

Old Yuan said: "When will the old lady return to Beijing?"

Deputy Mayor Jin: "The night is long and the dreams are long. I will leave tonight. I have already booked three tickets for you. At that time, you will leave as the Jin family entourage. When you arrive in Beijing, someone will take over, so you don't have to worry about it."

Old Yuan nodded, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Please be with Mr. Jin!"

Deputy Mayor Jin was a little worried: "Your friend is okay, right?"

Lao Yuan: "Don't worry, Mr. Jin, that's my life and death brother, and he's also quick-talking."

He said that others were relieved, but he was really worried. He wanted to stretch his ears for dozens of meters to hear what the two of them said.

In fact, most of the time, Ling Shu is talking about it.

"Look at the mountain opposite, it looks like an old man bowing his hands. Whenever it is windy and rainy, clouds and mist gather on the top of the mountain, and white smoke curls, just like the white hair on the head of an old man, so it is also called Baitou Peak."

"It is said that there are 100-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the peak. The ginseng has become a sperm. When digging, it will run around the mountain. However, it has never been seen in the trail before. However, the old shopkeeper of the city's Chinese medicine shop is very well-known."

"When you look at this road again, it is winding and winding paths, isn't it a different artistic conception? Although our Fuyu Mountain is not as famous as those three mountains and five mountains, it seems that it is not useless. Therefore, the mountain is not high, and there is an immortal, so it is not surprising that the Bodhisattva will choose to stay here to show his spirit."

"You little Taoist boy, why do you have to grow beards at a young age?"

Mr. Song suddenly spoke, but asked a question that was unrelated to the situation.

Ling Shu grinned: "This is not to look mature and steady. Master said that Xiaodao is irritable and cannot win the trust of others. With this beard, Mr. Song would be proud and listened to Xiaodao patiently saying so much nonsense?"

Mr. Song held his hands behind his back and looked around carelessly, while Ling Shu was half a step behind him.

"I heard from Mr. Jin that your temple fortune telling is very effective?"

Ling Shu smiled and said, "You are afraid you remember it wrong. In addition to Xiaodao and Master, there are only three people in this Guanyin Temple, including the chef who cooks. My master thought that the temple's expenses were too high a few days ago, and planned to send the friend away. If fortune telling is effective, why is it so rare to have such a rare incense?"

Mr. Song nodded: "I remembered it wrongly, Mr. Jin had never said this."

Ling Shu's smile remained unchanged and said warmly: "Do you see that the scenery is very good and feel good about it. You want to donate some incense money to the Xiaomiao?"

Mr. Song laughed: "No."

Ling Shu suddenly drooped his face.

Mr. Song was interesting to see: "How come you little Taoist priest, why doesn't your accent sound like a local?"

Ling Shu: "Hey, because Xiaodao was originally from the south, his father died early, his mother remarried, and his stepfather went to Guandong and brought me here. The family was not good, and his stepfather had children. Xiaodao didn't want to see people's faces at home. He happened to meet my master, so he simply followed his master to the mountain to become a monk!"

Mr. Song: "So, are you the one who is the one who is the one who is in charge?"

Ling Shu yelled twice: "Yes, follow my master. But my master is still a bachelor. How can I cross the path ahead? I'm still young, don't worry, don't worry!"

Mr. Song: "I think you are sarcastic, so you might as well follow me. I can't guarantee promotion and wealth, but it's more than moister than now."

He suddenly stopped and looked at Ling Shu up and down, with interest in his eyes.

The reason why Ling Shu pretends to be crazy and speaks like a lot of words is just to delay time, the longer the better.

Mr. Song is the only variable in this trip. As long as he is not present, Yue Dingtang can make arrangements calmly without making any mistakes.

With the other party's words just now, the other party's words were astonishing as he spoke again, but he was able to remain calm.

"Mr. Song is kidding. Xiaodao was born in the countryside. It is okay to make fun of noble people. If you follow the noble people for a long time, you may make mistakes frequently. Then you won't think Xiaodao is interesting. Besides, look at Xiaodao's leg, after following the master, you have become disabled since childhood and limped. You are content to be able to have a full meal on weekdays, but you dare not imagine climbing. If you are willing to come to this Guanyin Temple to burn incense and relax, Xiaodao and Master will naturally welcome you!"
To be continued...