Xu Jianguo made a gesture to Fu Bo and others behind him, and they immediately stopped and looked at the old Taoist priest quietly.
The last time he met the old Taoist priest was during the Chinese New Year. Xu Jianguo brought his family to Qingyun Temple and had a reunion dinner with him.
More than three months passed in a flash, and the old Taoist Xuanjue had not changed much. However, as his practice of Taiqing Jue became more and more profound, his whole temperament had undergone a drastic change compared to before.
He no longer looked as malnourished as he did when Xu Jianguo first met him in Wuwei Temple in Mihuntang.
He waited quietly for more than half an hour, until the old Taoist priest finished exercising and assumed a posture of Bao Yuan Shou Yi, then Xu Jianguo walked towards him.
Unexpectedly, just as Xu Jianguo raised his foot, he heard the old Taoist priest's voice: "Jianguo, how am I doing?"
Xu Jianguo was stunned, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He looked at the old Taoist priest who had turned around and was smiling at him.
He raised his hand, gave the old Taoist a thumbs-up, and said, "Great!"
Seeing this, the old Taoist priest burst into laughter.
"Why are you here so early? Are you planning to start work today?" the old Taoist stroked his beard and asked.
"Yeah, isn't the weather getting warmer? I was thinking of cleaning up this place as soon as possible!" said Xu Jianguo.
"Boy, you're so thoughtful. If my master and fellow apprentice knew about this, they wouldn't be very happy!"
"With our relationship, this is a long way off! Besides, this is Funiu's home. As a brother, it's normal for me to repair the house for my sister's family, isn't it?"
"Okay, if you say so, I won't argue with you. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
"You don't have to do anything. You just need to give them instructions while they're working. To keep it secret, I didn't hire too many people. Besides, they don't know much about Qingyun Temple, so you have to tell them what to do. Once you point them in the right direction, you can leave the physical work to them!"
"Okay, I understand. But it's not good for me to do nothing. Leave their lunch to me!"
When Xu Jianguo heard this, he thought he had forgotten about it and quickly said, "No need. The wages I give them include money for food. They can take care of their own lunch at noon. You don't have to worry about it. After giving them the usual instructions, you can do what you are supposed to do!"
The old Taoist thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"
After staying in Qingyun Temple for more than an hour and finalizing some construction details and precautions, Xu Jianguo prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he came to the open space beside the woods outside the Taoist temple, put out several containers, then greeted the old Taoist priest and slipped into the space.
After returning to the space, the whole family had gotten up and were eating breakfast in the yard.
Seeing this, Xu Jianguo walked over with a smile, sat down next to Wen Sitian, grabbed a fried dough stick and took a bite.
"Hey? Dad, where have you been?" Lele asked with greasy eyes while holding a fried cake.
"Dad's out on some business!"
"Oh, do you want some fried cakes? They're delicious!"
"Dad doesn't want to eat, you eat it!" Xu Jianguo said with a smile, grabbed the napkin on the table and wiped his daughter's mouth.
No one else said anything, just quietly watching the father and daughter interact. Finally, Funiu couldn't help it and complained: "You girl, I wanted to eat your fried cake just now, why didn't you give it to me?"
Lele shook his little head and said seriously: "Because you are not the father!"
"Okay, you only have daddy in your heart, right? Then don't sleep in my bed tonight!"
When Lele heard this, he immediately took a big bite of the half-eaten fried cake in his hand, filling his little mouth, and then handed the remaining small piece to Funiu, mumbling something that no one could understand.
Looking at the cute and adorable appearance of the little girl, Erya couldn't help herself at first. She spit out the soy milk she had just drunk, and then she held her stomach and laughed.
Seeing this, the others stopped holding back their laughter and looked at Funiu's helpless expression, then burst out laughing.
However, in order to save the little girl's face, Funiu, as her aunt, stood up and walked to Lele with a look of disgust, ate the small piece of fried cake in her hand with her long mouth, then rolled her eyes at her, and reached out to poke her little head gently, causing the little girl to giggle.
Returning to her seat, Funiu took a big sip of soy milk and said to Xu Jianguo, "Brother, your daughter is so protective of her food, and you don't know how to control her!"
Xu Jianguo took a bite of the fried dough stick, shrugged and said, "My niece takes after her aunt, what can I do?"
Wen Sitian, who was covering her mouth and laughing, also kept nodding her head to show her approval.
After the whole family finished breakfast with laughter and joy, Xu Jianguo looked at the time and took them out of the space and returned home.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was still plenty of time, Xu Jianguo drove Wenwen and the three girls directly to school, and then went to the 523 Institute to start a new day of work.
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In the blink of an eye, it was three days later.
Jingzhou, six in the morning, Jiulongshan Cemetery.
The area around the farewell hall halfway up the mountain has been placed under martial law, and armed guards can be seen standing guard everywhere.
Today is the day the woman will be cremated and buried.
A group of central bosses, including Mr. Big and Mr. Small, arrived here early.
Even those who had conflicts with women in the past came over.
The farewell hall was decorated solemnly, with wreaths and elegiac couplets everywhere. Except for the military uniforms, the clothes worn by the bigwigs were mostly black and gray.
Under the guidance of the funeral committee members, everyone bowed and bid farewell to the body of the woman lying among the chrysanthemums.
Although funeral music was playing at the scene, no crying was heard.
With the end of the farewell ceremony, the cemetery staff pushed the woman's body away for cremation. The bigwigs did not wait for the burial ceremony, but left after saying goodbye to the big and small gentlemen.
In the lounge, Mr. and Mrs. were there.
Mr. Da lit a cigarette for himself, flicked the match in his hand, extinguished the flame, and asked, "Old Zhou, do you think we made a wrong move?"
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