Chapter 382 The Mighty Ancestral Master
What about Hu Wanyu?
Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "Someone can handle her matter for me, so you don't need to worry about it."
Yao Man's expression stiffened for a moment, then she smiled nonchalantly, "That's even better. Consider it my request for your help. Let's sit down and talk things over, okay?"
"I know you don't have a good impression of me after what happened last time. I also know I'm not as innocent as Sister Song. I'm good at scheming, but I would never lie to you."
She leaned forward and lowered her voice, "I won't lend you the money. I have a shop I want to sell, and after thinking it over, I still think it's the right thing to do. The location is excellent."
Song Chunxue was getting impatient and was about to refuse when she saw her senior brother walk into the shop.
Actually, she wanted to buy Hongying a small shop, because farming alone would never lead to a better life, and they would always be struggling to make ends meet.
If Hongying could start a small business, she would at least be able to make a little more money.
It's better to teach someone how to fish than to give them a fish. It's always better to earn your own money than to ask your mother for it.
If they do well in the future, they will feel at ease.
She wanted to ask her senior's opinion whether or not to trust Yao Man.
Yao Man followed Song Chunxue's gaze and looked behind her. Seeing that it was Master Zhang, she got up from the wooden cabinet and nodded to him.
"Sister Song, I'm waiting for your good news. It's a mutually beneficial deal, so you don't need to be wary of me." Yao Man waved her hand as she spoke. "I look forward to welcoming Sister Song to our appointment."
The Taoist priest placed half a bag of ginseng on the wooden cabinet. "Did she come all this way to see you?"
Song Chunxue briefly recounted what had just happened to the Taoist priest, asking, "Do you think what she said is credible?"
The Taoist priest pinched her forehead slightly. "Don't get too close to her, but you can keep in touch. After all, no one is perfect. Although she's a bit materialistic, she should have good judgment. In matters of mutual benefit, you should keep some things to yourself."
Song Chunxue understood. "Thank you, Senior Brother."
The Taoist priest handed half a bag of medicine to Wang Shouming, who took it out and looked at it, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Taoist Master, where did you steal these? So many expensive medicinal herbs, could it be..." Realizing he was speaking too loudly, Wang Shouming lowered his head and asked quietly, "How much silver did you spend, Taoist Master?"
The Taoist priest walked to the tea table next to Lei Yun, casually patted Lei Yun's back while taking his pulse, and then shook his hand.
“It was a gift from someone, so you can use it.” Then, the Taoist priest took out several long medicinal herbs from his robes. “Take a look at their quality.”
Lei Yun was greatly shocked, "Where did you dig this up from?"
The Taoist priest took two sips of tea. "I found this in the mountains when I was suppressing bandits. I kept one for myself."
Song Chunxue was very curious and ran over to see after getting the medicine.
"What kind of medicine is this?"
"Polygonatum is the leftover food of immortals. Legend has it that Peng Zu lived for more than 800 years, and the secret to his longevity was Polygonatum. Taoist practitioners also eat a lot of Polygonatum." The Taoist priest looked at Song Chunxue, "Go back and take a good look. I'll give you half of it to try the medicine."
Lei Yun stretched out his hand, "Don't eat anything indiscriminately, let me take your pulse."
The Taoist priest nodded, "Brother Lei comes from a family of doctors, so you can rest assured that he can take your pulse."
Song Chunxue never questioned Lei Yun's medical skills. In the past two years, more and more people have sought Lei Yun's medical treatment, and sometimes even people from Jincheng have traveled thousands of miles to seek his help.
It wasn't noon yet, so there weren't many people at the clinic. Once it was noon, the farmers would come to seek medical help when they had a break from their busy work. Lei Yun hadn't taken a midday nap in years.
"Yes, you can eat a little bit. You can make soup, soak it in wine, make it into pills, steam it, or boil it into tea. Just cook it for a longer time."
Song Chunxue looked at the small sections of medicinal root in her hand. "But I don't want to live too long, so you should use them."
She lived to be seventy-eight in her previous life, which was already torturous enough. In this life, she cultivates so that she can live each day more easily. Living too long is not good.
"Don't worry, sometimes you can't fight Yama's death over lifespan. Do you want to die sitting up or paralyzed?" The Taoist priest's tone was unusually serious, as if she had said something outrageous, and her gaze was deep.
Song Chunxue quickly bent down and accepted the gift with both hands, saying, "Senior brother is right, I misspoke."
She's definitely been influenced by the fourth brother; she's talking incoherently now.
Feeling her senior brother's gaze, her cheeks burned.
When my senior brother gets serious, he can be quite intimidating.
"Let's go. I should set off after having two bowls of cold noodles." The Taoist priest stood up and bowed slightly to Lei Yun. "Lord Xie is still waiting for me."
"Take care, Taoist priest."
Song Chunxue took her senior brother home, but the fourth brother was not there.
She prepared cold noodles for the Taoist priest, mixed some yellow mustard greens, tossed cucumbers with sesame oil and salt, stir-fried eggplant, and stir-fried green beans and potatoes.
She took good care of the vegetable garden this year, and today is the first time we're eating from it.
Then, in a clean cloth bag, she packed three small flatbreads, two soft buckwheat buns, a large yellow rice bun, and several fried dough cakes wrapped in paper for the Taoist priest.
"My senior brother definitely won't be back anytime soon, so take everything with you and eat it slowly."
The Taoist priest nodded. "You don't need to worry about Liu Jian's matter anymore. Liang Xiao has already stepped in to handle it. As for Xiao Zao's matter, I've explained it to them. Perhaps they'll ask you to clean up the mess next time."
At this point, the Taoist priest looked up at Song Chunxue, his expression unreadable.
Song Chunxue felt uneasy. "What's wrong?"
"When did you first become able to see those things? Are you able to see them on ordinary days?"
"That was the first time I saw it. I don't usually see it, but my senses are sharper than before. I can intuitively tell how many children a woman has given birth to, how many sons a person on the street has, and I can tell from his face where he is uncomfortable."
The Taoist priest nodded and stroked his beard with satisfaction.
“Not bad, this is called opening the spiritual aperture, but it’s not fully open yet. You still need to work hard.” The Taoist priest took out two talismans and handed them to her. “I will come back before Sanwa’s wedding. If anything happens, burn them.”
Song Chunxue felt extremely ashamed.
"I can't expect my senior brother to clean up every mess. I'll try my best to stay calm, avoid conflicts with others, and not meddle in other people's business in the future."
The Taoist priest shook his head slightly. "No, some things are unavoidable. If everyone were to protect themselves, would the old, weak, sick, and disabled be destined to be bullied?"
"I believe in karma, but I am a cultivator. Some karmas are inevitable, whether you want to or not. If one's cultivation level is high but only for self-cultivation, then it's better not to cultivate at all."
“Junior brother is not a hot-blooded young man. I know you know your limits. If there is anything you cannot stand, your senior brother will definitely take care of it.”
Song Chunxue nodded emphatically, "I've remembered what you said, Senior Brother."
“If my senior brother can’t handle it, I’ll ask my master to handle it. If my master can’t handle it, I’ll ask the patriarch to handle it. Having received offerings from the secular world, they won’t stand idly by.”
The Taoist priest smiled brightly, "Our ancestor believed in reciprocity, that one should do favors for others if one takes them as a reward."
Moreover, many Taoist priests, when faced with times of war, did not retreat to the mountains to protect themselves, but instead locked their temple doors and rushed to the battlefield to fight bravely against the enemy.
Many practitioners would go to the border regions and volunteer to be military advisors.
The Taoist tradition needs to be passed down, but without the people of the world, how can it be passed down?
If one's lifelong learning cannot benefit the people in times of crisis, then no matter how profound one's Taoist arts are, they are not considered a real skill.
These words stirred Song Chunxue's heart, and her eyes welled up with tears. "The ancestor is mighty."
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