The Plough

Chapter 111

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"Are you thirsty?"

When standing at the door to greet the visitors up the mountain, Lao Yuan suddenly turned his head and asked.

Ling Shu shook his head.

Lao Yuan murmured to himself, "Strange thing, why am I so thirsty all of a sudden, it's definitely too late to boil the water now."

Subconsciously, I wanted to touch my nose, but I was afraid to touch the unreliable beard, so I felt awkward.

Lao Yuan has never been so nervous as he is now.

He thinks that maybe he has never played a role that requires pretending to be a ghost. When he was pretending to be his elder brother, he slapped the old man with the pestle, blackened his face, and didn't speak for a long time.

After thinking for a long time, Lao Yuan found the reason.

"You talked so much just now, why don't you say anything now?"

Dare to feel that Ling Shu has become dumb, he is not used to it!

The other party looked at him innocently: "Didn't you let me speak?"

Lao Yuan: "Tell me about it, I can tell you, I can't tell you those deceitful words, and you have to say it later. The most important thing is to transport Mrs. Jin up the mountain safely, and then send it down the mountain safely. Mother has borrowed it, we can't go wrong!"

Ling Shu snorted, vague.

Lao Yuan was dissatisfied: "What about the toothache?"

Ling Shu: "I'm afraid the beard will fall off."

Lao Yuan: …

He began to feel that placing hope on Ling Shu was an unreliable act, but now it was too late to regret it.

Lao Yuan has seen Deputy Mayor Jin.

He and a young man walked in front, followed by the housekeeper, and at the back were eight people carrying the coffin.

The mountain road is not rough and steep, and a person like Deputy Mayor Jin who has passed his destiny has a civilized crutch in his hand. Although he is a little out of breath, he can be considered calm.

"stop!"

One person carrying the coffin sang loudly, and the eight people stopped.

But the coffin was not put down.

The housekeeper trotted forward and asked Lao Yuan and the others first.

"Master, there are benches, I want four."

Lao Yuan: "Yes, disciple, go and bring it to a few laymen!"

Ling Shu: "Okay, Master!"

He turned around and entered, and after a while, he took out a bench of the same size and placed it neatly under the coffin.

Only then did the eight people gently place the coffin on the bench.

It is considered unlucky to have a funeral before the destination. Although Mrs. Jin came to the Guanyin Temple to repay her vows, she did not come to be buried here. Naturally, she had to be careful.

Lao Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Vice Mayor Jin Jishou.

"Jin Jushi, long time no see, stay safe."

Deputy Mayor Jin nodded in return: "Thanks to the chief priest, it's fortunate, but it's not useful to go up the mountain, and I can't breathe after walking a few steps. Let me introduce, this is Mr. Song, a big red from the Municipal Office. People, the real future is endless, and I have to rely on him to help me in a few years. Daoist priest, you can treat me well, maybe Mr. Song will be happy and someone will allocate funds to repair your Guanyin Temple."

Mr. Song, who was named, was in his twenties, in a suit and leather shoes, and he was a talented person. From top to bottom, there was only a brightly written description of the elites who were the children of the powerful and the elite.

Hearing the words, the other party revealed a reserved and reserved smile, being detached and polite.

"Old Jin has won the prize."

At first glance at this person, Ling Shu felt familiar, but after a while, he suddenly realized that this Mr. Song was not the Yue Dingtang who lived a long time ago, or the Yue Dingtang who met again after a long absence in the Emerald Ballroom.

At that time, the surnamed Yue was unsmiling, and his whole body exuded the light of high class and elite from the outside to the inside. He was different from Yue Dingtang, who was wearing a melon skin hat and honestly carrying quails in the side hall.

Several people took a break, and Mrs. Jin's coffin was sent to the side hall for temporary placement.

The eight people went to the pavilion in the middle of the mountain to wait.

Deputy Mayor Jin looked quite leisurely, and was in a mood to look far away with his hands behind his back, praising the scenery of the mountains.

Mr. Song was young, so naturally he didn't have so many thoughts about reciting poetry in the spring and autumn. He stood at the door for a while, and then he stepped into the main hall first.

Lao Yuan was about to accompany him, but he stopped him.

"Old Daoist, please accompany Jin Lao, this little Daoist will accompany me."

Lao Yuan's first reaction was: Why did Ling Shu and his peers have fake beards on their lips, and Daotong is Daotong, and there is a small letter in front of him, and he is the old Daoist

Immediately, he realized the business: Ling Shu's stay means he can't go to the side hall to help. Yue Dingtang is left there. Can he transfer all the things into the box in just one hour

Looking at Ling Shu again, he did not show any strangeness, and bowed slightly towards the other party with his sleeves folded.

"What would you like to see, Mr. Song?"

"You can watch whatever you want. Elder Jin wants to put incense in the main hall, so I won't disturb you. You can take me around."

"Behind the temple, there is a forest of monuments left by scholars of the Ming and Qing dynasties. Will the trail take you to see it?"

"Also."

The two of them asked and answered questions and drifted away.

Lao Yuan's heart was hanging in the air, staring at their backs for a while.

"Are you ready over there?"

Deputy Mayor Jin's voice was close at hand, very low, almost whispering.

Lao Yuan came back to his senses, and quickly whispered: "It's all arranged, who is this Mr. Song?"

Deputy Mayor Jin: "His father holds an important position in the Municipal Office. He is nominally his father's secretary, and his family also has a background. Yesterday, I heard that I was going to come over to offer incense to repay my vows, and suddenly said that I would come and have a look. I have never visited here before, and I can't see anything out of the ordinary, just be careful."

Lao Yuan said, "When will the old lady return to Beijing?"

Deputy Mayor Jin: "There are a lot of dreams in the night. I will leave tonight. I have already booked three tickets for you. When you leave as the Jin family's entourage, someone will take over when you arrive in Beijing, so you don't have to worry about it."

Lao Yuan nodded, his voice suddenly raised.

"Please come in, Jushi Jin!"

Deputy Mayor Jin was a little concerned: "Is your friend okay?"

Lao Yuan: "Don't worry, Mr. Jin, that's my life-and-death brother, and he's very eloquent."

He reassured others with his mouth, but he was really worried. He wanted to stretch his ears a few dozen meters to hear what the two of them said.

In fact, most of the time, it is Ling Shu who is talking.

"Look at the mountain opposite, does it look like an old man is holding hands. After the wind and rain, the clouds and mists gather on the top of the mountain, and the white smoke curls like the white hair on the top of the old man's head, so it is also called Baitoufeng."

"It is said that there are centuries-old Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the peak. The ginseng has become refined, and it will run around the mountain when digging, but I have never seen it on the trail, but the old shopkeeper of the city's pharmacy spread it like a decent."

"Look at this road again, the twists and turns, the winding paths lead to the secluded, don't you have a different artistic conception? Although our Fuyu Mountain is not as famous as those three mountains and five mountains, but if you look closely, it is not useless, so the mountain is not high. , if there are immortals, there will be spirits, and it is not surprising that Bodhisattvas will choose to stay here to show spirits."

"You little Taoist boy, you are obviously young, why do you have to grow a beard?"

Mr. Song suddenly opened his mouth, but asked an irrelevant question.

Ling Shu grinned: "This isn't to appear more mature and stable. Master always said that Xiaodao is frizzy and can't be trusted by others. With such a beard, wouldn't Mr. Song raise his hand and patiently listen to Xiaodao's so much nonsense?"

Mr. Song put his hands behind his back and looked around casually, while Ling Shu was half a step behind him.

"I heard Mr. Jin say that your temple fortune-telling is very effective?"

Ling Shu smiled and said: "You may have misremembered, there are three people in this Guanyin Temple besides Xiaodao and Master, and even the cooks. My Master thought that the cost of the temple was too high a few days ago. The guy has given it away, if fortune-telling is effective, why is there so little incense?"

Mr. Song nodded: "I remembered it wrongly, Mr. Jin never said that."

Ling Shu's smile remained unchanged, and he said warmly, "Are you looking at the beautiful scenery and feeling good in your heart, want to donate some incense money to the small temple?"

Mr. Song laughed: "No."

Ling Shu suddenly lowered his face.

Mr. Song looked interesting: "You little Taoist, why doesn't your accent sound like a local?"

Ling Shu: "Hey, because Xiao Dao was originally from the South, his father died early, his mother remarried, and his stepfather broke into the Guandong region and brought me here. My family is not good, my stepfather has children, and Xiaodao doesn't want to look at people's faces at home. , I happened to meet my master, so I followed my master up the mountain and became a monk!"

Mr. Song: "So, are you on the right track?"

Ling Shu said twice: "Yes, follow my master. But my master is still a bachelor, how can the trail go over the front, it's still young, no hurry, no hurry!"

Mr. Song: "I see that you have a sharp tongue, so you might as well follow me. I can't guarantee that you will be promoted and get rich, but it is more than enough to be more nourished than now."

He suddenly stopped and looked at Ling Shu up and down with interest in his eyes.

The reason why Ling Shu is pretending to be mad and being stupid here, eloquent, just wants to delay time, the longer the better.

Mr. Song is the only variable in this trip. As long as he is not present, Yue Dingtang can arrange it calmly and make no mistakes.

Just now, the other party made a test, and at this moment, the surname Song made an astonishing speech, but he was able to keep his face straight.

"Mr. Song is joking, Xiaodao is from the countryside, it's okay to make the nobles happy. If you follow the nobles for a long time, I'm afraid that you will make frequent mistakes, and then you won't find the Xiaodao interesting. Besides, look at Xiaodao's legs, Following Master, I became disabled when I was a child, limping, and I was content to be able to make a full meal on weekdays, but I didn’t dare to dream of climbing high. If you are willing to come to this Guanyin Temple often to enjoy incense and relax, Xiaodao and Master will naturally welcome you! "

"You do have self-knowledge."

After saying this, Mr. Song didn't bother any more, and walked towards the depths of the path first.

For a moment, Ling Shu'e was born from one side, and wanted to jump up from behind to grab the opponent's neck and kill him with a click. Reason immediately stopped him from this dangerous thought.

When the surname Song died, it really fell short.

But this guy was talking too much nonsense, he was talking nonsense, and he was tempted to try again. If it weren't for his wit, quickness, calmness and sophistication, and Lao Yuan came over, he really might not be able to make it through.

The forest of steles is not large in scale. After all, few people know about this place. Most of the inscriptions on the steles were left by local people in Ming and Qing dynasties when they went up the mountain to meet their friends. I also had little interest in Chinese studies, and I soon came to an end when I went around.

"Go back and find Elder Jin."

It had only been half an hour, so Ling Shu naturally couldn't let him leave so quickly.

"Are you hungry, Mr. Song? Would you like to try the most famous roast chicken around here?"

As soon as he heard the accent of the surname Song, he knew that this person was not a local either. Although his words were sharp and he looked shrewd, his words and deeds showed the style of a son, so he didn't seem like a down-to-earth person. He could work hard in some aspects. Fudge.

"roast chicken?"

Mr. Song's expression was a little moved.

Climbing up the mountain early in the morning, it is time to be hungry.

Ling Shu was overjoyed and continued to fool around: "My master caught two pheasants yesterday, and there is still one left. Xiaodao will go to pluck and roast them. There are some leaves on the mountain, wrapping the roast chicken and roasting it together can make the chicken more fragrant. Tender and delicious, please come with me!"

"Wait." Mr. Song said, "I'm not very hungry, you take me to incense to the Bodhisattva first, just to ask Jin Lao if he is hungry."

Since he is unwilling, Ling Shu can't force others to be difficult, otherwise he will be suspicious.

"Then ask Jushi Song and Xiaodao to come."

Only Deputy Mayor Jin was in the main hall.

He stood in front of the Bodhisattva with his hands folded, as if he was reciting scriptures to pray for his mother, and he was a little surprised to see Ling Shu and the others turning back so quickly.

"Why don't you stroll around for a while?"

Ling Shu smiled and said, "There are pheasants in the back kitchen, and before the pot is cooked, Xiaodao remembers that the two are hungry, so he brought Mr. Song back to use something first."

Deputy Mayor Jin waved his hand: "In front of the Bodhisattva, don't stick to the meat and smell. Since I am here for my deceased mother, I should be more pious. You young people should use it."

Mr. Song said: "Elder Jin doesn't need it, and I don't need it either. Just use some plain porridge and side dishes later. Why don't you see Yuan Daochang?"

Deputy Mayor Jin: "Yuan Daochang went to the side hall to recite the scriptures and pray for the deceased mother. If Mr. Song is not too boring, he will sit with the old man for a while."

Mr. Song: "Lao Jin sincerely prays for blessings. I shouldn't disturb him. I don't know if Yuan Daochang would mind watching. I want to open my eyes."

Deputy Mayor Jin couldn't help but glanced at Ling Shu and shook his head slightly at Mr. Song from an angle he couldn't see.

But Mr. Song walked out without waiting for Ling Shu to reply.

The Guanyin Temple is so big, and the side hall is easy to find. One side is the Laojun Hall, and the other side is the Luohan Hall. The Buddha and Taoism are blended with folk characteristics. The door of the Luohan Hall is open. Go to Laojun Palace.

"Daochang Yuan recites the scriptures, do you still need to close the door?" He looked puzzled.

Ling Shu said: "You don't know, what my master recites is a secret that is not taught in this sect, saves the dead, accumulates virtues and accumulates blessings, and achieves twice the result with half the effort. The old lady was devoted to Buddha before her life, and it is only the Bodhisattva that will give it to Mr. Jin. To Meng, this is also a blessing for the old lady. The law can’t be passed on to the ears. Xiaodao has been apprenticed to the teacher for several years, but has not been able to get it personally. Please wait outside for a while, my master will come out in a while.”

Mr. Song smiled, but said, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is dreaming, but you are chanting sutras in Laojun's Palace, isn't it a bit wrong? I'm not one of you who learned Taoism. When I push the door, I don't make a sound, and it won't disturb the peace."

He said as he strode forward.

Ling Shu didn't have time to come up with the wording of the block, and he couldn't do it hard, so he had to speak loudly behind him to remind the people in the side hall.

"Mr. Song, please walk slowly and be careful of slippery roads. Oh, there is a rock pit under your feet, please watch!"

Ling Shu was really in a hurry.

At this moment, even if Lao Yue and the others have packed their things, they may not have enough time to cover it up. They have to close the coffin again and pretend to recite the scriptures to pray for blessings.

In just a few seconds, Mr. Song had already walked to the door of the side hall and stretched out his hand!