Xukong picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and said, "I'm not young anymore. I'll be eighteen after the New Year."
Wenxuan chuckled, "Master, I'm still a baby at Eighteen."
Xukong's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at him sideways, saying quietly, "I think if you play with your phone less, you'll be able to get your bearings."
Wenxuan's heart tightened, his eyes flickered, and his expression began to look a little unnatural.
He knew his master quite well. Since he suddenly mentioned this, it was probably because he saw the mobile phone in his hand.
Wenxuan pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly, but he still had a glimmer of hope that Xukong hadn't seen it, so he responded, "Master, you're right, I really should play with my phone less."
Xukong put down the teacup in his hand, and the bottom of the ceramic cup made a crisp sound when it touched the stone table.
The sound was not loud, but it made Wenxuan feel inexplicably uneasy.
Xukong raised the corner of his eye and looked at him with a smile, "You've been holding it for so long, your hands must be sore. Hand it over."
Wenxuan's fair baby face fell instantly. Sure enough, his master saw it all.
He took out his hands from behind his back and placed the phone on the stone table in front of him. His head almost dropped to his chest as he muttered, "Master... I was wrong..."
Xukong glanced at the phone on the table and asked, "Tell me, which one is this?"
Wenxuan wrung his hands, "The third one..."
"Where does the money come from this time?" asked Xukong.
"The remaining money from purchases, and my own remaining pocket money..." Wenxuan said truthfully.
"I'll tell Qinghe that you don't have to go down the mountain to purchase talismans anymore. Just stay in the temple and draw talismans for me." Xukong said, "And I'll return this phone to you when you've mastered the art of drawing talismans."
"......" Wenxuan felt hopeless, as if the sky had fallen. He couldn't even go down the mountain.
Jingchen listened to the conversation between the two, a glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Brother, how about you let me keep this phone for now."
"Hmm?" Xukong turned to look at him and said in surprise, "Junior brother, what do you want this for?"
"I think this thing is novel. Although I don't need it, seeing that Wenxuan loves to play with it so much, I would like to study it and see what kind of magic attracts him." Jingchen said with a smile.
Xukong nodded without giving it much thought, "Okay, take it."
He stood up from the stone bench and continued, "Junior brother, let's stop playing chess today. Please help me guide this kid Wen Wenxuan."
Jingchen also stood up and said, "Okay, don't worry, Senior Brother."
......
After Xukong walked away, Jingchen withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Wenxuan standing next to him, "Wenxuan, was it that person who contacted you?"
"Yes, Uncle Master." Wenxuan nodded. "He said he's recovered and can meet us. I made an appointment with him to meet tomorrow, so I came to ask you, Uncle Master, where we're going to meet tomorrow."
Jingchen sat down again, his eyes fell on the phone on the table, and he raised his chin slightly. "Send him a message and tell him to meet at the foot of the mountain at ten o'clock this morning."
"Ah? At the foot of the mountain?" Wenxuan paused as he picked up the phone. "Uncle Master, aren't we meeting downtown?"
"You can't go down the mountain, so why go downtown?" Jingchen said, "Besides, he should have a car, so it would be convenient for him to come and see us."
Wenxuan curled his lips. Yes, he couldn’t go down the mountain now, so he naturally couldn’t go to meet people with his uncle tomorrow.
"Okay, I'll tell him."
Wenxuan looked down at the phone screen, clicked into the chat interface with Lao Pan, and sent him a message.
After seeing that Lao Pan agreed, he looked up at Jing Chen and said, "Uncle Master, it's OK."
Jingchen's eyes moved slightly, "Yeah, okay."
Wenxuan glanced at the phone in his hand, coughed lightly, and hesitated to say, "Um...Uncle Master...this phone..."
Jing Chen knew what he was trying to say, "I'll keep it for you first, and return it to you in a couple of days when the storm has died down."
Wenxuan's eyes lit up, and his mood instantly improved, "Hey, uncle-master, you're the best~"
Jingchen picked up the teacup and took a leisurely sip, then slowly said, "Alright, let's start drawing the talisman. Go get the tools. I promised to teach you."
Wenxuan: “…”
As expected, he was still naive. He originally thought that Uncle Jingchen was just talking, but he didn't expect that he was serious. o(╥﹏╥)o
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The next day.
Lao Pan followed the navigation and drove to the foot of Baiyun Temple.
Looking around, there were people everywhere at the main entrance not far away, either taking tourist photos or heading up the mountain.
After getting off the car, Lao Pan came to the entrance with his mobile phone.
He looked around and didn't see the person in Taoist robes he imagined. Then he looked down at his phone, found Wenxuan's WeChat, and sent him a message.
"Young Taoist Priest, I'm already at the foot of the mountain, right at the main entrance. Has your uncle arrived yet?"
Wenxuan: [Wait a moment.]
Lao Pan: [Okay.]
Afraid that the other party wouldn’t be able to find him, he thought about it and sent another message.
I'm wearing a black jacket and black pants.
Seeing that Wenxuan did not reply, Lao Pan put away his phone, stood aside, and looked at the steps leading to the mountain, thinking that the other party should come down from here.
At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from my ear, "Hello."
Upon hearing this, Old Pan turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that there was someone standing behind him.
“!!!”
Old Pan was startled when he saw this and subconsciously took two steps back.
He patted his chest, his eyes falling on the Taoist robes the man was wearing, and asked hesitantly, "Are you the...uncle of Young Taoist Wenxuan?"
Jingchen nodded slightly, "I am Jingchen."
"Hello, Taoist Jingchen, my name is Pan Yong." Old Pan said seriously.
Jingchen hummed, his eyes moving slightly, "Let's talk while walking. It's not convenient here with so many people."
Pan Yong nodded, "Okay, Taoist Jingchen."
"Wenxuan showed me the video online. You were about to open the coffin, but suddenly a girl appeared, right?" Jingchen asked.
Li Shu's image flashed through Old Pan's mind, "Yes."
"There's something wrong with that coffin. It's quite dangerous. Did you open it after she appeared?" Jingchen asked again.
A hint of surprise flashed in Old Pan's eyes when he heard this. He didn't expect that Taoist Jingchen was really capable. Just by watching the video, he could tell through the screen that the coffin was very dangerous. It seemed that he should be as powerful as that master.
Thinking that since he was the Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple, he must not be a bad person, and telling the master would not have any impact, he simply said the truth: "It was opened, but it was not me who opened it. It was the girl who suddenly appeared who opened the coffin."
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