Hua Yi pointed at the top of his head and shook his head, with a profound smile on his face: "The secret must not be leaked."
No matter which side it is.
There is no way we can reach Jinling City anyway, so why should we tell our friends to worry about it?
"I understand, I understand. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. If you want to leave before the heavy rain falls, you can leave quickly."
Taoist Zhizhen said this, but he couldn't help but secretly murmur: How come you who have retired from Qintian Prison are more powerful than me, the abbot of this temple?
He thought of Hua Yi's evaluation of Shiliang just now, and decided to recommend it to Xu Jidao, the current governor, after the rain stopped.
It was just right for Shiliang to go to the governor's officers and soldiers to gain experience and become a general one day. He would also be able to remember the kindness of the Xu family and become a great help to the Xu family.
At this time, Hua Yi, who was about to cross the threshold, suddenly stopped.
"Brother Xu, a great thing cannot be perfected, so don't overdo it."
Taoist Zhizhen was shocked when he heard this and knew that he was obsessed. He patted his forehead lightly, stood up and cupped his hands to Hua Yi who was prodding him.
"Brother Hua, walk slowly."
"Well, don't worry, it won't rain until early tomorrow morning anyway."
Not long after Hua Yi left with his front foot, Shiliang came back with his rear foot.
Taoist Zhizhen stared at Shiliang's still slightly immature face for a moment. After hesitating for a while, he decided to do what Hua Yi said.
"The Tao follows nature, let it flow."
"Abbott, if you don't plan to have dinner at this time, do you still need to study a Taoist teaching first?"
Seriang's big eyes were full of doubts.
Taoist Zhizhen suddenly felt that Seriang was not as clever as he thought and had some ideas that were disappointing.
"The stars are most beautiful before the rain. If we put the dining table outside and eat while enjoying the night breeze, it's no worse than eating an ice drink."
When the word "ice drink" was mentioned, both Taoist Zhizhen and Shiliang swallowed slightly.
The incense provided by Hanshan Temple was only average, and any profits made were subsidized by Zhizhen Taoists to orphans who lacked food and clothing nearby, or used directly to adopt orphans like Shiliang.
If Mrs. Ning Er from Zhangjiazhuang hadn't donated money to pray for her nephew's safe travel, and specially sent someone to bring iced drinks, a Taoist who knows the truth would not be willing to spend half a tael of silver for a bowl of iced drinks.
Thinking of this, Taoist Zhizhen said to Shiliang: "The last time you went down the mountain, you said that you met the third lady of the Ning family and asked you to pick wild fruits near the temple when you were free. Did I remember this correctly?"
"The abbot asked me to devote myself to practice, but I refused after listening to the abbot's words. Miss Ning San also returned to the city with her mother. Is the abbot looking for Miss Ning San for something?"
Alas, what a pity.
Playing with the third young lady of the Ning family, maybe when he goes to Zhangjiazhuang to pick up the playful little Taoist priest, he can have a good meal and enjoy an iced drink.
Now...we are destined but not destined.
"Pretend I didn't say anything and move the table."
…
Hua Yi walked alone through the courtyard where Taoist Zhizhen was, walking on the stone steps like a leisurely stroll.
The little Taoist priests passing by nodded in greeting. Seeing Hua Yi's gray beard and hair dancing gracefully as he walked, they always felt like they were seeing a master from outside the world and a Taoist immortal.
"As expected of Master Hua, at such an old age, he still dares to walk these three thousand steps alone."
"Where are the three thousand steps? There are six thousand coming and going. Look at people walking without breathing, as if they are floating on the stone steps."
"I really want to become Master Hua's disciple and learn this unique skill of Qinggong. When I get old, I won't be afraid of falling when I walk with my eyes closed."
The envious and yearning voices of several young Taoist priests had just finished speaking.
Plop.
Hua Yi sat down on the stone steps, gasping in pain.
The little Taoist priests who just now were praising Hua Yi for walking so steadily that he seemed to be floating on the ground looked at each other and quickly turned back.
"Master Hua, the ground is cold, let's help you up."
"No need."
Hua Yi felt that he was just sprained by a stone without eyes. Although his butt hurt from sitting, his muscles and bones were not injured. He waved to the little Taoist priests to do their work and stood up with one hand on the ground.
Look down.
Sure enough, there was a piece of gravel the size of a fingernail on the stone steps, and on the upper level of the steps he was stepping on, there was a gap made by something unknown.
A young Taoist priest also saw the gap and hurriedly explained: "Master, the water leaked yesterday when Mrs. Yamashita Ning Er sent someone to deliver ice drinks. The worker carrying the ice accidentally slipped and hit the basket."
"I see, I had an extra bowl of ice drink."
I didn’t expect Karma to be here.
Hua Yi stared dimly at the gap, then looked up at the starry but dull sky, and turned around without hesitation.
The little Taoist priests were shocked.
Master Hua, what does this mean?
He kicked his feet and stopped moving forward?
"Kids, remember, if you encounter a living being blocking your way, remember to go back. This is called listening to God's advice and eating enough."
Although the stone is a stubborn stone that will last for thousands of years, to him who observes the stars all year round, it is a more important creature.
He has Qinggong, and despite his age, his physical strength is comparable to that of a healthy man. This little stone can actually make his feet sprain, which only shows that God wants to keep him.
The little Taoist priests listened to what Master Hua was talking about. Even though they stayed in Hanshan Temple, they felt that this was just an excuse for Master Hua to have a sore foot and not be able to go down the mountain. They saw through it but did not say anything.
Someone sent a message to the abbot, and someone went to prepare Master Hua's dinner tonight.
Only Hua Yi turned his head and glanced at the pebble again, his expression became serious, and he stretched out his fingers to calculate the luck of going down the mountain at this time.
Good luck.
What about staying?
When the result appeared, Hua Yi was stunned.
A bad omen?
"This is interesting."
Does God want him to have good fortune or misfortune?
How about going down the mountain?
"Master Hua, the abbot heard that you were going to stay, so he asked the kitchen to make your favorite mushrooms."
"Is it newly picked? Wait for me, I'll be there right away."
Hua Yi stretched out his foot and kicked the pebble into the grass next to him, to prevent passers-by from tripping again, and walked back with brisk steps.
…
In the early morning, when the sky was about to get bright, large groups of dark clouds swept in from the northwest with a sweeping force.
In less than a moment of burning the incense, a heavy rain came quietly.
Fortunately, the heavy rain only lasted for half an hour and turned into a gentle breeze and drizzle.
The farmers who were guarding the rice fields that were about to be harvested and worried that the fields would be soaked by heavy rains put on their raincoats, carried baskets on their backs, and went to the ground to harvest the ripe ears of rice during the intervals between heavy rains.
Fortunately, most of the rice ears can wait for another two days to be harvested. At dawn, only a few people are left in the rice fields.
When the rain increased sharply again, the harvest was basically completed.
Ning Wuyang heard about the rush to harvest and came to the fields. When he saw that the drainage in the ditch was about to overflow, his heart couldn't help but feel suspended.
"Those old crops are not saying that this year will be a good harvest, and they can harvest half a stone more grain. The rain is coming so hard. If it rains for two more days, I'm afraid we won't be able to work in this field."
Not only was Ning Wuhou worried about the rain.
Even the stewards of Zhuangzi and the farmers in nearby villages are worried about this problem.
Although it is raining now, if you rush to harvest in the rain, even if some of the dry rice will sprout, it is better than waiting for two days to soak in the rain and all of it will sprout.
But if this rain comes and goes quickly, it stops in the afternoon, and the harvest will not be affected by the sun for another two days.
"Mr. Ning, you have read a lot and are well-informed. Please help us make an idea."
Now Ning Wuhuang has become the pillar of support for everyone in the nearby village.
Ning Wuyang suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Ask him to recite poems, compose poems or make small inventions, and he can do it. It's going to rain that day and my mother is getting married. It's not something he can do just by making a decision.
Ning Wuyan frowned and did not respond, but Shen Youchu had an idea and quickly pulled Ji Jin over.
