Chapter 27 Open the mountain gate, the successor will be determined
Chapter 27: Waiting for the mountain gate, the future is decided (please vote for recommendation) It was still a seemingly ordinary morning. I had my morning meal and carried the pole and bucket down the mountain stream.
Lying on the rocks next to the stream, watching the sun rise, and then taking out two handfuls of millet to feed the fallen birds, it seemed to be no different from the past few years. If there was any difference, it was that there was someone standing quietly next to him.
A naive and strong black boy. Although this stupid boy kept silent, his hot gaze still scared the birds that were eating when they landed on the rocks, and they all flew away.[]
The Taoist idiot rolled his eyes at the foodie angrily, and blinked his tiger-headed eyes, his face full of innocence.
This expression meant something like that, and the corners of Dao Chi's mouth twitched involuntarily.
After dressing up the bucket, the Taoist idiot began to carry water up the mountain. The sound of "bang bang" sounded behind him. The tiger's head waved the iron rod and hammer, and began to knock stones in the stream again...
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Knowing that the patriarch would take Wang Qinghong up the mountain today, Dao Chi compared it with yesterday and estimated the time. After carrying the third load of water, he did not go back down the mountain. Instead, he washed and changed his clothes and went to the meditation room.
The old monk sat with his eyes closed, beating the wooden fish with his hands, his lips moving slightly, and he didn't know what sutra he was reciting.
The Taoist idiot sat on the futon opposite the old monk and looked at the old monk. In order to avoid being restrained, he took the initiative to mention the matter of succession. He would not feel the slightest guilt about the so-called biological father and legitimate mother. He was just an outsider.
This shell is just a place to live, and the so-called family relationship between flesh and blood is just a cloud to him.
But he couldn't ignore the old monk's mood. After eight years of getting along with him, he had already regarded the old monk as a relative. The old monk had a completely different view of the twelve rooms...
The Taoist idiot felt that he was so bad. While he felt guilty towards the old monk, he unscrupulously enjoyed the old monk's indulgence and love for him.
Dao Chi was lost in thought when the old monk opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Child, what a fool!"
There was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, only compassion. The Taoist's heart suddenly calmed down.
Faintly, the sound of Yun Ban came, a guest was arriving...
With the sound of "squeaking", Dao Chi pushed open the wooden door.
Sanlang supported Mrs. Wang, and when he saw Taoist Chi, a bright smile appeared on his face. Wang Qinghong stood on the left side of Old Mrs. Wang, looking at Taoist Chi who had resumed his monk's attire, with a gloomy expression.
The Taoist idiot is also a little awkward. His identity has been revealed. When facing his relatives and elders, he can no longer use Buddhist etiquette. However, this dress does not match the meeting of lay people. After all, he has never been rude. He called people with his mouth and bowed with his hands.
The greetings were made.
Wang Qinghong just said "hmm", but Mrs. Wang directly held Dao Chi's arm and said with a smile: "Good boy, get up quickly."
Wang Sanlang couldn't help calling out in a low voice: "Silang, Silang..."
The Taoist idiot smiled and greeted Wang Sanlang, and then said to Mrs. Wang and Wang Qinghong: "Uncle and the master, come in, the master is already waiting..."
Old Master Wang turned his head and glanced at Wang Qinghong. His smile immediately became much lighter. He nodded to the Taoist idiot and said: "Okay, go in quickly, don't make Master wait..."
Wang Qinghong glanced at Dao Chi, and he really couldn't guess whether he would be reprimanded next. It was not because he was afraid that the old monk would get angry, but because he felt it was too embarrassing to be reprimanded in front of the patriarch and his son.
Wang Sanlang didn't have the slightest curiosity about the surrounding halls. All his thoughts were on Daoist. Looking at the old and stale coarse cloth monk's clothes on Daoist, Wang Sanlang felt that it was very annoying. He couldn't help but lower his head and take a look.
The Lu silk on his body was straight, and the look in his eyes immediately dimmed a bit.
He didn't dare to look at the Taoist idiot anymore, so he looked around, but the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt. Maybe it was a good mountain temple back then, but more than a hundred years have passed, and what is left is said to be "vicissitudes of life". To put it bluntly, it is
"Ruined".
This is where Shiro was fostered for ten years?!
Wang Sanlang felt his face was hot, and he swallowed all the words of comfort that he had thought of.
At this moment, everyone had already walked outside the Zen room.
The Taoist Chi asked the three of them to wait outside the Zen room for a while, and then went into the room to report.
I heard that in addition to the patriarch and Wang Qinghong, there was also Wang Sanlang waiting at the outer door. The old monk gave Dao Chi a look of helplessness and said angrily: "It's up to you!"
Not really annoyed, Dao Chi curled his lips and went out to usher the three of them into the meditation room.
The old monk looked at the crowd, his eyes paused on Wang Sanlang, and then he looked back.
Mrs. Wang pushed away Wang Sanlang's hand, walked forward and said: "Master, Qinghong and Sanlang are here." After saying that, he turned back to Sanlang and said: "This is the first time for Sanlang to see the elder, so I want to salute you..."
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When Wang Sanlang heard this, he couldn't help but be a little stunned. The so-called "big ceremony" is the ceremony of "looking at the head", which is mostly the ceremony performed by ministers to kings, sons to fathers, and to ancestors' tablets during sacrifices. Granduncle asked himself to perform a big ceremony?
Wang Qinghong, who was standing by, frowned a little. Last time, he respected the patriarch's order and performed the "head-offering" ceremony in front of Wang's father's soul. Firstly, because the other party was kind to his late father; secondly, the deceased was a big one, so there was no need to worry too much.
.Now, why did the clan leader ask Sanlang to perform a grand ceremony again?
Wang Sanlang didn't move, and the atmosphere in the room was a little depressed. Dao Chi picked up a futon and placed it in front of Wang Sanlang. Wang Sanlang woke up, his face flushed, he looked at Dao Chi with a hint of gratitude, and took a step forward.
He knelt down on the futon and performed the ritual of "looking at his head".
The old monk just nodded and told Dao Chi: "I have something to say with these two benefactors. Please take this little benefactor out first."
Dao Chi responded, motioned for Shiro to follow, and the two of them exited the Zen room.
A little further away from the Zen room, Wang Sanlang whispered: "Which elder is this? How come I haven't heard of any elders in the clan becoming a monk?"
It was already 10 o'clock in the morning. Dao Chi looked up at the sky. The sun was blazing in the sky. It was not the place to talk outside. He signaled Wang Sanlang to follow him into the west wing of the studio.
It's not that he didn't let Wang Sanlang go to the Dongzhai Room where he lived when he saw others, but the Dongzhai Room was not only a living room but also a study room, and there were some things that Wang Sanlang was not allowed to see.
There are four fasting rooms on the left and right sides of this courtyard. Dao Chi lives in the northeast one. Dao Chi went up the mountain to live in the southeast one this time. The two fasting rooms on the west side are empty. However, there are chairs and tables inside, and they are cleaned frequently, so it can be used
Treat guests directly.
Dao Chi did not answer Wang Sanlang's words, but asked him to sit down for a moment while he went to the kitchen to serve tea.
When he saw the tea cup, he remembered that some people in the Zen room had not served tea yet. But now he went to interrupt, it was too indifferent, and the Taoist idiot came out with the tea tray.
Wang Sanlang no longer had the anxiety he had just now. He thanked Dao Chi with a smile and took the tea from his hand.
On a hot day, when his mouth felt dry, Wang Sanlang picked up the tea cup and realized that the tea was herbal tea. A closer look showed that the tea soup was clear, with only one or two leaves floating in the water. He looked at it and his mouth was filled with saliva. He picked it up and took a big sip.
, then his expression changed drastically, and he almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
He frowned and swallowed hard, saying: "What kind of tea is this? It tastes so bitter?"
The Taoist idiot asked: "Is it just bitter? I remembered to put rock sugar in it?"
Wang Sanlang took another small sip of tea, tasted it and said, "It has a hint of sweetness, but the tea is really too bitter, suppressing all the sweetness."
The Taoist idiot said: "This is Kudingcha. Eat it once in a while. Have a taste of it. Does it have a unique flavor?"
Wang Sanlang nodded and said: "That's enough experience. Does Shiro still have this? Give me some and let my elder sister have a taste when you go back."
Dao Chi smiled and said: "It's just a product from the mountains and wild places, how can it be so expensive? If the third brother wants it, I will pack a bag for him when I leave later. But this thing is cold in nature, so it is not easy to use it for many purposes."
When Wang Sanlang mentioned the word "when leaving", he started to droop his head. His grandmother at home never let go, and his father came with anger and no intention of taking him back.
"How's the big exam in Zongxue?" asked the Taoist Chi.
Wang Sanlang said: "I took the exam, and my great-uncle was there in person. There were many people who did well in the exam, but no one who was good at studying wanted to join the palace as a reading companion. He was not talented enough, so he took the initiative to sign up and wanted to be a reading companion. My great-uncle was one of the first to take the exam.
They were all rejected again. There was nothing that could be done about it. The Wang family was not the only one who selected a son from among the gentry to be sent as a companion to the prince's palace. Once inside, there would inevitably be a fight. If the son sent in was too clumsy, he would be thrown into a trap.
It’s also the face of the Wang family…”
Dao Chi couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief. They all said that people become better with age, and this statement was indeed true. If the old patriarch directly arranged for him to occupy a place in the prince's palace, I don't know what the clan would think of it.
With this big test and critical thinking, the enthusiasm of the clan members has been almost destroyed, and then it is not offensive to introduce a Taoist idiot who is "honest and does not cause trouble and does not lose his intelligence".
While the two were talking, they heard movement in the yard.
The Taoist idiot lifted the curtain and found that Mrs. Wang and Wang Qinghong had come out of the Zen room.
Old Mrs. Wang is still the same, Wang Qinghong's face is pale, and his eyes looking at the Taoist idiot are unpredictable...