"Brother, don't panic. Since you have come all the way here, this trip will not be in vain."
Zhang Ling comforted the man in gray shirt beside him.
Ji Jixiao said, "I hope so!"
So they started chatting around, and when the time came, they walked up the mountain together on the stone steps, shoulder to shoulder.
When we reached the top of the mountain and came to the Taoist temple, we saw a bright stone tablet standing in the wind with three big characters "Zheng San Guan" written on it.
After walking a few dozen steps, you will see red walls and black tiles, as well as bell towers and drum towers, standing in an orderly manner.
But then I saw a young child wearing a dark yellow Bagua robe, jogging towards me with a smile on his face.
This little Taoist boy has red lips, white teeth, a straight mouth and a square nose, rosy cheeks, chubby and fleshy face, delicate eyebrows, clean and natural features, clear eyes and bright pupils.
The childish voice was like a clear mountain spring, as crisp as a silver bell: "You two laymen have come from afar, why don't you go to Qingfeng Temple to ask for a cup of tea and rest for a while."
"My name is Bu Xiu, you can call me Bu Xiu!"
Zhang Ling was stunned. Not repairing?
Don’t want to repair it?
This name is very meaningful, but it also has something to do with gods.
When Ji Jixiao saw that the person welcoming the guests was a Taoist boy, he did not feel neglectful. Instead, he respectfully called him "little master".
Then he explained his purpose: "I have come here to seek a Taoist master with profound skills to come down the mountain and eliminate demons. Could Master Buxiu introduce one or two?"
"Exorcism?"
The little Taoist boy groaned, his eyes rolling around. He stretched out his little hand and began to count his fingers, mumbling something, as if counting something. Then he shook his head and said in a little adult manner, "Master and the uncles and aunts are in seclusion these days studying Taoism and can't go down the mountain to eliminate monsters for the time being.
The remaining brothers are all away and haven't returned yet. Currently, only a few sisters and I are left to look after the Taoist temple. If the sisters follow you down the mountain to exorcise the demon, I won't be able to handle the responsibility alone, and I'm afraid disaster will happen! "
After saying that, the little Taoist boy asked Ji Jixiao again, "Is this matter urgent? Why don't we wait? I think Master and the elders will be out of seclusion soon."
Ji Jixiao was speechless for a moment when asked. He said that there was no rush. After all, his wife had been pregnant for a long time and it was too late to do anything.
It can be said that he is not in a hurry, but he is also in a hurry. He has traveled thousands of miles and is exhausted. Every night he thinks about what his wife is doing at the moment, and then thinks of the rainbow monster. He can't help feeling depressed and angry. He wants to go crazy but there is nothing he can do.
He had been in this state for a long time, and was horrified to find that sometimes he would imagine a few things in his anger and shame, and actually feel a strange sense of comfort from it?
As for why he felt so relieved, Ji Jixiao couldn't explain it. He concluded that he was probably exhausted by this incident and had an illusion.
In this way, this matter has accumulated for a long time and has become a mental illness, but it should be eliminated as soon as possible.
"No hurry, no hurry, I can wait!"
Ji Jixiao thought about it and finally told Buxiu that he could stay here for a few days and then wait for the Taoist priest to come down the mountain to eliminate the monster.
The young man in green stood aside for a long time without saying a word. He frowned slightly and looked intently. There was a bloody disaster on the head of the little Taoist boy in front of him. He was afraid that disaster was not far away.
At that moment, a cold voice sounded from behind him: "If you don't practice, you will be punished by copying the scriptures. Have you finished it?"
Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming was a woman, also wearing a dark yellow Bagua robe, with willow eyebrows, almond eyes, a cherry mouth, skin as white as snow, long and slender legs, and a cold and arrogant temperament.
The waves were raging, the mountains and hills were gathering, and her three thousand black hairs were tied up high with a jade hairpin running through them.
The fierce brows and angry eyes here are heroic and have a unique charm.
"Oh no, it's Senior Sister Qingshuang!" The uncultivated Taoist boy shrank his neck and spoke in a low voice, completely unlike the little adult he had just been.
Obviously, Senior Sister Qingshuang was very intimidating to him. Her voice arrived before she even showed up, which made Buxiu feel nervous and uneasy.
Ji Jixiao stood there in a daze, his mind blank as he stared at the Taoist priestess. He drooled unconsciously from the corner of his mouth: "So... beautiful!"
This silly and infatuated look made Qingshuang, who was walking closer, frown, her eyes full of disgust. She glanced coldly at the man in gray and the young man in blue beside him.
Seeing that the young man was handsome, he stood here with a graceful figure like a jade tree in the wind.
But... he was just as rude as the man in gray shirt beside him, staring at her intently.
Qingshuang couldn't help but feel disgusted with the mortals down the mountain. They had only a stinky skin, but were actually beasts with a righteous appearance. They were just like those mortals who used the excuse of praying to the gods just to have a look at her. They were only greedy and drooling over beauty, and were extremely superficial!
Qingshuang took a few steps back and said unhappily to Buxiu, "Buxiu, the Taoist temple won't be accepting visitors these days. Send them down the mountain quickly. I'll check the scriptures you copied later."
After saying that, she snorted coldly, waved her sleeves, and turned to leave.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly and looked at the Taoist priestess's receding back, feeling a little suspicious.
Just now, he had a sudden impulse and calculated with his fingers, and found that the woman's face was bloody and disaster was about to happen.
This is a great disaster!
It seems that the disaster that was previously seen on the uncultivated Taoist boy has also manifested itself on this female Taoist priest.
wrong!
Something is wrong!
Could it be?
This is not a bloody disaster for a certain person, but a disaster for the entire Taoist temple?
His thoughts here were clear and he saw through the secret of heaven. He immediately looked down at the entire Zhengsanguan Temple with his mind, and then he withdrew his mind. He understood in his heart: it was exactly as he had guessed.
While Zhang Ling was pondering, Ji Jixiao wiped his saliva, came back to his senses, and said to Zhang Ling: "How about we stay at the foot of the mountain for a few days?"
Bu Xiu shook his head and said, "There's no need to do this, sir. The rooms inside the temple are all empty. Why bother going down the mountain to live?"
Ji Jixiao asked tentatively, "Does your senior sister agree?"
The uncultivated Daoist boy said, "Senior Sister Qingshuang has always been like this. She has never liked dealing with people from below the mountain. She is already known for her harsh words. Just get used to it, just get used to it!"
After exchanging greetings, the three of them walked towards the depths of the Taoist temple. Buxiu found a room to accommodate Ji Jixiao and Zhang Ling.
"I will bring you three kinds of rice every morning and noon. There is a sweet spring inside the temple. If you are thirsty, go and get some."
"Thank you, Master!"
Ji Jixiao pulled out a hundred-liang silver note from his chest pocket and was about to hand it to the little Taoist boy, but he was rejected by the boy. "Master said that exorcising demons is to uphold justice, how can you accept money? There is no reason in this world that you can't exorcise demons for the poor."
The young man in blue sat quietly aside. He had never expected that the unprepossessing Ji Jixiao was actually a wealthy local tycoon. He could take a hundred taels of silver notes without hesitation. It was true that one cannot judge a book by its cover.
However, after listening to what the little Taoist boy said just now, I couldn't help but feel a little favorable towards this righteous Taoist temple. It is indeed obviously different from those fake Taoist temples in the secular world that are only interested in money and deceive pilgrims.
After the uncultivated Taoist boy left, Zhang Ling and Ji Jixiao were left alone in the side room.
Ji Jixiao then asked, "Brother, Master Buxiu just mentioned the Three White Rice? Do you know what the Three White Rice is?"
Three white rice?
Zhang Ling heard this and explained, "It's the vegetarian rice that Taoists often eat, also called white rice. It's white rice, white radish, and white soup!"
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