The Plough

Chapter 110

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Lao Yuan has maintained his sluggish expression for half an hour.

He sat cross-legged on the thatched pile, and the person on the opposite side swept away the dust and sat upright.

"Pin Taoist layman's Yintang is dark today, and his cheeks are faintly bruised. As the so-called, God's dark forehead is not a widow or an abandoned woman, a charming smile, if it is not a prostitute, it will be a favorite of the concubine. If you are willing to act according to the poor way, you will take care of the wise people near you, and the villains far away, and turn the bad into good fortune.”

Lao Yuan: "...Who is the wise man, and who is the villain?"

"Wise man." The Taoist priest pointed to himself.

"Little man." The Taoist priest pointed to Yue Dingtang, who was cleaning up the Guanyin Temple.

Lao Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, noncommittal.

The Taoist robe is old, but still clean, with a few patches on it, a pair of cotton grey boots, and a top Nanhua towel on his head.

I don't know, I really thought when there was a high-gong Taoist priest in the Guanyin Temple.

Lao Yuan stared at the Taoist priest's face and asked abruptly, "Where did you get that beard from?"

At first glance, it looks like that, but it is a little yellow and dry, like malnutrition after not eating meat for a long time.

The Taoist priest stroked his beard, but did not dare to exert himself, and was proud of himself.

"How about cutting the beards of the Russians that Ivanov brought, and putting them on with batter? It's lifelike, isn't it?"

Lao Yuan showed a disgusting expression: "You still stick the dead man's beard on your face?"

Ling Shu touched his face, but unfortunately he didn't bring a mirror.

With a moustache on his lips, he felt that he had become mature and stable.

"Although I'm handsome and handsome, I'm probably not as handsome among Taoist priests. I'm easy to catch the eye if I stand out, and if I'm conspicuous, it's easy to be stared at. With a beard to cover it up, I'll take some ash later. With a swipe on his face, isn't he a local Taoist?"

Lao Yuan is speechless: "Do you know the local dialect? This accent is obvious!"

Ling Shu: "You know, let's take advantage of you today, let you be your master, and I'll be your errand apprentice!"

Lao Yuan is very disgusted: "I don't want to cut dead people's hair as a beard!"

Ling Shu didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, your face looks old, and people without beards will treat you as forty or fifty."

"Screw you!"

If Lao Yuan was not angry, he picked up a stone and threw it at him.

Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and affected the rib injury, and he gasped in pain, bared his teeth and screamed.

Ling Shu sighed: "Look, even the poor Taoist said that you have the appearance of being bruised, don't believe it, what does it mean to be self-inflicted and can't live, it's just like a layman."

Lao Yuan clutched his ribs, and couldn't care less about his lip service. He pointed at him and trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Yue Dingtang came over.

"It's dawn, people are almost here, we have to prepare."

He also changed his clothes, robes and melon rind cap, and his face had been smeared with ashes. Although his eyes were still too bright and sharp, as long as he didn't look directly at others, no one would pay attention to him.

The clothes are all ready-made. When the old man and Lao Yuan conspired to temporarily transport things here for storage, they had already prepared dry food and clothes. There were even three generations of women's clothes, which were bought from the troupe. There is no shortage of hairpin wigs.

"Lao Yuan, you have to tell us what the regulations are later."

"There's no one who runs errands as an apprentice with a whisk, go to the side to cool off!"

Lao Yuan took a sigh of relief and snatched the whisk from Ling Shu's hand.

He glanced at Yue Dingtang's pocket watch.

"In another hour or so, at the auspicious time of Vice Mayor Jin's mother, he will personally support the coffin up the mountain and visit the Guanyin Temple. He said to the outside world that Gaotang believed in Buddhism devoutly during his lifetime, and worshipped Guanyin Bodhisattva at home. On the night of his mother's death, he was entrusted with a dream by the Bodhisattva, asking him to bring his mother here. The last time he visited, he wanted to accumulate yin virtue for his mother, so he never forgot about it, and would rather prolong the time of his mother's cessation. On the next day, come over and offer incense to the Bodhisattva.”

"At that time, the so-called dreams were all false. When he prayed incense in the main hall, I must be there. The coffin will stay in the side hall of Guanyin Temple for about an hour. Everything in the box is placed in the empty slot under the old lady's body."

"Although the Japanese use him, they certainly won't take him as their own. I'm afraid that some of the people who come to the temple with him later will be people from the Municipal Office. Just in case, we have to play a show. Do a full set, and no one other than Vice Mayor Kim can doubt us."

"When the coffin gets on the train, I will also go with the train. The day this thing arrives in Beijing safely is the day I complete the task and I am done."

"There is a problem." Yue Dingtang said, "The weight of the two boxes is not light, and the weight of the coffins is too different when going up and down the mountain. Not to mention the difficulty and confusion of carrying the coffin, even if someone sees the expression of the coffin carrying person who is struggling, it will definitely be the same. Doubtful, how to solve this?"

Lao Yuan: "I asked, and Deputy Mayor Jin said that the eight people he picked were all very strong, and then we said that we would ask him to take some soil from the entrance of the Guanyin Temple and put it into the old lady's coffin. Geely, after you put the treasures into the coffin, spread a thin layer of soil on it."

This is also a way.

Yue Dingtang nodded, accepting it.

Lao Yuan rubbed his face: "Why am I suddenly a little nervous? If someone really follows Deputy Mayor Jin to monitor him, I'm afraid I don't speak like a Taoist priest, and it's easy to show off."

Ling Shu straightened his clothes and said, "Don't you have to rely on my brother to make things happen at this time? If you don't know how to speak, just pretend to be dumb and leave everything to me."

Lao Yuan: ... Why does he feel more worried

Time was waiting for no one, and the three of them didn't have time to say more. Lao Yuan quickly changed into the robes of an old Taoist.

Not to mention, after his face changed his clothes, he was five or six years old out of thin air, and it was more than enough to be Ling Shu's master.

Lao Yuan felt pretty good about himself, he was learning to walk around with a slap in the face, holding a whisk and pretending to be an expert, but he had no whiskers under his jaw, which was a bit weird.

Helpless, he pinched his nose and cut some of Zhen Congyun's hair, sticking it to his face like Lingshu did. In order to show his age, he had to stick not only his lips but also his chin.

Thinking of the dead man's hair sticking to his face, he should not be too embarrassed, but Ling Shu was still beside him pointing out the country.

"The batter is not reliable, you must not pull it with your hands, it will come off as soon as you pull it."

"Hey, you don't look like an expert with a beard, you look like an old farmer, and you are far worse than me."

"Hold the whisk and don't move around, there is no formal shape. Don't think that the Japanese are easy to fool. Some people have a much deeper understanding of Chinese culture than ordinary people. Since you want to be a Taoist priest, you have to be decent first. Come and recite a passage of Tao Te Ching with me."

Lao Yuan's ears were ringing as he read it, and he wished he could throw Ling Shu directly into Mrs. Jin's coffin, pack and bury them together.

But he still underestimated Ling Shu's energy.

Lao Yuan soon discovered that after not seeing him for many years, the surnamed Ling not only still talks a lot, but is actually a crow's mouth.