"After I came out of that place, the more I thought about it, the more amazing it became. When I wanted to go back again, I searched for a full month, but I couldn't find the way back. It seemed like there were obstacles all around, blocking people's way.
Therefore, I gave up..." Yuqing replied.
"So strange? How did you find the group of tomb robbers who led you to track them down?" Yang Zimei asked.
"I remember that they seemed to be holding something in their hands to guide the way. Maybe those things were the key to breaking the blind formation." Yuqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "I remembered, the one they were leading the way.
Things are similar to this mahogany sign."
"Well?"
Yang Zimei responded slightly. It seemed that if he wanted to find the tomb in the future, he would have to rely on this peach wood sign.
I just don’t understand why this mahogany sign is hidden in this Japanese wooden box?
This wooden box should have been obtained by Grandpa Yue Qing from the Japanese.
Maybe the secret inside it was never solved when he was alive, so he would often come out with this wooden box to observe.
"Niuniu, please put this mahogany sign and map away. When you are free in the future, you and your man can go and have a look. Maybe you will gain a lot," Yuqing said.
"Yeah." Yang Zimei nodded.
"By the way, if you meet that snake again, remember not to kill it, it has spirituality." Yuqing warned.
Yang Zimei thought of the poisonous snakes summoned by the ghost descending master again, and his hair stood on end.
Even if she is spiritual, it would be better for her not to encounter snakes again.
Of course, just as the snake does not attack her, she will not commit murder.
All living beings have spirits, even a snake is still alive, and she will not kill it casually.
Yang Zimei wrapped the mahogany tablets in yellow silk cloth and did not put them in the wooden box, but in the bag she carries with her to hold various magical instruments.
Re-close the wooden box according to the number of plum blossoms and put it into the bag.
*
Yuqing took Yuzhenzi and Yang Zimei to a ruined temple on the mountain.
There is only one temple priest in this ruined temple. He is about eighty years old. He has dim eyesight and a bent back. He is completely different from the immortal Yuqing.
Hearing Yuqing's request to stay for a few days, Miao Zhu did not refuse, but said in a vague tone: "Shouldn't Taoist priests live in Taoist temples? Why are we running around our ruined Buddhist temple?"
Since ancient times, as the two major religions in China, Taoism and Buddhism, although they are not incompatible, they have always been in harmony with each other.
When Buddhism rises, Taoism will inevitably decline.
When Taoism rises, Buddhism will decline.
Yuqing did not have such a strong concept of family, and neither did Miao Zhu. Therefore, everyone lived in peace and harmony.
Miao Zhu took out the tofu he made himself to entertain everyone.
This tofu is made from the sweetest spring water in the mountain and pure natural soybean raw materials. In addition, it is cooked by Yuqing, a super vegetarian chef. Whether it is fried, simmered, boiled or fried, it can be made in any way.
It was so delicious that Yang Zimei was so excited to eat it.
As she ate, she thought that Master's deadline was coming soon and she would never have the chance to eat the vegetarian dishes made by Master. She couldn't help but burst into tears.
"What a silly girl, you are so moved even after eating tofu." Yuqing naturally saw her sadness and said half lovingly and half angrily.
Yang Zimei did not dare to raise her teary eyes to look at Master, fearing that she would be even more sad when she saw his loving face. She could only lower her head and keep picking up the rice grains in the bowl.
"It seems that next time I will be the one to cook instead of uncle. Junior nephew, if you have eaten the food I cook, you will definitely be addicted." Yu Zhenzi said, waving chopsticks with one hand.
"I don't believe it." Yang Zimei said deliberately.
"If you don't believe me, I'm sorry! Do you know what my profession was before I became a Taoist priest?"
"Could it be the chef?" Yang Zimei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and rolled his eyes at his uncle.
"You guessed it right, and he was also the imperial chef. He used to cook for leaders, hehe." Yu Zhenzi boasted.
Yang Zimei smiled faintly, she really didn't believe what Yu Zhenzi said, but chatting with him diluted a lot of her sadness and made her look good again.