It's four o'clock in the morning and it's still dark.
"Slow down! Go slower!"
"Master Yu! We are not in a hurry! Why are you walking so fast!"
He stopped and said, "Why aren't you in a hurry? Do you think I'm traveling with you? Finish your work quickly so you can go back! My sister is still waiting for me!"
I curled my lips and thought about your sister, your sister, how many days have we known each other? You only have your sister in your heart!
At this time, there was a dazzling light behind me, and I hurriedly ran to the middle of the road and stretched out my hands.
There was a sound of brakes.
"What are you doing! You're dying!" The truck driver stuck his head out and roared.
I came forward to negotiate, made up a bunch of lies, and successfully hitched a ride with Master Yu.
After two long-distance transfers, we finally arrived in Shiyan at around 6 o'clock in the evening. I contacted the little Taoist immediately and asked him to pick us up.
Listening to the locals talking at the station, I had an illusion in my mind, "This is not Henan, right?" Because Shiyan dialect sounds very similar to Henan dialect.
"Hey! Haha! Xiaoxiang! How did you get here just now!
"Don't fucking mention it. I was supposed to arrive in the morning, but something happened on the way."
The little Taoist priest smiled and said: "Why the hell are you on crutches? Is your foot injured?"
I fooled him and introduced him, "Let's meet my eldest brother, Yu Keluan."
The two nodded to each other and considered themselves acquainted.
Take a bus to the west of Shiyan City, almost approaching Liuyan. There is a mountain here called Yuping Mountain. There is an antique-style Taoist temple in the mountain. The outer wall of the Taoist temple is painted deep red, and there are white and black Bagua patterns printed on the door.
Many people have no idea that this "Southern Avenue Leader" has a very impressive identity. In terms of fame, he may not be as famous as the leader of the Wudang Mountains next door, but in terms of economic strength, he crushes the latter.
During the Republic of China, Yiguandao branches opened all over the country. At that time, countless believers donated money and materials, and the rich even spent a lot of money to ask for blessings from the Taoist leader! At that time, a small Taoist leader in the county town could earn at least two thousand yuan from a Dharma conference, so there was a rumor at that time, "If you want to be rich, come to Yiguandao and become a Taoist priest."
With its development to this day, Yiguandao is no longer a Taoist sect like Wudang Mountain. It is more like a "chaebol organization" under the guise of a Taoist sect. Over the past 100 years, how much wealth has this organization accumulated? No one can count clearly.
Jingmen, where the little Taoist priest belongs, values this organization very much, so Yiguandao has a high status in the world.
Entering the house and taking a seat, the strange thing is that there is no electricity here, and candles are still lit for lighting.
A Taoist priest asked him to wait a moment. The Taoist priest was waiting for a visitor and he would wait a while before coming to receive him.
The Taoist temple is not open to the public, and it is unremarkable on the outside, but all the red sandalwood furniture is used inside. Just for the large red sandalwood table, I visually estimated that the purchase price would not be less than 300,000 yuan.
The antique porcelain on the ancient shelves was all antique, and I could tell at a glance. In the light of the candle, the top-grade official kiln blue and white porcelain from the Ming and Qing Dynasties shone with a faint light, including the moon-embracing vase with seawater clouds and dragon patterns from the Yongle period, and the Xuande period vase. The large colorful vases and the Wufu official kiln gourd vases from Longqing were worth more than 10 million in total. They were just displayed so casually, which made me tremble with fear.
I muttered to myself: "You are so damn rich."
"Didn't you say there was news about your master recently?" I asked.
The little Taoist priest nodded: "According to reliable information, the last time my master appeared was at the Wuhan Zoo."
"Master Ma is at the zoo?? What are you doing?"
The little Taoist priest looked embarrassed: "You may not believe it, but my master got involved with the local beggar gang. He was still crazy. He was riding a tiger in the zoo at the time."
I just took a sip of tea and almost choked.
"Ride! Riding a tiger?! Is it that kind of tiger?"
The little Taoist priest nodded helplessly: "Of course, he is riding a real tiger, not a paper tiger."
"Then why are you waiting here if you don't go find him?" I said loudly.
