Chapter 109: Joy and Sorrow

109 Joy and Sorrow

People do not share the same joys and sorrows.

Only when everyone had cried too much and had no more strength left did Xiang Jiannan follow his master back to Ping An Temple.

The few people who had cried the hardest before had finally vented their emotions, and their expressions returned to normal when they said goodbye to everyone else. Some of them could even laugh out loud.

"My disciple, don't take it to heart. After all, their relatives are buried in that dense forest."

After entering Ping'an Temple, he saw that Xiang Jiannan seemed depressed, so Gao Yuan closed the wooden door and immediately began to comfort him.

He felt that his disciple was affected. Even the most hard-hearted person would have some reaction after seeing the scene just now. Sentimentality was another weakness of the Taoists in Ping An Temple.

"How hypocritical! People in this world are still so hypocritical."

An Wensheng sneered at Gao Yu'an's words, especially after seeing someone still laugh, and he said it bluntly: "You haven't worshipped for so many years, but today, you are moved. This city god hates this the most."

"You are an official of the previous dynasty, how can you manage the affairs of this dynasty? Being resentful and jealous is really not right!"

After hearing An Wensheng's words, Gao Yuan frowned and stopped, somewhat dissatisfied: "If you hadn't deliberately lied, how could you have gotten to this point? Disciple, don't listen to his nonsense. This brat always speaks in a crazy way!"

"You are slandering me, old Taoist priest!"

With a cold eye, An Wensheng was most annoyed by Gao Yu'an's bad habit after having dealt with him for so long.

Nothing to do, just love the expression.

This old Taoist said that he had experienced all the worldly things, but he actually knew everything in his heart better than anyone else. He was just good at talking, and could only deceive an ignorant Taoist like Xiang Jiannan.

What is the most important thing for a master? In his opinion, it is of course character. Gao Yuan is not like that. When it comes to treating his disciples, this old Taoist priest relies entirely on his acting skills.

"I was just wondering about one thing."

Seeing that the Master and An Wensheng were in a stalemate and were about to quarrel, Xiang Jiannan was silent for a long time before speaking.

I was indeed infected by the tragic scene of the hundreds of people before me. Along the way, I actually had something to say in my heart.

I’m just afraid that my master will misunderstand me.

"The responsibility for this matter lies entirely with An Wensheng. Disciple, feel free to say whatever you want to say."

He was too lazy to waste any more words and naturally blamed the entire forest fire incident on An Wensheng. Gao Yu An knew very well that his disciple still felt guilty.

Although no one mentioned this matter, the fact was already clear before their eyes. The fire was related to the disciple. Even if he didn't say it, the residents of Ping'an Town who went with him could see it.

My disciple should be worried about this matter now, as he feels uneasy about burning the resting place of his relatives.

Now that things have come to this, we should keep calm. After all, that dense forest was destined to have this disaster.

"I wonder if my master was also buried there, after seeing the fire, would I be as sad as they are?"

As Gao Yuan spoke slowly with a confident expression, Xiang Jiannan was very surprised why he could think of this question.

He had this doubt because of the smiles of those people, and it was like a thorn in his throat that he had to get it out.

"What's the meaning?"

Gao Yuan was stunned by Xiang Jiannan's miraculous remarks. The remarks he had prepared long ago were all wasted at this moment. He really wanted to hear his disciple explain it more clearly. "Master is in good health now, so how could his disciple connect these two things?"

What is in your mind? It is difficult for the old Taoist priest to understand.

"Hahahaha, Taoist, your disciple wants to know, if you die someday, will he be as hypocritical as those people just now!"

Pointing at Gao Yu'an in an exaggerated tone, after Xiang Jiannan finished speaking, An Wensheng looked like he had vented his anger.

He felt that he understood Xiang Jiannan's meaning, so he couldn't wait to translate for him.

It turns out that the little Taoist priest with his drooping face was thinking about this kind of thing. It really sounds puzzling.

"You've gotten into big trouble today!"

His expression suddenly became less bright. Seeing that his disciple seemed to agree with An Wensheng's words, Gao Yu An thought for a moment and suddenly shouted loudly.

What kind of fire dares to burn him, Yu Youan? In this world, he is the only one who burns others.

He immediately turned the topic over to the young Taoist priest, and while speaking, he tried his best to remain restrained.

"Do you know why no one has taken care of that dense forest for so many years? Disciple, you really don't know your own limitations!"

He wanted Xiang Jiannan to realize that the question he had just asked was extremely inappropriate, but long after he finished speaking, he received an even more bizarre reaction.

It seemed as if the disciple did not hear him. He made an extremely ugly expression to himself, laughing as if he was crying, and his lips seemed out of control.

"I was just saying this casually. If that day really comes, I will definitely not be sad. Master, you can rest assured! The sorrows in the world are nothing but passing clouds!"

"Evil disciple!"

"Give me back my token!"

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After a few speeches, he finally managed to sway the argument. Seeing Gao Yuan, who was obviously in a bad mood, An Wensheng had already thought about leaving.

Making jokes was a common method he used when communicating with the Taoist priests of Ping An Temple. Now that he saw the master and disciple were having a conflict, he naturally wanted to escape as soon as possible.

What happened afterwards was not something he could control. He could only say that the young Taoist priest was too straightforward. How did he figure out such a strange question? If it were him, he would not dare to be so ruthless. After all, in front of the old Taoist priest, he had always been the victim.

Sometimes there is no reason for being beaten.

"What token?"

He was still angry at this time. When he heard An Wensheng asking them for something, Gao Yuan followed his gaze and looked at the gourd. After An Wensheng told him everything, he started to speak with confidence.

There is no rejection, it just means that it is difficult.

"They have all been collected by the gourd. What's the point of taking them out? My gourd has only one mouth."

"Taoist priest, you want to cheat, right?"

While talking, An Wensheng kept looking at Xiang Jiannan. Of course, he didn't believe Gao Yu'an's words. This old Taoist didn't even blink when he spoke. He really thought that he had been in contact with him for nothing all these years. He wanted to cheat, but no way! "Ask my master, this is the first time I use this gourd. He only cares about what goes in, not what goes out."

Xiang Jiannan, with the gourd tied to his neck, said to An Wensheng helplessly, indicating that he was unable to help.

If the topic had not gone off track, An Wensheng would definitely have a lot of questions to ask the master and disciple at this moment. The token was put into the gourd. Xiang Jiannan was certain of this.

I just didn't know if I could take it out again. I really didn't think of this kind of thing at the time.

"Master Gao, please look at this matter."

Laughing and leaning towards Gao Youan, An Wensheng quickly changed his expression when he saw the little Taoist's true face: "You also know how unimportant the token is to me. Without it, how can I plan big things with you in the future?"

He spoke in a humble tone and almost shed a few tears in front of the old Taoist priest.

"I really don't like that stuff."

At An Wensheng's begging, Gao Yuan moved his sleeves and quickly relented. However, the gourd automatically fell off Xiang Jiannan's waist because of his action, and floated in the air, making a series of gurgling sounds.

Then the talisman paper fell off, and liquid flowed out from the bottom of the gourd, wetting the talisman paper and then condensed together.

When the outermost black shell was completely cracked, An Wensheng's token, which had disappeared for a long time, finally appeared in front of them.

It looked a bit colder than before, and as it floated from the ground into the air, it raised bursts of black smoke.

(End of this chapter)