Chapter 45 We Meet Again

045 We meet again

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

As he had nothing to do and gradually became lazy, Xiang Jiannan just practiced a little bit of green energy every day, trying to figure out how to better control it and seek a deeper connection with heaven and earth. After the Jing character area was lit up, his ability to understand the scriptures in Guanli was greatly enhanced, from reading ten lines at a glance to analyzing word by word. Although there were still many things he didn't understand, he had made a lot of progress compared to before.

I can feel that my cultivation is improving little by little, and my knowledge of scriptures has gone from being forgotten in a blink of an eye to being remembered in my mind. From time to time, I think of classic sayings such as "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao". I also seem to be able to think more thoroughly when encountering things.

Take the matter of the master's refusal to teach him how to make pills. In the past, he would have thought that he was hiding something. But it was different now. After drawing a circle around Gao Yu'an many times, Xiang Jiannan suddenly realized something. Maybe the master didn't know how to make pills. Those two pills might have come from somewhere. It was normal for a cultivator to have some pills on hand.

Inherited from ancestors, taken by force, acquired by chance, or sold under the guise of selling mutton. Anyway, in my memory, I have never seen him do anything related to this in the Taoist temple in all these years.

Thinking of this, he felt instantly relieved. When it came to convincing himself, Xiang Jiannan could find hundreds of reasons in a matter of minutes, especially after the word "精" was lit up. This idea was full of confidence.

"Disciple, change into clean clothes today."

Just as he stretched himself facing the rising sun, Xiang Jiannan saw that his master was already sitting in the backyard. He had been unable to stand steadily during this period of time and basically walked close to the wall.

The disciple's fingers seemed to have some kind of consciousness. Every time he looked at himself pointing at the ground, the old Taoist would feel his feet slipping. After a few times, this made the old Taoist master very scared.

The master of a temple was so angry that he lost his temper because of his disciple. After several fruitless negotiations, the disciple said it was none of his business. He was playing with the ants on the ground and did not take his master into consideration at all when he spoke.

In front of so many pilgrims, he didn't even show any dignity. Fortunately, I'm an experienced Taoist and I quickly figured out the tactic of sticking to the wall, which was a step ahead.

"Isn't this body dirty?"

Wondering why the master suddenly cared about what he was wearing, Xiang Jiannan spread his arms and showed them left and right.

I have always been very clean, and the few sets of clothes I have are always kept clean and hygienic. Since the master has given such instructions, there must be someone coming to the Taoist temple today. Yesterday afternoon, Pei Dafa came to Ping'an Temple, with a worried look on his face, and whispered to the master for a long time.

"Put on your red cassock. Don't lose face today."

"A red vestment? That's worse than this one."

When Xiang Jiannan heard his master asking him to change into red robes, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

The red cassock is the red Taoist robe, which is a color that only top-class mages can wear. With his current level of cultivation, he absolutely cannot do such a thing. A Taoist who has reached the first level of Taoism fruit wearing a Taoist robe that only top-class mages can wear is clearly a show of force. That Taoist robe was given to him by his master. The main reason was that he had just changed to a new one at that time, and seeing that he was envious, he gave him a Taoist robe from the closet.

This happened not long after I traveled to the Great Zhou Dynasty. No matter how I think about it afterwards, I feel that I was wronged.

Is color really that important? The patches on that Taoist robe could form half of a garment. At the time, I thought I had gained the master's approval, but after thinking about it, I realized that I had been fooled by the old Taoist priest.

He didn't care about the color of the robe, unlike himself, who thought that wearing a red robe would make him a real wizard.

The more powerful a person is, the more low-key they are. Color is really just color to them.

"You'd better change into it. Stand behind me when I greet the guests later."

Gao Yuan rarely took a tough attitude towards Xiang Jiannan, and he was even more afraid to do so at this moment. He was afraid that his disciple would start drawing small circles again. Today, he had to stand firm in Ping'an Temple, and this matter could not be taken lightly.

"I'll change it right away."

Guessing it would be a big scene, Xiang Jiannan struggled for a while and then did as he was told. The red Taoist robe was fine, and he had his master to protect him anyway. At most he would say a few words later, so he could put the patches and the like aside for now.

Who would laugh at a red-robed Taoist priest? In this Ping'an Town, Xiang Jiannan still had some face. Even if he wanted to laugh, he would definitely not show it in person. Since his master had forced him to such a high position, it would not hurt to laugh once.

I can't let myself get into trouble again in this Ping An Temple. I haven't heard anything happening around me recently.

"Master, I will go open the door first. When everything is ready, you can come out."

After walking a few steps forward along the wall, Gao Yuan suddenly smiled and said:

"Red symbolizes joy and happiness. I am not forcing you."

While speaking, he stared at the movements of Xiang Jiannan's hands, and then quickly left the backyard.

I'm panicking, so I'd better not delay my disciple from changing his clothes, as there are a lot of people waiting for me outside.

So many people!

After changing into the Taoist robe and arriving at the incense hall, Xiang Jiannan was stunned by the neatly lined up pilgrims inside. They were all familiar faces. Even Wang and his party came over to join in the fun. He hadn't seen him for some time since they last met. He heard that he had got in touch with the Chen family and was living a very comfortable life. When he saw him, his face was full of surprise. He must have been amazed by the red robe and was speechless for a moment.

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The young Taoist priest should wear such a Taoist robe. In Wang Yixing's mind, the more eye-catching the color, the more beautiful it is. However, he does not understand what Taoist robes of different colors represent. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, few people knew this.

After all, there are only a small group of people practicing, and compared with the vast population of the Zhou Dynasty, the number is still small.

"Old Taoist priest, the masters from the county are here."

Seeing everyone adjusting their posture and preparing to follow the master into meditation, Xiang Jiannan didn't know for a moment whether he should join them. He felt that he did not have the same concentration as his master and would probably get bored soon after sitting for a while. He couldn't have dressed so formally just for this, could it be?

Over the past half month, the master's meditation activities have attracted quite a lot of people. It is said that the news has spread throughout the surrounding area. When they heard that a master from the county town was coming, they immediately understood what was going on.

It's a good thing that people are paying so much attention to it because there are visitors. Why did Pei Dafa have a bitter face yesterday? Could it be that the other party came from afar just to ruin the place?

Seeing that his master seemed to be in a state of contemplation when he heard the shout, Xiang Jiannan understood that he had to do the welcoming job. No wonder the red Taoist robes were festive and those greeters seemed to love this color as well. He turned around and faced the gate, but before he took a few steps, he saw Pei Dafa leading a group of people into the yard.

The voice is too loud and the Ping An Temple is too small. Behind Mayor Pei, there is a group of monks and young laborers.

They should be the masters coming from the county.

"This is the young Taoist priest from Ping An Temple."

Leading a group of people to the entrance of the incense hall, Pei Dafa then introduced that the Taoist robe worn by the young Taoist priest today was so gorgeous that he almost didn't recognize him when he first saw it.

"It's you!"

A monk with a head full of bald hair suddenly spoke up. He finally recognized the person in front of him. Amid the confusion of the crowd, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Xiang Jiannan by the collar: "Finally found you!"

See you again

The person being lifted up stood on tiptoe, and Xiang Jiannan had to look at the shiny forehead. He had a few words in his mind to say to the person who came, but in the end, they were condensed into three words: There must be light.

(End of this chapter)