The Northern Song Dynasty had four capitals: east, west, south and north. Kaifeng Prefecture in Tokyo was the official capital.
Pingshui Taoist priest asked: "He was not the abbot at that time, right?"
Yun Han was a little embarrassed: "Yes, he happened to be in Tokyo, and then he..."
"He doesn't happen to be over there, right? He is a resident Taoist priest of Shangqing Dongtian Palace. How can he go hundreds of miles away without permission?"
Yunhan was speechless for a moment.
He was a newly arrived intern Taoist priest, waiting to be ordained as a formal Taoist priest, so he really didn't think much about it.
"You go ahead." Pingshui Taoist waved his hand.
Yun Han broke out in a cold sweat: "Well... Abbot, I'll just do what the abbot said, okay? When he was in Tokyo, he answered the imperial court's request and said it will rain as much as it wants, and it won't stop until it rains enough."
Polu stroked his long beard in confusion, while Pingshui Taoist priest had a gloomy face.
"Sure enough, as the abbot said, he opened the altar to offer sacrifices, and soon nectar fell from the sky. People from all walks of life came to report that it had rained, and there was so much rain that they were afraid of causing disaster. So after four days of rain, the abbot felt That’s enough, it stopped raining.”
After hearing this, Yankong couldn't help but admire: "Uncle Master is really superb in Taoism!"
Pingshui Taoist priest said impatiently: "So the imperial court gave him a purple gold Taoist robe, named him Ziyun Zhenren, and then made him the abbot of Shangqing Dongtian Palace, and ordered the original abbot to abdicate, right?"
Yun Han forced a smile and said, "I'm new here, so I really don't know."
Yankong tried to smooth things over: "The Taoist robe given by the imperial court must be extremely beautiful."
"Yes, the abbot cherished it very much. He kept it locked up in the attic and never let it show up. I only saw him wear it once during the Spring Ox Festival."
"Above the attic?" Pingshui Taoist priest pointed outside, "Is it the attic above the main hall?"
"You are so attentive and noticed." Yun Han said, "The attic is called the Ziyi Pavilion. It was newly built last year. The abbot ordered it to be built as soon as he came back to serve as the abbot. The purple gold Taoist robe is enshrined facing north in it to thank the imperial court. Well, and the abbot always goes to the attic every rainy day, and I went up with him once."
"Why go up to the attic on a rainy day?" Pingshui Taoist Master caught his words.
"I don't know, but an elder told me that the abbot went to sacrifice the dragon." Yun Han said with pride, "The abbot is diligent in sacrificing the dragon. I think this is how he developed his skills."
Brochure's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Yun Han spoke enthusiastically, glanced at the crowd, and said in surprise: "Hey, why didn't any of you Taoist brothers use your chopsticks? It's my fault. You shouldn't be talking at the dinner table." After saying that, he stood up immediately: "I'll go take a look. Is the abbot free to see you all?"
Yun Han left, and Po Lu and Ping Shui Taoist looked at each other.
Taoist priest Pingshui spoke first: "It's not good if the food is cold. You should eat it quickly." He glanced at Yun Kong and said, "At least let the children eat first."
Hungry, Yun Kong stared at his master, begging for his permission.
Polu put some vegetables into Yun Kong's bowl, pushed it gently in front of him, and then looked at Taoist Pingshui seriously: "You said that my junior brother stole your dragon."
"To be more specific, it's a dragon painted by Wu Daozi."
Wu Daozi was a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty. Many Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in the imperial court had large murals by him. He was good at painting Buddhist and Taoist figures, landscapes, etc. It is said that he was the first to paint the red statue of Zhong Kui catching ghosts.
The point is, legend has it that the animals he painted were lifelike and would even run out at night.
"Are you really saying that the dragon painted by Wu Daozi is the reason why my junior brother can pray for rain?"
"Let's talk quickly," Pingshui Taoist priest said, "The dragon painted by Wu Daozi is not an ordinary dragon, but a "Yulong" that can make clouds and rain. I worked hard to get it, but he stole it. I went, I just found out a few days ago that he was canonized by the court for praying for rain, and I came here specifically to get my things back."
Polu nodded and thought: This is reasonable and in line with his junior brother's style.
Iwakong was annoyed as he listened: "Only a devil would believe this kind of nonsense!"
Po Lu said, "Master believes it." Yan Kong was immediately speechless. "But, you just heard that he would go to the attic to sacrifice the dragon every rainy day. Is your dragon a picture? Does it need to be sacrificed?"
This time it was Pingshui Taoist's turn to frown in confusion.
Polu pointed outside: "It seems that the Dragon Picture you want may be in that attic."
"It's not 80% but 90%."
"It's raining now. After their evening classes are over, the broken broom will probably go up too, right?"
"Then I'll go look for it now." Taoist priest Pingshui smiled slyly, with an expression that didn't care about anything, "I guess he won't return it."
"But how to get up to the attic? The entrance should be in the main hall. They are doing evening classes in the main hall."
"For me, the entrance is a small problem." Taoist priest Pingshui stood up and walked to the door of Shifang Hall. He looked at the rainy night sky, thought about it for a while, then turned around and said, "I see you are also a caring person. Do you want me to take you there?" Would you like to go up and take a look?"
"That's fine."
"Master!" Yankong said in surprise, "We are here to seek refuge with our uncle. How can we slander him just because of a few words from a person of unknown origin? You are too stupid to follow him to get his belongings." ..." Due to the ethics of master and disciple, Yankong didn't know what words to use.
"Polu, the disciples you have recruited are not bad." Taoist priest Pingshui said with a smile.
"I know."
Pingshui Taoist priest suddenly turned to Yunkong: "Yunkong, do you want to go up with us?"
Yun Kong stood at the dining table, busy picking up rice in his hands, and stuffed his mouth with fragrant white rice: "I'll eat."
Po Lu conveniently grabbed his straw hat and was about to step out when Yan Kong held him back: "Master!"
"Yankong, don't you know Master yet?" Polu looked at him lovingly, "I am saving Pobhu." After saying that, he gently pushed away Yankong's hand and followed Pingshui Taoist priest outside. .
Yankong couldn't dissuade the master and chased him out, but in the blink of an eye, the master and Pingshui Taoist were nowhere to be seen.
In the light wind and drizzle, he heard a whistling sound above his head. When he looked up, under the dark cloudy night sky, there was indeed a blurry figure jumping onto the roof of the main hall, and then running lightly on the tiles.
Iwakora was stunned.
"Who is that Taoist Priest?..."
Yankong walked back to the dining table with a surprised look on his face and ate with his junior brother Yunkong.
"Senior brother, why does his face look weird?" Yun Kong asked with concern.
"Children don't understand." Even though they have been together for almost a year, Iwakora is still struggling to deal with a six-year-old child.
"He is not an ordinary person."
Yankong was stunned for a moment: "Why did you say this?"
"When I was young, there were many people like him in the forest." Yun Kong continued eating without any surprise.
"He..." Yankong probed, "Is he an immortal?"
"I don't know what an immortal is."
Just as Yankong was about to ask, he heard the rapid squeaking sound coming from outside. Yunhan quickly ran to the door and said excitedly: "The abbot wants to meet you... Huh? Where are the two Taoist priests?"
Yankong didn't know how to answer, he just said in his heart: "It's over, it's over..."
Yun Kong said loudly: "I'm full! Senior brother, you should also eat quickly!"
"Yes, eat quickly," Yun Han said, "I don't know why, but the abbot is anxious to see you."
Yankong was thinking hard about how to respond when the sound of squeaking was heard from outside again. A Taoist with gray hair and a high bun wearing a complete Taoist robe appeared at the door. Yunhan couldn't help being shocked: "Abbot!"
That Taoist must be Broken Broom. Yankong has never seen this uncle, but he knows that he is about the same age as his master, probably around fifty, but he looks older than his master, with sunken eyes, dull eyes, and gray hair. The color, the skin is dry and wrinkled, and compared to the wandering Master, he does not look like a person who is pampered in a Taoist temple.
Po Broom, or Zhenren Ziyun, glanced at Shifangtang with his withered yellow eyes, and asked in a hissing voice: "Where are the people?"
"Uncle Master," Yankong stood up and bowed, "Master..."
"I'm not asking about your master," Master Ziyun said rudely, "I'm talking about Five Flavors."
"Five flavors?"
Master Ziyun turned to Yun Han: "When that person reported his name, he said the name Wuwei, right?"
"Yes Yes……"
In fact, when Master Ziyun heard Yunhan's report about Wuma Taoist's visit, he was already upset and was not in the mood to host evening classes.
He was worried about gain and loss, wanted to escape, and wanted to seek help.
He wanted to escape because he had a guilty conscience.
