Chapter 145 Your Temple’s Way of Delivering Messages Is Truly Unique
Qingping Temple had just opened its gate to welcome believers, and it welcomed two nobles first.
Qi Qian respectfully offered a stick of incense to the ancestor, then looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest standing beside him and asked, "Master Qingyuan, may I ask if the master of Chiyuan Temple is here?"
Qingyuan bowed and saluted, and replied in a gentle voice, "Good man, it's a coincidence that our master is traveling."
Qi Qian asked again, "It's okay if the master is not here. In fact, we are here to seek medical treatment. Please introduce Master Buqiu to us."
Qingyuan looked at Yu Changkong, who was still standing in front of the ancestor. His eyes never looked over, but his eyelids twitched from time to time, as if his eyeballs couldn't focus.
Thinking of the fact that he was always supported by a servant's arm when he entered the hall, he knew that he had an eye disease.
But compared to his eye disease, this man's face is really bleak. Although he was born in a noble family, his parents died suddenly. He was surrounded by a kind of both good and evil aura, which was very complicated.
Qingyuan glanced at Qi Qian's parents again, lowered his eyes, and muttered in his heart, "People who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black."
Blind people have sharp senses. As if they noticed Qingyuan's scrutiny, Yu Changkong turned his head, his eyebrows were light and cold.
"Master, we have come from afar and sincerely seek medical treatment. I hope you can introduce us." Uncle Qian stepped forward, bowed to Qingyuan, and said sincerely, "If you don't ask the master to cure my master's eye disease, we are willing to build a golden statue for the ancestor."
Qingyuan's eyes lit up: build a golden statue?
He looked at the ancestor and had an illusion that his mouth was grinning. Look, the incense on the incense burner is burning faster. Isn't it because of excitement?
He retracted his gaze, coughed lightly, and said, "May you be blessed with infinite blessings. I don't ask for anything from you, Master... She is in the process of cultivation, and I don't know when she will come out. I dare not make a decision for her. Good people, why don't you rest in the guest house first? I will send a letter to ask her."
Qi Qian: "She is not in the temple?"
"Yes."
"Sending a letter is too slow. Why don't you let Taoist Qingyuan tell us where she is, and I will send someone to pick her up?" Qi Qian said.
Qingyuan smiled and said, "Not slow."
He took out a piece of yellow paper on the spot, wrote a few words on it, and then folded it into a thousand paper cranes, chanted a spell in his mouth, and pinched his fingers. The paper crane actually fluttered and moved, circled around the life-size statue of the ancestor, and flew out in full view of everyone.
"Alive, alive?" Sifang was stunned and stammered, "Master, a paper crane flew out alive."
Oh my God, this is too shocking. It was clearly a crane made of paper, but the Taoist priest chanted some kind of spell and it came alive and flew away right before their eyes!
Qi Qian and others felt that they had opened the door to shock. This was too mysterious.
Qingyuan saw everyone's surprise and admiration, and felt a little proud in his heart. He showed off this skill to attract believers to the temple, for the sake of incense and faith.
Qian Shu looked stern and bowed to Qingyuan, saying, "The Taoist priest is really a master of magic."
This is not the master of the temple, so how profound is the Taoist magic of the master of Qingping Temple? And there is also Master Buqiu.
He suddenly had more hope. Many years ago, the Taoist monk named Huiyun said that the eye disease of the young master would turn around when he was about to turn 20 years old. Could it be here?
Qingyuan shook his head modestly: "It's just a small magic. It took me a long time to learn it."
Unlike a certain pervert, who was born with it, so that he was always scolded by the master of the temple, look at her, then look at you, did you learn shit?
Woo, can he compare with a pervert?
No!
Thinking of the years when he was crushed by a pervert in academic practice, Qingyuan wanted to shed a bitter tear.
"Is that enough? Master Buqiu can really receive it?"
"Just wait, there will be a reply soon." Qingyuan smiled and said: "Why don't we move to the guest house and wait?"
Sculpting the golden body, the ancestor also heard it, she couldn't help but move, otherwise the ancestor would be angry.
Qin Liuxi sneezed several times early in the morning, and Qi Huang was so panicked that he chased her to add a cloak to her and hold her pulse.
"Don't rush, I'm not cold." Qin Liuxi waved her hand, and suddenly seemed to have a feeling. She pushed open the window, and a paper crane landed on the window frame. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Someone is seeking medical treatment, and promised to make a golden statue for the ancestor. Come quickly.
This is a message from Qingyuan.
Make a golden statue, a big deal!
Qin Liuxi seemed to have a golden statue in front of her eyes. Ouch, my eyes hurt so much, they are blinding.
"Let Brother Cheng prepare the car and go to the Taoist temple."
Qi Huang exclaimed: "Now?"
"Well, now, the ancestor must be waiting anxiously!" Qin Liuxi took another piece of yellow paper, cut a small paper man, and wrote two words.
Waiting.
The small paper man was cut simply, with a broom head, and two eyeballs were dotted with a pen. Then, she chanted a spell in her mouth, and her slender fingers began to pinch the magic formula and dotted on the small paper man.
The little paper man that was lying on the table stood up instantly, and his two arms bowed to Qin Liuxi and turned around.
"Go." Qin Liuxi flicked the end of his broom.
The little paper man jumped off the table, looked back every few steps, walked out the door, and disappeared quickly.
Qingping Temple.
Qingyuan brought tea and vegetarian snacks to Qi Qian and others, and introduced: "They are all made by the cooks from the villages below the mountain. The taste is not bad."
Uncle Qian asked: "It seems that there are not many Taoist priests in your temple."
"In fact, our Qingping Temple was reopened only ten years ago. Before that, it was abandoned. As for the people, besides the temple master, there is Senior Brother Buqiu, and then me, there are two little Taoist children, and an old Taoist who hangs up a list to interpret divination in the temple. There are indeed not many Taoist priests hanging up a list, and we are still recruiting. But there are also a few lay Buddhists, but they are not usually in the temple."
"Is that so."
Sifang put the tea and vegetarian snacks in front of Yu Changkong and said, "Sir, this bun is well made, you should have some too."
"Yes."
Qi Qian was quite anxious and asked, "I wonder when Master Buqiu will reply."
"I think it will be soon." Qingyuan said with a smile, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Here it comes."
Everyone immediately looked up into the sky. It's here, where?
There is no shadow of the paper crane.
Yu Changkong, who had just picked up the bun and took a bite, suddenly froze.
He swept his hand towards his leg, and when he touched something, his hand went numb, and he drew back, and his whole body froze: "What the hell is that!"
Everyone looked over.
Bang.
The bun in Sifang's hand fell on the table.
On Yu Changkong's leg, which was wearing black silk pants, there was a little paper man clinging to his trouser legs with both hands, humming and climbing up, and the broom head was swinging back and forth.
It was so hard to climb up, and he swept me down, ugh!
"I don't ask for a reply from my senior brother." Qingyuan pointed at the little paper man and explained with a smile.
Uncle Qian laughed awkwardly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said dryly: "This, your temple's way of sending messages is really unique."
If someone had told him that the paper man could move before, he would definitely spit in his face, but now...
Sure enough, if you live long enough, you can see everything!