Chapter 75: Words spoken lightly [Your subscription is related to the future of this book]

The ancestor worship ceremony at Yunji Temple is about to take place, and Fuluan Temple is also getting busy.

In particular, Old Taoist Fuluan was almost worried about this.

However, Fuluan Temple is too small and there are no people left behind.

First of all, he must go.

As his key disciple, Xuanyun Taoist should help him broaden his horizons and build connections with various Taoists.

Needless to say, if the ghost boy wants to live, he will definitely have to be taken away, and he doesn't feel at ease if he stays.

However, after this departure, only the newly recruited Taoist servants were left in the Taoist temple, and Taoist Fuluan was really worried.

Could it be that this has closed the door?

However, even if the door is closed, these people cannot be sent home, right?

After thinking about it, Fuluan Taoist patted his thigh and simply visited several old Confucians in Qingshui County and invited them to stay in the temple for a few days.

Let the Taoist boys and servants serve around you.

He also hired several scholars to observe and copy scriptures.

Now the matter of staying behind was immediately and satisfactorily resolved.

After settling all the trivial matters, Fuluan Laodao immediately hired a carriage and headed for Xishan City.

This time Fuluan Temple will not only use the Yunji Temple Festival to announce its comeback and return to Taoism.

He also carries the will of his ancestor—the method of searching for nightmares.

Especially the latter is more important in Fuluan Laotao's opinion.

For this reason, the Patriarch has given instructions that if you encounter the nightmare method, you can exchange it for the ghost and fairy subjugation technique, or even the fragmentation technique!

Fuluan Laodao was not surprised by this, but felt that it was very normal.

In fact, the exchange between the Patriarch, Qingwei Palace and Yunji Temple has already given Fuluan Temple a taste of the sweetness.

Now Fuluan Temple has the two scenes of Ben and Dharma by its side, and it finally has the style of an orthodox Taoist sect.

So much so that Fuluan Taoist was looking forward to this festival!

Under such expectations, the boring journey seems not worth mentioning.

Compared with Fuluan Taoist's complex thoughts, for Xuanyun and Wangsheng, who were traveling far away for the first time, the journey itself was worth looking forward to.

Along the way, one person and one child were leaning against the car window, looking at everything new and interesting, chattering and asking questions non-stop.

Before I knew it, Xishan City was already in sight.

However, the carriage did not enter the city. It turned into another official road in the distance and drove straight to Yunji Temple.

——It costs money to stay in an inn in the city, so it is better to stay in a guest room arranged by Yunji Temple, which is also convenient for exchanging experiences with fellow Taoists.

The carriage arrived at Yunji Temple. Under the Yunji Archway, there were already guests in green clothes, greeting guests from all directions.

Taoist Fuluan got off the carriage early, led Taoist boy Xuanyun, and walked there.

When he came closer, Taoist boy Xuanyun solemnly took out the invitation card from Yunji Temple and presented it with both hands.

"It turns out to be a fellow Taoist from Fuluan Temple. A distinguished guest has come to visit, and the plum blossoms are shining brightly!"

Being acquainted with guests and accepting them with humility and humility makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

"Nao na na na na!"

Taoist Fuluan smiled and cupped his hands, and under the guidance of the Taoist boy from Yunji Temple, he entered Yunji Temple.

Along the way, Taoist Xuanyun's eyes were opened.

Although I follow Master's teachings carefully, I don't dare to look around or ask questions;

But what he saw still opened his eyes.

For the first time, I experienced what it means to be a famous sect!

I saw that Yunji Temple was built against the mountain, surrounded by mountains and forests, with green tiles and green hills covering the red walls.

Hundred-year-old trees, thick moss on the walls, ten-year-old murals, copper incense burners... they are almost everywhere. Within a few steps, Taoist Xuanyun has lost his way.

After finally walking to an open area, I looked at the sun setting in the west. I couldn't tell whether it was the setting sun? or the rising sun?

It wasn't until he entered the guest room and the boy who led the way left that Taoist Xuanyun said excitedly: "Master, this place is so big!"

Fuluan Taoist put down his salute and said with a smile: "Do you like it?"

"Um!"

"What about Fuluan Temple?"

"Master came to teach me a lesson again. A son does not think his mother is ugly, and a dog does not think his family is poor. Fuluan Temple is just a hut, and it is also Xuanyun's Taoist temple!"

"Okay, okay!" Old Fuluan laughed.

"My disciple will one day develop the Taoist temple as brilliantly as Yunji."

"Ambition is great! But, Xuanyun, you have to remember it well. We in the Taoist sect seek the great road and hope for immortality. These tiles are nothing more than foreign objects. Don't be fooled. As the saying goes: The mountain is not high, there are mountains.

The immortal is the name. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, then the spirit is..."

Seeing that the master was about to put on the air of teaching sincerely, Xuan Yun nodded repeatedly and said:

"I know! I know! Master, don't chant anymore!"

Upon seeing this, Old Taoist Fuluan smiled and shook his head, tapped Xuanyun's head lightly with his finger, and said no more words of instruction.

"Okay, let's clean up and have a good rest. I'll make good friends with my teacher tomorrow!"

"I know! Master... can you let Wangsheng come out?"

"Just don't leave the guest house!"

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The next morning, when the red sun first appeared, Taoist Fuluan led Taoist boy Xuanyun on a visit.

At first, Taoist Xuanyun was still very interested. Hearing various sects share their experience in slaying demons was an eye-opener and he was very happy.

But gradually, he became a little unhappy.

For no other reason, Fuluan Guan always accompanied him wherever he went.

The various factions did not mean to humiliate, but the inadvertent neglect made people feel a little discouraged.

As a junior, he doesn't need to talk.

Saves a lot of energy.

But precisely because I am a junior, standing behind the master, I can always see the scenery that others cannot.

In the living room, beside the stone table in the pavilion, there are three or five fake stone piles. The master always sits in the most edge corner, watching with a smile on his face, drinking the breeze, bathing in the sunshine, and talking about Taoism.

In fact, I couldn't say more than a few words in one scene.

In the dojo, there are always those famous sects, chatting there!

Even if the quarrel is red-faced and spreads outside, it will still be a true and sincere praise.

On the other hand, the master basically couldn't get in the conversation. He occasionally picked up people to discuss things in his free time, and rarely responded when he said a few words. The topic was quickly moved away again.

Embarrassed, sad, frustrated!

If Taoist Xuanyun could understand the content of the discussion, it would alleviate some of the embarrassment.

But he couldn't understand most of them.

So much so that many discussions on Taoism have become a torture for him.

This made him even more depressed and somewhat taciturn.

There has been little progress in the matters that the Patriarch told him.

After several inquiries, only a few major sects recorded methods of entering dreams.

Fuluan Daoist came to the door shamelessly, and as soon as he proposed an exchange, he was turned away.

Some even said bluntly - Fuluan Temple's founder dares to sell Taoism casually. These Taoist temples, which have been passed down for thousands of years, do not dare to give away to others without the permission of the ancestor!

The irony in it is beyond words.

Obviously, Fuluan Guan Patriarch's wanton exchange of Taoism and Dharma has been spread secretly. People don't talk about it, they can only say that they don't bother to imitate the gossip of the market woman.

But if you go to the door to change the law, you will be bringing shame on yourself!

"Master, let's... forget it!"

It was another early morning. Looking at Taoist Fuluan who was arranging his clothes and getting ready to go out, Taoist Xuanyun suddenly lost his way.

Fuluan Laodao stiffened.
To be continued...