Chapter 147 Guiguans way of sending messages is so unique
Qingping Temple opened its gate to welcome the believers, and two noble people were welcomed first.
After Qi Qian respectfully offered a stick of incense to his ancestor, he looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest standing aside and asked: "Taoist Master Qingyuan, may I ask if Master Chiyuan is here?"
Qingyuan cupped his hands and bowed in salute, and replied in a warm voice: "It is a coincidence that the good man is doing great good, but our temple master has wandered away."
Qi Qian asked again: "It's okay if the master of the temple is not here. In fact, we are here to seek medical treatment. Please ask the Taoist priest to introduce us to Master Fuqiu."
Qingyuan looked at Yu Changkong, who was still standing unmoving in front of his ancestor. His eyes had never looked over, but his eyelids twitched from time to time, and his eyeballs seemed unable to focus.
When he thought about the time when he entered the palace and was always being touched by a young boy on the arm, he knew that he had an eye disease.
However, compared to his eye disease, this man's face is really bleak. Although he was born in a noble family, his parents died suddenly, and he had an aura that was both good and evil lingering around him, which was very complicated.
Qingyuan glanced at Qi Qian's parents again, lowered his eyes, and secretly murmured in his heart, "If you are close to red, red will be red, and if you are close to ink, will it be dark?"
A blind person has keen senses. As if aware of Qingyuan's inspection, Yu Changkong turned his head, his brows light and cold.
"Master Taoist, we have come all the way to seek medical treatment sincerely, and we would like to have him introduced to you." Uncle Qian stepped forward, raised his hands to Qingyuan, and said with sincerity on his face: "If we don't ask the master to cure my master's eye disease, we are willing to give it to the ancestor.
Build a golden body."
Qingyuan's eyes lit up: Build a golden body?
He looked at the Patriarch, and had the illusion that his mouth was wide open. Look, the incense on the incense burner burned faster. Wasn't it caused by excitement?
He withdrew his gaze, coughed slightly, and said: "Blessings are boundless to the gods, and they don't ask for teachers...Brother, she is currently cultivating, and I don't know when she will be released from seclusion. I dare not make decisions for her without authorization. Good people may as well rest in the guest house first,
Can I send a letter to ask?"
Qi Qian: "She is not in the audience?"
"Yes."
"Sending the message is too slow. Why don't Taoist Priest Qingyuan tell us where she is, and I will send someone to meet her personally?" Qi Qian said.
Qingyuan smiled and said: "It's not slow."
He took out a piece of yellow paper on the spot, wrote a few words on it, and then folded it into a thousand paper crane. He chanted a mantra in his mouth and pinched it with his fingers. The paper crane actually fluttered and moved around the ancestors.
The master's life-size statue circled around and flew out in full view of everyone.
"Alive, alive?" Sifang was stunned and stammered: "Master, a paper crane flew out alive."
Oh my god, this is so shocking. It was obviously a crane made of a piece of paper, but the Taoist priest recited some kind of curse and survived under their noses and flew away!
Qi Qian and others felt that they had opened the door to shock. This was too mysterious.
Seeing everyone's astonishment and admiration, Qingyuan felt a little proud in his heart. He only showed off this trick in order to attract believers to the audience, for the sake of incense belief.
Uncle Qian showed an awe-inspiring expression as he cupped his hands to Qingyuan and said, "Taoist master is really profound in his magic."
If this is not the master of Guanzhu, then how profound is the Taoism of Qingping Guanzhu? And then there is the master who does not ask for help.
He suddenly had a little more hope. Many years ago, the eye disease of Mr. Pi Gongzi, an enlightened monk named Huiyun, would improve when he was about to turn 20. Could it be that he should be here?
Qingyuan shook his head modestly: "It's just a small spell. It took me a long time to learn this."
Unlike some pervert, he is born with it, so that he is always scolded by the viewer. Look at her, then look at you, are you learning shit?
Wow, can he compare to a pervert?
No way!
Thinking back to those years when his academic practice was crushed by a pervert, Qingyuan wanted to cry bitter tears.
"Is this enough? Can you really receive it without asking the master?"
"Just wait, there will be a reply soon." Qingyuan said with a smile: "Why don't we move to a guest house and wait?"
Build a golden body, Grandmaster also heard it, she couldn’t move even if she didn’t want to, otherwise Grandmaster would be angry.
Qin Liuxi sneezed several times early in the morning, and Qihuang was so panicked that he chased her to add a cloak to her and to hold her pulse.
"Don't rush around, you won't catch a cold." Qin Liuxi waved her hand, and suddenly seemed to feel something. She pushed open the window, and a paper crane fell on the window lattice. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Someone asked for a doctor and promised the Patriarch to come quickly if he could make a golden body.
This is a message from Qingyuan.
Molding a golden body is a big deal!
Qin Liuxi seemed to have a life-size golden statue in front of his eyes. Oops, his eyeballs hurt so much that he was blinded by the flash.
"Let Brother Cheng prepare the car and go to the Taoist temple."
Qihuang groaned: "Now?"
"Well, now, Grandmaster, it's time to wait!" Qin Liuxi took another piece of yellow paper, cut out a small paper figure, and wrote two words.
Wait.
The little paper figurine was cut simply, with a broomstick cut on its head, and two eyeballs were clicked on with a pen. Then, she chanted a spell in her mouth, and began to make magic spells with her long fingers, and clicked on the little paper figurine.
The little paper man who was lying on the table stood up instantly, bowed his arms to Qin Liuxi, and turned around in a circle.
"Go." Qin Liuxi flicked his broom head.
The little paper man jumped off the table, turned back three times, walked out the door, and quickly disappeared.
Qingpingguan.
Qingyuan brought camellia and vegetarian snacks to Qi Qian and others, and introduced: "They are all cooked by the cooks from the villages below the mountain. The taste is pretty good."
Uncle Qian asked: "There don't seem to be many Taoist priests in Guiguan."
"In fact, our Qingping Temple only reopened ten years ago. Before that, it was abandoned. People, except for the temple master, I just don't ask for senior brothers, and then I, two little Taoist boys, and one in the temple
It is true that there are not many experienced Taoists and Taoists who can interpret hexagrams, and we are still recruiting people. However, there are also a few lay people, but they are not in the temple."
"That's how it is."
Sifang placed the tea and vegetarian snacks in front of Yu Changkong and said, "Sir, these buns are well made. You should also eat some."
"Um."
Qi Qian was quite anxious and asked, "I wonder when Master Buqiu will reply."
"It's coming soon enough." Qingyuan said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Here he comes."
Everyone immediately looked up into the sky, coming, where?
There is no shadow of the paper crane.
Yu Changkong, who had just picked up the bun and took a bite, suddenly froze.
His hand swept towards his leg. When he touched something, his hand went numb, and he shrank back again. His whole body froze: "What the hell!"
Everyone looked over.
Boom.
The bun in Sifang's hand fell on the table.
But on the legs of Yu Changkong, who was wearing black silk trousers, there was a small paper man picking up his trouser legs with both hands, humming and crawling up, and the broom head was shaking.
It was so hard to climb, but he still swept me down, ugh!
"I don't ask for a reply from senior brother." Qingyuan pointed at the little paper man and explained with a smile.
Uncle Qian chuckled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said dryly: "This, Guiguan's way of sending messages is really unique."
If someone had told him that the paper man could move before, he would have spat in his face, but now...
Sure enough, if you live long enough, you can see everything!
