Chapter 133
133 I have complete faith in my master's words.
The next morning, he went to compensate someone else for their carriage. He listened to the master muttering to everyone for half an hour, and Xiang Jiannan kept holding the wheel in his hand.
The old Taoist spoke so emotionally and analyzed the situation from many angles that the onlookers felt so miserable that they were reluctant to give up the silver they had in their hands for a long time.
In the end, it was Pei Dafa who couldn't stand it anymore, and he ended the compensation matter by force, jokingly.
The old Taoist priest was too good at talking. What he said later was really profound. Was the clay statue of the master brought back? Wang and his party made quite a fuss when they came back yesterday. They stood at the street corner and talked to everyone about their heroic deeds in the county.
An old Taoist priest drove recklessly in the city, carrying a clay statue of his master in both hands as if he was in an empty space.
This matter was soon confirmed by another coachman who was traveling with him. In his words, he had lived a happy life for so long and finally he was bold enough to do something reckless.
"What are you still doing with this thing?"
After the compensation was settled, Xiang Jiannan and he returned to the Taoist temple to prepare. Seeing that his disciple was still holding the wheel and refused to give it up, Gao Yuan looked at him strangely:
"My disciple, have you become too attached to it? It's just a broken wheel, why are you holding on to it?"
"Leave it as a thought, Master, please don't worry about it."
Compared to his master's passionate speech just now, Xiang Jiannan spoke in a somewhat weak voice.
I thought about it until dawn last night, and finally set my sights on the stinking ditch in Guanqian again.
What the master said might be half true and half false. If there really was a monster under Ping An Temple, the stinking ditch would definitely be the most suspicious place.
So many things had happened there before, and I had known before that there might be something inside. However, after experiencing so many incidents, I had actually been deliberately avoiding it. Now, hearing the master tell me such a shocking secret, it completely matched what I had thought in my mind.
Of course, this has nothing to do with why he insisted on holding on to the wheel. The money had been spent, and Xiang Jiannan just suddenly felt that he should leave something behind.
It is not actually that easy to hold this wheel in my hand. I walked dozens of miles with it last night. When I wanted to throw it away, I found that I could not bear to do it.
The original owner never even looked at the wheels in his hands, so he had to take them back.
"Wipe the master's clay statue again later. You can't be as lazy as before these few days."
Agreeing with Xiang Jiannan's thoughts, Gao Yuan pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple and looked straight ahead. He stopped and suddenly said,
"After wiping the mud statue, clean up the courtyard inside and outside. Today is a big day for our Ping An Temple."
"What big day?"
Thinking that he had already done what his master had told him to do early in the morning, Xiang Jiannan did not feel much resistance in his heart. He threw the wheel and rolled it directly to the corner.
It is actually right to call it a big day. It is the first day that the restored clay statue of the master is seeing guests, which has great significance.
"Today is the 1,548th day that our Master has come to our Ping An Temple."
"In order to show respect to our master, I have decided to organize a small event. Disciple, go and get ready."
One thousand five hundred and eighty-four, this reason sounds so familiar, 1584, the pronunciation is fine.
Turning around, he saw that the master had already started working. Xiang Jiannan didn't understand what was worth celebrating until he picked up the rag. It was not until the old Taoist priest tore off the red silk and asked him to help hang it outside the temple that he realized what he was thinking.
This old Taoist wants to make money. He just lost a carriage and now wants to get it back!
Sure enough, after the red silk was stretched, he took out paper and pen and began to draw talismans. The talisman paper he made this time was not for selling. Instead, they were pasted in every corner of the temple. At first glance, it seemed a bit weird. It was called a celebration, but it didn't fit the atmosphere at all.
"Master seems to be much more majestic."
Soon, pilgrims flocked to Ping An Temple.
It had already been agreed upon. Not long after Xiang Jiannan and his master had finished the arrangements, Pei Dafa hurriedly rushed to the Taoist temple with a group of people.
At first, I was a little confused by the talisman papers that could be seen everywhere, but after entering the incense hall, I immediately exclaimed in admiration.
However, the words were not spoken in a very tactful manner, and as soon as they were spoken, they made the residents nearby feel uncomfortable.
The master has always been very dignified, and what the mayor said is quite consistent with his usual level.
No one spoke. After kneeling, everyone waited for the old Taoist priest to speak.
I want to know what happened to the old Taoist priest in the city yesterday. Wouldn't his arms get tired from running wildly with the clay statue of his master? His strength is amazing! Wang Yihang said that the old Taoist priest also cured a soldier guarding the city when he left the city. Not long after leaving the city, he seemed to deliberately send them away.
There was no need for explanation, as they also believed that the carriage was definitely not destroyed by the two Taoists. Some residents became even more curious after hearing the young Taoist priest say that they walked back on foot.
Even if the carriage was destroyed, there were still horses. Why not let one person ride back and call for help?
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It is not possible to ride a horse while holding up the clay statue of the master. No matter how strong the horse is, it is unlikely to be able to carry the clay statue of the master. There is no doubt about this.
Unless some means are used.
"After entering the city yesterday, the Taoist priest and his disciple did encounter some troubles."
Seeing that everyone was obviously not interested in spending money after they sat down, Gao Yuan, who was wearing the yellow Taoist robe today, also sat down on the cushion:
"The carriage was destroyed and the horses disappeared. This trip to the county town was really dangerous..."
"Thanks to Master's blessing."
Disappear without a trace, just disappear right where you are.
Hearing the master talk about the easy matter of horses, Xiang Jiannan recalled the bizarre scene last night.
He was sure that the horse was still there when he opened his eyes again, but after the white crane in the air spit out a few more balls of fire, something strange happened.
The horse, which had remained extremely calm throughout the whole process, suddenly disappeared at such a speed that it seemed like it only took a breath.
It was only because my attention was not on the horse at the time that I thought about the fact that it was evaporated on the spot, which should be related to the fire at that time. This idea needs a basis to make sense.
The flames had been hovering around him and his master and disciple, except that their range narrowed a little later. From beginning to end, it seemed that they had never actively attacked them.
The time when Master jumped up following the talisman paper doesn’t count.
"It can be said that after all the hard work, there is happiness. We will definitely keep everything the Taoist priest has done in mind."
After Gao Yuan finished speaking, Pei Dafa looked at the clay statue of his master with an excited expression:
"When I came in just now, I found that the temple was covered with talismans. Is there something important today?"
"Master's birthday."
Pei Dafa spoke immediately after he finished speaking. After a while, Gao Yuan changed his words. Xiang Jiannan couldn't remember the numbers of days he had mentioned before. He stood up and wanted to go back to the backyard.
Next it was the old Taoist priest’s performance time. He kept changing his mannerisms and I really couldn’t handle it.
(End of this chapter)