Chapter 138 Lock
138 Lock
There was no movement in the next few days.
Unexpectedly, the ghost messenger under the City God was so easy to deal with. After waiting honestly in the temple for a few days, Xiang Jiannan did not see any move from his master.
He said he wanted to recommend An Wensheng, but after daybreak, the old Taoist seemed to have forgotten what he had said.
He still welcomed guests as usual every day and basically never left Ping'an Temple. Seeing this, his disciple became increasingly uneasy. He remained silent to a certain limit and finally could not hold it in any longer.
The temple was rather deserted today. After it opened until after lunch, few pilgrims came in.
Old Taoist priest, it’s time to get down to business.
"Have you figured out how to deal with the matter of the City God?"
Sitting side by side with his master, Xiang Jiannan took the opportunity to ask when he saw the old Taoist looking at the gate with worry on his face.
The master's worry was not because of the City God. The old Taoist couldn't stand the silence of Ping'an Temple.
There was not a single pilgrim, which was a far cry from yesterday. The melee that night was not known to the townspeople. Only the night watchman said that he vaguely saw something, and was then mercilessly ridiculed by the people in the town who heard it.
You, a widower, must have been drunk again. Some time ago, you were saying that you met a woman in white and wanted to marry her. You have been talking nonsense every day.
After being single for so many years and being addicted to alcohol, it's normal to have hallucinations late at night.
“Let it be.”
Facing the gate with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see a group of pilgrims coming, Gao Yuan was very persistent: "Disciple, why don't you go stand at the gate? From the time the gate opened till now, I, the master, have not started to talk."
"I have been realizing more and more moral principles recently. If I don't spread them to the world as soon as possible, I will feel uneasy."
"Don't you always say that everything has its timing? Maybe today is just not the right time."
Sitting motionless on the cushion, Xiang Jiannan didn't want to go out to solicit customers at this moment. His master said that he killed the City God because the time had come, but it felt to him like a pig raised in a pen that needed to be slaughtered.
I won't ask any more questions about things that have already happened, I just want to know what the subsequent progress is.
“You also need to strive for the right time.”
He snorted at Xiang Jiannan, and seeing that his disciple didn't want to pay attention to him, Gao Yuan stood up from the mat:
"Just wait patiently in the temple, someone will come to town to look for us."
"I just think that you should give an explanation as soon as possible. After all, the matter of the City God is of great importance."
"Explain, what do you want to explain?"
Seeing that the master was speaking to reassure himself, Xiang Jiannan followed up with a sentence. Seeing that the old Taoist priest was anxious and his emotions fluctuated, he said in a conceited tone:
"I have already sent the City God away. What does it matter if I hand it over or not? My disciple, don't think too much about it. This kind of thing cannot be rushed."
"Watch first, I will lie down in the back for a while."
People with strength are different.
Watching the old Taoist priest disappear from the incense hall in a few steps, Xiang Jiannan soon stood up from the cushion.
When I arrived at the entrance of the observation deck, I couldn't see a single person for a long time, and I could only hear a few birds singing occasionally.
Those ghost officials dare not act rashly because they are afraid of their master's strength. If you think about it carefully, this old Taoist priest really has the capital to ignore it.
When doing things, it's just like the vicious look that appeared before, no concealment, no accidents, as long as you take action, the consequences don't matter at all.
Strength is the capital he can rely on, and the so-called promise is just a common means to end things.
He stayed alone in the Taoist temple for several hours, until it gradually darkened. Then Xiang Jiannan remembered that his master seemed to have not appeared since he returned to the backyard.
I was so engrossed that I forgot the time. In a daze, I actually slept for quite a while.
It is so miserable today that there is not even a single pilgrim here. We should close the temple early and prepare for dinner.
The first time I was dizzy at the entrance of the temple for several hours, my head feels a little uncomfortable now. Although I am in a semi-asleep state, I didn’t actually get any rest.
"Master, it's time to get up."
When he arrived at the backyard, he shouted from a distance. Not daring to close the door without permission, Xiang Jiannan felt that it was not the time yet. He thought about waking up the sleepy old Taoist priest first.
You're already mentally exhausted after just one quiet day. How did you get through all those years?
What do you want for dinner? If you are in a good mood, please get up and make it for me.
If you are in a bad mood, just be a disciple and don’t say anything.
For those who practice cultivation, I can still handle not eating for one night, but recently, my weight seems to have come back.
He went downstairs and saw that there was no movement coming from the master's room. As he continued to get closer, Xiang Jiannan's heart suddenly started pounding.
The master hasn't shown up for several hours. Maybe he's hiding something from me or secretly manipulating the City God. It's possible now that I think about it.
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It is impossible for the old Taoist priest to do everything openly. If so, it would not fit the image he has in his mind. So he has to do things quietly. With his strength, it should not be difficult for him to pass on a message.
"Come in, the master has been waiting for you."
As he was thinking this and just walked to the door, Xiang Jiannan suddenly heard a voice coming from the room.
There is no smell like after waking up. Is this old Taoist really doing something secret and waiting for me? Who knows?
I pushed the door open to see if he had any instructions, but as soon as I stepped into the room, I felt something was wrong.
Why are there so many people on the master's bed? What do these people want to do to the old Taoist priest? "Close the door."
Xiang Jiannan spoke immediately after he entered the room. Despite his indecent posture in the middle of the bed, Gao Yuan remained as calm as ever.
He saw that his disciple was very reluctant, but even if he didn't say so, the little Taoist priest could not leave.
Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I've actually been waiting since I entered the backyard.
My disciple is really patient sometimes. He would come to the backyard to ask me for several hours.
It also illustrates one thing, that after he returned to the backyard, the business in the temple was still very slow.
If there is a pilgrim coming, the disciple will not wait until this time to show up.
Receiving pilgrims is not his strong point, and he would habitually call for the master at the slightest sign of trouble.
"I'd better stand."
He honestly closed the door and came to a position about a few meters away from the master. He wanted to make an excuse that the temple gate was still open, but under the gaze of a group of old Taoist priests with beards blowing and eyes glaring, Xiang Jiannan finally had no choice but to give up.
The master's bed has now become a communication center for the elderly. Including him, there are a total of six old Taoist priests.
Two of them were locked together with the master, and the three of them had your legs clamped around my neck and my hands grasped your ankles. It looked like a fight to the death.
The other three old Taoists sat in a row against the wall. They stopped chanting only after he entered the room. Their brows looked very much like those of the people from the Earth Sect who had come with the City God before, but upon closer inspection, they were not them.
"Chisongzi, can you let go now?"
"My nose is a little itchy."
Under Xiang Jiannan's gaze, Gao Yuan turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest beside him, his expression looking very strained.
It's not a good idea to be stared at by my disciple like this all the time, especially in such a strange posture.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chi Songzi smiled slightly, and the two legs that were clamped around his neck seemed to move: "It's okay, I will scratch it for you."
(End of this chapter)