The next day, early morning.
Zhang Yao and Taoist Qingyu came to the Hongfa Hall early.
"Qingxu, Qingyu."
In the huge Dharma Propagation Hall, there was only one Taoist monk left who was "Qing Liang" and said with a solemn voice:
"Our Hongfa Hall is short of manpower, so Master Lao Guanlu has come forward to help me this time."
"Time is tight, you two will follow me for a short period of ritual training, and you will officially go down the mountain at noon."
"Remember, you must study hard, and you must not lose the face of Qingping Palace after you come down from the mountain!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Qingliang."
Zhang Yao and Taoist Qing Yu immediately bowed and said yes.
The Taoist boys of Hongfa Hall have to learn all kinds of rituals and rituals of water and land dojos after they get started. There are a total of more than a dozen different methods of fasting and worshiping, and it takes several years to learn them.
They were recruited on a temporary basis. Naturally, they could not learn complex techniques such as fighting with a gang, drawing talismans, and seals. They could only choose simple techniques such as chanting incantations, chanting sutras, and raising altars.
Fortunately, Qingliang Taoist didn't have high expectations for them. He just needed to be able to cope with it. This time the ritual ceremony mainly relied on him.
"Come on, let me teach you how to ascend to the altar first..."
Taoist Qingliang led the two of them and started teaching in the Hongfa Hall.
Thanks to the Taiyi Zhuang Gong, Zhang Yao has a very good memory, coupled with the coordination of his limbs and the agility of his hands and feet, he can learn quickly.
Taoist Qingyu stumbled a bit, but before noon, he managed to learn 70% to 80%, which should be enough to make it work.
"good."
Taoist Qingliang looked satisfied and praised:
"Junior Brother Qingxu is extremely talented, and he is very suitable to serve as an errand in our Propaganda Hall."
"Senior Brother Qingliang is so complimentary."
Zhang Yao acted very modestly and felt a little bit regretful.
This senior brother Qingliang is just an ordinary Taoist monk, not the real person in charge of the Hongfa Hall. Otherwise, he might really be able to be mobilized.
"Okay, it's almost time."
Taoist Qingliang waved his hand and signaled:
"Come with me and change your clothes first."
Soon, the two of them followed Qingmei to the apse area of the Hongfa Hall. They put on a brand new bright yellow robe, wore cloud shoes, tied their hair and wore a crown. Their whole person was suddenly different.
It is said that people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold clothing. If the Hongfa Hall has to go down the mountain to perform rituals, appearance is still very important.
"This dress is so beautiful."
The Taoist boy Qing Yu on the side looked at the new robes on his body happily. While he was happy in his heart, he also envied the Taoist boy of Hongfa Hall.
"Let's go."
Taoist Qingliang changed into a cloud pattern robe, wore a lotus crown on his head, cloud socks and green shoes on his feet, and held a plain whisk in his hand. He really looked a bit like an immortal.
The two of them followed Taoist Qingliang, carrying yellow talismans, edicts, magic swords, Chinese watches and other items, and left Qingping Palace and went down the mountain.
"Senior Brother Qingliang..."
Along the way, Taoist Qingyu seemed very excited and kept asking questions.
Taoist Qingliang patiently answered a few questions at first, but soon became impatient and scolded Taoist Qingyu for a few words, causing Taoist Qingyu to shut up obediently.
The three of them followed the mountain road down to Cuiping Mountain and then went north along the loess road. After walking for seven or eight miles, they finally arrived at Sishui Town.
After arriving in Sishui Town, Zhang Yao finally understood why Master Guanlu said this was a good trip.
Mr. Huang from Sishui Town came over after hearing the news and received them warmly. Zhang Yao devoured the roast chicken, roast duck, and soy sauce pork knuckles on the table with great joy.
It’s been several months since I traveled back in time, and I finally had a good meal. It’s not easy!
During the dinner, while the wine was flowing, the steward of the Huang Mansion gave each of them a gift. Taoist Qingliang had an ingot of grained silver, and Zhang Yao and Qing Yu also had a heavy money bag.
"This treatment is incredible!"
Zhang Yao looked at Taoist Qingliang, put the silver pattern into his sleeve without changing his expression, and then put it away with peace of mind.
This is not a reward for doing something, but a small gift in private. It is one of the benefits of Hongfa Hall, and no one pursues this small detail.
"No wonder the Hongfa Hall is the most noble and noble place. Everyone wants to squeeze in with their heads broken..."
Zhang Yao sighed in his heart, and began to envy the treatment of Hongfa Hall.
After the banquet, Mr. Huang and Taoist Qingliang went to the study to discuss the details of the ritual. The housekeeper of the Huang Mansion invited Zhang Yao and Qing Yu to have tea in the side hall next to them.
"If you two young masters need anything, just say hello at any time."
The housekeeper of the Huang Mansion ordered his servants to bring some pastries, and after he apologized, he hurriedly left to arrange other matters.
Zhang Yao took advantage of the time to go to the toilet and secretly opened the wallet to take a look. He found that it contained hundreds of copper coins of good quality, mixed with a little broken silver, which together were worth more than one or two silver coins.
"good."
Zhang Yao shook his head with satisfaction, put the money bag away, and left the toilet to go back.
But on the way back, his ears moved slightly, and he seemed to vaguely hear a small voice coming from not far away:
"... Don't worry, I've already made arrangements, and there won't be any flaws."
"Well, I'm relieved then. We'll still follow the old rules and split it 50-50."
"No problem, this business can continue thanks to all the real people in the palace..."
This was the conversation between Mr. Huang and Taoist Qingliang in the study. Normal people would definitely not be able to hear it, but Zhang Yao's hearing was sharper than ordinary people, so he could barely hear it.
Zhang Yao listened to a few words and was a little confused at first, but soon figured it out and his expression changed slightly.
"Good guy! It turns out that this mountain is haunted..."
He finally understood:
It turns out that several nearby villages and towns in Shili and Baxiang are haunted for no reason. In fact, it is a secret joint effort between Qingping Palace and local wealthy people.
You need to know how to raise money. Although a few big households are taking the lead, basically every household has to contribute some money, and those who have no money have to compensate in other ways.
As the saying goes, every drop makes an ocean. Once there are more people, the amount of money raised will not be a small amount.
"After the ritual, the money of the big families will be returned in full, and the money of the common people will be divided fifty-fifty."
"I've heard about Huang Silang and his like for a long time, but today is the first time I've seen them."
At this moment, Zhang Yao was filled with emotions.
In this world of flowers and flowers, there is no difference between the mountains and the mountains.
He always thought that the Qingping Palace on the mountain was barely a clean place, but in reality? It's actually no different from Yamashita.
"Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago."
In Zhang Yao's heart, thoughts were turning secretly:
"For the sake of a position that governs the real person, there is already an undercurrent in the palace. It has been more than two months and it has not completely subsided."
"It's no wonder that Master Guanlu dismisses the haunting at the foot of the mountain. It seems that he already knows the inside story..."
He calmed down his mood, pretended as if nothing had happened, and returned to the side hall.
A moment later:
Taoist Qingliang came back wearing a robe and a smile on his face. He flicked his fly whisk and said seriously:
"Let's go, open a Dharma altar, suppress evil spirits, pray for blessings and eliminate disasters for the local people!"
