"Taoist Priest, no... don't be in a hurry. Just take your time."
Mao Sandao smoked a cigarette unnaturally to dilute the embarrassing situation he was in.
The master's unabashed "cannon fire" made the little Taoist priest Lianfeng look embarrassed: "Master... master is going to the toilet."
"Apprentice, how many times have I told you that I cannot ask you to go to the restroom. If you have to call me respectfully, the restroom will seem a bit ungentlemanly."
While he was talking, the curtain was opened by a short, chubby hand.
Then, a fat Taoist priest who was about forty years old and less than five feet short came out.
The Taoist priest had two mustaches, and his hair was tied into a bun on top of his head, with a hairpin inserted diagonally.
Uh...it looks like a chopstick on the head.
Wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, the lower half of his body was being bitten by his teeth.
At this time, he was holding the door frame with one hand, and the other hand was holding up the pants under the monk's robe.
Not far away, Mao Sandao could clearly see the beads of sweat on his forehead.
Come to think of it, the wedding just now was not particularly smooth...
Outsiders kept staring at him, and the fat Taoist priest seemed to realize that his actions were not very elegant. He quickly put down the curtain and returned to the small room.
"My master is like this, don't be offended by the donor..." After all, he is his master. He has lost his image in front of outsiders. Lianfeng is a little embarrassed, so he hurries to smooth things over for his master.
"Don't be surprised, your master's character is very... very... very free and easy." Mao Sandao scratched the tip of his nose and finally found a suitable word to respond.
"Donor, I'm sorry for making you laugh." In less than a minute, the fat Taoist priest arranged his clothes, opened the curtain, and walked over with a smile while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Hello, Taoist Master." Mao Sandao stood up and greeted him.
"Ouch, tsk tsk tsk!" Banyun walked up to Mao Sandao and looked him up and down solemnly, with an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.
"Taoist Master, what...what happened?"
Mao Sandao felt very uncomfortable being looked at by Ban Yun.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Banyun shook his head and turned to look at Lianfeng behind Mao Sandao, "The benefactor is so handsome. Disciple, there is a huge difference between you and this benefactor in appearance!"
Mao Sandao was speechless.
"Master, there must be something wrong when someone comes to see you, so stop joking."
Lianfeng scratched his head and was speechless at the master's words.
"That's what my disciple said." Banyun quickly asked Mao Sandao to sit on the bench in the yard.
When he saw the roast goose on the table, Banyun rubbed his belly and sneered with an unhappy look on his face: "Disciple, tell me the truth, where did you buy this roast goose?"
Lianfeng hesitated and replied: "Xu Yuanji bought it."
Hearing the answer, his half-clouded beard twitched. He bent down and took off the shoe on his right foot, and threw it towards the curtain wind:
"I told you before that Xu Yuanji's roast goose is always bad every time I buy it, but you just don't listen! Do you want me to die from diarrhea?"
Lianfeng quickly lowered his head, neither dodging nor daring to say a word.
"Pick up the shoes!" Banyun roared again.
"Oh..." Master got angry, and Lianfeng didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly picked up the broken shoes on the ground and placed them at Master's feet cautiously.
There was such a huge difference in attitude between Ban Yun and Mao Sandao that he did not dare to speak and felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. .
Banyun put on his shoes, grabbed the pot on the table and took a sip. He regained his smile and looked at Mao San:
"My disciple is disobedient. I told him not to go to Xu Yuanji. He refused to listen. Didn't he scare the donor just now?"
"It's... not bad." Mao Sandao wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Taoist Master, I didn't see any streets at the foot of the mountain. Where did you buy the roast goose?"
Banyun pointed to the south: "It's 30 kilometers south."
"3...30 kilometers?" Mao Sandao's eyes widened, "Then your disciple can endure hardship..."
Looking at the roast goose on the table, Mao Sandao guessed that it was not Xu Yuanji's problem, but that it was too far away and took too long to come back.
"Master, other places are too far away. The closest one is Xu Yuanji. Even to Xu Yuanji it takes a long time to walk back and forth..." Lianfengji retorted carefully.
"You are still quibbling!" Banyun took off his shoes again and threw them at Lianfeng, "If you are wrong, you are wrong. If you know your mistakes and can correct them, you will still be a good disciple of your master."
"Master, I was wrong." Lianfeng hurriedly picked up the shoes like a wronged little daughter-in-law.
Mao Sandao, who had just calmed down, was startled again by Banyun's roar.
After a while, he calmed down and asked doubtfully: "Taoist Master, doesn't your Taoism emphasize the "Three Refuges and Five Precepts"? Why do you still drink alcohol and eat meat?"
"There are "Three Refuges and Five Precepts". Among the five precepts, it is said not to kill. The poor Taoist just eats meat and does not violate the precept of killing." Then he handed the pot in his hand to Mao Sandao, "Hey, listen, what is this?" "
Mao Sandao hesitantly picked up the pot, put it to his nose and smelled: "Vinegar?"
"That's right, if you are greedy for wine but can't drink it, you can simply pour it with vinegar and write the word "wine" and it will be regarded as wine." Banyun took another sip with a look of enjoyment on his face, "Roast goose with vinegar. Everything is correct, wonderful!”
Immediately, he asked with a smile: "By the way, donor, why are you looking for me?"
Mao Sandao hesitated for a moment and decided to express his worries. Maybe Banyun could really help.
After all, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and some things cannot be taken at face value.
"Taoist Priest, I came to see you because I wanted to..."
"Wait, don't say it, don't say it yet!" Before Mao Sandao finished speaking, Banyun suddenly interrupted him, "Rong Pindao, let's take a guess."
Banyun's eyes began to roll up, and he pinched the other four fingers with his thumb on his right hand while still muttering something in his mouth.
From time to time, he paused, opened his eyes and asked, "Testing for marriage?"
"No." Mao Sandao shook his head.
Banyun rolled his eyes again and counted with his fingers.
"Does it count as a career?" Banyun opened his eyes again and asked.
"No." Mao Sandao still shook his head.
"Isn't it?" Banyun started pinching again, "Does it depend on the feng shui of the home?"
"No." Mao Sandao curled his lips, somewhat suspecting that Banyun was playing tricks on him.
After being denied several times in a row, Banyun opened his eyes with a slightly embarrassed look on his face: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Taoist Priest, do you know that after death, there are people who have lingering resentments and look for hosts to entrust their souls?" Mao Sandao asked, staring at Banyun.
"I know." Banyun seemed to be interested and looked at Mao Sandao again, "Not many people probably know about this kind of thing. How did you know about it?"
Mao Sandao explained: "My grandfather's body was missing, and then I heard someone tell me this. He didn't understand the specific details, so he recommended you."
"Oh? This man is very discerning." Banyun became more interested and his eyes began to shine, "What's his name?"
"Uh... I just met a person for a few days. I forgot his name."
Mao Sandao didn't want to say Jiao Qiu'er's name because he was worried that saying too much would injure Jiao Qiu'er.
"That's it." Banyun said with obvious disappointment, "The so-called lingering resentment means that a person with resentment unnaturally dies in a yin place and is nourished by the yin energy, resulting in lingering resentment and eventually becoming a resentful spirit.
And this resentful spirit cannot leave the land of Yin for a long time. It must find a dead host whose soul has left the body and enter his body to control it. This is the host sustenance.
The host and the resentful spirit together are the leader of the spirit. Once they become the leader of the spirit, it will be difficult to deal with them. "
"Lingkui?"
Mao Sandao's body was shaken.
If this is true, would grandpa have become Ling Kui?
