Chapter 127 The First Gathering of the Three Pure Ones

127 The Three Pure Ones Gather

It’s over, something’s going to happen!

"At such a young age, he knows quite a lot of words."

Just as the young Taoist priest finished speaking, Xiang Jiannan saw that his master's face had changed, so he changed from touching to grabbing, and grabbed his hair:

"Your master may have thought of our friendship. Little boy, do you realize your mistake now?"

Are you falling out with me now? Let go!

Seeing the little Taoist priest whose hair was grabbed struggling desperately, Xiang Jiannan hurried forward and wanted to separate the two. What about the promised caress? Children should say whatever they want!

Old Taoist priest, what's wrong with you today? When you do things, can you please think about your age?

As the master of a temple, you must win people over with your virtue!

The shifty eyes...definitely don't match your temperament. What can a child of that age know? It's better for him to be sneaky. We won't bother with him.

"Let me go."

The resistance was extremely strong. When Xiang Jiannan grabbed his master's fingers and tried to pry them apart, the young Taoist with disheveled hair had already started to compete with the old Taoist. He pinched Gao Yu'an's wrists tightly with his two small hands and spoke in an angry tone. Neither the old nor the young was willing to let go first.

Xiang Jiannan was in a dilemma as he couldn't use force.

The young Taoist priest has a very hot temper. As fellow Taoists, could you two please listen to my advice?

"Gao Yu'an, let my disciple go!"

After several unsuccessful attempts to stop the two men, Xiang Jiannan could only keep speaking out to dissuade them. Just when he felt helpless, he heard a loud shout from the side. He turned around and saw that it was other Taoists in Yuqing Temple, some of whom he had seen before.

They showed up in time, and except for one guy with disheveled hair who looked like he hadn't woken up yet, everyone else had weapons in their hands.

The leading Taoist priest was wearing a blue Taoist robe and had black and white hair. He looked much younger than the master.

He has a typical decent appearance, a square face, a pair of bright eyes, and inverted sword-like eyebrows that have been raised towards his temples since he appeared.

This must be the abbot of Yuqing Temple. He is unexpectedly young and looks quite handsome.

“Wow~~~”

After the Taoist priests appeared, they immediately stopped persuading him. Xiang Jiannan knew that it was not his turn to take action next. The young Taoist priest had already loosened his hands at this time. The reason why he suddenly cried out was because the old master was still holding his hair.

This old Taoist priest is not from Yuqing Temple, and he will not give up just because of his master's words.

I trusted my master too much.

“Let go!”

Originally, he hoped that the abbot of Yuqing Temple would take action to end the dispute. After hearing the crying of the little Taoist priest, Xiang Jiannan immediately clamped the old Taoist priest's wrist again.

Master, you've really gone too far. If you don't let go, I can't guarantee that I will do anything.

“Get out of the way…”

Immediately afterwards, just as Xiang Jiannan clamped the old Taoist's wrist, the abbot of Yuqing Temple had already walked down the stairs a few steps. He did not directly attack the old Taoist's hand that was holding his hair, but wrapped his whisk around his arm.

After that, he just pretended to pull it back, which made Gao Yuan, who had been stubborn, let go instantly.

He quickly pulled his sleeves back and pulled his arm out of the whisk. He waited until the little Taoist priest beside him was carried away before he spoke to the master of Yuqing Temple in front of him:

"Taoist priest, how do you teach your disciples?"

"What's it to you?"

He turned around and wanted to go back, showing no expression towards Gao Yuan's actions. The master of Yuqing Temple then said:

"Please bring in the clay statue of our master first. When will you, an old Taoist priest, be able to do something proper?"

"Wait, it will come soon."

This was the first time that he did not fight to the death in front of others. After the abbot of Yuqing Temple spoke, Xiang Jiannan saw his master immediately start to walk out of the temple, and he hurriedly followed him, feeling actually very ashamed.

Fortunately, the master of Yuqing Temple was magnanimous. After his disciple was made to cry, he did not investigate further. He got down to business as soon as he opened his mouth, which made me, who was originally a little nervous, not know what to say.

The difference is obvious. Master, what you did was indeed not right. If it were the monks from Baofo Temple, they would have probably already started a fight by now.

That little Taoist priest looks so young.

"Master."

The two drivers, who had been waiting in the temple for a long time, saw Gao Yuan and Xiang Jiannan finally come out. The two drivers, who had been relying on their voices to guess what was going on, hurried forward and asked.

The two of them had not dared to go up the steps of the Taoist temple before, but they vaguely heard that it seemed to be very lively inside. After so much trouble, they wondered how the discussion was going.

Are these three Taoist temples the main branch of Ping An Temple?

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"After we take down the clay statue of our master, you two can find an inn to rest first."

He took out some change from his sleeve and handed it to Wang and his party. As Gao Yuan spoke, he had already walked to the carriage carrying the clay statue of his master.

After Wang and his entourage came up to him again, his expression was serious and he remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The two coachmen were puzzled and were wondering when the people in Yuqing Temple would come out.

This clay statue of the master is not light. We saw it when we came here this morning. If more people don’t come, it will be difficult to remove it by the four of them alone.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the old Taoist priest next to him rolled up his sleeves, climbed onto the carriage alone, and motioned for them to move away.

Next, an astonishing scene officially appeared.

He was seen holding the clay statue of his master and suddenly exerting force. The next second he threw it into the air very easily. He caught it with one hand. The operation seemed effortless. Before everyone could react, the old Taoist holding the clay statue of his master had already touched the ground with one foot and jumped into the Yuqing Temple with light movements.

The whole process was quiet and without any noise. When I came to my senses and looked at the young Taoist priest, I found that he was also shocked by the old Taoist priest's actions. After the three of them made eye contact, he remembered to explain.

"This is called Swallow's Three Waterings. You guys go find an inn to rest first. I'll go in and take a look."

After saying that, he hurriedly went into Yuqing Temple.

Is this what Yan Zisan copied water from? After Xiang Jiannan disappeared for a long time, Wang Yihang started the carriage and slowly turned around with another driver to go to the main road. He was only thinking about how to promote it after returning.

How to better describe the old Taoist priest's behavior just now must be vivid and respectful of the facts.

The old Taoist priest was able to easily jump over the wall by lifting the clay statue of his master which had been carried out with great difficulty by sixteen laborers. It was not that such a thing was unacceptable, but he was not mentally prepared when it really happened.

It seems that the idea of ​​carrying the clay statue of the master was proposed by the mayor and Mr. Chen. If this matter were to be made public, would they feel that they were doing something unnecessary?

"Please Master."

As soon as he entered Yuqing Temple, he saw more than a dozen Taoists already seated. He saw the master standing in the courtyard shouting loudly, but Xiang Jiannan saw that the dozen Taoists did not move.

As the wooden door behind him suddenly closed, a series of rustling sounds were heard all around. Soon, a group of unfamiliar Taoists were sitting on the wall of Yuqing Temple.

After they jumped in, the Taoist with his hair bun exposed was still trying to climb up, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, one after another.

When the wall climbing time was over, the three-color Taoist robes gathered together, and under the leadership of the three leading people, all the Taoists knelt down facing the clay statue of their master.

The movements were so coordinated that Xiang Jiannan could only hide.

"Welcome Master Zu."

(End of this chapter)