The little Taoist priest saluted the patriarch and Chun Sheng repeatedly.
The clan leader waved his hand, "Okay, you don't need to apologize or thank me. The extra money can be used as an offering to the Sanqing."
"Did you hear that? Ten bags are book money, and the rest is for supporting your Taoist ancestor! We gave it to you, but you won't go away even if you get a benefit!" Chun drove the little Taoist priest away angrily.
"Xiao Dao's name is Xuan Mo, and he has some medical skills. If the donor needs it, just ask Xiao Dao. The definition of Xiao Dao is unavoidable."
Xuan Mo cupped his hands and thanked him, then returned to Lao Dao and continued to help him.
"Hmph! Are you still being deceived?" Chun Sheng muttered, holding back his anger.
The patriarch smiled calmly, "They are just scoundrels in the market. Some of the hearts of all living beings are really good, and some are so bad that you can't imagine."
"It's okay if you don't want the things belonging to the old liar and the little liar." Chun Sheng picked up Xuan Mo's book and wanted to tear it up.
The clan leader stopped Chun Sheng and said with a smile: "This is your first time coming down the mountain. Just treat it as a lesson and keep it as a souvenir."
To commemorate the fact that she was tricked by mortals just after she came down from the mountain, Chun Sheng felt that this book was simply a pillar of shame for her.
It was freezing cold, snowflakes were falling in Langhuan City, more and more people were buying charcoal, and the business between Chunsheng and the clan leader became more and more prosperous. I sold half of my car and did the math. In addition to eating and staying in hotels, I actually made a lot of net profit.
The two Taoist priests opposite were more unlucky. The old Taoist priest told people that they were evil spirits. Not only did they not make any money, they almost even had their stalls destroyed.
I only earned a few copper coins at the end of the day and bought three plain steamed buns. The master and the apprentice also gave in to who would eat two and who would eat one. In the end, the old Taoist priest forced his apprentice Xuan Mo to eat two.
Chunsheng finally felt a breath of bad breath coming out. snort! retribution! You deserve to be hungry!
It was getting late and the snow was falling heavily. Chunsheng and the clan leader finished their business for the day.
After wrapping up the charcoal cart and pushing the cart away, Chun Sheng looked back...
The little Taoist priest Xuan Mo was wearing thin clothes and was busy cleaning up the stall in the ice and snow. His little face and hands were all red from the cold.
The old Taoist priest coughed a little, took a few sips of the steaming water, and then gave the hot water bottle to Xuan Mo to warm his hands. Xuan Mo warmed it up, rubbed his hands, and then put the hot water bottle into the master's arms middle.
Their hot water was heated with her charcoal, and it was also the warm relationship between master and apprentice.
Despite the suffering in the world, warmth still exists.
At that moment Chun Sheng felt less angry.
I followed the clan leader to find an inn nearby. The clan leader told Chun Sheng to go to Beiming Water and come back in two or three days. Chunsheng's magic power was still weak, so it would be inconvenient to follow him, so he left her to continue selling charcoal in the city.
Before leaving, the patriarch told Chun Sheng to remember to hide his identity at all times, and to protect himself and return to the mountain first if he encountered danger. When he comes back after finishing his work, he will take her on a tour.
Chunsheng nodded in agreement. Selling charcoal is not difficult. If she encounters any charlatans again, the worst she can do is just ignore them.
At night, Chun Sheng sat in front of the inn window, taking advantage of the moonlight reflected in the heavy snow outside the window, and took out the medical book sold to her by the young Taoist priest Xuan Mo.
There is indeed a small black mark on the back of the book. From a closer look, it appears that it is not dyed with charcoal powder, but a mark of ink dipped in it. The old Taoist priest indeed deliberately sold it by force. She is quite experienced in this little trick.
Chun Sheng was determined to cast a spell to remove the ink stains, but then he remembered the clan leader's advice that he could not cast spells easily in the mortal world, so he had to give up.
Opening the book, I flipped through the pages. Although it was a list of medicinal materials, it was recorded in great detail. The nature and taste of each medicine were found in the meridians, where it was produced, when it was collected, and which medicines it is often compatible with and which medicines are incompatible with each other. Listed one by one, the pictures of the herbs are also very clear and beautiful.
Chun Sheng thought that Xuan Mo's handwriting was so exquisite, and everyone said that the handwriting was just like the person he was. Who would have thought that he was the apprentice of a charlatan.
I read Xuan Mo's book carefully. The more I read, the more I liked it. The more I read, the more I felt sorry for Xuan Mo. It makes me sad to think that the little Taoist priest who is knowledgeable, sensible and a little bit cute will imitate his master and become a scoundrel in the future.
Chunsheng closed the book angrily, put on a quilt and opened the window.
Looking around, white goose feathers and snow are flying all over the sky...
The scene of thousands of lights in the world is different from Shaoyang Mountain, and it has a unique charm.
Chun Sheng looked at the sky along with the heavy goose feather snow. Where did this snow fall? Was it spread by the immortals in heaven? Are the immortals in the sky also afraid of the cold? Chun Sheng didn’t know.
The heaven above the flying snow is prosperous and bright.
"It's a bit cold in the palace today..."
In the Rebirth Hall of the Changshou Palace, Mr. Chongguang was wearing a moon-white immortal robe, lazily leaning on the couch, holding a book in his hand, looking at the bright sky outside the hall, and sighed.
Qing Shu reported back: "Xuan Ming Cheng Kan, Beidou enters the Great Cold Period, and the Rain Lord is on duty today and spreads some rain. Our palace is so close that it must be a little bit cold."
"It's the middle of winter in the world..." Mr. Chongguang seemed thoughtful.
Qingshu's waiter hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea and presented it to him, "Your Majesty, please drink a cup of hot tea first, while Qingshu goes to light the charcoal stove. If Your Majesty catches the cold, the Emperor of Heaven will blame Qingshu again."
Mr. Chongguang put down the book, took the tea cup and took a sip, "No, I don't need it."
He knows his body.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor of Heaven has ordered the Queen to supervise the medical department and has selected thirty medical women waiting outside the palace." Qingshu continued to report.
"The medical girl...the delicate one?" Mr. Chongguang asked.
"Yes" Qing Shu reported.
Mr. Chongguang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put down the tea cup leisurely, stood up and got off the chair, and restored his handsome and upright posture.
"My waist no longer hurts now. Send those medical girls to the mansions of the major golden immortals in the heavens to rub their waists and beat their backs for all the immortals. If they can't complete it, they will enter the beast realm."
"Huh?" Qingshu's waiter was in trouble. His lord would make a big deal out of him from time to time.
"Golden Immortals each have their own responsibilities, and they have great responsibilities and hard work. I would like to lend flowers to Buddha to express my condolences to my brother." Mr. Chongguang said unhurriedly.
"Ancestor Hongjun, are you still sending it?" Qing Shu's waiter asked.
Lord Chongguang smiled without thinking, "Of course I will give it to him, and I will give him a double portion!"
The waiter in Qingshu seemed to have eaten coptis, "Your Majesty, Patriarch Hongjun was a former friend of Emperor Changsheng. The ancient gods were highly virtuous and respected. Those medical women outside look really enchanting, so that's not good..."
Lord Chongguang straightened the sleeves of his robe and asked, "What's wrong? How happy I am to hang out in the harem every day. How can such a good thing be without my mentor? Go quickly!"
"yes……"
The Qingshu waiter forced himself to retreat. He knew that "such a good thing" was indispensable for the ancestor Hongjun, and he didn't know what the ancestor should do.
Mr. Chongguang strolled outside the palace, and a few snowflakes floated down from beside him, drifting to the lower world...
His waist finally stopped hurting, and it felt uncomfortable to be cut in two.
He thought again of the silly rabbit named "Danxia" in the lower world. Although the silly rabbit acted recklessly, he helped the little snake bury the body, which was not too heartless after thinking about it. I wonder if the silly rabbit will be as lucky as he met him next time he meets a poisonous snake...
It snowed heavily overnight, so Chunsheng went to sell charcoal early when he had nothing to do. The business was actually better than the previous day.
While I was busy, I glanced across the street a few times, but it was always empty. The liar master and apprentice never came.
It wasn't until the weather cleared that the master and apprentice appeared in the alley carrying large and small boxes.
The old Taoist priest put on Xuan Mo's tattered cotton robe and coughed from time to time, as if he had caught the wind and cold.
The little Taoist priest Xuan Mo was in single clothes and shoes from top to bottom, his ears and face were red from the cold. His thin body was curled up in a tattered Taoist robe that didn't fit well. He was carrying a large cargo box and "squeaking" in the thick snow. The ground is very difficult.
"A sneeze! A sneeze!" Xuan Mo sneezed twice.
Chun Sheng thought to himself that it seemed that both the master and the apprentice were infected with the cold. Even if he cheated on the charcoal fire, it would be difficult to avoid frostbite in such thin clothing in such a cold winter. Humph, it’s your own fault. retribution!
Xuan Mo saw Chun Sheng and greeted Chun Sheng from a distance. Chun Sheng pretended not to see it and was busy with his own affairs.
At three o'clock in the morning and at noon, Chun Sheng finally had some free time, ate two pieces of hibiscus cake he had brought, and subconsciously looked to the opposite side.
I saw the old Taoist priest lying on the stall asleep. Xuan Mo bought a piece of cake and quietly walked to the master. He dipped his hand into some cake crumbs and wiped it on his lips, then woke up the master.
The old Taoist priest was feeling unwell and was dizzy from sleep. When he saw Xuan Mo bringing him food, he took it and half way through the meal he remembered to ask Xuan Mo if he had eaten.
Xuan Mo wiped his mouth and told Master that since Master was sleeping, he couldn't disturb him and had eaten first. The old Taoist ate all the remaining cakes.
"What a little liar!" Chun Sheng saw it clearly and cursed, but felt a little sad in his heart.
In the evening, Xuan Mo bought a steamed bun, hid behind the street and secretly picked up one or two vegetable leaves on the steamed bun, and put it on his mouth. When he gave it to the old man, he still said that he had already eaten it.
Chunsheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply wrapped the remaining hibiscus cake in oil paper and went straight to Xuan Mo.
Xuan Mo thought Chunsheng was here to collect debts, so he looked at the empty money box in embarrassment and begged Chunsheng, "We didn't make any money today. Can I pay it back to you slowly?"
"My grandpa is away for something today. I brought too much and I can't eat it. I'll give it to you."
Chun Sheng stuffed a packet of hibiscus cakes that looked like small lotus flowers into Xuan Mo's arms and turned back.
Xuan Mo stood dumbfounded for a long time while holding the hibiscus cake, but gave the cake to the master first.
The old Taoist priest had no appetite and wanted to continue resting with his eyes closed, so he waved his hand for Xuan Mo to eat.
Xuan Mo held the hibiscus cake in the palm of his hand. It was a pink six-petal lotus-shaped pastry. It was cute and cute, and looked like a watery hibiscus. It looked sweet and delicious...
Xuan Mo took a bite and buried his head in his wide sleeves...
He cried.
Growing up, I followed my deceitful master everywhere. The master is greedy for alcohol and cannot change his bad temper. As Taoist priests of the demon-hunting lineage, not only are they not respected, they are often looked down upon and even insulted and beaten. No one who was cheated by them would treat him kindly.
This is the first time.
The taste of this cake is engraved in his heart...
