The door of the Taoist temple was closed. They knocked for a long time before a young Taoist opened the door. Seeing that they were also Taoist priests, he bowed and said, "Tao, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Evening classes are about to start in the temple. I wonder what's going on?"
"We, master and disciple, have traveled all the way to visit our old friend," Po Lu stepped forward and said, "My junior brother, whose Taoist name is Po Broom, heard that he is cultivating here, and we plan to come here to place an order."
"Broom?" The young Taoist priest tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I've never heard of this person."
"Evening classes are about to begin. Why are you studying here?" An old Taoist priest came out and urged.
"Senior brother, there is a colleague at the door, saying that he is looking for an old friend named Po Broom. I have never heard of this person."
"Po Broom?" The old Taoist priest was startled for a moment and looked at the three Po Lu people. "Who are you?"
Po Lu smiled and said, "My name is Po Lu, and I came to see my junior brother Po Broom."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and nodded for a while, then told the young Taoist priest: "Take them to the West Taoist Temple to wait, and ask the kitchen to prepare dinner for them. When the evening class is over, let the abbot make a decision."
The young Taoist priest was in a daze for a while, then he quickly said yes and hurriedly led the way.
The old Taoist priest stopped Po Lu: "Brother Taoist, you need to know that the junior brother you are talking about is none other than the abbot of this palace."
Po Lu was surprised: "Po Broom became the abbot?" He didn't know that his junior brother had such an achievement.
"It's just that he has changed his Taoist name and is now called Ziyun Zhenren," the old Taoist said sincerely, "he is a broken broom, please don't mention it again."
"Master Ziyun? Why did you change your name?" Po Lu couldn't adapt to the fact for a while.
"Two years ago, there was a severe drought. Abbot Yu Chun prayed for rain, so he was given a purple gold Taoist robe by the emperor, and was also given the title Ziyun Zhenren. Therefore, the abbot ordered that the old Taoist name should no longer be used."
Polu nodded repeatedly to express his understanding, and then hurried to catch up with the two apprentices.
He heard the sound of knocking on the board from the main hall, reminding him that evening classes were about to begin.
Po Lu felt that the sky was heavy and uncomfortable. He looked up and noticed the attic above the main hall that stretched high into the sky. Dark clouds were hovering above it. Since this building is rarely seen in the main hall, Po Lu felt it was strange and couldn't help but take a second look.
Yankong greeted the master: "I heard it. Master Po Broom has become the abbot of such a large Taoist temple. He is really powerful."
Po Lu shook his head: "He has changed his Taoist name and wants to call him Master Ziyun. Remember not to mention the word Po Broom again."
Iwakora felt that the atmosphere was not quite right: "Then can we still place orders?"
Brochure was noncommittal: "It's just a matter of playing it by ear."
The three of them entered the Shifang Hall of the West Taoist Temple where guests were entertained. The young Taoist opened three chairs and invited them to sit down, then hurried out to prepare dinner.
This place is in the subtropical zone, and the sun sets faster than in the north. It has been less than a cup of tea since we entered the Taoist temple, and the sky quickly became dark, and the Shifang Hall was darkened by the setting sun.
The young Yun Kongda has been staring at the corner since he entered Shifang Hall.
Po Lu noticed it, and looked along Yun Kong's line of sight, only to see a Taoist priest sitting in the corner. He was sitting on a high chair, upright, with a pot of tea beside him, and he was sipping slowly from a small cup.
The Taoist priest was silent, as if he didn't exist, which made their hair stand on end for a while.
The man with broken shoes bowed according to the etiquette: "I am a poor man with broken shoes. I don't know what to call him."
The other party chuckled in the darkness: "We meet by chance, if you need to call me, just call me Pingshui Taoist."
Seeing that he didn't want to reveal his real name, Polu still bowed and asked his disciples to sit down together.
Yun Kong still glanced at the Pingshui Taoist priest uneasily from time to time.
The young Taoist priest who received the reception appeared again, this time carrying two big candles. One was lit on the small table next to Pingshui Taoist Priest, and the other was lit on a round table: "Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment. Come when dinner is little."
He was about to leave when he was stopped by Polu: "What is the name of Taoist Priest?"
"I don't dare. I haven't received the ordination yet and still use my lay name. My surname is Qiu and my first name is Yunhan. Just call me Yunhan." As he said that, he remembered something and turned to Pingshui Taoist Priest: "I'll ask the Taoist priest to come up here later. A table for four people to eat together.”
Taoist priest Pingshui nodded to express his understanding.
Candles were lit around him, and everyone finally saw his appearance clearly.
Taoist priest Pingshui seemed to be in his thirties, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, sharp eyes, a square forehead and a big face, his beard was neatly trimmed, his robes were neatly maintained, and he was spotless as if he had just taken a bath.
Although he was smiling, his smile and eyes were very uncomfortable.
"Both Po Broom and Zi Yun are confusing you Po Lu, right?" Pingshui Taoist Master suddenly spoke up.
Po Lu had to turn around and respond to him: "How do you say this?"
"You must be very aware of how powerful your fellow juniors are and how advanced their Tao skills are."
"I don't dare. I've been away for three days. Who would have known that his spiritual practice would become deeper and deeper, and that he would soar into the sky?"
Taoist priest Pingshui sneered: "If a hozen puts on a purple robe, it won't turn into a god."
Yankong couldn't bear it anymore, stood up with all his strength, and shouted: "We met by chance, why did you insult my uncle?"
Pingshui Taoist priest looked Yankong up and down, and then said: "You are still young. You have read the books of saints and sages for several years, but you still have such a bad temper?"
Yankong was stunned for a while, and was about to have another attack. Po Lu stopped him, told him to sit down, and said softly: "This man has some background."
Po Lu said to Pingshui Taoist Priest: "It seems that this fellow Taoist is not a permanent resident of this temple, but is also here as a guest. I wonder what the purpose of coming here is?"
"I asked you just now, do you know that your fellow junior brother has some experience?"
"I also answered: I dare not say."
"Then does he have the ability to control the wind and rain?"
No. But Polu didn't answer. He knew his junior brother's ability to break a broomstick. The junior brother used to be scolded by his master: he didn't concentrate on studying and liked to take shortcuts. But that was twenty years ago. Who would have expected that he would be made a real person by the emperor, given a purple robe, and become an abbot?
"I know even if you don't answer, because his ability was stolen from me."
Po Lu was secretly surprised and frowned.
"Oh so you really don't know."
"We haven't seen each other for many years." Shaolu remained unchanged, "Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to just go to other people's places and accuse them of stealing?"
Taoist priest Pingshui laughed loudly: "I am not as particular as you. I regard the world's human relations as rubbish. I came here because I came here with bad intentions and only wanted to catch thieves."
"Excuse me," Yankong suppressed his anger, "What did he steal from you?"
Taoist priest Pingshui snorted: "He stole a few dragons from me."
After finishing speaking, he stared at Po Lu and the other three, watching their reactions to see if there was anything hidden underneath their confused expressions.
As a result, what he heard was a childish voice: "The dragon is so big, how can he steal it?"
Pingshui Taoist priest lowered his head and smiled at the little boy. Just when he was thinking about how to answer the boy, his expression suddenly changed and he stared at Yunkong's face in surprise.
Then he turned away, stopped talking, lowered his head and drank tea sullenly.
Polu was rejoicing, but he didn't expect that the intern Taoist priest Yun Han would come back at this time. He carried a big food box, came into Shifang Hall, took out the food in the food box one by one, set a table for the four of them to enjoy: "The abbot is leading the evening service. Don't be in a hurry and eat slowly."
Polu and the others hadn't eaten since they got off the boat. They had walked a long way and were very hungry. They thanked Yunhan and sat around the round table.
Just as he was about to lift his chopsticks, Yun Kong turned around and asked Pingshui Taoist Priest: "Taoist Master, please come over for dinner. Are you hungry too?"
Pingshui Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, then stood up, moved the chair he was originally sitting on, and stopped Yun Han who was about to leave: "Brother, come here."
Yun Han originally thought that after finishing the reception, he could go back and join the evening class: "What are your orders?"
"I heard that your abbot is very good, and the emperor gave him a purple and gold robe. Why? I want to hear the story."
Yun Han immediately beamed: "You asked the right person. I heard that the abbot is superb in Taoism and saved the country from a severe drought two years ago. Otherwise, there would have been famine in all the roads south of Lingnan."
"I would like to hear the details, sit down and talk slowly, and add flavor to our dinner."
Yun Han sat down happily.
Po Lu knew that Taoist Pingshui wanted to tell his junior brother's deeds through others.
But he didn't understand why Pingshui Taoist's face changed drastically when he saw Yunkong just now.
Yun Han said: "It's like this. There was a severe drought two years ago, especially in Beijing and Shaanxi. The imperial court issued a list calling for people to pray for rain. Many Taoist priests, monks, and wizards failed, or it only rained a little, which didn't matter. It doesn’t help. At that time, the abbot was in Tokyo..."
