Chapter 38: The master of Quetoujiang Temple knows everything and is the most powerful in the Ten Directions Forest...
Lubo Mountain and Changfeng Temple are bustling with people and tourists.
Outside the mountain gate hall, a huge bronze tripod was burning with incense, and blue smoke was rising straight up.
After passing the archway, two people were arguing at the corner gate next to the Lingguan Temple.
The old man said in a booming voice, "Young Taoist priest, I'm in charge of the temple and sweeping the floor, so why is my salary so low?"
The boy opposite was tall and short, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous look on his face: "That's all."
The old man insisted, "Who are you giving these few hundred yuan to? Changfeng Temple is a big scenic spot, how can you bully the elderly like this?"
The Taoist boy didn't know how to explain himself, and his face turned red from holding it in for a long time.
As more and more people gathered, the old man became even more excited: "I'm already old, and I just want to earn enough money to live on. You must give me this salary today!"
"Master, we're all volunteers here at the temple," a handsome, sharp-eyed Taoist boy approached and offered a helping hand with a smile. "That five hundred yuan was given to you out of the abbot's pocket as summer heat relief, out of consideration for your age."
The old man choked and started to act like a scoundrel: "If I had known there would be no salary, who would do such tiring work?"
The tall Taoist boy grumbled a little aggrievedly, "But I told you before that we were looking for volunteers, that only food and lodging were provided, and that burning incense was free. Why did you change your mind?"
The crowd was talking about it, most of them just watching the fun.
Suddenly, a short-haired woman appeared out of nowhere, ran over and stared at the tall Taoist boy: "What did you just say free?"
The tall Taoist boy was startled and repeated honestly, "Incense is free. Ordinary incense, wax, and candles can be picked up in the side hall."
The woman shook his hand: "Hire me, thank you."
The old man next to her was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became clear-headed and advised, "Miss, you must be mistaken. This is a volunteer job, there is no salary!"
The woman held the boy's hand for a moment, then emphasized even more firmly, "I don't want a salary, just hire me, thank you."
uncle:"……"
What's going on?
Is it so competitive to get a volunteer position at Changfeng Temple?
The two little Taoist boys came to their senses, looked at each other, and then nodded.
The tall Taoist boy asked in a serious tone, "Do you have your ID card with you? I'll make a copy and give it to the abbot, and then I'll take you around the temple."
The woman casually took out her ID card from her pocket and gave it to him.
The two little Taoist boys looked down and said, "Longzhu—85 years?"
Twelve years older than the master?
Doesn't it look like it?
Long Zhu patted his shoulder and showed him the phone interface, with a hint of pride in his tone: "Kid, take me to get the free gift first."
"I'm not young anymore. I'm already thirteen years old this year," the tall Taoist boy straightened his back and introduced solemnly: "My name is Fang Xu, and he is Nan Huai."
Long Zhu said impatiently: "Let's go, Fang Huai."
“…”
It was obviously perfunctory.
The two men led Long Zhu into the Taoist temple.
Behind the Mountain Gate Hall, there are the Lingguan Hall and the Sanguan Hall, and further back is the Sanqing Siyu Hall. Entering through the cave door on the left side of the Sanguan Hall, there are several rows of monk rooms and guest halls, one row for lay believers and the other for disciples of the Taoist temple.
Nan Huai walked in front. He was a chatterbox. Sometimes he felt that the water tank was in the wrong position, and sometimes he said that the incense burner was in the wrong direction.
Fang Xu followed silently behind, moving here and adjusting there.
Nan Huai: "This water tank—"
Before he finished speaking, Fang Xu rolled up his sleeves and picked up the stone jar that was almost half a person's height.
Nan Huai: "——It's fine to put it here."
Fang Xu put it back in its original place without complaint.
Long Zhu: “…”
So this is the people-pleasing personality.
When they arrived at the side hall, Nan Huai chatted with the senior brother who was on guard for a few words, and then exchanged the reward for Long Zhu.
There were ten incense sticks, a pile of paper money from the Bank of Heaven and Earth, a few paper gold ingots and a paper pony with a flowery bridle.
Long Zhu thought the paper pony was very pretty, but he had no place to put it, so he found an iron basin nearby and burned it.
Fang Xu chanted the name of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun and solemnly comforted her, "The deceased is gone. Please accept my condolences."
Long Zhu turned around blankly while burning: "What's the meaning of sorrow? I'm burning it for myself."
Fang Xu: “?”
Nan Huai sighed, "You're lucky! The abbot made five and placed them in the front yard. Tourists thought they looked pretty and took them all. The abbot's uncle had a hard time getting the last one back."
Long Zhu: "Does your temple master also know how to make paper-cut figures?"
Nan Huai praised with great joy, "The abbot knows everything. He is the most powerful master in the Ten Directions Monastery."
He added: "The red incense sticks were also made by the master of the temple, but ours are not as good as the ones made by the master himself."
Long Zhu: "And... made by hand? Where is it?"
Nan Huai: "The abbot would occasionally give us a few, but usually kept them for himself... Why are you drooling?"
Long Zhu wiped the corner of his mouth, his expression calm: "It's too much smoke, it's caused by me."
Fang Xu next to him had no doubts: "Don't squat against the wind."
At this moment, several young Taoist priests ran over with a smile: "Let's go and see the eldest brother get beaten!"
They were like a locomotive, and the Taoist priests nearby hurriedly followed them when they heard it, leaving a long trail of little tails behind them.
Nan Huai jumped up: "Fifth Senior Brother, where are you!"
A voice came from the locomotive in the distance: "Behind the Citang!"
Nan Huai pulled Fang Xu along and chased after him: "Go watch your brother get beaten, this is a rare opportunity."
Long Zhu: "What is Citang?"
Fang Xu ran: "This is where the disciples of the temple practice. Tourists are usually not allowed... Why are you following me?"
Long Zhu: "Didn't you say that this opportunity is rare?"
The two Taoist boys were not surprised by this.
Although they have not yet formally become the disciples of the temple master, they have already stepped into the world of ascetics.
So he also used his spiritual power when running. Logically speaking, it would be impossible for ordinary people to keep up easily.
Moreover, this woman seemed to be running faster than them, and she didn't seem to be struggling at all.
So awesome.
Is this the strength of someone twelve years older than the master?
The Citang is in front of the chapel. There is an open space in front of the hall. It is built on the edge of a cliff, shaded by mountain mist and filled with fairy air.
A dozen disciples lined up in a row, having gone through a tough battle, holding their knees and panting.
A young man in a wheelchair sat nearby, wearing a white Taoist robe and holding a scroll. He spoke gently, "The uneven strength will weaken your momentum and make you feel straitened."
Although the young man had a friendly attitude, the disciples were a little afraid of him, and their expressions and actions were unusually obedient.
Long Zhu and his companions lay outside the flower window and peeked in.
Fang Xu looked at him with admiration and fascination, completely ignoring the fact that his own brother was being beaten.
Long Zhu looked at the white-robed abbot and gestured with his hand: "The master is not that tall either."
She was two heads taller than the tall man when she stood next to him.
Fang Xu hesitated for a long time and said, "Even if the abbot is sitting, he is better than those standing."
Long Zhu turned his head and stared at the legs of the white-robed abbot - the hem of his Taoist robe was long enough to cover the insteps of his bare feet.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a very familiar pattern wrapped around the other person’s ankle... but it was instantly covered by the belt and could not be seen clearly.
Long Zhu thought to himself that he would have to look closer next time.
The eldest brother Fang Ya was ready at this moment. He held a wooden sword in his hand, bowed to Bai He, and then made a sword flower and rushed forward.
Bai He also placed the book on his knees and casually pulled out a thin branch to fight with his disciple. He was surprisingly calm and at ease, and his wheelchair didn't move an inch.
Fang Ya had no other choice but to gather his spiritual power suddenly, sink his Qi into his Dantian, and step into the fighting position. There was a faint sound of a roaring white tiger.
Long Zhu saw it clearly, his eyebrows moved, and he was a little surprised: "Qi Men Dun Jia."
Nan Huai spoke eloquently, "Indeed, among the four great temples, Qingcheng Temple is good at the Five Elements, Taiqing Palace is good at talismans and weapons, Miaoxuan Temple is good at divination, and our Changfeng Temple is famous for Qimen Dunjia."
Fang Xu clenched his fist excitedly: "One of the strange and ominous patterns, the tiger is rampant!"
He swallowed and muttered, "My brother taught me this lesson before. My butt hurt for a month."
Nan Huai interrupted: "That's when Senior Brother held back."
Faced with this fierce killing move, Bai He also swept away his gentle demeanor, frowned slightly, and condensed a murderous aura that almost evolved into a physical form.
In a flash, he swung the branch in his hand, splitting the opponent's moves with a force of ten thousand pounds, and passed through. There was a loud rumbling sound from the opposite hillside, and several huge rocks collapsed and shattered, and dust filled the sky.
Fang Xu was mesmerized by the sight and said, "The bird jumped into the river!"
Nan Huai sighed, "Only the Master can use the Qiyi Xiongge with such power."
Long Zhu thought to himself that he had clearly held back just now.
Bai He also said seriously: "Why are your moves always not decisive enough? Are you trying to make me do that?"
The other disciples chuckled.
Fang Ya rolled on the ground, realizing that if the temple master's move of "bird jumping into the river" hit him, he would be seriously injured at best and killed at worst. There was no need for him to hold back against the temple master.
"If I really have to fight against evil spirits, I will never show mercy." Fang Ya said confidently.
Bai He was helpless: "Not all evil spirits in this world are ghosts. Come again."
The two exchanged moves again, and it still ended with one person being unilaterally abused.
Fang Ya argued: "Master, this time I really want to kill him."
"I didn't see it," Bai He also stroked the branch in his hand and raised his eyes: "The so-called killing intent is the desire from the heart to take the opponent's life."
Fang Xu frowned, "It's harder than climbing to heaven to get my brother to kill the abbot."
Nan Huai: "So, we have to face the ghosts?"
Fang Xu was bewildered: "But ghosts are dead!"
"Ghosts can die twice," Long Zhu put his hands in his pockets, "the second time is called 'soul flying away'."
Nan Huai spoke sharply: "Are you also a cultivator?"
Long Zhu: "That's about right."
Fang Xu became interested: "Since you understand, can you try the killing intent that the master just mentioned?"
Long Zhu mused, "Here? It doesn't seem polite."
Fang Xu was very confident in himself: "It doesn't matter, Nan Huai and I have a foundation."
Long Zhu: "That's fine."
She raised her eyes and pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the two of them expressionlessly. In an instant, a dark river seemed to surge in her eyes: "I, want, you—"
“—Go to hell.”
The next second, his eyes slightly opened, and suddenly a strong murderous aura spread out from between his eyebrows, as if a heavy hammer had hit the gong, causing the top of his head to explode tragically!
After a while, the murderous aura disappeared.
Long Zhu retracted and released the bamboo freely: "One more time?"
When Fang Xu and Nan Huai reacted, they were hugging each other and fell into the large water tank under the eaves in a daze. Their bodies were cold and they had goose bumps all over their backs.
"Oh, luckily there's no water in the tank!"
The two of them then hurriedly jumped out to shake off their clothes, not noticing that Bai He in the distance suddenly moved his eyes and glanced over here coldly.
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