Bodhisattva Temple
Sanlang carried the bag and headed up the hillside. Xie Lian turned back and reassured the old man, telling him not to reveal what had happened today.
After seeing his skills, the old man nodded repeatedly and hurried home with his son Huang.
Uncle: Post this to your friend circle.jpg.
Xie Lian picked up the remaining blankets on the board and looked back to see Sanlang already carrying the huge bag of messy things in one hand and leisurely walking up the hillside.
Xiu Mao followed behind him, also walking slowly. Finally, he felt tired and jumped directly onto the bag to add weight to the other party.
Then I was chased down by Saburo :-D
Xiu Mao circled around someone furiously for several times, only to find he was ignored. Just as he was about to jump onto the bag for a second try, he felt a sudden lightening of the body. Turning around, he discovered he was being picked up by Xie Lian.
Xie Lian rubbed the cat's head in his arms, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Mo Qiuyan: Sure enough, no one can refuse a cat repairer:-D
Someone, relying on his cat form to be fearless, snored, ignored Hua Cheng's murderous gaze, and rubbed against Xie Lian's arms again.
Of course she has principles, she can only rub the head and back~
Xie Lian led the way, feeling suspiciously like someone was watching him from behind. But when he turned around, he saw Sanlang's innocent, smiling face.
Of course, only Mo Qiuyan could see the way a certain flower was glaring at her when Xie Lian looked away, and the black mist filter behind it.
Hua Cheng looked at her kindly, his eyes conveying a message: "Get down here." Brother can only hug me!
Xiu Mao: "."
I'm just a cat repairman. I don't understand what you are trying to say.
When they reached the crooked Puqi Temple, Xiu Mao broke free from Xie Lian and jumped down. Only then did Xie Lian feel that the malicious look had finally disappeared.
Xie Lian: “?” He glanced at Xiu Mao.
The latter scurried into the house and successfully avoided sight.
The original wooden door of the Puqi Monastery had long since rotted away, so Xie Lian dismantled it and replaced it with a curtain. He walked forward, lifted it, and said, "Come in." Sanlang followed him in.
The furnishings inside the small wooden house were clear at a glance: a rectangular altar, two small wooden stools, a small cushion, and a donation box. Xie Lian took the items from Sanlang's hand and placed the fortune stick holder, incense burner, paper, and pen he had just bought on the altar. He lit a red candle that someone had slipped in while collecting scrap, and the room suddenly became bright.
Sanlang casually picked up the lottery box, shook it, put it down, and said, "So, is there a bed?"
Xie Lian turned around, silently put the mat off his back, and handed it to him.
Sanlang raised an eyebrow and said, "Only one, right?"
Xie Lian had just met this young man on his way back from town, so naturally he hadn't thought of buying an extra ticket in advance. He said, "If you don't mind, we can squeeze in tonight."
Sanlang said: "Alright."
Xiumao in the corner suddenly felt that someone's mood had become a little more...happy?
Huahua (shy): It’s not nice to sleep in the same bed with my brother right away.
Xiu Mao: "."
Xie Lian then took the broom and swept the floor again. Sanlang looked around the temple and said, "Brother, is there something missing from your temple?"
Xie Lian had finished sweeping the floor and was squatting there spreading out the mat. Hearing this, he said as he did so, "I suppose, besides the believers, there shouldn't be anything missing."
Sanlang also squatted down, holding his chin with one hand, and asked, "Where is the statue?"
After he reminded him, Xie Lian suddenly remembered that he had actually forgotten the most important thing - the statue!
What kind of temple is it without a statue of the deity? Even though the deity is here, we can't let him sit on the altar every day.
After pondering for a moment, Xie Lian found a solution and said, "I just bought some paper and pen. I'll draw a portrait and hang it up tomorrow."
If the news of him hanging his own portrait in his own temple reached the heaven, he would probably be laughed at for another ten years.
However, carving a statue is both expensive and time-consuming. In comparison, Xie Lian chose to be laughed at for ten years.
Unexpectedly, Sanlang said, "Drawing? I can do that. Do you want some help?"
Xie Lian was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, “Thank you in advance. However, I’m afraid you can’t paint a portrait of Prince Xianle.” After all, almost all of his portraits were burned eight hundred years ago, and no matter how many survived today, it’s likely that not many people have seen them.
San Lang said, "Of course I will. Weren't we just talking about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the car?"
Xie Lian remembered. Indeed, just now on the road, he had said, "You probably haven't heard of it," but San Lang hadn't replied. Hearing him say this now, he felt a little surprised.
He spread out the mat, stood up, and said, "Don't tell me, Sanlang, you really know him?"
Sanlang sat on the mat and said, "I know."
Xie Lian had listened to his chatter all the way and was quite interested in his comments. He sat down next to him and said, "So, Sanlang, what do you think of this Prince Xianle?"
The two looked at each other under the lamp, and the red candlelight flickered slightly.
Sanlang was standing with the candlelight behind him, his dark eyes sunk in the shadows and his expression could not be seen clearly.
After a while, he said, "I think Jun Wu must really hate him."
Xie Lian was not expecting such an answer. He was stunned and asked, “Why do you feel that way?”
San Lang asked, "Otherwise, why was he demoted twice?"
Hearing this, Xie Lian smiled faintly, thinking, "That's really how a child thinks."
He lowered his head and slowly untied his belt as he said, "This has nothing to do with whether I hate it or not. There are many things in this world that cannot be simply explained by hate or like."
Sanlang said, "Oh."
Xie Lian turned around, removed his white boots, and added, "Besides, if you do something wrong, you should accept the punishment. The Emperor simply fulfilled his duty twice."
Sanlang remained noncommittal and said, "Maybe."
…
The next morning, Hua Cheng woke up early, quietly avoided the sleeping Xie Lian, and got up to prepare paper and pen to draw the "Pleasant God Picture".
As a night owl, Mo Qiuyan, who had barely slept in the second half of the night, spent the entire time frantically showing off her photo talismans, taking photos, and chasing away the demons and monsters that had come to cause trouble during the Ghost Festival, also opened her eyes, winked at Hua Cheng, and said psychically, "Do you need a small statue? Put it together with the Yue Shen Tu." Before Hua Cheng could say that he could also carve, she added, "Something else."
Huacheng recalled the other party's most famous flower-shaking hand statue, silently grabbed Mouqiu by the back of the neck, and threw him out the door.
A cat flew out in a perfect parabola: I threw you when you were a will-o'-the-wisp, but now the situation has changed???
Forget it, I have already left a photo talisman, so at worst I can just go out and hang out and give Huahua some room to perform.
Thinking of this, Mo Qiuyan felt relieved.
However, before he had taken a few steps, he received a message that the image talisman in Puqi Temple had been discovered and thrown out.
“…”
Mo Qiuyan (flipping the table jpg): You can’t even do it afterwards?!
When she returned to Puqi Temple to settle accounts with Huacheng, she found a large group of villagers chattering around the temple gate.
There were also many children and girls among them.
Someone began to wonder what the chances were of being beaten bald if he just went back like this.
Never mind :-D
After a few incense sticks, the group finally left in a mighty manner.
Mo Qiuyan slipped into the courtyard and just saw Hua Cheng walking out slowly.
She looked towards the house and saw the talisman on the door curtain at the temple entrance.
Mo Qiuyan refused to help make the door, so he bypassed Hua Cheng and went straight into the house.
Xie Lian watched Xiu Mao walk through the door curtain without any reaction and put aside his doubts about her.
Maybe it's just an ordinary cat with human nature.
Repairing cat: :-D
After about an incense stick of time, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the Bodhisattva Temple.
The sound of footsteps was neither fast nor slow, and one could imagine the young man walking leisurely.
At this time, the things in Xie Lian's hands had turned into two plates. He looked left and right at the things on the plates, sighed, and didn't want to look anymore, so he went out to take a look, and sure enough, he saw Sanlang again.
The young man stood outside the temple. Perhaps because of the scorching sun, he took off his red shirt and tied it casually around his waist. He only wore a light white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, making him look very clean and neat.
He placed his right foot on a rectangular wooden board, twirling a hatchet in his left hand. The hatchet, likely borrowed from a villager, looked blunt and heavy, but in his hands it swung effortlessly, and seemed incredibly sharp. He occasionally chipped the board, as if peeling skin. He glanced over, saw Xie Lian emerge, and said, "Make something."
A bystander sees more clearly. Mo Qiuyan noticed that every move Hua Cheng made seemed to be carefully planned.
Mo Qiuyan: "..."
She suddenly had an idea.
Is it possible that Huahua has been secretly rehearsing her encounter with her brother countless times over the past eight hundred years?
Images flashed through her mind:
Huacheng hid in the room, holding a small script (?), reciting lines that would attract his brother to the (non-existent) Xie Lian in front of him, while adjusting his movements to appear more seductive (???).
Mo Qiuyan (Cosmic Cat Thought Sublimation jpg): What the hell is this?! Get out of my head!
…
Xie Lian watched the man in front of him carving a piece of wood. He went over to take a look and saw that Sanlang was making an exquisite door.
The cut was perfectly sized, neatly finished, and the surface was perfectly smooth, a testament to the exceptional craftsmanship. Because this young man seemed to be someone of considerable rank, Xie Lian had assumed he was the type to be inexperienced and lazy. However, he was surprisingly efficient. He said, "Thank you for your hard work, Sanlang."
3. Top student from Tonglu Mountain. Knows everything. Lang smiled and didn't respond.
He casually threw down a hatchet, loaded it on him, knocked on the door, and said to him, "Since you want to draw a talisman, wouldn't it be better to draw it on the door?"
After saying this, he lifted the curtain as if nothing had happened and went in.
Mo Qiuyan (Cosmic Cat Thought Sublimation jpg.): So the protagonist doesn't even need to measure the length when making a door?!
Or just use your eyes?
When she took a closer look, she found that the flower had not left a small door for her.
Mo Qiuyan: I have reason to suspect that you did it on purpose.
Over there, Xie Lian had finally let down most of his guard.
It seemed that the solemn talisman on the curtain had no deterrent effect on him at all, and Sanlang didn't care at all.
Xie Lian closed the new door, then couldn't help but open it again, then close it again, then open it again, then close it again, thinking to himself that it was a really well-made door. After opening and closing it several times, he suddenly woke up and realized how boring it was.
Sanlang had already taken his seat inside. Xie Lian opened the door and brought out a plate of steamed buns that the villagers had offered as an offering that morning, placing them on the altar.
Xie Lian sat down and saw Sanlang's rolled-up sleeves, revealing a small row of tattoos on his arm, with very strange characters. Sanlang noticed his gaze, lowered his sleeves, and smiled, "I got them when I was a kid."
Xiu Mao jumped onto the altar, glanced at the tattoo, and showed an expression of disdain but then became relieved.
——But I’m also glad that Huacheng’s handwriting is very dark, otherwise a certain Hua would have been exposed on the spot.
Xie Lian was surprised at how he could see so many expressions on a cat's face.
Xie Lian looked up at the portrait again and said, "Sanlang, you're a really good painter. But do you have anyone at home to teach you?"
Sanlang poked the buns a few times with his chopsticks and said lazily, "Yes, I give you some guidance occasionally. But I usually draw for my own pleasure."
Xie Lian asked, “How come you can even paint the Xianle Prince’s Pleasing Gods painting?”
San Lang laughed and said, "Didn't you say I knew everything? Of course I know how to draw too."
Although this was a rather frivolous answer, his attitude was frank, as if he wasn't worried at all about Xie Lian's suspicions or his questions. Xie Lian smiled and let it go.
At this moment, a commotion was heard outside. The two of them looked up at the same time and exchanged glances.
I heard someone knocking on the door suddenly, shouting, "Great Immortal! This is terrible, Great Immortal, help me!"
Xie Lian opened the door and saw a group of people standing in a circle. Seeing him open the door, the village chief exclaimed in delight, "Great Immortal! This man looks like he's about to die! Please save him!"
…
After a long struggle, the Taoist was exposed as expected.
Hua Cheng knocked it down with a chopstick, and Mo Qiuyan stepped on it a few times to finish it off.
Xie Lian fell into deep thought.
This empty shell came to him specifically to tell him about the Half Moon Pass. Whether it was true or false, the purpose was to lead him to Half Moon Pass. To be safe, he had to go to the spiritual formation to ask.
Xie Lian calculated with his fingers and figured out that his remaining mana was enough to last him a few more times, so he made a hand gesture and entered the spirit communication formation.
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