Chapter 507: Seven Days of Worship, Getting into Trouble
The sounds of silver ingots and copper coins are completely different, and there are no pilgrims today, so the sound of copper coins cannot be heard.
After they had endured enough to close the door of the Taoist temple, the two Taoist boys competed in leg strength, scrambling to get to the merit box and taking out the two silver ingots inside.
The white silver looks so pleasing to the eye.
According to the rules, he went to report to Master Liu, and said with great joy, "Today I have received another two taels of silver!"
Master Liu was enjoying the cool air in the room, fanning himself and extending his hand.
The Taoist boy snorted, but refused to pay, saying, "Master, how could you keep it all for yourself?"
Master Liu slowly lowered his legs from the chair, held the palm-leaf fan upside down in his hand, and said with a forced smile, "What's the matter? Are you settling accounts with the old man?"
The Taoist boy looked at the handle of the palm-leaf fan, which was rubbed black and shiny by Master Liu's grip. He immediately pursed his lips and angrily slapped the silver on Master Liu's hand. There was a loud slap, and his hand was also hurt by the silver.
"Hey!" Master Liu shouted.
The Taoist boy ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Master Liu's voice could not be heard from behind, and he could faintly hear a curse: "Little bastard!"
The Taoist boy entered the house and complained to another Taoist boy, "The old man is too stingy."
The other Taoist boy nodded in agreement and asked, "You didn't keep him?"
The Taoist boy gestured with his hand and said, "If I say one more word, he'll hit me on the head with the handle of his fan."
The other Taoist boy sighed and said, "I knew it. Alright, go to bed."
The Taoist boy walked out with the basin in his arms, asking as he walked, "Do you think he'll come tomorrow?"
Another Taoist boy asked, "How should I know?"
"Maybe he will come." The Taoist boy's voice came out from the door, mixed with the sound of water, and it was unclear. "If he comes tomorrow, we won't tell the master."
The Taoist boy in the inner room laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid of your master breaking your legs?"
The person outside didn't hear clearly, so the topic ended there.
However, the pilgrim who was worried and generous came again.
Not only did it come the next day, but it also came on the third, fourth, and fifth days, and every day.
Every time he came, he never spoke to anyone. He just prayed silently in front of the statue of the Emperor, and seemed to be muttering something. When he left, he gave two taels of incense money.
On the sixth day, the two taels of incense money turned from white to yellow.
The two Taoist boys opened their mouths wide, as if they could swallow the gold ingot.
They took the gold ingot to Master Liu, and one of them said worriedly, "Master, is this believer mentally ill?"
Another said, "If his family comes looking for us, not only will they accuse us of stealing, they'll report us to the police and have us arrested."
The two gold ingots sparkled brightly under the candlelight. Master Liu frowned, sighed, and said, "I'll go meet him tomorrow."
He put the two gold bars away and looked at his two apprentices with limited skills. He suddenly felt annoyed and asked, "How are your studies going?"
The two Taoist boys suddenly retracted their necks like two frightened ducks.
Master Liu was so angry that he picked up the palm-leaf fan at hand, turned it around and hit them on the head.
"Still not working hard! Still not working hard!"
The two Taoist children were so shocked that they screamed like ghosts and howled like wolves. They ran away from the house and squeezed out, shouting repeatedly: "Let's go practice now!"
The two Taoist boys ran away holding their heads. Master Liu jumped twice on one foot, hooked the other shoe under his foot, put it on carefully, and went to the Emperor's Temple. He kowtowed three times to the Emperor, and then practiced the spell to invite the gods to descend to the earth.
In a trance, I seemed to see the pure yang sun, and my heart gradually calmed down.
On the seventh day, Jin Ting Daxian came to worship the gods as usual.
There were two Taoist boys, one kept an eye on him, and the other ran to find Master Liu.
Master Liu came in a hurry without disturbing the pilgrim.
Seeing that he was still worried and pale, as if possessed by an evil spirit, he prayed silently before the emperor's throne, and then threw two taels of gold into the merit box.
Just like the previous six days, nothing changed.
Master Liu watched him silently, and began to use the divine power of the Emperor to help the pilgrim, but after much calculation, he saw no success.
Master Liu's beard twitched. His ability to calculate was really mediocre, so it was no surprise that he couldn't figure it out.
When the Immortal Jin Ting turned around, he found that Master Liu was sulking with his beard and glaring, and he didn't know what he was angry about.
He pretended not to know him, and just nodded slightly to him out of respect for his robes, and was about to leave the Emperor's Palace.
Master Liu said slowly, "Please stay, my dear believer."
Jin Ting Daxian came back to his senses in confusion, looked at Master Liu, and asked, "Master, are you calling me?"
Master Liu nodded and said profoundly, "The believers have been in a state of great distress for seven days now. I wonder if they have resolved their problems?"
Jin Ting Daxian gave a wry smile, his pale face showing deep fatigue. He said, "Perhaps I'm not sincere enough."
Master Liu said with a smile, "I am the abbot of the Fuji Temple. I wonder if you would be willing to share with me the worries of your believers?"
The Immortal Jin Ting looked at Master Liu as if he were his savior, bowed deeply, and said, "Please, Master, help me!"
Master Liu held the arm of the Immortal Jin Ting and said, "Follow me, my good friend."
On one side of the Emperor's Palace is the Quiet Hall.
Master Liu invited the Immortal Jin Ting over, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Believer, please tell me about it."
The Immortal Jin Ting looked at the swaying water and the rough tea bowl, as if in a trance, and his voice floated out.
"I've been having nightmares lately."
"I dreamt that the sky over Gusu was the colour of blood. Ghosts and gods came from nowhere and were killing people everywhere. Blood was everywhere, and the screams were terrifying."
"I was captured by ghosts and spirits. They peeled off my skin, tore open my flesh, broke my bones, and took something from my soul."
"I haven't slept well for a long time. Every time I wake up, I have a splitting headache, as if my head has been split open."
The Immortal Jin Ting looked at Master Liu and said, "I have prayed to many gods and Buddhas, but nothing worked. I heard that the Emperor Fuyou of Fuji Temple is effective, so I came here."
"Master, please save me."
No one knew why, but the believer's speech was incoherent, as if he was talking in a trance, which made Master Liu tremble all over and his heart beat wildly.
The cultivation of the lower three levels is still far from the spiritual realm, and Master Liu is at the eighth level, which is only half-baked.
He didn't understand why the words of Jin Ting Daxian had already alarmed his spirit.
Master Liu only felt danger, only felt horror, and only felt that he could not handle this matter.
He has experienced too much and too many things that he cannot handle at this age.
Fortunately, he was very perceptive. When he encountered a situation similar to today's, he only needed to withdraw and he would not get into trouble.
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