Chapter 96 Dream Hot Post
The next day, at Meng's house in Hecheng.
As soon as Meng Caiyun entered the courtyard, she turned and cautiously closed the door, her movements furtive and stealthy. A talisman written in black ink on white paper floated towards her. Just as it touched the corner of her clothes, it suddenly disintegrated into a puff of smoke, startling her.
"The Dharma Assembly in Hongfu Village, Langang is about to begin. I thought you would not come back." Meng Chengyin, wearing a black double-breasted Chinese shirt, sat at the stone table in the yard, holding a yellowed rectangular piece of paper in his palm and slowly writing something on it with a brush dipped in ink.
Meng Caiyun breathed a sigh of relief, patted his clothes, and said with a smile, "Dad, look at what you said. If I don't come back, are you going to pretend to be Madam Liu for me?"
Meng Chengyin was amused by her and shook his head, saying, "You are so disrespectful."
After saying this, he raised his hand, and the talisman he had just drawn flew out from the tip of the pen, stuck to the corner of Meng Caiyun's clothes, and turned into a cloud of smoke.
Meng Caiyun fanned himself with his hands, coughing a few times deliberately. "I only stayed in Shu City for a few more days. I don't think I'd need a full set of talismans right after I got back. Drawing a talisman is not easy, so please don't waste it."
Meng Chengyin dropped his joking expression and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. "Nonsense again! Last time in Qingcheng Mountain, I was busy with other things and didn't have time to care about you. You've been in the formation for so long, the resentment has attached to you, I need to drive it away."
Seeing that he was about to come again, Meng Caiyun quickly clasped his hands together and begged for mercy: "I don't know how much it would cost to buy a talisman from you outside. We have a lot of money at home, but we can't burn it like this. Dear father, please stop!"
Meng Chengyin shook his head again: "If you are as calm at home as you are outside, I won't care about you."
He finally put down his pen and paper and stopped pursuing the matter.
The stone table was furnished with all four treasures of the study. Unlike other cultivators, Meng Chengyin preferred to draw talismans on bamboo paper, emphasizing the principle of "a single flash of inspiration and a finished product." Of course, for formal occasions, he would bathe, burn incense, and prepare yellow paper and cinnabar. However, for someone of his current stature, few could afford to invite him to perform a rite of passage; it was usually held on Meng Caiyun's head.
Meng Caiyun thought that Old Meng's habit was similar to that of most elderly people in the world, who like to eat vegetables they grow themselves, wear sweaters they knit themselves, and drink wine they brew themselves. Meng Chengyin planted a bunch of bamboo in his backyard, and every year he made his own paper by cutting it. Because of this hobby, he even invested in small traditional papermaking studios and even set an example by using bamboo paper to make talismans. This inspired some Taoist practitioners to follow suit, but they later gave up because they realized that Meng Chengyin's talismans had nothing to do with paper; he could even use toilet paper to create the same effect.
Of course, the toilet paper thing was pure nonsense. Meng Caiyun thought to himself that Old Meng still had his own artistic accomplishments and wouldn't do something so tasteless.
The housekeeper, Uncle Tong, brought over a pile of reimbursement documents and asked Meng Chengyin to review them.
Meng Caiyun pulled a wooden stool nearby and sat down, hesitating and looking embarrassed.
Meng Chengyin signed his name with great fanfare, then asked with a clear mind, "Why, what did Ruan Mengxiu say to you?"
Old Meng is very well-informed.
Meng Caiyun was stunned, then he sat up straight and told the whole story openly. He smiled and asked, "Do you know if my great-grandfather really became an immortal as Grandma Hu said?"
Meng Chengyin stopped writing and was silent for a while. Uncle Tong beside him lowered his head as if understanding what he meant and left silently. Only the father and daughter were left in the yard, along with a pond of colorful koi swimming happily.
As the spring water gurgled, he slowly picked up his pen and asked, "What kind of person do you think your great-grandfather was?"
Meng Caiyun thought, is there any need to ask? Of course, he is the idol of the entire Xuanmen.
She said tactfully, "Master Lingxuan, Meng Bujiu, was born in 1900. He is a famous cultivator in modern times who specializes in talismans and weapons. He is a member of the Xuanmen sect..."
Meng Chengyin rubbed his forehead and said, "Okay, tell me seriously."
"Hey! Everyone knows he's a hero, saving the country and the people, saving all living beings," Meng Caiyun began to mindlessly apply empty praise to him. "He and Taoist Lingsu teamed up to kill Zhao An. Isn't that a good story? I've heard it so many times that my ears are callused."
In the 1920s, the country was in turmoil and the situation was unclear. The Taoist sect was roughly divided into two factions. One faction advocated keeping a low profile and preserving oneself, while the other faction encouraged people with lofty ideals to plunge into the turbulent times and save the people from danger.
Meng Bujiu and Wang Suqing are obviously the latter.
Both of them were the best among the younger generation of Xuanmen at that time. They were taught by the Master Zhongmiao. They were full of youthful vigor and momentum. With a wave of their hands, they could command the response of thousands. They were well-deserved leaders.
And who was Zhao An? Not only was he a supporter of the Three Death Gates and a lackey of evil, but he was also a powerful warlord. In the area around Hecheng at that time, he had the ability to cover the sky with one hand.
This man was cunning, profit-driven, and vain. Although the Zhao family had always been a bad family, its notoriety reached its peak when it came to his generation.
This person did not leave any traces that needed to be memorized in history books, but he was almost despised and hated by everyone in the Xuanmen.
Once, a righteous man from the Xuan Sect approached him, urging them to put aside their grudges and unite against the enemy. However, Zhao An ignored his offer, even imprisoning him and inviting his friends and neighbors to his mansion to enjoy the captive's ugliness. He also forcibly seized the secret techniques of various schools, committing crimes worthy of hell a hundred times.
The young and ambitious Meng Bujiu immediately made a decision that he would eliminate this great evil that everyone hated.
In the end, he did succeed.
This fact was recorded in the history books of the Xuanmen sect and is almost known to everyone.
Meng Chengyin said, "That's true, but few people know that your great-grandfather and Taoist Lingsu teamed up with the judge to kill Zhao An."
Meng Caiyun was genuinely shocked: "They...made a deal with the Three Death Sects?!"
And then killed Sansimen's own dog?
Why should the judge agree?
"I don't know the inside story, but what I do know is that your great-grandfather and the judge made deals more than once." Meng Chengyin sighed.
Meng Caiyun became nervous: "Is there a second time?"
Meng Chengyin said calmly, "The second time was to kill Zhao Fu."
Meng Caiyun was stunned: "Grandfather killed Bai Caishen, didn't he kill my grandfather first?"
Zhao An himself may not be able to defeat Meng Bujiu, but he is extremely powerful and has hundreds of extraordinary people under his tutelage. No matter how powerful the Wang Meng brothers and sisters are, they are outnumbered and cannot stand alone. Meng Caiyun thinks it makes sense that they need to join forces with the judge to get rid of Zhao An, but is it necessary to ask the judge for help to kill Zhao Fu alone?
It’s not that Meng Caiyun looked down on Zhao Fu, but since childhood, people have been talking about the story of Taoist Lingxuan killing the White God of Wealth. In those stories and legends, although Zhao Fu was rampant, there is always someone better than you, and it seemed that her fate was to be defeated by Meng Bujiu.
Meng Chengyin smiled and said, "Many people may not believe this, but in fact, Zhao Fu alone is as powerful as Zhao An and his group of disciples."
Zhao Fu is the daughter of Zhao An. Although many outstanding bosses were introduced as "gifted and intelligent" when they were young, if Zhao Fu were still alive, this adjective would be a bit of an exaggeration and embarrassing.
She can be said to be the most gifted and astonishing genius in the history of the Zhao family.
When Zhao An was killed, Zhao Fu was only four years old. Forty years later, she personally killed Meng Bujiu's son Meng Xian and arrogantly left a note asking Meng Bujiu how it felt to lose a loved one.
Two years later, Meng Bujiu killed Zhao Fu in revenge, and since then, he has disappeared without a trace and has not been heard from since.
People say that Taoist Lingxuan has resolved his grudges, his thoughts are clear, and he has become an immortal through meditation.
"Could it be that Great Grandfather's disappearance was the result of the Judge coming to collect a debt?" Meng Caiyun frowned and speculated, "That's not right. Then why did Grandma Hu still see Great Grandfather at the underground immortal gate?"
"My personal opinion is that your great-grandfather was sentenced to serve his debt, but he wasn't destined to die, and a little bit of his soul still exists in this world." Meng Chengyin took off his glasses and wiped them. "As for becoming an immortal... I think it might be a misunderstanding. No one in this world can truly ascend to become an immortal. Caiyun, you should understand. You see, everyone says that Taoist Lingsu is the first person to reach immortality, but isn't she still a mortal now?"
Meng Caiyun thought to himself: But I think what Hu Aqing said makes a lot of sense.
Of course she didn't say this.
Back in the room, she took a bath. When she was bored, she took out her tablet and browsed the forum.
The message prompt lit up twice. Wang Fengxu saw that she was online and sent her a private message directly on the forum app.
[Becoming Rich: Going Back?]
Meng Caiyun got out of the bathtub and typed with both hands: Just arrived, how about you guys?
[Becoming Rich: I brought Xiao Fuzi back to Guanli. I sold a few photography books through my friend circle and need to go back to ship them.]
[Mo Chanyan: Where is the dragon bamboo? ]
[Becoming Rich: Hi, she went to Fengcheng! ]
[Mo Chanyan: ? ? What are you going there for? ]
[Becoming Rich: [Speechless] After listening to Hu Aqing's words, she felt that she had been going in the wrong direction for so many years and wanted to explore further.]
[Mo Chanyan: Then why don't you just give her a few earth-drilling talismans? What does that have to do with Fengcheng?]
[Becoming Rich: Hehe, there’s Master Bai in Fengcheng~]
Meng Caiyun didn't know much about the shape of heaven and earth, and at this time he just thought that Long Zhu was going to visit the other party, so he replied: Oh, they get along pretty well.
[Becoming Rich: What about you? Aren't you going to the Lancang Dharma Assembly soon? What do you think about the forum?]
The Dharma Assembly in Hongfu Village, Langang, is held once a year. It is a kind of sacrificial ceremony believed by the local people. Because it is close to the village, Taoist priests from Taiqing Palace were invited to help with the ritual in previous years. Last year, for some reason, because an internet celebrity took a few photos of the Dharma Assembly, it suddenly became popular on the social platform, causing the organizers to decide to expand the venue this time and prepare a lot of props, lighting and sound equipment in advance, hoping to attract more foreign tourists to consume.
The locals worship a deity called Lady Liu and have built a temple dedicated to her. During every religious ceremony, a young female Taoist priest is needed to play the role of Lady Liu, acting as a medium to communicate with the deity and bestow blessings on her.
In the past two years, it was my junior sister from the temple who went there, and this year it was Meng Caiyun’s turn.
This job looks enjoyable, as you are carried along and watched all the way, but you have to wear a huge and heavy painted mask, which is a bit similar to the folk custom of parading gods in coastal cities. It is actually not an easy job.
[Mo Chanyan: What's the matter? ]
There was a long silence on the other end, followed by a series of exclamation marks: The IP address that posted this is in Lan Port, didn’t you know?! !
Meng Caiyun was puzzled: What do I want to know?
A moment later, [Become Rich] reposted an internal link, which was a popular discussion post in [Hearsay].
Does anyone know if dreams can come true?
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