Refugees were either kneeling or sitting, covering the open space outside the mountain gate. There were also refugees arriving one after another towards the middle of the mountain.
The young novices were panicked and hurriedly called all the monks to come and deal with it.
"Little Master, let's come to see Mr. Fu Zun!"
"Master, please let us in..."
Some people were talking around the monks, and some people were shouting at the top of their lungs:
"Master Fu Zun, the porridge factory is out of rice. We are all looking forward to opening a warehouse to provide relief. Please open a warehouse!"
"Sir, if we don't open a position, we will all starve to death!"
"Sir, we have no food to eat. We can't even eat bark, grass and roots in this cold weather. Please help us!"
"Please help me!"
More and more people shouted, becoming more and more organized.
"Please help me!!!"
The loud shouts of the refugees rang outside the mountain gate.
The young novices hid behind their masters and uncles wherever they could, and looked timidly at these ragged people.
The monks had no choice. After all, they did not force their way into the Taoist temple, nor did they commit any violent acts. They just knelt down outside the mountain gate and sincerely begged the Master to do what he was supposed to do.
A monk chanted the Buddha's name and walked slowly towards the Taoist temple - now that the crowd is excited and the prefect is closed to no one, I am afraid that he will have to discuss it with the chiefs and elders and come up with a charter.
"The Huo family in Yuanzhou, please see Mr. Fu Zun and please inform me." A middle-aged man who looked like a steward walked around the refugees kneeling on the ground and handed the name card to an older monk at the door.
, sincere but not humble.
"Huo family? Who is it?"
"My second master Huo Yuncheng."
"It turns out to be donor Huo, please wait a moment." The monk was shocked. At least half of the incense offerings in Tingquan Temple came from the Huo family, so this invitation had to be handed over no matter what.
He quickly turned around and called the young novice monk, and told him to send the name card to the magistrate no matter what. If the magistrate did not open the door, he would read it to him at the door. The little novice monk took the name card and ran up the mountain.
"Xi Yuanqi, the captain of the northwest school, with the order of the general, please ask the prefect to follow me back home!" Xi Yuanqi put the token in front of a young monk at the door, almost touching the tip of his nose, and raised his hand to point at the towering temple.
He added emphatically, "If Lord Fu has difficulty moving, I will just go up and lift him."
This monk must have recently been ordained, and there was only a Qingxin ring scar on his head. At this time, he was frightened by Xi Yuanqi's momentum and took a few steps back. He hurriedly responded, turned around and ran into the Taoist temple, staggering on the hundred steps.
Almost fell.
With just one stick of incense, a tea table was set up in the small courtyard between the gate of Tingquan Temple’s Medicine Master’s Hall and the 100-step long staircase. Tea was brewed. The Taoist took a sip of the newly made plum blossom tea, squinted his eyes slightly, and nodded with satisfaction.
nodded.
"Taoist, Taoist." Bai Zeqing offered the newly made plum blossom cake with both hands, "What's going on? Please tell me!"
The Taoist priest said he was hungry, so Bai Zeqing went to the dining room to cook egg noodles.
The Taoist priest said he was thirsty, so Bai Zeqing hurried to the back mountain to pick plum blossoms himself, and then fetched water from the mountain spring to make tea.
The Taoist priest thought tea was boring, so she hurried to the dining room to find flour and bean paste, and made plum blossom cakes together with the few remaining plum blossoms. She finally coaxed the ancestor to smile, and then she quickly continued to ask.
"Well, it's sweet but not greasy, not bad." The Taoist praised the plum blossom cake and said regretfully: "It's a pity that there is no beggar's chicken. That one is best for drinking."
The corner of Bai Zeqing's mouth twitched, complaining in his mind that you were drinking tea instead of wine, but he decided to swallow his anger and said with a fake smile: "Yes, Taoist priest, you are right. When we get down the mountain, I will serve as a beggar's chicken to the Taoist priest!"
Otherwise, Taoist Master, please tell me first..."
The Taoist priest glanced at Bai Zeqing with his usual careless look, and then said: "I can't even understand this, you really have no brains! Do you think you are some kind of genius descended from heaven who survived a catastrophe?"
"..." Bai Zeqing gritted his teeth! The word "forbearance" has a knife on its head!
"Are you in good health?" The Taoist took another sip of tea and glanced at her.
"I have been riding horses and shooting archery with my eldest brother and Qi Ge since I was a child. I am very strong."
"Not sick? Not poisoned? Can serious injuries heal on their own?"
"Forehead……"
"Aren't you afraid of cold or heat? Are you immune to poisons?"
Of course not! She is a human! People are afraid of cold, heat, and poison.
Bai Zeqing went from being confused and frightened to being enlightened in just a moment.
That's right, it snowed heavily that night on New Year's Eve, and she froze in the snow all night without dying, or even getting sick!
That time in prison, I was poisoned in the middle of the night. Even if I vomited completely, my life would be hanging by a thread at most. It is absolutely impossible that I would not have any symptoms of poisoning afterwards!
The injured leg that had been tortured with the cane had not been given any medicine and had never been well cared for. However, the injury was healed unconsciously while the prison car was rocking and tossing!
Also, Wang Chi's kick was aimed at killing her, but she didn't die!
"So, Brother Qi has always been protecting me!" She murmured.
"So, it wasn't just in the formation last night!"
Her strange brother, from childhood to adulthood, took her riding horses, taught her archery, competed with her for food, and made her gifts...
He guarded her with his life in a corner where the snow could not fall. Until his death, the remaining obsession of his soul was still guarding her.
Bai Zeqing felt that he was in a daze, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.
"When I first met you, you were entangled in resentment, but you were not like other people who were harmed by resentment. You either got sick or injured, or suffered misfortune. This resentment was protecting you. I saw you holding the puppet in the cabin, and I realized it was a puppet.
The spirit is protecting you." Being served with delicious food and drinks, the Taoist priest rarely said a few more words.
Bai Zeqing understood that this was the reason why the Taoist priest came to the cell to save her inexplicably. After all, it was Brother Qi who saved her. She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was blinded by the afternoon sun.
The Taoist priest did not look at her. He slowly twisted the plum blossom cake, took a bite, and said, "But it's strange. Generally speaking, puppets have masters, but your puppet is a puppet without an owner."
"A puppet without an owner?" Bai Zeqing repeated in a nonchalant voice. How could a puppet without an owner protect him?
"In other words, the puppet master is himself. The person who made the puppet integrated his soul into the puppet and became the puppet spirit." The Taoist priest frowned slightly, "This requires extremely strong belief, and also requires
You can only do it by slowly wetting it with your own hard work."
"Then...does it hurt?" Bai Zeqing didn't dare to imagine the process. He looked down at the wooden sculpture in his hand and rubbed it gently, for fear of hurting the little wooden figure.
"It's a pity that I was almost killed by you." The Taoist priest's eyes were cold and his voice was slow and low.
Bai Zeqing couldn't help feeling that her scalp was numb, and her voice trembled: "But...then what?" Almost, almost not, so, where is the puppet spirit?
The Taoist priest glanced at her, with a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but Bai Zeqing felt his vest getting cold.
The Taoist priest was too lazy to say anything. He made a simple magic formula with his right hand and waved it gently. The golden light surrounding the wood carving slowly condensed and finally turned into a golden thread, which was loosely wrapped around the wood carving. At this moment, a trace of black energy emerged from the wood carving.
The cracks in the wood carving spill out.
Bai Zeqing suddenly felt horrified and almost dropped the wooden sculpture from his hand.
The black air slowly dispersed and gathered again, finally forming a translucent, illusory figure, floating in the room like a shadow.
"Brother Qi!!!"
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