"Little Taoist Priest, how about you come to live at my house from now on?" Xilai said.
"No, I want to go to the mountain and wait for Master to come home." The little Taoist Master said resolutely.
Several friends didn't know how to comfort the little Taoist priest.
Xilai said, "How about I live in the mountains with you?"
"No need. I'm not afraid of living alone on the mountain. I have eight ancestors accompanying me." said the little Taoist priest.
Well, Xilai still dared to go up the mountain to accompany the Taoist priest without mentioning the Patriarch. However, when the Patriarch was mentioned, Xilai's expression changed.
No one, not even the Red Soldiers nor Da Lei, dared to mention going up the mountain to accompany the Taoist Priest. To them, the Taoist Priest was too mysterious. They couldn't help but stay away from him.
After school, the little Taoist still went to Xiao Dajiang's house to learn the craft. After doing some work, the little Taoist was ready to go back to the mountain.
"Chang Xing, Mistress has prepared your meal. Eat here before leaving." Luo Chunhua said.
The little Taoist priest immediately shook his head and refused: "No, I will go back to the mountain. If the master comes back, I can cook for him."
Although they know that the old Taoist will probably not come back, Xiao Dajiang and Luo Chunhua dare not say it in front of the little Taoist priest. They can only wait for the little Taoist to grow up and they will slowly understand.
When the trail reached the fork to Fengmeizhai, I saw Zhang Fangqing sitting on a stone at the fork, smoking a dry cigarette.
"Uncle Fang Qing, why are you here?" the little Taoist priest asked with some confusion.
Zhang Fangqing stopped smoking and said, "I'll wait for you here. I heard from Xilai that the Taoist priest has gone out."
"My master will come back." The little Taoist priest said immediately.
Zhang Fangqing nodded: "Yes, I will definitely come back. But the Taoist priest always has no trace when he travels. No one knows when he will come back. The Taoist priest is not at home, and you live alone in the mountain. We can all rest assured."
If not, how about you live down the mountain? We often look after the crops on the mountain for you. Do you like it?"
The little Taoist priest shook his head: "I'm used to living in the mountains. I don't know when Master will come back. If he doesn't see me when he comes back, I won't be very worried. I'm not alone. I can ask a few ancestors to accompany me.
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Uh, Zhang Fangqing also opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say. How come this expression is exactly the same as that of his son? The father and son are related, there is absolutely no falsehood.
Looking at the weak and lonely figure of the stubborn Taoist priest walking step by step towards Fengmeizhai Mountain, Zhang Fangqing sighed helplessly.
When the little Taoist returned to the Ancestral Temple, he hoped that the old Taoist could walk out of the temple. However, the little Taoist looked at it many times and found that the door of the Ancestral Temple was tightly closed. When he came closer, the wooden bolts on the door were still tightly closed
But the old cat was squatting at the door waiting for the return of the little Taoist priest.
"Meow." The old cat meowed sadly at the little Taoist priest.
"Are you hungry?" The little Taoist opened the door, and the old cat jumped in immediately.
As soon as the old Taoist left, the old cat seemed to be closer to the little Taoist priest. He was probably worried that if he kept the same attitude as before, the little Taoist priest would not let him eat in the future. The little Taoist priest also seemed to feel that the old cat was more affectionate, because it was left by the old Taoist.
When it comes down, the little Taoist priest can feel the presence of the old Taoist on it.
The old cat came to the trail leader with its broken bowl in its mouth, its tail shook slightly, and its head rubbed against the trail leader's long legs a few times. The trail leader opened the food he got back yesterday, and there seemed to be no smell. The temperature in the mountains is low, and meat is not available.
It won't taste bad for a day or two, so I took out half of it and put it into the old cat's broken bowl. The old cat rolled a few times on the ground with joy, exposing its white belly to the path leader.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat. I'm going to make some food. If you're not full, you can eat some more later." When the little Taoist went to wash rice, he accidentally put in half more rice. He did it out of habit.
The old man's share. When he took out the extra rice, he couldn't help but shed tears into the pot. He quickly wiped the tears with his hands. The old man said that if the tears drip into the bowl, the neck will swell.
What will happen in the pot, the old man did not say.
"Master, you are outside, what can I cook for you?" The little Taoist priest was a little worried for the old Taoist. When the old Taoist left, he didn't take anything with him. All the money was put in a blue cloth bag and stuffed under the pillow. The old Taoist
I have said before that the money will be used for the priest's education in the future.
The old cat made a very difficult and resolute decision. It refused to recognize anyone until it had washed the dishes. After dinner, it tidied up a little in the firewood pond and then lay down in it.
"You're not leaving?" The little Taoist priest was a little surprised.
"Meow." The old cat glanced lazily at the little Taoist priest, and then continued to close his eyes to rest, as if to say, little brat, don't disturb my sleep.
The Taoist Priest heard the howling mountain wind outside, and the temperature seemed to be slowly turning cooler. He couldn't help but worry that the master was traveling far away. He didn't know whether it would be cold or not, and that Taoist robe could not protect him from the cold. If he had known earlier, he should have prepared more talismans for him to ward off the cold.
There are also talismans to protect you from the cold.
"Meow." The old cat meowed softly in his sleep, digging into the firewood from time to time. It seemed to be a little cold. The Ancestral Temple was a bit dilapidated, and the little Taoist planned to borrow tools from Master Xiao one day to borrow tools from the Ancestral Temple.
Repair the walls.
While I was thinking about this, there was a clanging sound from the tiles on the roof. It was raining!
Not long after, the sound of raindrops could be heard under the eaves.
Then, water began to drip from the leaky place in the house, and the old cat rushed out of the firewood pond. It turned out that it had chosen a poor location and was right at the leaky place. A few drops of water dripped on its body, which made the old cat very uncomfortable.
Feeling comfortable, shake your body vigorously and splash the water on your body.
The little Taoist Master skillfully picked up the basin, bucket, and bowl and put them in the dripping place. A symphony immediately sounded in the Patriarch's Temple. The sound in the basin was "dang-dang-dang", in the bucket was "dong-dong-dong", and in the bowl was "dang-dang-dang".
, there are times in the pot...
The old cat was also very cheerful, running here and there to look, as if checking the work of the trail leader.
The little Taoist lay back on the bed and fell asleep at some point.
The old cat was also a little tired. He walked to the long bed on the path and jumped up. As a result, he completely ignored his own age. Only his head and front paws could barely cross the edge of the bed, and hung on the edge of the bed by his head and front paws.
I crawled onto the bed with difficulty, and then panted desperately. It took me a while to calm down, and I walked to the path leader and slept next to him.
When the little Taoist priest woke up, it was still dark, and he felt someone lying next to him. He thought the master had come back last night, so he shouted excitedly: "Master! You are back!"
As a result, he responded with a meow. The old cat was very angry and wanted to let the cat sleep?
