Chapter 1345 Or perhaps...
After twenty years, Song Chunxue felt that Master Han hadn't changed much.
But Master Han said she had undergone a complete transformation and was no longer the same as before.
“You look more like a Taoist priest than before, even more mature than Zhang Chengxuan.” Master Han looked up at the warm morning sun, his tone slightly sad, “But why do I feel like I can’t be happy?”
Song Chunxue smiled, "If you knew that my cultivation has improved, you would definitely be happy for me."
Seeing her smiling with a man's face on her back, Master Han was amused and said, "Whatever makes you happy."
“You should be happy too. Being alive is a blessing, especially since I’m still cultivating.” Song Chunxue looked at him with a smile in her eyes. “It’s clear that you’ve gained a lot over the years.”
Master Han shook his head helplessly, "Yes, after taking on a disciple and gaining a son, I realized how amazing you are."
He cupped his hands and said, "Master Song, you've worked hard."
Song Chunxue's heart tightened, and she returned the greeting, saying, "Master Han, you've worked hard, hahaha~"
Master Han stroked his smooth chin and couldn't help but chuckle, "I suppose I should grow a beard too. After all, my disciple's hair is graying, and even his beard..."
At this point, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore, and he couldn't continue speaking.
Song Chunxue didn't look at his expression; the little boat in her heart was swaying back and forth, with nowhere to dock.
How could there be no ripples?
However, everyone has their own path, and we cannot force them to follow it.
A breeze picked up, and Song Chunxue saw Master Han hand her a face towel.
"Remember to say goodbye before you leave. I hate it when people leave without saying goodbye." Seeing that she didn't take it, he stuffed the handkerchief into her hand. "Don't be angry. I definitely won't touch your things without permission in the future. You know what, you look quite pleasing to the eye in your men's attire. But you should stay away from brothels. Don't forget, even if I cut off your love interest, it's only temporary. Don't mess with my apprentice and then turn around and harm women."
"..." She was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses before she said firmly, "You think too highly of me."
Master Han waved his hand, "I have other matters to attend to and will be leaving now. Next time you come here, remember to have tea in the third tea room on the right in the backyard. Change your identity; you also have friends in the capital."
Song Chunxue felt a warmth in her heart. "Thank you, Daoist Han."
He doesn't even call me "Uncle-Master" anymore; this guy is really stubborn.
However, he did not insist.
"I'm gone." The next moment, Master Han got up, took two steps, and disappeared from the spot.
Song Chunxue put her face mask back on and headed to Fengyu Temple.
But before that, she hired a craftsman and spent extra money to have him bring two people to repair the outhouse of the Fengyu Temple.
She could tolerate poverty, but she would get furious if the outhouse was too dirty and dilapidated.
So when the Taoist priest of Gushan saw that she had not only returned but also brought back craftsmen, he was overjoyed.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. We should have been the ones paying to have it repaired, but we've been so busy recruiting sages lately that we forgot about it."
Hearing him say that, Song Chunxue reached out her hand, "Then you can just give me the money, it's the same thing."
He chuckled dryly, "Well... that's fine too. But how much silver will it cost? We need to keep the wages a bit tight. These past few years, our Fengyu Temple has been short of cash."
"Then you still dare to boast that you'll offer money to attract righteous people? Aren't you afraid of being called untrustworthy?"
"No way!" Master Gushan took out a money bag. "What we agreed on at the beginning, we will still give. Whatever we promised, we will give. There is absolutely no falsehood."
Song Chunxue looked at the old money bag, reached out and took it, weighed it in her palm, and found it to be a fairly honest amount of copper coins.
“Then I’ll take it. Their wages have already been settled. Give it to me when you have more money.” She looked at the shoes on the Taoist priest’s feet and suddenly realized that he probably couldn’t bear to buy shoes, and the bracelet on his hand was something he couldn’t bear to sell.
The Taoist priest was indeed poor.
It seems she needs to find him some ways to make money.
Giving money directly isn't a good idea, maybe...
Draw a lucky charm for wealth?
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