The statue in Daodao Temple is just a simple clay statue.
This poor Taoist temple has been passed down from generation to generation, with little incense and poverty.
Every generation of masters must tell their disciples that they must carry forward the Taoist temple and build statues for the Sanqing masters and ancestors in the future.
The result is all the way down to the tenth generation of disciples.
I just happened to save a mason, and finally got it in exchange for a statue of Xu Jiren, the first generation of Taoist temple.
The practice is not very expressive.
A nose is a nose and eyes are eyes.
But just such a statue is gone now.
He was lying in the ruins, with half of his broken head exposed, and with a bit of a smile on his face, he looked up at Mo Qian.
Mo Qian knelt beside the ruins and stared at the statue without blinking.
The statue of Master Xu Ji was something Mo Qian had been kneeling on since he was a child.
When she was a child, she would kneel on the worship mat and offer incense to the ancestor every day.
Just like this, day by day, until she grows up.
But now, the idol is destroyed.
Mo Qian looked at the statue with a stern look on his face.
She stretched out her slender little hands to dig through the ruins again, as if she vowed to dig out all the statues of the ancestor.
Qiao He saw him.
He quickly squatted down and grabbed Mo Qian's wrist.
If you do this, you're afraid that before the statue comes out, your own hands will be torn apart.
After all, it was Qiao He who had a quick mind.
Draw a pie for Mo Qian immediately.
"We will repair it later. It will be bigger than the one on Witch Doctor Mountain. This is not good. If we demolish it first, we don't have to waste money and find someone to demolish it later."
This cake is indeed very tempting.
When Mo Qian heard this, he stopped.
He looked up at Qiao He.
Qiao He nodded sincerely, "Build a larger one. Build a single hall for each of your ancestors, so that you can become famous all over the world."
The cake Qiao He drew is big and round.
Just thinking about it makes me smell the fragrance.
This would not fool Mo Qian.
Mo Qian thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.
Only then did he take his hand away from Qiao He.
This time I didn’t dig out the statues in the ruins again.
Turning to Master Xu Ji, he bowed three times and kowtowed, "Master Xu Ji, the founder of Dao Dao Temple, please stay in this pile of rags for a few more days. The eighteenth generation disciple Mo Qian will definitely come back." Rebuild the Taoist temple!"
After Mo Qian finished speaking, he stood up and no longer clung to the statue.
Ye Fei stood aside and watched, unable to help but be speechless.
It's really troublesome to chase young mistress...
Come to think of it, in the entire Shangjing city, no young lady's preference is so expensive...
The most they have is luxury houses, luxury cars, and luxury goods.
Whose young lady’s hobby is to practice Taoism and build a golden body...
This preference cannot be expressed in units of "hundred million"?
…
Mo Qian walked around the ruins.
She still felt an evil thought calling her.
She paused and looked in the direction of the telepathy.
This glance immediately reminded her of something.
Mo Qian turned around and immediately ran towards the back mountain.
The master's ashes are buried there!
Chai Zhenren's ashes were buried under a large locust tree in the back mountain.
Mo Qian ran over and saw that the tree was still there, but it had become a dead tree with cracked bark and no leaves. It stood alone, looking lonely and depressed.
The grave bag at the foot of the mountain is still there.
But Mo Qian only glanced over and knew that someone had moved!
Master's ashes.
Not in there anymore! ! !
Mo Qian's expression suddenly turned sharp.
With a cold face, she walked to the grave with heavy steps and stood there.
She saw a yellow cloth floating on the grave, fluttering and swaying with the cold wind at night, as if greeting her, and also seeming to laugh at her, why did she come here?
Mo Qian pulled off the cloth strip and held it in his hand.
I saw two words written crookedly on the cloth: Mo Qian.
On the back of the cloth, there are two lines of small words: Leaving Shangjing City and returning to Daodao Village, life and death are determined by fate, and the cause and effect cannot be changed.
Ye Fei, who was following behind, stared at the words on the yellow cloth.
He pursed his lips.
This person's words.
It was even more disastrous than Mo Xianxian's...
For those who don’t know how to learn Taoism, writing like this is a compulsory course...
But Qiao He didn't care about the handwriting.
He raised his eyebrows and stared at the yellow cloth strip.
Unexpectedly, someone would dare to threaten Mo Daxian?
I really don’t understand how rebellious this girl is.
You won't let me take care of it?
I'm afraid she will have to take more care of it.
Mo Qian ignored the two people behind him.
She turned around and looked around, and then she saw a shovel that Ye Fei snatched from the villager's hand.
She snatched the shovel from Ye Fei's hand.
Then he bent down and dug up the grave bags on the ground with shovel after shovel.
When Qiao He and Ye Fei saw it, they didn't dare to stay idle. They quickly found some handy tiles and thick wooden piles on the mountain, and started digging the grave with Mo Qian.
The grave bag had just been tampered with.
The soil is loose and easy to dig.
The three people started working at the same time, and within a short time they dug into the hole.
Not long after, they dug to the bottom, where a large yellow cloth even glowed a little fluorescently on the dark mountain.
The yellow cloth was originally wrapped in the urn of Chai Zhenren.
Now there are only handfuls of loess left on the yellow cloth.
Mo Qian's face instantly darkened.
Qiao He and Ye Fei both felt that the cold wind on the top of the mountain was getting colder...
Mo Qian held the yellow cloth strip in his hand.
Close your eyes and meditate.
After a while, he suddenly said nonsensically, "Whose family is richer than the Gu family?"
At this time, ask this question...
A smart person will definitely choose not to speak.
When you speak, you must shift the blame to others.
But there is always that stupid young man who will tell the truth as soon as he opens his mouth.
Ye Fei said without thinking, "Then it has to be the Qiao family."
Qiao He, "..."
Stupid boy.
Can this question be answered?
One look at it and you know that Immortal Mo is coming with bad intentions...
Qiao He immediately defended, "It's hard to measure who is richer among rich people. And there are so many invisible rich people everywhere, it's impossible to say for sure."
Qiao He politely took the topic away.
Mo Qian turned his head, glanced at them, and pondered their words.
After a while, he looked back.
He muttered to himself, "It's not impossible that the person who harmed the Gu family is your Qiao family."
Qiao He, "..."
Ye Fei, "..."
Master Mo’s pot.
It's really a bit heavy...
