When Xiaodao saw Mao Sandao, his expression was stunned, as if he was deliberately avoiding eye contact with Mao Sandao: "Mao...Hello, donor Mao."
"Oh, it's Taoist Priest Lianfeng." Mao Sandao looked at him for a long time before he recognized the young Taoist Lianfeng, "Long time no see. He's wearing a brand new attire. I almost didn't recognize him."
Mao Sandao remembered clearly that the last time Banyun and Doukui fought in the secret room, the curtain wind left his master behind and ran away alone.
Mao Sandao originally thought that Lianfeng would never see his master Banyun again, and also concluded that he would never return to Beiziling, but he never thought that he would actually come back.
Moreover, looking at Lianfeng's new outfit, it seems that he has been living quite a happy life these days.
Although Mao Sandao was a little surprised, he didn't bother to ask in detail. He thought that this was an internal matter of the sect after all, and his master didn't care about it, so why should he bravely go into this muddy water?
Sometimes, only by listening less, seeing less, speaking less, and asking less can you live longer.
He walked slowly into Mao Sandao through the curtain wind path and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, long time no see. I hope you are alright, the donor."
"Yeah, okay, okay." Mao Sandao looked around and praised repeatedly, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the whole Taoist temple has a new look, even the four words "Jinlai Temple", oh no, it's three words, these three words They are all shining with golden light, revealing... revealing..."
As he spoke, Mao Sandao frowned slightly, not knowing what words to use to describe it. After thinking for a while, he laughed and said, "It smells like money."
"The donor is joking." The wind-curtained path shook the whisk, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I wonder why the donor is here?"
The focus has been on the Taoist temple. At this time, Lianfeng Xiaodao was mentioned, and Mao Sandao remembered the purpose of this trip and quickly replied:
"Hey, look at me, I'm just talking nonsense. I'm here to visit Taoist Master Banyun, and I don't know how his health is?"
Then, he shook the roasted goose in his hand and said, "I brought two of his favorite roasted geese to the Taoist Priest."
With that said, he handed the roast goose and supplements to Lianfeng Xiaodao.
Lianfeng Xiaodao blocked it with his hand, and his expression suddenly became heavy: "The donor may be late. My poor master has become an immortal a few days ago."
How could Mao Sandao not know the meaning of "elevating to immortality", which is the nickname given by a Taoist party to a Taoist priest after his death.
He obviously didn't care what Lianfeng Xiaodao called him at this time.
Hearing that half of the clouds were transformed into feathers, Mao Sandao seemed to be struck by thunder and lightning with a "boom!" sound, and was turned to stone on the spot:
"Dao Changyu...has become a feather? How is that possible!"
Lianfeng Xiaodao nodded slightly, tears slowly leaking out of his eyes, and he sighed: "Master, he has indeed become an immortal."
Mao Sandao hurriedly rushed into the Taoist temple, still unwilling to believe what Lian Feng said about the half-cloud becoming a feather.
What if this is a huge joke played by Lianfeng on himself?
Next, Mao Sandao had to believe this fact. He did not see Banyun in the Taoist temple.
The interior of the Taoist temple is so orderly that it's almost unbelievable.
Moreover, Mao Sandao did not see any trace related to Taoist Master Banyun's life, as if he had never practiced in this Taoist temple.
"Donor, what I said is true and I did not deceive you."
Lianfeng followed Mao Sandao and saw that he kept searching inside and outside the house, so he couldn't help but emphasize it again.
Mao Sandao lost his emotions and slumped on the chair as if his whole body was falling apart. After a long time, he asked:
"Where is the Taoist priest buried?"
"At the back of the courtyard." Lianfeng replied.
Mao Sandao glanced towards the back of the courtyard and stood up with difficulty: "I want to see him."
"I'll take you there." The wind in the curtain shook the dust and led Mao Sandao to the back of the courtyard.
Mao Sandao followed Lianfeng and suddenly remembered the dream he had had before.
At that time, he dreamed that Master Banyun told him to live well, which was very similar to Grandpa Liu waving to him.
Only then did Mao Sandao understand that this was their last farewell to him before "leaving", but he didn't think about it so much at the time.
In fact, many things are already conveying some kind of hint to you, but most people will not take it seriously.
Not far from Banyun Cemetery, there is a small forest behind the view.
Soon, it arrived.
Looking at the protruding mound in front of him, Mao Sandao was filled with emotion and his eyes were filled with bitterness. He knelt down and placed the roast goose and supplements in his hands on the mound of Banyun's grave.
"Taoist Master, I'm here to see you." Looking at Banyun's new grave that had just been set up, Mao Sandao breathed out a heavy breath and tried to calm down his emotions, "I didn't expect that our farewell in the bookstore would be our last meeting..."
Mao Sandao was a little confused. No matter what, Banyun was an expert in the world. He must have known the severity of his injuries very clearly. After the battle in the bookstore that day, he heard Banyun tell him with his own ears that there was no physical condition. Big deal.
So, why did it suddenly emerge?
Mao Sandao didn't think Banyun would lie to him, and he also saw at that time that although Banyun was a little weak, Doukui did not hurt his vitals.
Mao Sandao felt that there was some doubt in this.
Could it be,
Killed?
As soon as this idea came up, Mao Sandao thought it didn't make sense.
Banyun's strength is there, no matter how serious the injury is, he should be able to deal with a few people without difficulty.
Furthermore, Taoist Master Banyun is always stationed in Beiziling and does not hear what is going on outside the window. Unless someone has something to ask for, he will not go down the mountain, let alone provoke people who should not be provoked.
Therefore, the possibility of being killed by him is almost unlikely.
Having said that, Mao Sandao always felt that Banyun's death was a bit strange.
In short, I just don’t believe that Banyun’s death was caused by the aggravation of his injuries.
Suddenly, Mao Sandao turned his attention to Lian Feng.
Could it be related to him?
Sometimes, the safest people are also the most dangerous people.
Mao Sandao's sudden gaze was like a cold light piercing his heart, and Lianfeng was startled.
Could it be...did he discover something?
Lianfeng tried his best to force himself to calm down and asked with an extremely unnatural expression: "Donor, what...what's wrong?"
Seeing Lianfeng's innocent and harmless look, Mao Sandao withdrew his doubts about him. He really couldn't figure out Lianfeng's motive for killing Banyun.
Yes, Lianfeng abandoned his master and escaped on his own when he was in the secret room, but this was also due to his timid nature, which did not mean that he had the intention to kill Banyun.
In addition, Banyun is Master Lianfeng. As the saying goes, "Disciples serve as teachers and respect the same as their father." It is conceivable that the world attaches great importance to the behavior of respecting teachers and Taoism.
And if killing the master violates the rules and betrays the master, then this will be tolerated by the world. For Lianfeng, who has followed Banyun for many years, it is impossible for him to not understand such a simple truth.
Taking everything into account, Mao Sandao felt that it was unreasonable for Lianfeng to kill Banyun.
Therefore, he felt that his suspicion had no basis.
"donor?"
Mao Sandao kept staring at him as if he was absent-minded. Lianfeng felt more and more uneasy, so he reached out and pushed Mao Sandao.
"Sorry." Mao Sandao finally came to his senses and quickly looked away.
Lianfeng asked: "What happened to the donor just now?"
"I just..." Mao Sandao frowned slightly, turned around and looked at Banyun's tomb and replied, "I just suddenly remembered some past events."
"Donor, are you remembering the time when you first came to Beiziling?" Lianfeng slowly walked to Mao Sandao, looked at the master's grave, and sighed solemnly, "At that time, the master was in good health and could eat a whole meal in one meal. Just roast the goose.”
"Yes, things are changing and things are unpredictable." Mao Sandao silently lit a cigarette, blew out smoke rings, and asked, "Excuse me, how did the Taoist Master die?"
