Xuanhuang hesitated for a long time in front of the bookstore that night. He felt that maybe Mr. Chen needed someone who could talk.
But seeing that there was silence all the time in the bookstore, he felt that Mr. Chen might prefer to be alone.
After thinking about it clearly, he didn't stay any longer and returned to the house.
Just as he expected.
When I got up the next day, my husband was sitting under the peach tree reading a book, back to his usual appearance.
Chen Changsheng seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday.
He didn't want these messy things to ruin his mood.
There is a lot of fun in this world, and there is no need to compromise yourself for these things.
The peaches on the trees, the cicadas chirping in the forest, the wells in the temple, and the breeze blowing from Sophora japonica, all of these are so much better.
"Good morning, sir."
Xuan Huang said.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and said with a smile: "Morning."
Xuanhuang nodded in response, and then began his busy day.
In this world, some mortals cultivate immortality and sit like a dead tree, while others cultivate the nature of mind, resting when the sun rises and setting, leisurely and at ease.
Xuanhuang suddenly realized that the gentleman in front of him seemed a little different from before.
The difference is that the charm in Mr.'s body is more intense. When he first met Mr., he could still tell that he was a mortal, but now, at a glance, he felt that Mr. was someone from heaven.
Chen Changsheng read books all morning.
But at noon, guests came to the Taoist temple.
They are pilgrims coming up the mountain.
Chen Changsheng felt that people were coming down the mountain, so he asked: "There are still pilgrims going up the mountain today?"
"Sir, I didn't meet him when he came here before."
Xuanhuang explained: "Pilgrims usually come up the mountain to offer incense on the first or fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. In the past, Mr. Xiang always missed it, so that's why he didn't see it."
There are not many incense in Liuyun Temple, but there are always a few pilgrims in the community. They go up to the mountain to offer incense on the first and fifteenth day of every month. This is the custom of believers.
"Is this so?" Chen Changsheng understood, so he didn't care, lowered his head and continued reading.
Xuanhuang heard his husband ask about the pilgrims, so he walked towards the gate of the temple.
Not surprisingly, there should be pilgrims going up the mountain.
Mr. Chen’s words are definitely not false.
Tong Zhihuan followed his father. He had walked this mountain road countless times. He was already familiar with it. He remembered that when he was very young, there were no stone steps on this mountain. It would be much easier to walk after they were established.
Tong Cai was taking a breath, turned to look at Zhi Huan behind him and said: "Today is different from the past. After entering the temple, you should sincerely kowtow and don't be careless. Do you understand?"
"I know, Dad." Tong Zhihuan replied.
Since he told his father about Mr. Chen the day before yesterday, his father has been talking about it for several days. Firstly, he told him to be respectful when he met Mr. Chen again, and secondly, he told him to go to the Taoist temple outside the mountain on the first day of the new year.
Pay homage to the gods.
Tong Cai raised his head and saw Taoist Master Xuanhuang standing at the gate of the mountain, as if he was waiting there.
Tong Cai stepped forward and said, "Taoist Master Xuanhuang."
Tong Zhihuan also followed his father and lowered his head and said, "I have met Taoist Master Xuanhuang."
Xuanhuang nodded warmly and said, "Father, please follow me into the temple."
Tong Caizheng nodded and walked into the Taoist temple with Tong Zhihuan.
Tong Zhihuan's eyes were attracted by the peach trees planted in the courtyard, and he looked sideways.
Seeing the plump peaches on the tree, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.
But when his eyes suddenly moved downward, he suddenly stopped.
Xuanhuang and Tongcai were walking in front.
Tong Cai stopped, looked at his son who was falling behind him, and said, "Zhihuan, what are you doing standing still?"
He followed Tong Zhihuan's gaze and was suddenly stunned.
I saw a gentleman in green shirt sitting under the tree, holding a book in his hand and reading.
Tong Zhihuan called out: "Mr. Chen..."
Chen Changsheng turned his head, looked at Tong and his son, and said, "Let's go and offer incense first. Chen is here reading, don't worry about me."
Tong Zhihuan opened his lips slightly and looked at his father.
Tong Cai was told by Tong Zhihuan before that this gentleman should be that god.
Completely different from what I saw last time...
Within a few days, this gentleman had a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Tong Caizheng was at a loss for a moment. He didn't know what to call the immortal when he saw him. After some hesitation, he raised his hands and said, "Tong Caizheng, the doctor of Tongji Hall, has met Mr. Chen."
Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Caizheng, smiled warmly and said, "You're welcome, go and offer incense."
Tong Cai paused for a moment and wanted to say something, but when he saw the gentleman say this, he closed his mouth and said to Tong Zhihuan behind him: "Tong will talk to the gentleman after you offer the incense."
"Um."
The Tong family's father and son followed Xuanhuang into the temple.
Xuanhuang asked: "Does the layman know Mr. Chen?"
Tong Cai Zhengdao: "Xiao'er and Mr. Chen have met several times."
Xuanhuang glanced at Tong Zhihuan and said with a half-smile, "Young Master is very blessed."
Tong Cai was startled when he heard this.
"Taoist Master Xuanhuang means..."
"Don't say it, don't say it."
Tong Cai's throat was rolling, and he couldn't recover for a while.
It seems that Zhihuan did not tell lies.
That gentleman is really...
The two of them offered incense in the temple to pay their respects, and Tong Zhihuan was particularly serious this time.
In previous years, my father only brought him to Liuyun Temple once a year. At the beginning of the year, if it hadn't been for my husband, he wouldn't be here today.
Tong Zhihan felt a little surprised. He never expected to meet Mr. Chen here.
"Taoist Master, has Mr. Chen been here all along?" Tong Zhihuan asked.
Xuanhuang shook his head and said, "Sir, I only occasionally stay overnight in the mountains."
Tong Zhihuan nodded to show his understanding, and then kowtowed to the statue above his head.
The aroma of incense filled the entire Taoist temple.
After three prayers, Tong Caizheng chatted with Taoist Priest Xuanhuang for a while, and then the father and son went to the courtyard to find Mr. Chen.
Tong Caizheng hesitated for a moment, then led Tong Zhihuan forward and came to the foot of the peach tree.
Chen Changsheng closed the book, looked at Tong Caizheng, and said, "Doctor Tong, we just met two days ago, please sit down."
Tong Cai was sitting down.
Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Zhihuan again and said, "Sit down too."
"Can I sit down?" Tong Zhihuan seemed hesitant.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "What's wrong with that?"
Tong Zhihua was a little happy, so he sat down.
Tong Caizheng said: "Years ago, when I was young and ignorant, I offended Mr. Chen. Fortunately, Mr. Chen was generous and didn't care about it. Tong thanked Mr. Chen for not taking matters into account."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said: "Doctor Tong is serious. Chen is very easy-going many times and does not get entangled in such trivial matters. On the contrary, this child is very talented and has an innocent heart, which is very commendable."
Tong Zhihuan was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "Sir, you praised me, but actually... I'm not as good as your teacher said."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "You and I are destined."