The young Taoist Qingyang left the city and walked along the main road for a while. When he encountered a fork in the road, he walked towards a group of rolling hills. After walking for more than half an hour, he walked around a valley and climbed up from the back.
Halfway up the mountain, I saw a dilapidated small Taoist temple in the distance.
The Taoist temple is extremely dilapidated. I don’t know how many years have passed. Rotten beams, rotten tiles, broken bricks, and signs of repair can be seen everywhere, as if it could collapse at any time. The small Taoist temple is also really small, only two or three feet in diameter, even
There wasn't even a yard, the main hall was right at the entrance, and there was only a little free space in the corners on both sides of the main hall, where they usually rested.
The main hall was empty. You could see to the edge at a glance. Master Songhe, the old Taoist priest, didn't know where he had gone. Qingyang was confused when suddenly an old voice said: "Little Zamao, why are you back at this time? Do you want to be hungry?"
Are you going to kill me?"
Qingyang followed the voice and came to the back of the Taoist temple. He saw a sloppy old Taoist priest lying on his side on the rocks under a crooked-necked tree. The old Taoist priest had white beard and hair, and wore a shabby Taoist robe. He was thin and had a pale face.
Ruddy, with one hand combing his beard and the other pillowed behind his head, if you don't take into account the sloppy clothes, he can be regarded as a child with white hair.
This old Taoist priest is none other than Master Songhe, the master of the little Taoist priest Qingyang. There is a huge wine gourd next to the old Taoist. When he sniffs, there is a faint smell of wine floating around. I don’t know if the master has drunk it.
At some point, he was already drunk and hazy before noon.
Seeing the carefree look of the old Taoist priest, Qingyang was immediately filled with grievances and said: "You say I am a little bastard, but what are you, master? I work hard to make money outside, and you are lying at home leisurely.
You're drinking, and I have to cook for you when I come back? Is there any justice?"
The old Taoist priest Songhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "I am your master. It is natural for a disciple to serve his master. I have worked so hard to bring you up, just for today? Do you think I, Master Songhe, need to do the cooking myself?
Can’t make it?”
However, the little Taoist priest Qingyang snorted coldly and said: "I'm afraid this is the reason why you tricked me into going up the mountain in the first place, right? Old liar! If it weren't for you, I might be sitting in the Gongyuan of Xiping Mansion taking the exam now. If I were lucky,
Even better, if you get into high school in one fell swoop and have a bright future in promotion and wealth in the rest of your life, it’s better than living in the mountains with clay and wood carvings.”
Hearing Qingyang's words, the old Taoist priest Song He suddenly raised his white eyebrows and said angrily: "You ungrateful little bastard, if I hadn't brought you up the mountain, Master, you would have been scolded by your harsh words."
My sister-in-law is starving to death."
Qingyang called Songhe an old liar, and he was not wronged at all. This old Taoist priest Songhe had cheated, cheated, drank, gambled, and stolen when he was young. What kind of bad things had he never done? Otherwise, Qingyang wouldn't have learned that.
A skillful hand and an empty hand.
Of course, Songhe did not rely on these skills to bully ordinary people. These are just his means of self-protection. The world is dangerous and survival is difficult. Without any means to defend himself, how could the old Taoist Songhe live peacefully?
Until now?
However, the words of the young Taoist Qingyang are not wrong. He was indeed transferred from the mountain by Songhe ten years ago. Qingyang originally lived in a small town below Xiping Prefecture, and his family was fairly well-off. After his parents passed away, he followed his brother
It's a pity that my brother and sister-in-law are not virtuous, and they suffered a lot when they were only five or six years old. Beatings and starvation were commonplace.
Under normal circumstances, Qingyang didn't know whether he would survive to adulthood. Later, he happened to be met by Songhe who was traveling there. Seeing how pitiful he was, he used a bunch of candied haws to carry Qingyang to the mountain.
Although Songhe carried Qingyang up the mountain, he still saved his life. Qingyang could not argue, so he said angrily: "You lied to me first. At first, you said that you were the descendant of the gods. There are many immortals who have become immortals."
With your own methods of cultivating immortals, you can become an immortal master that everyone admires, so I followed you up the mountain. But what have you taught me over the years? They are all tricks of deception. What are you if you are not an old liar?"
After being exposed by his apprentice, Song He blushed and said, "Isn't cheating and kidnapping a skill? If you learn how to do it, you can still support your family."
"Anyway, you lied to me." The little Taoist priest Qingyang was still dissatisfied.
"You can't blame me entirely. My master deceived me in this way at the beginning. Now that our Taoist temple has been spread, we only have these deception methods. If I don't spread it to you, why are you spreading it?"
Old Taoist Songhe first expressed his grievances, and then said: "Master Taoist, I have passed on all my skills to you. Now all that is left is Po Tao Temple and this wine gourd next to me. You can take whatever you like? This
The wine gourd is the token of the leader of our Taoist temple, and it is said to be a great treasure. I will pass it on to you today, and maybe you can research it one day in the future."
Qingyang has studied the wine gourd countless times since he was a child, but he has never found anything special about him. Hearing what his master said, he curled his lips and said, "You are trying to trick me with that broken gourd again. Who are you?"
As for the letter, you should continue to hold it and pretend to be a bartender."
Seeing that Qingyang was not fooled, Songhe picked up the wine gourd, drank a sip of wine for himself, and said with a smile: "If you don't want it, forget it, I will keep drinking. Little bastard, why don't you hurry up and cook? Master Dao
I'm almost starving to death, and I've wasted half a day here with you."
The two people just had a habitual quarrel, and they would not become angry because they were called a bastard or an old liar. The two of them have been dependent on each other for nearly ten years, and their relationship is very deep. They have long since surpassed the relationship between master and disciple. They talk about each other.
It is not an exaggeration to say that they are father and son.
Not only Master Songhe was hungry, but Qingyang was also hungry. The little dry food he brought with him when he entered the city was all eaten up last night. After traveling all morning, he was already hungry.
Qingyang had no choice but to curl his lips at Songhe, then turned around and entered the Taoist temple to prepare lunch.
Qingyang and Songhe's lunch was very simple. They simply cooked some brown rice and served it with a small plate of pickled vegetables. Qingyang prepared the rice and then said to the back: "Old liar, it's time to eat."
"Master, my legs are numb from lying down, please bring me some food," Song He said.
Qingyang could only obey the master's instructions. He filled a bowl of rice and carried it to the back of the Taoist temple. As he walked, he murmured in a low voice: "You are really good at summoning people. Let me bring the rice to you now. If you don't do it in the future,
I know how to move, but I still don’t know how to serve."
Song He seemed to have a good ear and continued: "You are the disciple and I am the master. Just wait and see. When you become the master one day, you can also command him vigorously."
"Hmph, then I will recruit a few more apprentices, at least four or five. One will beat his legs, one will fan himself, one will pour tea, and one will serve the meal. I will envy you to death," Qingyang said.