Taoist chanting

Chapter 351 Launching
The second senior brother took the old lame father and son to the county twice, and out of compassion, he took the initiative to take out 500 taels of compensation silver and donate it to the families of all the boatmen and boatmen who died in the water when they capsized.

The goods lost by the merchants are purely self-inflicted, and Taoist temples have no habit of being taken advantage of.

The other two boatmen were taken out of the county government prison, and the two boatmen who were grateful were sent away.

The few acres of spiritual maize planted on the hillside of Xitanling in the Taoist temple were ripe, and everyone worked together to break off the corn cobs, pull out the corn stalks, knock off the mud, and transport them to the top of the mountain to dry.

Lezi was quite puzzled, and asked in a low voice: "Father, Guanzhu and the second brother still need to work in the fields?"

Such a big fairy master rolled up his sleeves and broke corn sticks in the field, who would believe it?
If there is no money, the second brother took out a stack of bank notes when he was in the county government office, without blinking his eyes.

Up and down the mountain, there are huge industries, new courtyards with blue bricks, white walls and black tiles, a series of pavilions, even the steps and railings up the mountain are exquisitely carved, much more luxurious than the rich man's house he has seen on the pier up.

The old cripple laughed and said, "I don't know about the other family. Anyway, in our Taoist temple, everyone has to work. Your elder brother is a good hand at plowing, planting, fertilizing, tending, and harvesting. In the Taoist temple, the people in the fields have never stopped."

Lezi said "ohhh" a few times, no wonder Brother Guanzhu didn't have any airs.

The old cripple put down his work and asked, "Lezi, you really don't plan to go to the other courtyard to learn to read? It doesn't matter if you don't have the qualifications for cultivation. You can still learn skills. There is a little girl like a bamboo pole in the other courtyard who has no cultivation qualifications." , study hard and practice hard, I heard that there is great hope to break through."

Lezi shook his head, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I promised my mother to live a stable life, not to go into the rivers and lakes, not to fight and kill. In the past, there was no way to fight on the boat, just to survive."

Thinking of his mother, who was wounded in several places like a gourd of blood, grabbed the frightened young man before dying, and warned him intermittently, telling him not to seek revenge, not to rush into the rivers and lakes, and to die with his eyes open before he could tell his father's whereabouts. In his arms, he could not die with peace in his eyes. The sadness and despair at that time was unforgettable to his heart.

"Good boy, I'm sorry for you. Well, let's not study, and live a peaceful life by farming."

The old cripple hurriedly changed the topic: "I made an appointment with the patriarch. I will go back to Zhangjiazhuang to open the gate of the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors tomorrow. I will go to Baiyun County the day after tomorrow and ask Taoist priests to perform rituals to bring back the bones of your mother. There will be a grand burial. Where will we go from now on?" Don’t go there, just live in the Taoist temple.”

"Well, bring your mother back."

The young man, who was a head taller than the old man, finally let go, remained silent for a while, and then hesitated, as if there was something he was ashamed to say.

The old cripple was mature, looked into the eyes of his own boy, and asked with a smile: "In the past, there was a girl waiting for you on the pier? Don't be embarrassed, tell Dad, what kind of girl is it? Your boy is so poor , anyone who doesn't dislike you is a good girl. Is she ugly? It doesn't matter if she is ugly, as long as her character is good..."

The young man couldn't bear it anymore and protested, "She's not ugly!"

"It's better if it's not ugly. The male college should be married and the female college should be married. Dad will ask a matchmaker to propose a marriage for you. Let's settle the matter first."

"She...she can't talk."

"...dumb?"

"She's a nice person... I was about to die of starvation, and she gave me half a rough pancake."

"Let Dad think about it again."

"No, I'm going to marry her, I promised her."

"You kid..."

The old cripple frowned. It will be a long time to live in the future. Seeing his son's stubborn expression, he sighed and said, "Okay, as long as you like it. If you are married, don't dislike him."

"I won't. Thank you, Dad."

The two father and son were talking, when Yun Qiuhe rushed into the dining room with a jug of wine in his hand.

"Congratulations to Uncle Lame on the reunion of his father and son. I came in a hurry today and didn't prepare a congratulatory gift. I'll make it up for you next time."

"Daoist Yun is very polite, he accepts it, so don't bother."

The old cripple took the wine jar and stretched all the creases on his face with a smile.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and he feels ten years younger these days.

Yun Qiuhe stood and said a few words, then went out and returned to the tea room, yelling: "Master Zhang Da, you have a good harvest of spiritual corn and spiritual rice here, don't invite me to eat spiritual rice, and send me a hundred catties of spiritual corn ? There is a saying called, don’t forget the well digger when you drink water!”

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I'll treat you to a bowl of Lingmi porridge tonight. We have so many mouths, and we'll run out of food in a few days if we open them. We need to save some time. Maybe next year we can treat you to some Lingmi rice."

He reached out and poured a cup of tea in front of Yun Qiuhe.

Yun Qiuhe was very surprised: "Do you treat everyone in the Taoist temple equally?"

"It's all the effort, of course it's the same. Besides, we don't have many people in the Taoist temple. It's not good for some people to eat and others not to eat."

"It's you, the master of the Taoist temple, who acts grandly, and change to other Taoist temples..."

Yun Qiuhe sniffed the fragrance of the tea, took another sip, and shouted, "Spiritual tea! It's so rich in spiritual energy, how many taels of this should I grab? Or I'll stay here."

Yue Anyan took a sip of tea leisurely, and said with a smile: "This year is just a taste test, it's useless if you play tricks."

The new annual tea tree is not suitable for picking tea leaves. The temple owner has a secret method to replenish the vitality of the spiritual tea tree. The tea tree grows tall. It is a big surprise to pick two crops of tea. Next spring, we can pick a few more crops to ensure their The three drink tea.

The last time the temple master went to Zhoucheng, he bought [-] inferior spirit tea seeds from street stalls and made a "big deal". He planted them in autumn and cultivated more than [-] spirit tea saplings.

Yue Anyan took out a cloth bag and handed it to Yun Qiuhe.

Yun Qiuhe took it and opened it to see that it was white as jade long-grain Lingmi, weighing almost five catties. She smiled until her teeth were exposed: "Enough fun! Enough sisters!"

The so-called extravagant asking price, pay back the money on the spot, and she won't feel embarrassed by the autumn wind of the fairy temple.

These local rich men are very good at raising money, and they are all very rich!

The spiritual rice she obtained by alms should be sent back to let her nephew in Huaqi Realm cook porridge to drink, slowly nourishing, and the long flow of water will increase her cultivation base. Her cultivation aptitude is not good enough, so she can only find ways to use resources to make up for it.

Who doesn't have a few poor relatives who need to be taken care of?
Compared with taking elixir, there is no erysipelas after eating lingmi lingguo and the like. At this stage, you can't buy these good things even if you have aura stones.

As always, Zhang Wenfeng was flying to Shuiqiu Beach in the Xihe River to practice in Shen Shizheng. After several months of slow boxing and sword practice, he punched and sword again with great speed and majestic momentum. He fought back and forth for more than thirty miles. an hour.

After sending Yun Qiuhe away, Yue Anyan also came to Yaoxi River.

She waited for the Guanzhu to finish her training. In winter, it gets dark early and twilight has already risen.

"Monastery Lord, would you like to take a walk down the river with me? I will cast water spells on you so that you can walk freely underwater."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, "Okay, I happened to see the water mansion of the former water god. But I have to tell you one thing in advance, if you don't find any good treasures in the water mansion, don't blame me."

The second senior brother joked with Yue Anyan in private, calling him a lucky boy.

It means that he can find treasures wherever he goes.

Yue Anyan smiled slightly: "Master, please pay attention to the color of your lips."

She wants to drag the temple master, the lucky boy, into the water because she wants to have a good harvest.

The silver-threaded knife mantis that she had raised for almost two years still failed to survive the test of transforming a demon, and died of old age in early winter a few days ago. She needs to gain something to dilute the loss in her heart.

The little thing who has been with her for two years has developed feelings.

The two flew to the surface of the river where the earth spirit found the water mansion. This is a bend, and the river is very fast. Near the shore, black reefs of different sizes can be seen protruding from the water, and there are also many reefs underwater.

The rapids beat against the rocks and the waves splashed.

According to Tu Ling's suggestion, after finding the "river pillar" that did not come out of the water, Yue Anyan stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the temple master and sank into the rapids of the river together.

A stream of white light rises from the body of the viewer, separating the viewer from the river, forming a breathable hollow.

Zhang Wenfeng looked around his body curiously, Senior Sister Yue was miraculous in Taoism, and the water restraint she cast merged with the water, and the water flow quickly calmed down wherever she passed.

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(End of this chapter)