Chapter 589 A Taoist Nun Arrives
"Yu Wanqing!"
Upon seeing the person on the ground, Song Chunxue rushed over and started kicking them repeatedly!
As expected, it was that bastard.
"How did you know I often climb over the wall from here? Huh?"
"You good-for-nothing, you've learned nothing but how to harm others. I'll teach you a lesson for harming me. If I don't cripple your hands today, I'm not Song Chunxue!"
Song Chunxue used both her hands and feet to beat him fiercely.
If it weren't for her senior brother last night, she might have lost her life.
"I cursed at you a few times, and you actually want to kill me? Yu Wanqing, I'll kill you!"
Kicking him wasn't enough to vent her anger, so she started pulling his hair and beard.
"Help! Master Zhang, I really didn't know that thing could kill people! I was just doing this for someone else... Waaaaah... Help! Master Zhang, I'm telling the truth!"
"You're still trying to deny it at a time like this? I think you won't admit it until you're faced with the truth. My senior brother specializes in dealing with habitual liars like you. The fact that he arrested you proves that you're the one who did it!"
Even after being caught red-handed, he still tried to argue, but Song Chunxue deliberately targeted his weak points, hitting him right in the face.
"Master, save me! Master, I'm going to be beaten to death!" Yu Wanqing rolled around on the ground, crying loudly, attracting people from both the front and back yards to come and watch the commotion.
The Taoist priest watched from the side, and Song Chunxue didn't stop either, almost twisting his ear to pieces.
"Master, Master, Zhang Chengxuan, help me!"
Zhang Chengxuan?
He actually knew his senior brother's name. Song Chunxue immediately took out a dagger and held it to his neck.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want? Who told you your senior brother's real name?"
Yu Wanqing covered his head, looked timidly at the Taoist priest in front of him, stared at the long boots on his feet, and closed his eyes.
“A man gave me thirty taels of silver and told me to go to Wuquan Mountain. He came half a month ago and told me about you. He said he wanted me to break you up. I really didn’t want to cause a death. Wouldn’t I be going to hell in my next life? I’m not stupid.”
Yu Wanqing got up and kowtowed, "Daoist Master, please spare my life!"
Master Zhang squatted down, lifted his chin with his whisk, and spoke in a voice as cold as water.
"But why would he tell you my common name and reveal that he and I are old acquaintances?" He smiled faintly and snorted, "He's not that stupid. No matter what the reason is, you are all in cahoots now, and I no longer need to tolerate it."
As he spoke, the Taoist priest poured a pill out of the black porcelain bottle and forcibly fed it into Yu Wanqing's mouth.
"Go to that person and get the antidote, or you'll suffer for the rest of your life." The Taoist priest stood up, looking down at him condescendingly. "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, I'll get out of here right now."
Yu Wanqing staggered out of the yard, tripping over the threshold.
The two servants in the courtyard followed him out, afraid that he would still misbehave.
Inside the red-lacquered house.
Song Chunxue ate two pieces of chive dumplings, picked up her bowl to drink soup, and watched her senior brother sitting there motionless for a while, but didn't dare to ask him anything.
Could it be that what Yu Wanqing said was true, and that it was an old friend of his senior brother who came to cause him trouble?
What kind of passionate love and hate, or a feud between martial arts sects, or a grudge between different factions?
Paying someone to cause trouble? That person must have a lot of free time on their hands.
Before long, Xie Dong came in from outside and said that the list prepared by the Taoist priest had been completed and the carriage was just outside the door.
"Alright, thank you." The Taoist priest got up and walked out. "Junior brother, have you finished eating? Let's go up the mountain."
"Senior brother, go first. I'll go next door to give the child a few words of advice, just in case Yu Wanqing comes looking for trouble again."
The Taoist priest was clearly distracted. "Alright, I'll go get the carriage. Come back when you're done."
Song Chunxue went to the neighboring courtyard and repeatedly reminded the gatekeepers to be careful of strangers recently.
Fearing they might not take it seriously, Song Chunxue even wrote a note and left it on the desks of the fourth and second sons.
Back on the mountain, the Zhao family brought a group of people who set up the venue in an orderly manner. Everything was prepared in a comprehensive way. Changfeng, Changyun, and Wangchen only needed to lend a hand.
The next day, Zhao Jian personally led a group of people, bringing three whole cartloads of goods: pots and pans, firewood and charcoal, incense, paper, grain, oil, vinegar, tea and wine—everything imaginable, befitting a wealthy family.
On the sixth day, the sixth son of the Zhao family went up the mountain and stayed in a small courtyard next to the Taoist temple. He was carried in a wheelchair and carefully inspected every corner of the temple.
During this time, Yu Wanqing's apprentice, Gou Dan, was helping out on the mountain.
Song Chunxue was puzzled and asked her senior brother why he didn't drive the person away. The Taoist priest said there was no need. The person had become Yu Wanqing's disciple because of Yu Wanqing's kindness, and he was not a bad person.
Alright, since her senior brother has said so, how could she possibly keep up the argument?
She always felt that her senior brother was preoccupied with something on his mind; he didn't want to talk about it, and she didn't ask.
Anyway, someone else will take care of the important matters, so she will continue to consolidate the skills taught to her by her martial uncle. If the sky falls, someone else will hold it up.
However, every night, when all was quiet, she would ride her sword down the mountain and look around the children's yard.
If she could see Yu Wanqing again, she would definitely not hold back and would cripple his hands and feet.
Every time, I could hear the sound of Xie Zheng practicing his sword in his courtyard. Xie Zheng was a man of perseverance. Once he decided to do something, he would stick to it and not give up until he achieved his goal.
This is probably why Song Chunxue can't be friends with lazy people.
She's a very hardworking person who can't be lazy.
Before we knew it, it was June 8th.
Taoist priests and monks from all the Taoist temples and shrines within a radius of dozens of miles have come. In fact, in folk customs, Buddhism and Taoism are not separated.
In the past, Song Chunxue couldn't even distinguish between Taoist temples and Buddhist temples. Farmers called them temples, and when they encountered insurmountable obstacles, they would go to the temple to pray to the gods.
Last night, her senior brother asked her if she should be introduced to fellow practitioners for a formal occasion, such as when it's time to drink and get to know other practitioners.
Song Chunxue refused. If she were to actually believe in some kindred spirits and gossip, she would have wasted her previous life.
Even immortals are not immune to worldly desires most of the time, let alone ordinary cultivators.
If people didn't keep asking her all sorts of questions and subtly implying that she couldn't make it in the secular world and that's why she went up the mountain to become a Taoist priest, then her name would be written backwards.
However, to Song Chunxue's surprise, the people the Taoist priest had met in the martial arts world—people she had never heard of before and had only read about in stories—from all over the world and from various sects, had also come.
It was truly eye-opening; she had never known that the stories in those books were not just made up.
She then realized that there were so many people in the world who could fly on swords, but those who had spent their lives farming and living in impoverished border villages would only hear about it as a mystery.
Once this busy period is over, she definitely wants to go to Jiangnan!
At noon, everyone went to the main hall to burn incense and formally hold the consecration ceremony, which was so complicated that it would take at least two days.
Moreover, she only just learned that there would be a play performed on the mountain tomorrow.
"Mother, why aren't you going to the front to burn incense and chant sutras?" The second son stepped into the kitchen. "A very beautiful Taoist nun came to the front, and she seemed to be very familiar with the Taoist priest. Why aren't you going to see her? Why are you hiding here eating braised pork knuckle?"
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