Chapter 85: I Went To The West Mountain (Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 85 I heard that the Taoist idiot who has passed away went to Xishan (please give me your monthly ticket)
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It seems unexpected, but also seems to be expected.
When he saw the solemn-faced Old Mrs. Wang and no one else in Old Mrs. Wang's house, Dao Chi's heart sank.
Dao Chi thought he could face all this calmly, but the moment he heard the news, he couldn't help but lose his composure. He just felt that his mind was empty and his body was limp. He pressed the handle of the chair with both hands and never slipped from the chair.
Go down.
"My eyes are clear and straight, and there seems to be something different about Chi'er..."
This was the first thing the old monk said when he saw him for the first time.
The old monk's eyes were kind, filled with wisdom that understood the world.
At that moment, the Taoist idiot was extremely panicked.
He felt as if he had been seen through. He did not expect that when he was reborn after death, he would see an old man and a bald monk in a temple.
He originally dismissed the talk of ghosts and gods. However, he was also confused when he was reborn in a little child.
Am I considered a lonely ghost? Will the old monk see through his identity and want to catch ghosts? Will he be regarded as a monster and burn him to death? He quickly closed his eyes to cover the fear in his eyes.
The old monk's big withered hands were stroking the top of his head, and there was a faint smile in his voice when he spoke: "Guangde, since the idiot has awakened, I will teach him how to speak from tomorrow..."
So far, Xishan Temple has remained calm, except for the loss of a demented boy and the addition of a bald little monk who is babbling.
The old monk must have noticed that he was different a long time ago, but he never explored it. Only when he was a little older, he began to teach him personally, and the courses he arranged seemed to be various.
Monk, Taoist, and Confucianism were involved in all three religions.
Only when the old monk lectured him on history at the end did the Taoist idiot realize that the old monk should be looking at those people before him. The Taoist idiot had no doubt that if he behaved toward Buddha and Taoism, the old monk would definitely teach a young man.
A senior monk or a young Taoist priest comes out.
Even the Taoist idiot also discovered that when he showed interest in historical intrigues, the old monk in Gujing Wubo seemed to have a second spring.
The old monk often looked at him, wondering what he was thinking or missing.
Later, the Taoist idiot began to study "Six Volumes of Moushu"...
When he came down the mountain, only a few chapters of the "Little Man's Classic" were left in the "Six Volumes of Moushu". When he returned to the mountain later, the old monk had finished the following.
When he finished speaking, the old monk seemed to feel relaxed.
When the Taoist idiot exited the meditation room, he heard the old monk muttering to himself in an inaudible voice: "What a pity..."
The Taoist idiot knows what the old monk is regretting. The old monk is regretting that the present is a peaceful and prosperous age. In peaceful and prosperous times, learning the art of strategy is just easier in the officialdom; only in troubled times can heroes be created.
The reason why the old monk went to Nanchang Mansion in person was because he still didn't give up. He wanted to see if Prince Ning had any chance to disrupt the world.
How much can an inland vassal king accomplish with a guard that has not been in office for a few years and is guarded by the court?
The so-called "Nanchang has the spirit of an emperor" is more like a joke. Of course, it turned out to be disappointing, so I just said that I went to see the excitement...
Just as the old monk was observing him silently, he was also observing the old monk silently.
Unknowingly, Dao Chi had tears streaming down his face.
Old Mrs. Wang sighed and said: "Good boy, don't be sad. Master is old and died without any illness. He did not suffer any sin."
"...When did you leave?" Dao Chi lowered his head and asked.
Mrs. Wang said: "On the night of July 14th, the day before the Ghost Festival."
Dao Chi wiped it on his face. It was July 14th, three days after he and Wang Qi left Xishan Temple and returned to the palace.
At that time, I saw that the old monk was in good condition except for being a little dull. I was afraid that he was at the end of his life.
But I didn't realize whether I should blame myself for being stupid or blame the old monk for being cruel.
Before the old monk died, he wrote two handwritten letters, one to Mrs. Wang and the other to Dao Chi.
In the handwritten note written by the old monk to Mrs. Wang, his last words were that cremation would not be a mourning ceremony, and there would be no funeral ceremony, so there was no need to inform Dao Chi for the time being. Hutou could stay in Xishan Temple temporarily until Dao Chi passed away.
"The servant who delivered the message could not enter the city at night. I got the news the next morning. So I respected the master's order and took your uncle Hong to attend the wedding. I wanted to go to the palace to pick you up, but I couldn't break it.
I have postponed telling you about Grand Master’s will until now.” Old Mrs. Wang took a long breath and said
Dao Chi stroked his forehead and tears fell again.
The old monk really understood him. Compared with the news that he only knew and received later, it was even more painful for him to watch the old monk's body being cremated.
But does the old monk know that no matter how he loses his faith, the Taoist idiot will regret it.
That deserted Xishan Temple, that deserted Zen room. Since the Taoist idiot has inherited the upbringing of the old monk, he should not let the old monk leave in such a deserted way.
He did not ask pretentiously where the old monk's ashes were and where the cemetery was built. Because he had long known that the old monk was a "dead man".
Even for dead people, of course there is already a cemetery, so why do we need to prepare a new one?
The Taoist idiot stood up and said: "Uncle, Erlang wants to go to Xishan Temple and recite sutras for the great master several times..."
Old Master Wang knew that the Taoist idiot had a close relationship with the old monk, so he said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just go and stay for a few days, and use the same method to measure the carriage. The boy Hutou has also been waiting for you for a long time. His family wants to take him down the mountain.
He refused and just said that he was waiting for you to pick him up. I will send someone to talk to your grandmother."
"Yes." Dao Chi lowered his head in response, took the suicide note left to him by the old monk from the hands of Mrs. Wang, and came out of the clan room.
"You go home. I am chanting sutras in Xishan these days. You should take more care of me here at home. If something happens and you are not in a hurry, you can ask the Third Young Master of the Twelfth House for help. If it is urgent, go out of the city to find me." Dao Chi ordered.
Jingzhe said.
Jingzhe came with him just now, but did not go to see Mrs. Wang. She didn't know what happened and was very confused.
Dao Chi ordered this, obviously not in the mood to say more. He opened the curtain of the carriage and saw Wang Qi sitting inside wearing plain clothes and holding a large suitcase in his hand.
Seeing that Dao Chi's expression was dull and his eyes were red, Wang Qi swallowed the words of comfort that he had prepared in his mouth. He just sat there quietly with a worried look on his face. He was afraid that Dao Chi would force him out of the car, so he held up the carriage and said:
"Don't talk about brother. I won't get off the car even if I'm beaten to death... The house is too noisy. I want to clean up with Erlang for two days..."
Dao Chi paused and still chose to get on the carriage.
Wang Qi breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "I heard from my grandfather that my master is turning ninety this year. It is considered a joy and a funeral if he is left out. Erlang, don't be too sad, otherwise your master will be uneasy when he is gone."
"Yeah." Dao Chi responded and closed his eyes.
Along the way, the Taoist idiot didn't even open his eyes.
Although Wang Qi usually was a talker, at this time he was obedient and did not disturb Dao Chi. However, when he looked at Dao Chi, there was a bit of sadness in his eyes.
Erlang has no parents and was raised by an old monk. In his heart, the old monk is his parent, right? Just like him, as an orphan, he is extremely dependent on the wet nurse who took care of him.
When his wet nurse died of a serious illness, his heart felt as if the sky had collapsed. Even if his grandparents were with him, it was different. Is Erlang's mood at this moment the same as he was back then?
Amidst the "beep" and "beep" sounds of the rut, the carriage finally arrived at the foot of the Western Mountain.
Wang Qi followed Dao Chi out of the carriage. Wang Qi thought for a while and told the coachman: "You go back to the city first, and come back to pick you up in seven days..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the cry of "wuwu" coming from far to near.
A tall and strong young man rushed down from the path up and down, ran directly to Dao Chi, and hugged his arm fiercely: "Dead... Wow... I won't come... Wow... I'm afraid..."
Big tears rolled down her face, and her face was full of grievances.
This loud voice was so startling that the birds in the forest flew up and down, and the gelding pulling the cart kept digging at the ground with its hooves.
Wang Qi rubbed his ears and felt a buzzing sound in his head.
Many people say he has a loud voice, but now he has seen what a real loud voice is.
Looking at such a frightened tiger head, Dao Chi's eyes were filled with soreness, and he said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm late..."
Listening to him speak, Hu Tou sobbed, raised his head, and slowly shook his head: "Cowardly... Hu Tou..."
Although his face still showed grievance, he was not angry or resentful at all. It took so long for Dao Chi to go up the mountain again, and he was indeed aggrieved. However, he didn't think Dao Chi had done anything wrong. Instead, he felt that he was too timid.
This child is like this, he can always feel the likes and dislikes of others most directly, and then wholeheartedly trust those who treat him well.
Hutou could feel that Dao Chi was kind to him, and also noticed the other person's guilt, so he comforted Dao Chi in turn.
Is this coquettishness, coquettishness, or coquettishness?
Wang Qi was standing by, pulling his hair as he watched.
Although I had known that Hu Tou had the mind of a child, the last time we spent two days together, his reaction was just slower and his words were more awkward. Now his true feelings are revealed, and he is no different from his elder cousin's nephew. But his little nephew, this year
Only three and a half years old.
A four- or five-year-old child has the cunningness of a child and can reason with it; how can a three-year-old child understand right and wrong?
He recommended such a tiger head to the Crown Prince, and was treated as a stranger by the Crown Prince, who asked the "corporal courtesy gentleman" to come and invite him in person. He couldn't imagine that if the Crown Prince saw the tiger head now, would he think that he was playing tricks on him again?
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The Taoist idiot's eyes became softer and softer, and he said: "I'm here to pick you up. After reciting sutras to the old monk, I will take you down the mountain..."
The tiger head's eyes were shining, and he nodded slowly, with tears on his face, but the corners of his mouth were still slowly curved, and the joy in his heart was clearly expressed on his face.
Wang Qi saw that the tiger head was just a crooked idiot, and did not even look at himself. He felt disgusted, scratched his face, and said to the tiger head: "Crying and laughing, the kitten is peeing, so embarrassed!"
Tiger tilted his head and looked at Wang Qi with a confused look on his face, as if he didn't know what he was talking about...