Looking at the bowl of medicine held by Wei Ping in both hands, he saw that he had been drinking traditional Chinese medicine recently because he was not in good health.
"A little hot..."
Wei Ping watched his master drink the medicinal soup in one gulp. After Duan Wuyu finished drinking, he gave the bowl to him and asked, "Uncle Chang, are you up?"
Wei Ping smiled slightly and said, "I have asked Junior Brother Zeng to invite Senior Uncle Chang to have breakfast in the dining hall later."
"Okay, let's go there together."
Duan Wuyu walked out of the small gate of the courtyard and headed towards the small courtyard where Chang Wude lived. Wei Ping followed and said: "By the way, Master, Uncle Sima called me last night. He said he would be back this afternoon to arrange an ancestor worship ceremony."
site."
Duan Wuyu pointed at him with a thin finger and said: "You have to help your Uncle Sima with the arrangement of the venue. This is a grand ceremony held once every ten years in our Taoist temple. I have sent invitations to the heads of other sects and will meet at that time.
There are a lot of people coming to attend, so you have to be more careful about entertaining and not neglect it, you know."
"Yes, don't worry, Master, I will make arrangements."
Wei Ping nodded and smiled.
"Okay, you don't have to follow me anymore, go and do your work."
Duan Wuyu waved his hand and went to find Chang Wude alone.
"Okay Master."
Wei Ping stopped and watched the master's slender figure slowly leave. His slender red phoenix eyes narrowed slightly and flashed a sinister light...
"Junior Brother Wan, Junior Sister Nolan, let me take you to the back mountain to have a look."
After breakfast in the dining hall, Li Zihang took Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan out, walked through the backyard of the Taoist temple, and looked at the mountain trails. There were also many buildings built in the mountains. "Those are all Sima
My uncle built it a few years ago."
"oh."
Wan Yunting came to the guardrail on the side of the mountain and saw that the trees and mountains below were covered with snow. The scenery was very beautiful, giving people a sense of majesty and great rivers and mountains.
"If we go, the scenery on the mountain will be more beautiful, and we can also see the Kunlun Mountains behind."
As he said this, Li Zihang continued to take them to climb Wuliang Mountain, because Wuliang Taoist Temple was only built halfway up the mountain, and it would take more than an hour to climb to the top of Wuliang Mountain.
"This back mountain is not open to the public. Only disciples of our Taoist temple can come."
Li Zihang led them as they climbed the only bluestone staircase up the mountain. There was snow and smooth moss on it, which showed that this trail had been wasted for hundreds of years.
"Why is it open to the outside world?"
Wan Yunting asked curiously.
"Because the back mountain is the tomb of our ancestors, it is not open to the public."
Li Zihang turned to them and said.
"I see."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile and said, "Then can we go and pay homage to the ancestors of past generations?"
"Okay, it just so happens that I'm going to visit Master Gui, so I'll take you to see him."
Li Zihang smiled.
"Ghost Master?"
Hearing this title, Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan looked dumbfounded. Li Zihang said with a bad smile: "You will know when we get there. Let's go quickly."
Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan followed Li Zihang and accelerated their pace. The three of them chatted while going up the stairs. They looked at the trees around them covered with snow. They even encountered little squirrels several times, jumping around in the treetops and grass. They looked like
It was so cute that Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan took out their mobile phones and couldn't help but take pictures all the way up the mountain...
When we were about to reach the top of the mountain, there was a fork in front. A bluestone road led to the left side of Wuliang Mountain. Li Zihang called out: "Junior Brother Wan, over there is the tomb where the ancestors of all generations are buried. I will take you there to see it first."
look."
"good."
Wan Yunting nodded, and Kang Nolan followed Li Zihang and said, "You didn't tell us before you came so we could bring some incense candles."
Li Zihang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the ghost is there."
Seeing this, Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan followed Li Zihang, walking on this winding bluestone path that went up and down. The width could only accommodate two people running parallel to each other. In some places, there were even cliffs and there were no roads.
Guardrail, so Wan Yunting pulled Connolan from time to time and asked her to pay more attention to her steps...
"We're almost there, it's just ahead."
Li Zihang pointed forward, Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan glanced at it. The three of them quickened their steps and saw that a large space had been cut out on the cliff. Then they saw inside.
It was a long stone platform with many offerings placed on it.
There are nine levels on the entire stone wall inside. There is one spiritual tablet on the top level, three spiritual tablets on the eighth level, six on the seventh level, and more and more as you go down...
It can be seen that Wuliang Taoism started with one founder, then three people in the second generation, and then six people in the fourth generation. As time goes by, Wuliang Taoism has more and more disciples, and its disciples are prosperous.
"Junior Brother Wan, Junior Sister Nolan, these are the spiritual thrones of our ancestors of the Wuliang Taoist Temple."
Li Zihang said.
Wan Yunting nodded and looked up at the spiritual tablet on the ninth floor. It was written in traditional Chinese characters. Due to the age, the handwriting was a little unclear, but Wan Yunting could still make out the words Qiu Xuan!
"Master Gui, Master Gui, are you in there?"
On the right side of the tomb is a stone door with a height of only 1.6 meters, and a dirty door curtain. Li Zihang did not dare to go in. After shouting at the door twice, the door curtain was opened, and he saw only one person.
An old man with gray hair and a yellow face came out. He was wearing a black monk's robe. He was very thin and old.
Especially the old man's sharp eyes with sunken eye sockets. When he raised his eyes and glanced at Wan Yunting, his heart suddenly shook. He felt that the old man's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through his own heart.
, which made him fearful, lowered his posture and maintained a respectful posture.
"Master Gui, have you had breakfast?"
Li Zihang went up to help the old man and asked with a smile.
"Um…"
The old man who was called Ghost Master didn't look like the master of the temple, Duan Wuyu, who gave people a sense of immortality. He was more like an ordinary old man living in seclusion in the mountains. He pointed at Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan,
He scolded Li Zihang and said, "Why did you bring outsiders here? Don't you know the Taoist rules? Take them out."
The old man suddenly became angry, which shocked Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan. Li Zihang said quickly: "Master Gui, don't be angry. They are not outsiders. They are the direct disciples of Uncle Chang."
Mr. Gui's wrinkled old face was startled, and Li Zihang said: "It's my master's junior brother Chang Wude. This time my senior sister and I invited him back."
"Huh, it turns out it's him."
The ghost master seemed to have opened up his long-lost memory, then he came to a nearby chair and sat down and said, "Then why don't you come up and see if this old man like me is dead?"
"Oh my god, look at what you said."
Li Zihang knelt down, half-kneeling on the ground like a grandson, put his hands on Master Gui's legs and said with a smile, "Maybe Uncle Chang will come up to see you later."
"Bullshit."
Master Gui took out a dry tobacco pipe from his black monk's robe. There was a tobacco bag attached to the pipe. He slowly opened the pipe and took out some shredded tobacco and pressed it into the pot of the pipe. Li Zihang immediately picked up a tobacco bag on the stone platform next to him.
He took out a box of matches, took out a Zhuan, and personally lit a cigarette for Mr. Gui...
Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan stood in front of them, watching the scene honestly without saying a word.
The ghost master took two puffs of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and then said: "Back then, that brat left the school without permission for a wife. More than forty years have passed in the blink of an eye. If he had
If you have any conscience, you should come back as soon as possible."
Li Zihang didn't dare to accept this statement.
Master Gui raised his eyes, looked at Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan, and said, "Are you both his disciples?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting nodded, then lowered his head to Kang Nolan and greeted with a smile: "Hello, senior..."
"snort."
Master Gui snorted, turned to Li Zihang and asked, "Are you the only one who comes back, Master Chang?"
Has your uncle Gongsun Xiuliang come back?"
Li Zihang's expression was startled. He turned to look at Wan Yunting and said, "Master Gui, Master Gongsun is no longer alive!"
"What?"
These words made Master Gui's squinted old eyes widen in an instant. He turned to look directly at Li Zihang beside him. He was so frightened that he plopped down and knelt down on his knees. Master Gui couldn't believe it, "You said he was dead?"
Not to mention Li Zihang, even Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan felt at this moment that the ghost master's thin body released a powerful aura, like a huge stone pressing in their hearts, making them feel oppressed and a little breathless.
The feeling of being angry.
"Uncle Chang said that..."
Li Zihang was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Go and call Chang Wude. I want to ask him face to face how Xiu Liang died."
The ghost master's old face was terrifyingly gloomy, his old eyes widened, and he shouted sternly.
"Uncle Grandmaster..."
Then he saw Duan Wuyu, the master of the temple, coming with Chang Wude and Yang Jingyi. Chang Wude walked up quickly, knelt down directly in front of Master Gui, kowtowed and shouted: "Uncle Grandmaster, I, Chang Wude, have come back to visit you."
"Chang Wude, you still have the nerve to come back."
Master Gui glared at him and scolded him sternly.
"Uncle Grandmaster, please calm down. I really have no shame in coming back. Please punish me, Uncle Grandmaster."
Chang Wude put his forehead on the ground to apologize.
Master Gui pointed his pipe at him and asked sternly: "I want to ask you, is Xiu Liang really dead?"
"Yes."
Chang Wude still didn't get up and said through gritted teeth.
"Why, how could he die before this old guy like me..."
Master Gui was sure that Gongsun Xiuliang was really dead, and his old eyes suddenly burst into tears, and his thin body was trembling under the generous Taoist robe.
Chang Wude, who was kneeling in front of him, and Duan Wuyu, who was standing aside, looked sad and sighed slightly. They obviously knew what position Gongsun Xiuliang held in Master Gui's heart!