Chen Changsheng didn't know how long he slept.
In the Taoist temple, the Taoist boy who had been guarding the door had now entered the room. He would glance at the sleeping pilgrim from time to time.
There is no such truth.
If you sleep in the Immortal Temple, you won't be afraid of being blamed by the gods.
The Taoist boy wanted to wake him up, but was stopped by his master.
The Taoist boy was puzzled and asked his master why: "Master, the statue of the god is right in front of you. I'm afraid it's against the rules for him to sleep like this..."
The old Taoist priest just shook his head and said, "He can sleep."
Most of the others had been kicked out long ago.
The Taoist boy frowned slightly and looked at the master.
The old Taoist priest smiled, touched his head and said, "Mortals can't sleep, but gods can."
The Taoist boy felt that his master was talking nonsense, but he didn't understand what he meant.
Master is saying that this person is a god?
No matter how he looked at it, Tao Tong felt that this person didn't look like him. There was nothing special about him, he was just an ordinary person.
When Chen Changsheng woke up, he didn't know what time it was.
It started to rain lightly outside.
The hazy drizzle fell on the roof tiles of the Taoist temple, then formed into water droplets and flowed down the tile trough, falling in the yard and in the water tank at the corner, making a ticking sound.
The freshness of the rain also woke Chen Changsheng up.
Chen Changsheng stretched out and saw a little Taoist priest meditating in front of him.
When the Taoist boy saw him waking up, he called out: "Is the layman awake?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "I felt comfortable for a moment and fell asleep. I'm really sorry."
The Taoist boy snorted softly and said: "The layman has a big heart and dares to sleep in front of the idol. How can the Taoist dare to say anything?"
When Chen Changsheng heard this, he realized that the little Taoist priest probably blamed him.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "It is against the rules, but I have slept with him countless times in my early years. Thinking about it, it is not less than this twice."
The little Taoist priest was stunned and looked at him.
Chen Changsheng pointed to the center of the hall, which was facing the statue of the gods. He said: "In the early years, there was a chair here, and I slept here like this. The gods never blamed Chen."
After hearing this, the little Taoist priest said: "How can this be so? Lay people don't believe it, but they can't be disrespectful."
Chen Changsheng said: "That's the truth. It's just that Chen is used to being arrogant. Gods don't want to care about Chen, a person who has half a foot in the Taoist door. They probably don't want to see Chen."
The Taoist boy didn't quite understand what he was talking about.
Before he could speak, Chen Changsheng asked, "Where is your master?"
The Taoist boy said: "Master and Master Mu are drinking tea in the backyard."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Chen did not expect that your master is still alive. This is surprising."
The Taoist boy frowned and said, "The layman really can't speak!"
"No."
Chen Changsheng pushed his sleeves and said, "You talk about gods, but according to the life that gods gave your master, he would have died a few years ago. This is also true."
The Taoist boy got a little angry and stood up to drive Chen Changsheng away.
"get out!"
The Taoist boy scolded.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Chen will take some things and leave."
With that said, he got up and went to the bookstore.
The Taoist boy did not allow him to go.
"What are you doing? If you don't leave, I will kick you out!"
The old Taoist priest naturally heard the quarrel in the front yard.
Taoist Fuyun quickly came out of the backyard.
"Daozhen! Don't be unreasonable!"
The Taoist boy said angrily: "Master, he doesn't respect gods and immortals, and he even spoke rudely to you, Master!"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said to the old Taoist priest, "That's true."
The old Taoist priest understood everything when he saw his husband's expression, and said with a helpless smile: "My disciple has a bad temper, sir, please don't tease him."
He didn't know where he was.
When my senior brother went down the mountain to carry water, he was teased like this by his husband.
Chen Changsheng looked at Daozhen and said, "Your master is really protecting you."
Daozhen glanced at him and then turned away.
Mu Jushi also came over and asked, "What's wrong? Why is this causing such a fuss?"
The old Taoist priest explained.
Mu Jushi also laughed after hearing this.
"The little Taoist's temperament is indeed like this." Mu Jushi said with a smile.
Daozhen didn't quite understand and asked, "Master, aren't you angry?"
The old Taoist priest is not angry, and Mu Jushi can't care about this, so he is naturally not angry either.
The old Taoist priest said: "It's good to read the scriptures. Master will talk to you later."
Daozhen opened his mouth, somewhat unconvinced.
"Go ahead." The old Taoist priest smiled.
Daozhen pursed his lips, glanced at Mr. Qingshan, and then returned to the hall to meditate alone.
Then the old Taoist priest invited Chen Changsheng to the backyard.
There is hot tea in the pavilion.
The old Taoist priest poured a cup for Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng felt a little better after drinking it. He took a bite of the dried fruit and said, "Now the life in the temple is much better."
The old Taoist priest nodded and said: "I have planted peach trees and opened farmland. I can grow some vegetables and sell them in the shop. There are not many pilgrims, but it is enough to cover the expenses of the Taoist temple."
He looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Sir, I haven't been back for many years. I wonder if I can gain anything from traveling around for many years."
Chen Changsheng said: "The harvest is not small."
At least I found some reasons for the curse and got some clues.
Mu Jushi paused after hearing this and asked, "Why do I always feel a little weird when I hear you talking?"
The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "I don't know, layman, that although Mr. Chen looks young, in fact, he is much older than the poor Taoist."
After hearing this, Mu Jushi was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why is this so?"
Chen Changsheng took the words and said: "There is a martial arts in the world. After practicing it, you can protect your skin and appearance, so you don't look old."
After hearing this, Mu Jushi's eyes lit up and he asked: "Is there such a magical martial arts?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Yes."
He was also careless, and he didn't even know whether he was there or not.
Mu Jushi then asked: "How old is that gentleman now?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I can't remember clearly, but the first person Chen met was the Taoist master's master."
After hearing this, Mu Jushi was horrified and said: "Doesn't that mean you have to be a hundred years old!?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "A hundred years old is rare, but it is not impossible. The old temple master of Liuyun Temple lived for more than a hundred years."
Mu Jushi opened his mouth and said, "That's really immortality..."
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but smile when he heard what his husband said. There were always few truths in his mouth.
The old Taoist priest asked: "Why did you come back this time?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It's okay. I happened to pass by and came back to see you. I brought some wine to your master."
The old Taoist priest nodded and understood.
Then Chen Changsheng asked: "Speaking of which, on the way, Chen heard someone mention Tong Zhihuan and Tao'er. Have they ever come back in these years?"
The old Taoist priest said: "I came back once a few years ago."
