I temporarily turned out the Taoist robe at the bottom of the box and put it on the outside. The tattered clothes underneath still had a collar exposed.
Next to the old Taoist is a small Taoist. He does not have a new Taoist robe, but is still wearing a worn-out Taoist robe. He is holding a teapot in his hand. I don’t know whether he is excited or afraid. His body keeps shaking, so that the teapot, lid and body of the teapot in his hand are shaking.
All made a crashing sound.
"I didn't know that the commander-in-chief was coming, but I missed him from afar. Please atone for my sins."
The old Taoist coughed, waved his whisk, and saluted Xiao Pohu again.
Xiao Pohu nodded in return and said: "I'm temporarily borrowing the treasure temple. If it may cause any disturbance, please forgive me, Taoist Master."
"When I came here, I saw the word Qingfeng written on the Taoist temple. I guess this is Qingfeng Temple. I don't know what it is called."
The old Taoist hurriedly smiled and said: "The Taoist name of the poor Taoist is the word Qingfeng."
"It turns out to be Taoist Master Qingfeng." Xiao Pohu looked around and said with a smile: "Taoist priest and Taoist temple go well with the word Qingfeng. It's really a breeze on both sleeves."
"If the Taoist priest doesn't mind, after I return, I can donate a sum of money in my own name for the Taoist priest to renovate the Taoist temple."
Taoist priest Qingfeng's eyes were filled with joy, but he hesitated and couldn't help but smile and said: "Thank you so much, Marshal, for your kindness. However, monks regard money as something external to themselves, so there is no need to donate money."
"The old Taoist has a heartfelt invitation. Since we are destined to meet each other, it is not only the commander-in-chief and the old Taoist who have a predestined relationship, but also some fate with this Taoist temple."
"In this case, why not ask the commander to leave a calligraphy treasure for this Taoist temple?"
The old Taoist knows very well that if you give some money, it will be spent quickly. It is not as economical as a pair of calligraphy treasures.
The main reason is that he knows that a hard-blooded military man like Xiao Pohu cannot afford much money. For personal donations, one hundred thousand yuan is a ceiling.
In comparison, a piece of calligraphy by Dashuai Xiao is worth more than 100,000, right?
Xiao Pohu said with a smile: "I'm a rough man who wields swords and guns, and I'm not very good at writing. It's an eyesore, so forget it."
The old Taoist said seriously: "No!"
"The commander-in-chief doesn't know that the word "youdao" is just like the person he is. A peddler and a pawn have the charm of a peddler and a pawn, and a high-ranking official in a temple has the demeanor of a high-ranking official in the temple."
"If a commander is galloping across the battlefield to defend his country, his momentum should be like a rainbow, spreading thousands of miles."
"Commander, don't think so much, just follow the artistic conception in your heart and do it with one wave."
With that said, without waiting for Xiao Pohu to refuse, he ordered: "Tong'er, why don't you hurry up and serve me with pen and ink!"
The little Taoist boy, who was dressed in tatters and had a sallow face, quickly put down the teapot, ran inside, and brought out the Four Treasures of the Study on a small plate.
To be honest, Xiao Pohu usually doesn't like these formal things. As a tough and powerful person, he, like many generals, feels that empty talk harms the country.
Many so-called celebrities are just fishing for fame.
But today, I was moved by the old Taoist's sweet words. In addition, I have been depressed recently and have nowhere to vent. So I no longer refuse.
He picked up the langhao and said in a deep voice: "Where to write? What to write?"
The old Taoist hurriedly cleared the table in front of him and spread out a piece of rice paper. The Taoist temple was so dilapidated, and both the old Taoist and the small Taoist were wearing tatters. Unexpectedly, the rice paper was brand new.
It seems that this old Taoist is also an elegant person. He would rather skip a meal and wear less clothes than discount pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
"It doesn't matter what you write, it all depends on the commander-in-chief's will."
"Commander, what words are in your heart right now?"
"The words in my heart..." Xiao Pohu pondered for a moment and said loudly: "Qingfeng Suzha, go to hell!"