Several people passed by the stalls and found that most of the stalls sold ordinary handicrafts, not many snacks and drinks. At this time, the country was in difficulty and supplies were scarce. Those were all rare items, and some were bought from the masters of Maoshan Mountain.
The treasures that had been treated with magic were sold to the outside world, which made Feng Yi burst into laughter.
Can Maoshan still cast spells on Bodhisattvas and Buddhas?
If anyone believes it, I am afraid that he is not a stick and deserves to be deceived.
Fortunately, these things are not expensive to sell, and Feng Yi doesn't bother to take care of them. Counterfeiting will not be eliminated as long as there are benefits. I think the disciples in the sect have realized that it is difficult to completely control it and have to let it go.
Ren Zhuzhu was very happy. She looked here and there and kept asking questions. The stall owners were very happy and enthusiastic. In the end, this beautiful girl just asked briefly and had no intention of paying.
"Are you not interested in so many things?"
Ren Tingting looked funny and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"I like the excitement, but I'm not stupid. Sister Tingting, what can I do with these things?"
Ren Zhuzhu said with a smile.
"You are the only one who is smart."
Ren Tingting nodded her head a few times and smiled.
When we came to Maoshan, everyone was in a good mood and their smiles increased a lot.
"Okay, don't disturb other people's business, it's time to go up the mountain."
Feng Yi saw that he was almost done shopping and reminded him.
"Well, let's go, brother-in-law."
Ren Zhuzhu said obediently.
Among the others, Ren Jingjing's mood was different. She didn't have a smile on her face, and her eyes looked towards the mountain from time to time, looking expectant but not daring.
"Master Ikkyu passed away here. He died heroically and deservedly. As his disciple, you should not have such a heavy psychological burden."
Feng Yi guessed it and stepped forward to persuade him softly.
Ren Jingjing sighed quietly: "As an apprentice, I have never come to pay homage to his old man in so many years, and I feel very guilty."
"There are some things that don't need to be done. Just keep them in mind. I know you have never forgotten it. If Master Yixiu is alive in heaven, I won't blame you."
Feng Yi said slowly: "I was not able to participate in that battle, and I didn't even see them for the last time. How could I come back?"
"Um."
Ren nodded quietly, feeling better.
Under the leadership of Feng Yi, several people came to the foot of Maoshan Mountain. In the past, the door was closed and no one was allowed in or out. Today, the door is open, allowing tourists to play.
This is a change and an open mind.
However, there are still two disciples at the foot of the mountain maintaining order. Judging from the Taoist uniforms they are wearing, they are not even from the generation of He.
It seems that Maoshan has hired new people again.
The two little Taoist priests had already noticed Feng Yi's small group. They were like no other, handsome men and women, with extraordinary bearing. Moreover, Feng Yi was wearing a white robe, and the breeze blew by, making him look like a fairy.
"Senior brother, this person seems a bit familiar."
A thinner little Taoist priest leaned into the ear of another little Taoist priest and said.
"I also thought he looked familiar, but I didn't expect you to feel the same way."
The taller little Taoist priest looked at him carefully for a while and suddenly his face changed slightly: "Do you think he looks a bit like the man hanging in the hall?"
"who?"
The thin Taoist priest looked carefully at Feng Yi and said in surprise: "He, he is our head teacher!"
"Headmaster?"
Taoist priest Gao Xiao turned his head and opened his mouth wide: "It's really the master, the master is back!"
Both of them are new Taoist priests and have never seen Feng Yi's true face, but Feng Yi's portrait is placed in the main hall. Looking at it every day, they naturally feel familiar.
The two people hurriedly took a few steps forward and saluted respectfully: "Disciple, Bell Tower, Bell Pavilion, pay homage to the Master."
"Um?"
Feng Yi was a little stunned. He was not surprised to be recognized. He didn't expect that he was already a master!
"Feng Yi, in terms of age, you are almost sixty years old now. It is normal to be a master."
Ren Tingting pursed her lips and reminded in a low voice from behind.
"I got it, you fifty-year-old old woman."
Feng Yi deliberately teased Ren Tingting. Seeing her angry look, he quickly turned his head and said seriously: "Are you disciples of the Zhong generation?"
The other party did not deny it, which meant that he was right. The two young Taoist priests of Zhong generation breathed a long sigh of relief. Zhongta cupped his hands and said: "Master, He Lai is our master."
"Um."
Feng nodded and once again lamented the ruthlessness of time. When Chu Jianhe came, he was still an arrogant and self-righteous young Taoist priest, but now he has begun to accept disciples.
It seems that they are the only ones who have not suffered the erosion of time.
But they are destined to watch these people leave one after another before them.
Sighing silently in his heart, Feng Yi said: "Is the deputy headmaster here?"
"Here, except for Master He Bing who is taking his disciples out, everyone else is in the sect."
"good."
Feng Yi made a gesture and stepped forward. Bell Tower took the first step and said: "Master, please go slowly. Disciples will go up first to report."
"No need to..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhongta had already hurriedly ran up the steps. Looking at his strong back, Feng Yi nodded with satisfaction. This group of new disciples have good qualifications, and it can be seen that their basic skills are also very solid. Without him
, the Maoshan sect is still running smoothly.
"The teacher-in-charge is back, the teacher-in-charge is back!"
Just after taking two steps, the bell tower's energetic and excited voice came from the top, which attracted the attention of the mountaineers. However, after looking around, there was no one who fit the image of an accomplished person in their minds.
Their leader can't be this young man who looks to be in his early twenties, right?
This is the Maoshan sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. What a joke!
"You can continue patrolling here, you are doing well."
Feng Yi complimented Zhong Ting, and Zhong Ting hurriedly saluted and said, "Thank you, Mr. Master, for the compliment."
"Come on, let's go up too."
Feng Benben wanted to come back quietly, but now it seems that this idea has been shattered. By then, I am afraid that all the disciples will be out in force to welcome them.
"Um."
I haven't been back for a few years, and Maoshan School has changed a lot compared to back then. The broken stones have been replaced with new ones, and the destroyed vegetation has been replanted. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant everywhere, and the air is fresh. It's very much like Feng Yi's first return.
The grand occasion of Maoshan.
However, those who sacrificed and the blood stains that were cleaned up did not leave, but stayed with Maoshan.
When he reached three-quarters of the way, Feng Yi suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Ren Jingjing: "Back then, Master Yixiu passed away here, and next to him was Uncle Shimu. They fought for their entire lives, and when they died
We haven’t separated either, I’m afraid we will continue to be entangled.”
Ren Jingjing's eyes turned red when she heard this, and she immediately knelt down on the ground and cried: "Master, this disciple is unfilial. I only came to see you today. You have a soul in heaven, so don't blame this disciple."
Ren Tingting and Ren Zhuzhu then knelt down next to Ren Jingjing, crying and saying nothing.
