The door slams open!
It's just that he didn't push it away.
but opened from the inside.
Lao Yuan, who opened the door, looked surprised.
"Why did Jushi Song come here?"
Mr. Song glanced around.
The statue of Laojun, the boy in front of the seat, and a coffin placed on the stone platform.
There is another Yuan Daochang who looks at thirty or forty at first glance, and looks at fifty or sixty.
"I heard that the Taoist priest is doing things here and praying for the old lady. I wonder if it bothers you?"
"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"
Lao Yuan Fuchen swept it away and almost didn't throw it in the other's face.
"Song layman is not guilty if he doesn't know, but it doesn't matter if you disturb him or not. You are clearly accompanying Mrs. Song, why did you not say anything to dissuade you when you knew what to do? It is also so rude in front of you, I will punish you to chop firewood and carry water on the mountain right now, cut two load of firewood, ten buckets of water, and you can’t eat before it gets dark! Also, I will be fined to copy the Tao Te Ching 20 times tonight, and tomorrow I want to check, scribbles don't count!"
Ling Shu: …
Although he knew that the other party was referring to Sang and scolding Huai, he suspected that Lao Yuan was taking the opportunity to retaliate against him.
Ha ha.
Acting, who doesn't
"Master!"
With a mournful and mournful cry, not only Lao Yuan got goosebumps, but even Mr. Song was startled.
I saw Ling Shu kneeling on the ground with a plop.
"It's okay if you let me copy the scriptures. The disciple will silently pray for your old man as he writes, but he can carry ten buckets of water. This is killing the disciple! If the disciple's legs are broken, how will he serve him in the future? Your old man is saddled, Master!"
Then he started to kowtow.
The bluestone slabs banged.
Is this too much work
Lao Yuan quickly reacted and was unwilling to follow.
"You scoundrel, you are lazy and slippery on weekdays, and you are more and more disobedient to discipline. I shouldn't have taken you in that day, let you starve to death in the wilderness, and now you are all in this Guanyin Temple. The wings are hard!"
He pointed at Ling Shu and took two steps back, his index finger trembled slightly, his face full of shock and anger.
In Ling Shu's opinion, this gesture is a bit exaggerated, and it is far better than his freedom.
"Master, don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't talk back to you! Just now Mr. Song said that he wanted to leave me, but my disciples refused. My disciples showed filial piety to you. , Bodhisattva can learn from it, even the old lady lying inside can learn from it! Master, I am going to chop wood and fetch water, calm down, don’t drive me away!”
Ling Shu whimpered, raised his head, his forehead was red and swollen, one can imagine the violent kowtow just now.
Lao Yuan secretly said that he was at a disadvantage, sighed on his face, and stroked his head.
"Get up, don't mess around in the future."
He turned to Mr. Song again: "Song layman, there is only such an apprentice under the poor man's knees. He is stubborn and hard to carve, but I have no children and no daughters. After a hundred years, I count on him to send me to my death. You are a noble person, and there are many talents around you. Just beckon, and please let me, this scoundrel, stay by Pindao’s side!”
Mr. Song: …
I really said that just now. There are many elements of temptation. After watching the hysterical scene just now, I have long stopped thinking. With such a fierce temper, he is also afraid that he will not be able to train him after taking it back, and he will cause trouble for himself.
"Gentlemen don't take people's favor. Yuan Daochang is overly concerned. I came here just to see the Taoist priest pray for blessings, gain insight, and the Taoist master can continue, don't pay attention to me."
Lao Yuan nodded solemnly: "Half of my prayers, Layman Song came here. This is God's will. Presumably the Bodhisattva felt that Mrs. Jin was kind and generous in her life, and it was a blessing. Let me read the scriptures more times and pray for her more times. Layman Song It's okay to watch, but please don't make a sound."
After speaking, he went back to the futon in front of the coffin and sat down, picked up the chime on the ground, chanted words in his mouth, and made the chime sound gold from time to time.
Mr. Song stood behind Lao Yuan, not too close, but he couldn't hear what Lao Yuan was reading.
But he forced his way in, not to listen to Lao Yuan's prayers.
The drunkard's intention is not in wine.
Mr. Song walked slowly around the side hall.
Incense curls, quiet and inaction.
The old man's statue is getting old, the paint is falling off, and he is desolate and mottled.
There are new and old paper on doors and windows, and the old ones are almost cracked and in danger.
Further up, the cobwebs at the corners of the eaves were knotted horizontally, and Mr. Song seemed to see a huge centipede leaping across the wall.
He wasn't interested in any of these, but he walked slowly and occasionally set his sights on Lao Yuan.
The latter's eyes were tightly closed, as if he didn't pay attention, and there were words in his mouth.
Mr. Song soon felt bored.
He quietly left the side hall and looked around for the missing little Taoist priest.
Soon, the little Taoist priest appeared in his sight with a chicken leg in his mouth.
Seeing Mr. Song staring at him, Ling Shu hurriedly pulled the drumstick out of his mouth and smiled at him.
"Does Song Jushi want to eat? This is the only one left. I stole it in the kitchen. Otherwise, we are half of it?"
As he spoke, he was still reluctant to part, his eyes were almost glued to the chicken legs.
Mr. Song: "...No need, you can eat it yourself."
How could he just think that this person is a little smart, I am afraid that his driver is more reliable than this little Taoist.
Ling Shu was actually looking for Yue Dingtang.
The letter surnamed Song is not good enough for Deputy Mayor Jin, or he has suspicions about them. If he tries so many times, he will always be a threat to them. Yue Dingtang's original idea of pretending to be a firewood clerk is no longer valid. Yue Dingtang, who is like a servant, is only more suspicious.
So Ling Shu tried to find an opportunity to notify Yue Dingtang, and told him not to show up, hide as much as possible, and don't meet Mr. Song.
Who would have thought that he searched all over the firewood house and latrines, but could not find any trace of Yue Dingtang.
He muttered in his heart, and bumped into Mr. Song who was wandering around. Fortunately, he had chicken legs in his hand.
Not knowing if it was nothing, the surnamed Song finally stopped and paced to the main hall to chat with Deputy Mayor Jin.
Deputy Mayor Jin may not be perfect in everything, but he knows a little bit about everything. It's not difficult to keep Mr. Song, and the chat lasted until the afternoon.
Ling Shu hurriedly brought two bowls of gruel, two salted duck eggs, and two mustard pancakes.
"The small temple is rudimentary. This duck egg was bought from the mountain yesterday. I also ask the two laymen not to dislike it."
"When you're out and about, you can do whatever you want." Deputy Mayor Jin smiled, but he didn't care.
Mr. Song knew from the moment he entered the door that the Guanyin Temple was so poor, and there was no way to have anything good to eat, but now he was so hungry that he couldn't take much care of it.
The old Yuan finally arrived late.
"Jushi Jin, the old lady's prayer for blessings has been done. Tu'er, go and call the eight people to come up and prepare to carry the coffin down the mountain."
Deputy Mayor Jin put down the bowls and chopsticks and thanked him.
The two greeted each other politely and ignored it.
At the end of the day, Mr. Song had accomplished nothing, wasted time, and felt a little depressed, and even his face was not very good-looking.
When Ling Shu called up the eight people, and watched Vice Mayor Jin and his party go down the mountain with Lao Yuan, he was relieved when he saw that everything was the same.
"Let's eat. I just watched them eat salted duck eggs. I'm hungry. Fortunately, you prepared a jar in the cellar, otherwise I would be reluctant to give them to eat."
Lao Yuan rolled his eyes at him: "Teacher, go serve me some food!"
Ling Shu: "Fuck you, Lao Yue, why haven't you seen anyone all day long?"
Lao Yuan: "I went to hide in the secret way."
Ling Shu: "It's still smart, cautious, and watertight."
Lao Yuan sneered: "Turn your elbows out!"
Ling Shu was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I'll go and call Lao Yue to come and eat."
He had just left here, when Mr. Song actually left and returned.
The temple door opened, and he stepped inside.
Lao Yuan's eyes widened, and before he could stop him, he hurried forward.
"Why did Jushi Song come back?"
Mr. Song said: "I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring my pocket watch, maybe it's left somewhere, come back and look for it."
Lao Yuan said: "Pindao will take you to find it."
Mr. Song waved his hand: "No need, I'm familiar here."
After saying that, without waiting for Lao Yuan's response, he walked directly towards the side hall.
Lao Yuan broke out in a cold sweat.
"Jushi Song!"
Later, if the other party bumps into Ling Shu and leads people out from behind Luohan, the fun will be great.
Mr. Song's pace was very fast, and he did not let Lao Yuan have a chance to stop people, and he had already broken into the Luohan Hall.
There was no one inside.
Lao Yuan was so frightened that Bai Maohan came out, so he could only pray that Ling Shu and the others would hear the movement here and hold back.
Mr. Song looked around carefully.
"The pocket watch is lost here, I'll look elsewhere."
He went to the woodshed again.
Ling Shu was squatting at the door peeling duck eggs to eat, looking surprised when he saw this.
"Why did you come back?"
Before Mr. Song could speak, he saw Ling Shu's face beaming with joy.
"Could it be that you think I'm handsome and smart, and you came here to ask my master for someone?"
Mr. Song's mouth twitched: "No, you think too much, I'll come back to find something."
Ling Shu approached diligently: "Let me help you, what are you looking for?"
A pair of greasy hands that had just touched the duck egg was about to rub against Mr. Song.
The latter quickly took a big step back.
"Don't come here!"
Ling Shu looked down at his hands, and suddenly, he wiped the oil stains on the Taoist robe with his hands at will, and then grinned at the other party.
"Don't worry, I'm cute and clean!"
Mr. Song: …
He turned and walked away without looking back.
Lao Yuan snorted: "I haven't found your watch yet!"
Mr. Song was expressionless: "I just remembered, it was on me, I forgot."
He walked fast, and soon disappeared.
To be on the safe side, Lao Yuan chased after him and ate at the temple gate for a long time.
Back in the yard, Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang had almost finished eating the pancakes in their hands.
Three salted duck eggs were neatly placed in front of Ling Shu, all of which were yolks that had been dug away, leaving only the whites.
Old Yuan's blue veins burst out: "You ate all my share?!"
Ling Shu: "I thought you liked egg whites, but the one with the surname Song is completely fucked?"
Lao Yuan was furious, and when he was about to grab half of the duck eggs in his hand, Yue Dingtang moved his share over.
"Lao Yuan, eat it."
"Look at others, look at you again!" Lao Yuan snorted angrily, "Fucked away, grandma, and he's going to kill me with a carbine. How did you know he would come back?"
Ling Shu pursed his lips and gestured to Yue Dingtang.
The latter said: "This person is extremely suspicious and will definitely go back and forth, but he is inexperienced and has high self-esteem.
Lao Yuan was a little worried: "Ah, it should be fine tonight, right?"
Yue Dingtang asked, "Did Mr. Jin buy us tickets?"
Lao Yuan: "I bought three tickets, and two of his family members, who are the old family members of the Jin family, who helped the coffin to be buried in Beijing to guard the tomb. Our three tickets are next to each other, and they are all third-class seats, but I'm afraid that the thief surnamed Song will show up again, no matter how the three of us pretend to be, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hide it."
Ling Shu shrugged: "You can't be a Taoist priest, so let's pretend to be a man and a woman, and pretend to be a husband and wife!"
He does not mean that.
He took two bites of the pancake and found that the other two were silent.
Raising his head, his four eyes stared at him.
Ling Shu was vigilant.
"Look what I do?"