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Chapter 62 The old way is gone

After having dinner at Xiao Laosi's house, the little Taoist priest hurried back to the Patriarch's Temple.

"Master, Master, let's see what delicious food I bring back for you!" the little Taoist shouted loudly before he arrived at the Patriarch's Temple.

But there was no response from the Patriarch's Temple. The little Taoist priest was a little surprised. Could it be that the master hadn't gotten up at this time? When he got up in the morning, the master also got up.

When I walked to the door, I saw that the door was locked from the outside. It was obvious that the old Taoist was not in the temple.

The little Taoist priest put the bag of food on the table of the Eight Immortals and muttered: "Dear ancestors, Master is not here, why don't you enjoy it."

The little Taoist Master is now more sensible, so he naturally knows not to let the ancestors come out to smell it. After walking out of the Ancestral Temple, the little Taoist Master walked into the fields. The master and the apprentice were very interested in the acres of cultivated fields. No vegetables were planted.

Fortunately, it can’t be delayed for a month. If the fields are not planted well, it will be delayed for at least half a year. It is related to the rations of the two masters and apprentices. The old Taoist and the young Taoist have to go to the fields every day. The master is not in the temple so early. It is very likely that he has gone.

Ground.

When he ran out of the temple, the Taoist priest did not notice that the hoe was still hanging on the eaves of the temple. Every time the Taoist went to the fields, he would always carry the hoe on his shoulder.

If you look carefully, the blue Taoist robe that the Taoist has not worn for a long time is also missing.

Xiaodao took a long breath and ran to the field: "Master! Master! Where are you?"

But the ground was silent and there was no response. The Taoist priest's response sounded in the valley.

The Taoist leader didn't know why, but he suddenly started to panic. He started running wildly in the mountains. He ran over to take a look at any place where the Taoist would usually go.

As we ran from mountain to mountain, the voice of the little Taoist could be heard in the mountains from time to time. It was not until the Taoist was exhausted that he fell to the ground and could not get up. Only then did the Taoist start to cry.

"Master, where have you been? Don't you want to give up Xing'er?" The little Taoist priest's voice was hoarse. He was so sad. Will his only support be lost from today on? Master, if you abandon Xing'er

After leaving, Xing'er came back every day and there was no one to greet him at the door. The temple of the Patriarch was no longer warm.

When it got dark, the little Taoist dragged his tired body back to the Patriarch's Temple. How he hoped that when he opened the door of the Patriarch's Temple, the old Taoist could sit in the Patriarch's Temple and look at him with a loving smile.

The temple of the Patriarch is cold and devoid of life at all. The inside of the stove is also cold. This place that once left many beautiful places for the little Taoist priest, why is it so cold now?

The Taoist priest sat on the bench next to the Eight Immortals Table. He had no appetite at all for the package of meat on the table. The Taoist priest suddenly found a piece of paper under a sea bowl on the Eight Immortals Table.

The letter left by the master? The little Taoist priest quickly pulled the paper out from under the sea bowl. This paper was torn from the little Taoist priest's workbook. The quality of the paper is very poor, but in this era, it is also a very scarce material.

Written crookedly on the paper: I am invited by a fellow Taoist to travel to the immortals as my teacher, Xing'er cherishes it so much!

This is the handwriting of the old Taoist, and the little Taoist leader can recognize it. It is the same as the talisman drawn by the old Taoist, crooked.

"Master, you really don't like Xing'er anymore, and you don't know how to bring Xing'er with you when you go out." The little Taoist priest murmured, carefully folded the piece of paper, and put it in the book.

On a stone road, an old man with white hair wearing a Taoist robe walked forward step by step. The old man was so thin that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down. After taking a few steps, the old man would look back and seemed to hear

It seemed like someone was calling him from behind.

"Xing'er, you can only rely on yourself from now on."

This person was the old Taoist. The old Taoist looked reluctantly in the direction of the Patriarch's Temple. He knew that at this moment, the little Taoist priest must be frantically looking for him everywhere. But it was time for him to leave.

The little Taoist priest thought that when he woke up, the master would come back from outside and everything would be back to the past. But when he woke up the next day, the master still had not come back. Tears burst out of the little Taoist priest's eyes.

Holding back his grief, the little Taoist priest finished his morning class and then went to Master Xiao's house with his schoolbag on his back.

"Chang Xing, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Dajiang saw something was wrong with Chang Xing.

"Master left. He left without saying a word." Chang Xing said.

"Oh, the Taoist priest may have something to do there, and he will be back soon." Xiao Dajiang comforted him, but he had an ominous premonition in his heart. The old Taoist's behavior this time was a bit abnormal, as if he was explaining the funeral arrangements. Now he is quietly

He left. But Xiao Dajiang couldn't tell Chang Xing. The old Taoist did this just to leave some thoughts for Chang Xing.

"Then why didn't he tell Xing'er where he was going?" Chang Xing's body kept twitching.

Luo Chunhua came out and saw Chang Xing crying, and asked distressedly: "Xing'er, why are you crying? Did your Master Xiao scold you? Don't cry, Master, take care of him."

"Master's wife, my master left me alone and went out alone." The little Taoist priest cried even more intensely.

"It's okay, it's okay. Master will be back in a while. Maybe he will bring something delicious for Xing'er. The Taoist priest often goes to attend some Dharma gatherings. You are what the Taoist priest brought back when he went out to attend Dharma gatherings before.

Yeah, don't cry, don't cry. Your master left without saying goodbye, just because he was afraid that he would not be able to leave you." Luo Chunhua glanced at Xiao Dajiang, and Xiao Dajiang shook his head.

Xiao Dajiang and his wife comforted him for a while, and finally calmed down the little Taoist Priest's emotions.

After the little Taoist priest and Hongxia went to school, Xiao Dajiang dared to discuss Taoist matters with his mother-in-law.

"Old Taoist Priest goes out this time, I'm afraid he won't come back." Xiao Dajiang said.

Luo Chunhua nodded: "The last time the Taoist priest came to our house, I always felt that something was wrong with the Taoist priest. Only now do I know that this is the case. The old Taoist priest seems to be arranging funeral arrangements."

"In fact, the old Taoist priest has told me many times, but I never dared to think about it in other ways. The Taoist priest himself said that he is more than a hundred years old, but in the minds of us people in Xianjiqiao, the Taoist priest is

People who are like gods." Xiao Dajiang sighed.

"In the future, when the two little boys grow up, if they can still be like this, I will treat the little Taoist priest as my son," Luo Chunhua said.

"Let's talk about what happens next." Xiao Dajiang felt a little sudden about Lao Dao's departure.

Xiao Hongxia quickly told the story of the old Taoist priest's departure, and everyone in Xianji Bridge knew that the old Taoist priest was gone.

Ye Jiangwei was very concerned about the little Taoist priest: "Classmate Chang Xing, your master has left and you are living alone on the mountain. Are you afraid? How about you live with a classmate in your class?"

The little Taoist priest shook his head: "My master will come back. There are still a lot of vegetables and rice planted on the mountain. I want to go back and take care of it."

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