Chapter 70 Wuzhuang Temple (First Order!)
It was the seventh day after Old Master Ren came back to life.
“Gee~!”
“Gee~!”
Zhou Yi and Ying Yu rode their horses to the west of the county town, and after passing through the city gate, they gradually increased their speed.
After passing a small river bend, Ying Yu slightly tightened the reins.
He found that Master Yi was not good at horse riding and was even quite clumsy.
"Excuse me," Zhou Yi said openly, "Actually, I've never ridden a horse, and the city was bustling just now. I was afraid of bumping into passersby, so I just dared to pull the horse along."
"I see."
Ying Yu and the reins should walk side by side:
"The Taoist master's Qing Gong is first-rate, enough to travel all over the world. There are places that horses can't reach, but using Qing Gong makes it as easy as walking on flat ground. I would rather give up the saddle and stirrup to obtain the Taoist master's Qing Gong."
"The west of the city has a lot of land, perfect for riding and horseback riding, but unfortunately Wollongong is very close, and it only takes a cup of tea to get there."
He suddenly looked depressed:
"There is still urgent business to be done within the sect. Once the Taoist finds someone, I will take my leave."
Zhou Yi said, "Brother Ying, please tell me the direction. I will go there by myself."
"It doesn't matter. I don't mind this little bit of time. If I hadn't been injured by Old Master Ren, I would have delivered the letter to my family on behalf of the Taoist priest."
Ying Yu touched his chest and found that he was fine.
"I told my master about the Taoist priest's journey of a thousand miles to send a letter home. He was very pleased. If Taoist priest Yi has time, he can visit my Tiankui sect's Nanyang dojo."
"Old Master Ren is an old friend of my master. This time, it was thanks to the help of the Taoist priest that this was accomplished."
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I accepted money from others and helped them to get rid of disasters. Master Ren has already repaid you, so let's not talk about whether to help or not."
"However, Senior Lu is old and virtuous. If I have the opportunity to pay him a visit, I will definitely not miss it."
Ying Yu nodded repeatedly and almost made an appointment with him.
After walking about eight or nine miles, Zhou Yi became more and more proficient in horse riding.
But before he could whip his horse, he had already arrived at his destination.
I saw winding hills not far away, the green mountains turned into thick emerald in the breath of early summer, and Wolonggang was stretching out before my eyes.
"The sky is like a dome, the land like a chessboard. People are divided into black and white, fighting for honor and disgrace."
Looking at the white river that was like a belt leaning against the hills, Zhou Yi was so impressed by the beautiful scenery that he was inspired to write poetry.
"Well, this is a song written by Mr. Wolong. In Nanyang, even farmers working in the fields with hoes can sing a few lines of it."
As a local, Ying Yu was naturally very familiar with the place.
He led the way towards the large field ridge ahead. The road became narrower and narrower. He saw houses on every ridge, and the sounds of chickens and dogs crossed the fields.
After walking another two miles, the horse's hooves were covered with wet mud.
Seeing an old farmer leaning on his hoe and sipping a drink by the field, Zhou Yi stepped forward and asked:
"Excuse me, sir, is there a family with the surname Xie in the mountain village ahead?"
"There are many people with the surname Lu here. Hmm, there is a family with the surname Xie. You can just go along the way. There is an old Taoist temple on this mountain, not far away."
Zhou Yi thanked him, and the old farmer smiled innocently and continued drinking.
Ying Yu said: "Yes, it must be the one you are looking for."
Zhou Yi bowed to him:
"There are many villages around this place. If I were to search alone, it would probably take me ten days. Thank you very much, Brother Ying."
Ying Yu waved his hand:
"Now that I've found it, I'll take my leave."
"good."
Ying Yu said hello and turned his horse and left.
There is no need to worry about Zhou Yi at this time. He is riding his horse at full speed, and it seems that he has something urgent to do.
Zhou Yi felt warmer in his heart.
I have a better impression of the Tiankui Sect.
Leading the horse forward and passing the ridge of the field, I saw a stone path winding through the fields. I went up along the stone steps, with ancient cypresses on both sides of the road, and the quietness was refreshing.
As the mountain breeze blows, the new leaves flutter like green waves, and a fresh air spreads over Wolonggang.
Along the way, Zhou Yi saw several thatched huts covered with ivy, some with bamboo fences, but the fences were broken and rotten.
It had obviously been abandoned long ago and no one lived there.
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, um. Zhou Yi didn’t know where the prime minister’s thatched cottage was.
I met a few farmers carrying hoes and asked them for directions.
After walking a few hundred steps, I heard the sound of water flowing in the mountain stream.
Next to a simple wooden bridge made of several fallen trees, there is an isolated wooden house.
Zhou Yi walked forward and knocked on the wooden door, but no one answered.
Aren't you at home?
"Uncle, thank you Uncle——"
I tried shouting a few times inside and waited for a while, but still no response.
He looked around and found a poplar tree, where he was about to tie his horse and wait.
Unexpectedly, the knot was not tied.
Then I heard hurried footsteps coming from the corner of the mountain path.
Zhou Yi turned around and the man appeared before him.
He was dressed in a grayish-blue coarse linen Taoist robe, was over fifty years old, and had a strange look on his face.
His face was dark, his cheeks were sunken and his cheekbones were high and straight like a crow's beak.
His eyebrows were as thick as charcoal, and below them was a pair of pupils with dots of black gold, staring intently at Zhou Yi.
“Hey~!”
He held a brush in his hand, raised his head and took a breath, looking quite strange.
Seeing Zhou Yi wearing a simple Taoist robe, he did not call him Taoist friend.
He frowned and asked fiercely, "Hey, kid, who are you from?"
Who are you from?
"Of course they are from the Eastern Sui Dynasty."
Zhou Yi's tone was also rather cold. I don't owe you any money, so how can you be so rude and question me right away?
"nonsense!"
The Taoist frowned even deeper. "Where are you from?"
"From thousands of miles away."
"Bullshit! Bullshit!"
He cursed and leaped three feet, "Boy, are you trying to trick me on purpose?"
Zhou Yi frowned and said coldly:
"I saw you dressed in Taoist attire, and I thought you were a fellow Taoist who was cultivating his mind and body in the mountains. But I didn't expect you to be so rude and disrespectful the moment we met."
"I replied to your words and didn't scold you. Isn't that better than your attitude? Why are you saying I'm playing tricks on you again?"
The Taoist was originally furious, but after hearing Zhou Yi's words, he suppressed his anger: "Okay, I'm sorry for being rude first."
"But you're sneaking around, what are you doing in front of Xie Jiyou's door? Old man Xie has no relatives, so I know there's something wrong with you the moment I see you."
His face darkened even further, and he sneered as he waved the rough brush in his hand, "If you can't tell me what's good for you, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Xie Jiyou.
Zhou Yi glanced at the Taoist priest and silently took out the letter from home from his arms.
Peel off the outer oil paper to reveal the letter.
"I came to look for Mr. Xie for this very reason."
"letter?"
"It's a family letter, written by his son."
"What!!" The Taoist was shocked when he heard it.
I quickly asked, "Is it true or false?"
"If you don't believe me, wait until the old man comes back and you'll know. What good would it be for me to lie to you?"
"hiss"
He took another breath: "Is his son still alive?"
Zhou Yi was silent for a few breaths and shook his head.
"As expected, I believe you," the Taoist said with ease, the malice in his eyes instantly dissipated.
"I am Taoist Wu Ya, what's your name, fellow Taoist?"
Zhou Yi said: "Master Yi."
"You came here from thousands of miles away just to deliver a letter?"
"Exactly."
"good."
He said, "Old Xie has gone down the mountain. I'm afraid he won't be back until the evening. Come sit with me first."
After saying this, he turned around and led the way.
Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment, then pulled his horse and followed. After turning the corner of the mountain, he saw an old and dilapidated Taoist temple.
Um?
Suddenly, Zhou Yi was attracted by a wooden sign at the door.
It reads: "I am away from home as I am traveling. Please feel free to come."
The ink is not dry yet.
The last character "bian" was written in a hurry and was not aligned with the character above it.
Fortunately, Emperor Ding, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, is not here, otherwise he would be so uncomfortable that he would go crazy.
I looked carefully at the handwriting above.
That’s right, the handwriting is basically the same.
"What's the matter?" Taoist Crow asked proudly, seeing him absorbed in the calligraphy, "Are you surprised by my calligraphy?"
He raised his hand and wrote with great pride: "My handwriting is already very good. A few years ago, I also got the 'Thirteen Lines of the Ode to the Goddess of Luo River'. Even if the four sages in the book were in front of me, I would still dare to write!"
Zhou Yi looked at the words on the wooden sign and read slowly:
"Fugou City, Wuyan Mountain, and Wuyan Temple."
Wuyan Mountain is also known as Crow Mountain. No wonder he is called Crow Taoist. Zhou Yi completely understood.
"Um?!"
Taoist Wu Crow came back to his senses and was shocked: "Have you been to my ancestral temple?"
"That's right."
Zhou Yi smiled and no longer felt any blame towards Taoist Crow. After all, he had used his incense.
It's the truth that you should be grateful to others for what you have done for you.
He then told him how he had cleaned and tidied up the Taoist temple and how he had impersonated the "abbot of Wuyan Temple" to collect incense offerings.
“Ga ga ga~!!”
After hearing this, Taoist Crow burst into laughter.
He put his arm around Zhou Yi's shoulders, as if they were old friends, and let out another strange long laugh.
Zhou Yi was so frightened that he quickly took three steps back.
"Fellow Daoist, we are destined to meet. Are you going to live in Nanyang permanently?"
Zhou Yi replied doubtfully, "Yes."
Taoist Wu Ya was delighted. "I was just planning to go back to my ancestral temple. I don't know how to deal with the aftermath of Wuzhuang Temple. Your arrival is perfect!"
"You will be the abbot of Wuzhuang Temple."
…
(End of this chapter)
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