Chapter seven hundred and eighty-eight send people home
Xiang Que had a confused look on his face, and the food he had not swallowed mixed with the rattles in his mouth and fell out together.
At the entrance of the main hall, the old Taoist walked out very coquettishly with his crotch between his legs. He had a braided hairstyle on his head, a straight and clean tunic suit, and shiny leather shoes that could be used as mirrors. He was always stooped.
His shoulders are also straightened, and the wisp of beard on his chin has a somewhat fairy-like air, which is very confusing.
Glancing at the food on the floor, the old man used a finger to comb the traitor's split hair on his head and said, "Aren't they all so handsome that you can't even open your eyes?"
"Gudu" Xiangque swallowed the food in his mouth, opened his mouth, and said in a very stiff tone: "No, what kind of monster are you doing?"
Xiang Que has known Lao Tao for twenty-three years. Except for the fact that he didn’t remember much before he was five years old, in the remaining eighteen years, the Lao Tao in his eyes will always have an unchanging attire, a head of sloppy hair, and a greasy look.
The shabby Taoist uniform and mud-covered cloth shoes have not been changed in more than ten years. He is so single-minded that he can be considered outrageous.
The old Taoist dusted off the ashes on the stone with his hands in disgust, sat down carefully, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and said slowly: "I'm going out to find my red sunset."
Xiang Que blinked, and it took him a long time to realize: "What the hell... are you looking for your wife? Where can you find her?"
"Tianshan Jingci Temple," the old Taoist said a little shyly.
"Cough, cough, cough." Xiang Que coughed several times. Feeling that his mouth was a little dry, he picked up the spoon, took a big gulp and rinsed his mouth.
The old Taoist frowned and looked at him and said: "Why don't you pay attention to hygiene? What a bad habit?"
"Didn't I learn all this from you?" Xiang Que glanced at him, swallowed, hesitated for a moment but still asked: "I really went to find a Taoist nun. Is it appropriate for you to do this? Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty.
Are you willing? When you get old, just accumulate some virtue for yourself."
The old Taoist took two mouthfuls of food, then patted his butt and stood up, completely ignoring his words: "Just stay in the view by yourself. I don't know when I will come back. Let's just say goodbye."
······Goodbye, no time to shake hands.”
Seeing the old Taoist figure drifting away, Xiang Que suddenly remembered something. He turned to look at the hall where there was no more candlelight. He pulled his neck and shouted: "No, where are the four life soul lamps?"
"Send it to your uncle. I'm finally free. I'm going to say goodbye to you." The old man walked away and the figure disappeared.
After a long time, Xiang Que took out his cigarette and smoked silently. Xiang Que was very happy that the old Taoist could go out to visit the temple. Except for the time he went to Qilian Mountain in the past twelve years, he had never left the ancient well temple. Wang Baochai had only been working hard for ten years.
Eight years, it is really not easy for a man to guard the Taoist temple for more than ten years.
"I'm really holding it in..." Xiang Que sighed silently: "Go and enjoy your old age."
At the foot of the hill, in Gujing Village, the old Taoist took a donkey from the village chief's house and sat sideways on the donkey's back, holding a whip in his hand.
"I rode a white horse, walked through three passes, changed into plain clothes and left the Central Plains, left the Taoist temples alone and no one cared about me... I just wanted to go to Tianshan Mountain."
The old Taoist waved his whip and shouted: "Haha... the sun sets on the top of the mountain"
Inside the Gujing Temple, Xiang Que stood up, packed up the barrels and placed them in front of the door, then turned around and returned to the Sutra Pavilion.
The dilapidated ancient well has walked away from the old path, and Xiang Que is left. I don’t know how long, but he will also leave.
The ancient well temple is still dilapidated, but the ancient well temple is still the ancient well temple, because Xiang Que is still there, Qi Changqing is still there, the master uncle guards the underworld purgatory, and the old Taoist goes to the west mountain to find his sunset red, what about Xiang Que and Qi Changqing?
For several days, although there was only one person left in the temple, Xiang Que still maintained his biological clock that had not changed for a long time. He got up early to tidy up the courtyard, waited for the villagers to bring food to the mountain, had breakfast, and returned to the Jing Pavilion to read through the notes of those who lived in the ancient well temple.
In the evening, when it was dark and unable to see, Xiang Que undressed and lay on the wicker bed with his eyes closed to meditate.
Get up early and go to bed early.
Four days later, 50% of the books on the top shelf had been read, and Xiang Que had some insights.
Xiang Que didn’t know much about the ancestors of Gujing Guan before. Neither Lao Dao nor his uncle had ever discussed the ancestors of Gujing Guan with Xiang Que. They seemed to be very taboo about it, and he knew very little about it. Previously, even the ancestors of Gujing Guan were
I don't even know the name.
After reading through the notes of predecessors, Xiang Que was greatly shocked.
During the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, floods occurred and people were in dire straits. Mo Qing, the twelfth generation founder of Gujingguan, followed the example of Dayu in controlling floods. He used Feng Shui arrays to change the courses of mountains and rivers and divert water into the sea, so that the raging floods disappeared.
In the fourth year of Yongli reign in the Ming Dynasty, the Fengdu Ghost City was destroyed by evil things. Countless evil spirits appeared, causing harm to people thousands of miles away, and even harming the entire human world. Chaoyang, the 18th generation founder of Gujing Temple, rushed to the Fengdu Ghost City to seal off the ghosts.
During the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a fire in Huangshan Mountain that burned for three days and three nights. The 22nd generation founder of Gujingguan rushed to Huangshan Mountain alone and sealed the fire with a large array to prevent the fire from spreading.
In 1948, the 28th generation Patriarch of Gujingguan went to the capital to organize the National Games Array!
The people who watch the ancient well are like no one before or since. They are compassionate towards heaven and pity people, and they are good at the way of heaven!
Twelve days later, on the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Xiang Que read through the ancient classics of Gujingguan without missing a single page.
At this point, it was time for Xiang Que to leave the mountain again.
One day later, standing in front of the main hall of Gujingguan, Xiang Que looked back and stood there dumbly, not moving for a long time.
When viewing an ancient well, people go and observe the sky.
The old Taoist went to Tianshan, where his uncle was guarding the underworld and purgatory. Qi Changqing was nowhere to be found, and Xiang Que was about to leave at this time.
"I wonder which day the four of us will be able to reunite at the Gujing Temple..." Xiang Que finally carefully cleaned the entire Taoist temple from the inside out, even if the ground in the courtyard was damaged after he left for two days.
It would be covered with dead leaves and dead branches, and in a few days the entire Taoist temple would be covered with a layer of dust. He had to keep the Taoist temple in the cleanest possible condition when he left.
Almost all the men, women, and children in Gujing Village went out and stood on both sides of the village road looking at the figure walking down the hill. That was the last person to come out of Gujing Temple.
"Xiao Xiang, are you leaving like this?" The old village chief smoked his pipe, his face wrinkled.
"I'm gone, but I'm not going back forever." Xiang Que bared his teeth and smiled, waving his hands and saying, "Young and old men, this is my home too. There's no reason not to go home, right?"
"Yes, yes." The villagers nodded repeatedly, and Wang Erniang took out a bag of steamed buns and a pot of water and handed them to Xiang Que.
"Go well, go well"
On the village road, he waved to Que and said goodbye to the villagers.
The old village chief looked at Xiang Que's leaving figure, holding a dry tobacco bag, and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan are filled with dust, and 30 million old Shaanxi people are singing Qin opera... Hold a bowl
His beard was beaming with joy, and he was muttering without putting any spicy food... I hope you will come back to Qinchuan again."
Roar a Qin opera to send people home!
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