The driver closed the window and said to Yun Qiuce in the back seat: "Master, Master Xuankong from Yuqingguan is going out on a tour, and all the wealthy people in the capital are rushing over to show their courtesy..."
"I have ears myself." Yun Qiuce interrupted him rudely.
"oh."
The driver was a talker and couldn't stop talking. After a while, he said to himself: "The temple owner of Yuqing Temple is Taoist Wuyou. When I took the young lady up the mountain a few years ago, Taoist Wuyou was about fifty."
Next year, Master Xuankong sounds more powerful than Taoist Master Wuyou, and he will probably be an old man in his seventies or eighties..."
Yun Qiuce couldn't do anything about the driver's mouth. He couldn't find a needle to sew it up, so he could only listen with an unhappy face.
However, an old man in his seventies or eighties with an immortal spirit appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Strangely, the Yun family is a serious Xuanmen family. Although most of his generation have changed careers, they still have a status in Xuanmen.
If Master Xuankong is so powerful, how come the Yun family has never heard of his name.
He's not a liar, is he?
The courtyard was full of people.
The young disciples of Yuqingguan were busy distributing big cattail fans and tea to the guests.
"Yes," a woman in a luxurious silk dress stood up and said sincerely: "Master Xuankong saved my son and is a great benefactor to our family. Taoist Master Wuyou has asked us to meet him once, just once.
, I am willing to build another Taoist temple."
The weather was hot, and the guests didn't care about anything. They just sat in the shade of the trees, shaking their cattail fans crazily and drinking a big bowl of tea. Looking around, it looked like villagers in a certain village gathered together and waited for a meal.
Taoist priest Wuyou looked at the scene in front of him, shook his head helplessly and sighed, walked forward and said with cupped hands: "Everyone, thanks for your hard work, you came to Yuqing Temple in the hot summer, but Master Xuankong did not show up to see the guests as usual, you all have a good rest.
Yes, you can leave on your own."
"I build water pipes for the Taoist temple."
In the backyard of Yuqingguan, the old locust tree sprinkles a large area of coolness. Yun Qi is wearing a colorful long dress. If you look closely, the long dress is made up of long pieces of rags. Although it smells like rags, it still feels like rags.
It unexpectedly fits the current lazy and casual aesthetic style.
"I will pay to renovate all the wings of the Taoist temple."
Taoist priest Wuyou was mixed with joy and sorrow. He pulled the eldest disciple aside and asked, "You said if I held a meeting, VIP system, swiping a card to enter the venue, what would your junior sister think?"
"Then I will build a few more toilets in the temple."
"I don't know what junior sister is thinking, but I know she will beat you to death first." The eldest disciple's face was honest and honest.
Everyone was noisy and competing with each other.
In order not to be beaten to death by his young apprentice, he decided to give up this idea and persuaded everyone earnestly.
Taoist Wuyou stroked his beard and thought about it, this is the truth.
…
A middle-aged man wearing a brand-name shirt and a general belly stood up, shaking a cattail leaf fan, "Taoist Master, please let us meet. Everyone here has been taught by Master Xuankong. Now he is going down the mountain, we
They all want to say thank you in person."
At this time, he was squatting on the ground in a small ball, placing an eight-legged spider in his palm on the ground, and patted the spider's back soothingly with his white and tender hands.
The eight-legged spider looked fierce, but when touched by the little hand, it trembled visibly.
"Be good from now on and stop scaring people. When I come back and find you dishonest, I will punish you by eating vegetables and leaves every day."
The eight-legged spider shuddered, flipped its eight legs upside down, and quickly burrowed into the grass.
