Xuanhuang hesitated for a long time in front of the bookstore that night. He felt that maybe Mr. Chen needed someone who could talk.
But seeing that there was silence in the bookstore, he felt that Mr. Chen might prefer to be quiet.
After thinking about it clearly, he didn't stay any longer and returned to the house.
Just as he expected.
When I got up the next day, my husband was sitting under the peach tree reading a book, restored to his usual appearance.
Chen Changsheng seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday.
He didn't want these messy things to ruin his mood.
There is a lot of fun in this world, and there is no need to compromise yourself for these things.
The peaches on the trees, the chirping of cicadas in the forest, the wells in the temple, and the breeze in Huaixu, all of them are so much better.
"Good morning, sir."
Xuan Huang said.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and smiled: "Good morning."
Xuanhuang nodded in response, and then began his busy day.
Some mortals in this world are cultivating immortality, sitting like a dead tree, while others are cultivating the nature of mind, resting when the sun rises and setting, leisurely and at ease.
Xuanhuang suddenly found that the gentleman in front of him seemed a little different from before.
The difference is that the charm of the gentleman is more intense. When he first met the gentleman, he could still see that the gentleman was a mortal, but now, at a glance, he felt that the gentleman was from heaven.
Chen Changsheng read books all morning.
But at noon, guests came to the Taoist temple.
They are pilgrims coming up the mountain.
Chen Changsheng felt that people were coming down the mountain, so he asked: "There are still pilgrims going up the mountain today?"
"Sir, I didn't meet him when he came here before."
Xuanhuang explained: "Pilgrims usually come up the mountain to offer incense on the first or fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. In the past, Mr. Xiang had missed the occasion, so he didn't see it."
There are not many incense in Liuyun Temple, but there are always a few pilgrims in the community. They go up to the mountain to offer incense on the first and fifteenth day of every month. This is the custom of believers.
"Is this so?" Chen Changsheng understood, so he didn't care and continued reading with his head down.
Xuanhuang heard his husband ask about the pilgrims, so he walked towards the gate of the temple.
Not surprisingly, there should be pilgrims going up the mountain.
Mr. Chen’s words cannot be false.
Tong Zhihuan followed his father. He had walked this mountain road countless times. He was already familiar with it. He remembered that when he was very young, there were no stone steps on this mountain. It would be much easier to walk after they were established.
Tong Cai was taking a breath, turned to look at Zhi Huan behind him and said: "Today is different from the past. After entering the temple, you should sincerely kowtow and don't be careless. Do you understand?"
"I know, Dad." Tong Zhihuan replied.
Since he told his father about Mr. Chen the day before yesterday, his father has been talking about it for several days. Firstly, he told him to be respectful when he met Mr. Chen again, and secondly, he told him to go to the Taoist temple outside the mountain on the first day of the new year. Pay homage to the gods.
Tong Cai raised his head and saw Taoist Master Xuanhuang standing at the gate of the mountain, as if waiting there.
Tong Cai stepped forward and said, "Taoist Master Xuanhuang."
Tong Zhihuan also followed his father and lowered his head and said, "I have met Taoist Master Xuanhuang."
Xuanhuang nodded warmly and said, "Father, please follow me into the temple."
Tong Caizheng nodded and walked into the Taoist temple with Tong Zhihuan.
Tong Zhihuan's eyes were attracted by the peach trees planted in the courtyard, and he looked sideways.
Seeing the fat peaches on the tree, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.
But when his eyes suddenly moved downward, he suddenly stopped.
Xuanhuang and Tongcai were walking in front.
Tong Cai stopped, looked at his son who was falling behind him, and said, "Zhihuan, what are you doing standing still?"
He followed Tong Zhihuan's gaze and was suddenly stunned.
I saw a gentleman in green shirt sitting under the tree, holding a book in his hand and looking at it.
Tong Zhihuan called out: "Mr. Chen..."
Chen Changsheng turned around, looked at Tong and his son, and said, "Let's go and offer incense first. Chen is here reading, don't pay attention to me."
Tong Zhihuan's lips parted slightly and he looked at his father.
Tong Caizheng had heard Tong Zhihuan mention it before, and this gentleman should be the god.
Completely different from what I saw last time...
Within a few days, this gentleman had a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Tong Caizheng was at a loss for a moment. He didn't know what to call the immortal when he saw him. After some hesitation, he raised his hands and said, "Tong Caizheng, the doctor of Tongji Hall, has met Mr. Chen."
Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Caizheng, smiled warmly and said, "You're welcome, go and offer incense."
Tong Cai paused for a moment and wanted to say something, but when he saw the gentleman say this, he closed his mouth and said to Tong Zhihuan behind him: "Tong will talk to the gentleman after offering the incense."
"Um."
The Tong family's father and son followed Xuanhuang into the temple.
Xuanhuang asked: "Does the layman know Mr. Chen?"
Tong Caizheng said: "Xiao'er and Mr. Chen have met several times."
Xuanhuang glanced at Tong Zhihuan and said with a half-smile, "Young Master is very blessed."
Tong Cai was startled when he heard this.
"Taoist Master Xuanhuang means..."
"Don't say it, don't say it."
Tong Cai's throat was rolling, and he couldn't recover for a while.
It seemed that Zhihuan was not telling lies.
That gentleman is really...
The two of them burned incense in the temple to pay their respects, and Tong Zhihuan was particularly serious this time.
In previous years, his father only brought him to Liuyun Temple once a year. At the beginning of the year, if it hadn't been for his husband, he wouldn't be here today.
Tong Zhihuan felt a little surprised. He never expected to meet Mr. Chen here.
"Taoist Master, has Mr. Chen been here all along?" Tong Zhihuan asked.
Xuanhuang shook his head and said, "Sir, I only occasionally stay overnight in the mountains."
Tong Zhihuan nodded to show his understanding, and then kowtowed to the statue above his head.
The aroma of incense fills the entire Taoist temple.
After three bows, Tong Caizheng chatted with Taoist Priest Xuanhuang for a while, and then the father and son went to the courtyard to find Mr. Chen.
Tong Caizheng hesitated for a moment, then led Tong Zhihuan forward and came to the foot of the peach tree.
Chen Changsheng closed the book, looked at Tong Caizheng, and said, "Doctor Tong, we just met two days ago, please sit down."
Tong Caizheng sat down.
Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Zhihuan again and said, "Sit down too."
"Can I sit down?" Tong Zhihuan seemed hesitant.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "What's wrong with that?"
Tong Zhihua was a little happy, so he sat down.
Tong Caizheng said: "Years ago, when I was young and ignorant, I offended Mr. Chen. Fortunately, Mr. Chen was generous and didn't care about it. Tong thanked Mr. Chen for not taking matters into account."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said: "Doctor Tong is serious. Chen is very easy-going many times and does not get entangled in such trivial matters. On the contrary, this child is very talented and has an innocent heart, which is very valuable."
Tong Zhihuan was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "Sir, you praised me, but actually... I'm not as good as your teacher said."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "You and I are destined."
