The visitor was about thirty years old, with a face like a crown of jade, and a chic demeanor. The slightly curved mustache on the upper lip made the whole person have a romantic and unruly personality. But it is still extremely clean, with a plain belt wrapped around the waist, and a wine gourd hanging around the waist. Wearing a Taoist robe, this windy momentum has brought a dusty air, and the demeanor is extremely heart-wrenching.
The visitor looked at the plaque on the gate, and his expression was quite excited, "Qingyun Temple, Qingyun Temple. Unexpectedly, after nearly two years of separation, today, I finally came back..."
"donor!"
Just when the visitor was full of emotions and tears were in his eyes, an unlucky voice interrupted the visitor's contemplation. Looking back, a young Taoist priest with delicate features stepped forward with his eyes narrowed.
It was Lin Yuncong, a young Taoist priest. Lin Yuncong saw someone going up the mountain, but this was not the time for people to offer incense and worship gods, so he habitually stepped forward and advised them.
"Benefactor, it's too early. The Qingyun Temple has not yet opened to offer incense, so please ask the benefactor to wait... oops!" Before I finished speaking, I had already eaten a chestnut on my head, and there was a familiar and somewhat pleasant sound in my ears. Joking voice.
"I said Yun Cong, I haven't seen you in two years, your eyes haven't improved yet?"
"ah?"
Lin Yuncong was stunned for a moment, the voice lingered in his ears, it was so familiar, but... he really couldn't remember it, so he could only look forward with his eyes closed. Unexpectedly, someone kicked his ass immediately, followed by a flattering voice.
"Hey, hey, welcome Qingyan Second Master back to the mountain. Disciple Ma Yunyong has met Second Master."
Ma Yunyong, who has a rough appearance and a lot of small calculations in his heart, recognized him after he went up the mountain. It was Qingyunguan Lingxu's second disciple, and also the little fairy Qingyan who saved his father.
What the Taoist said back then not only disillusioned Ma Yunyong, who had aspired to be a bandit since he was a child, eating big pieces of meat and drinking in big bowls all day long, but also went up the mountain to become a vegetarian Taoist priest.
Bringing up the past, how can we not let Ma Yunyong's anger come from his heart, and the evil will grow out of his guts. Facing this destroyer who single-handedly destroys his beautiful life, he has no choice but to...
Ma Yunyong licked a big bearded face, tried to squeeze out a little smile, his small eyes flickered, blinked, and his face was full of flattery.
Just kidding, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
Viewing Qingyun, looking up and down, judging people's eyes, judging the situation, Ma Yunyong wants to be the second, and no one dares to be the first. Back then when he provoked Qingxuan and was made unable to live or die, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. This kind of shameless courage is rare in the world.
The person who came was Qing Yan, the second disciple of Daoist Lingxu.
Qing Yan smiled chicly: "It's you again who is not stingy, it's hard to embarrass your face of bravery, but you are so flexible-after you come back this time, when I have time, I will treat you well." Although the words were serious, the tone was Very enjoyable.
"Thank you, Second Master, for your teaching." The stinky and shameless Ma Yunyong was hiding his thoughts in his beard.
Qing Yan laughed, and walked inside.
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he stopped, turned his head and said to the two of them: "If a young man who is about your age comes up the mountain later, remember to leave him in the temple, so that he can entertain you..."
I was about to say a few more words, but the words froze at the edge of my mouth, Daoist Qing Yan looked distressed, he hesitated to speak, finally heaved a long sigh, turned around and entered the temple.
"Second Senior Uncle, walk slowly, Second Senior Uncle, be careful on the steps..."
The groveling Ma Yunyong finished flattering, turned around, but was taken aback by the ashen-faced Lin Yuncong.
"What's the matter, Cong'er?"
Little Taoist Lin Yuncong held back his anger and asked, "Senior Brother Yunyong, did you see that it was the Second Senior Uncle?"
"yes."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Otherwise, how can I see you in embarrassment? Hahaha..."
"Bitch, I'll kill you!" The good-tempered Lin Yuncong couldn't stand it anymore, raised his broom, and threw it at Ma Yunyong.
As soon as Ma Yunyong dexterously dodged, the two started chasing and frolicking in the Guanqian square, forgetting all cleaning responsibilities.
The laughter of children playing and playing floated in front of the mountain.
An hour later, at nine o'clock.
A thin figure staggered in front of the mountain.
About six or seven years old, the boy was in tatters like a beggar, his face was thin and yellow, but his eyes shone with a wolf-like light, fierce and determined.
The boy dragged his legs, describing how exhausted he felt as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but there was a stubborn look on his brows, forcing himself not to fall down.
Yun Cong kicked Yun Yong who was sleeping under the tree.
"It seems that someone is here. Let's see if it's the person that the Second Master asked us to wait for."
Yun Yong looked at the man in front of the mountain impatiently, and said, "No way, it's a beggar who came, why did the Second Master make us wait for a beggar?"
"Go and ask."
Yun Cong ignored Yun Yong and walked forward alone.
"Wuliangshoufu, Xiaodao Yuncong, may I ask if the little benefactor is here to find someone?"
Little Taoist Yun Cong, who has studied the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, is the little Taoist priest who knows the most etiquette in Qingyun Temple.
Unexpectedly, the visitor gave Yun Cong a cold look and continued on his way.
Because they were too close, Lin Yuncong saw the little beggar's eyes completely, and the murderous eyes instantly frightened Xiao Yuncong into a daze, unable to speak a word.
The little beggar walked forward slowly without making a sound, when suddenly his right foot gave way and he knelt down on the ground.
"Ah, little benefactor!" Yun Cong hurriedly stepped forward to help the little beggar.
Unexpectedly, the little beggar pushed hard, and Xiao Yuncong staggered and almost fell down. But seeing the little beggar clenched his teeth, he stubbornly climbed up.
Yun Cong was very kind-hearted, and he still didn't feel angry when he was pushed around. Seeing the little beggar struggling, he shook his head, walked forward, and wanted to help again.
I didn't want the little beggar to wave his hand casually, but it hit Yun Cong's cheek, and there was a crisp slap, it was like a loud mouth.
There was a flash of apology in his eyes, but the little beggar got up stubbornly, but he didn't need help.
The man said, I have to keep up with him by myself.
Xiao Yuncong was slapped unexpectedly, and was taken aback. But seeing the faltering figure in front of him, his heart softened, and he couldn't help but stepped forward to help him.
"Blind man, get up and drive me." Yun Yong, who had already lost sight of him, roared, took Lin Yuncong aside, and said with his mouth curled up, "Damn it, this kind of stubborn donkey What do you want to do with him? Whether it is life or death, it is up to him."
Yun Yong has a fiery temper and yelled at the little beggar. If he hadn't been entrusted by Taoist Qingyan, the second master, he might have punched the little beggar when he went up at this time.
The little beggar didn't seem to have heard Yun Yong's obscene words, he didn't turn his head, didn't say a word, just stared straight ahead, and walked forward slowly step by step.
Yun Yong looked even more angry, and shouted angrily: "I have such an appearance, but I want to be brave. If I want to die, I will die farther away. Don't die in front of my Qingyun Guanmen."
Speaking of hatred, he stepped forward and pushed the little beggar, who knew that the little beggar had already exhausted his strength, was weak and weak, and fell to the ground on his back.
"Yeah——Qing Pi, play dead with me, right?"
Where did Yunyong see clearly, he just felt that when he touched him lightly, the other party fell to the ground. but was pulled aside desperately by the careful Yun Cong.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, even if this person is not the person Second Senior Master asked you and me to wait for, he is still a pitiful person, so why make things difficult for him."
"Hey—Yun Cong, what are you pushing me for? I'm standing up for you—oh, why don't you have a temper? You're kind enough to help, but you're not angry that this bastard actually slapped your face. ?... Okay, okay, okay, I don't care, I don't care... If you want to be a good person, you go, I don't care about you." After finishing speaking, he ignored Yun Cong, and walked to the boulder under the tree by himself, ready to continue to sleep soundly , It's a pity that I was dying of resentment in my heart, and it was impossible to fall asleep after tossing and turning, so I turned my back directly, and I couldn't see it.