The toughest man in the city

Chapter 399

Taihang Mountain is not a simple mountain, but a mountain range stretching over many provinces.

There are countless myths and martial arts stories about this place.

The most well-known of these is probably where the Taoist temple is located in Wudang Mountain.

Li Xiao had never been to this place. He just imagined it based on the various martial arts novels and TV series he had seen before. He felt that there must be Taoist masters everywhere here, wearing Taoist robes and carrying a long sword, finding an open place to practice Tai Chi. .

It is not unusual for a Taoist priest to appear on Wudang Mountain, but it would be rare for a monk to appear.

If the monk was accompanied by two beauties, one big and one small, it would be even more unbearable to think about.

Fortunately, there are not many people who can see such a wonderful scene.

If tourists in the scenic area saw what that little beauty looked like, they would exclaim "Chen Jiuge, a big star", causing quite a commotion.

Therefore, in order to avoid troubles, wherever Chen Jiuge and his adoptive mother Fu Qingcheng went, a sign saying "Tourists are not allowed" would be erected far away.

In the quiet mountain Taoist temple, a special area has been opened up on the flat ground of the Martial Arts Field compound, and there are many stone tablets, most of which are engraved with the words "filial sons and virtuous daughters, grateful for the ancestors".

Like a curious baby, Chen Jiuge walked around the steles to read the characters.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple in the distance, Fu Qingcheng knelt on the futon and kowtowed reverently to the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty.

On the other side of the futon, Master Kongkong, an old monk, clasped his hands together, shouted the Buddha's name, and sighed: "Almsgiver Fu, this is already the third day. Taoist Zhang doesn't want to see you. It's useless no matter how long you kneel."

"Master, I just want to erect a monument to my dead son. Can this wish not come true?"

At this moment, Fu Qingcheng did not appear to be domineering at all.

Here, she is an ordinary woman, an ordinary person who has appeals to the gods and hopes that her wishes can be fulfilled.

More than 20 years ago, Fu Qingcheng's biological son was killed in infancy, and she didn't even see him for the last time.

This matter has become her obsession.

I don't know where I heard that erecting a monument in this Taoist temple can get the dream of the dead, see the dead alive in another world, and relieve the heartache.

So in these years, almost every time around the death date of his son, he would come here.

Under normal circumstances, it is nothing difficult to spend money to erect a monument.

But who made Fu Qingcheng do something wrong and complicate what was originally a simple matter.

I still remember the first time I came here, just as Fu Qingcheng made her request, she was rejected by that Daoist Zhang on the grounds that there was no open space in the inscription area.

The arrogant woman sneered, isn't it just an open space? If there isn't one, then open up more. There aren't many things she wants to do that Qingcheng can't do.

At that time, with a random wave of his hand, someone knocked off a few bluestone slabs in the Taoist courtyard.

Who could have imagined that the moment the stone slab was lifted and cracked, the bell in the Taoist temple exploded, causing Fu Qingcheng to faint with dizziness and tinnitus.Being sent down the mountain in a hurry, for a full seven days, every night in my dreams, I was carrying a few bluestone slabs on my back, and I was getting thinner and thinner, almost dying like this inexplicably.

In the end, it was her ex-husband Li Linchuan who hiked up the mountain with her on his back and begged for a day and a night in front of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty before Zhang Daochang came forward and left a word.

"Don't come here again."

As soon as the voice fell, the bell rang again, and Fu Qingcheng narrowly escaped death.

According to the rhythm of normal people, he would definitely not come here again, so as not to offend the gods again.

But is Fu Qingcheng a normal person?

That special experience made her more and more convinced that this Taoist temple was worthy of its name. As long as she erected a monument for her dead son, she could see him entrusting her with dreams.To see her son not dead, but alive and growing up in another world.

Thus, there was the matter of Fu Qingcheng coming here every year, begging for a monument to be erected.

But Daoist Zhang is also an expert at any rate. Without further ado, you lifted the bluestone slabs in the yard, and made such a small place in the whole yard, like a scar. You still want to expect others to give you work?

No matter how much money you spend.

Year after year, I am disappointed every year, and I still insist on it.

Finally, this time, Fu Qingcheng asked Master Kongkong to act as a middleman, trying to resolve the conflict between her and Daoist Zhang.

But the result, it seems not very good.

Zhang Laodao still didn't want to see her.

It is also quite uncomfortable for Master Kongkong to be the middleman.

"Hey, benefactor, I'll talk about it for you at the end. It depends on God's will to succeed or not."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, turned and walked towards the back hall.

Not too far away, you can see an old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the futon, and said: "Master Kongkong, I didn't mean to embarrass anyone, you can't erect monuments for living people, don't you understand?"

"Shh!"

The old monk raised his hand and put his finger on his mouth, making a gesture of silencing his voice. He didn't look like an expert at all. He hurried to the front and lowered his voice.

"Old Taoist Zhang, you can't keep your voice down. You dare to say such things that reveal the secrets of heaven. Do you know the consequences?"

When these words came out, Taoist Zhang was also angry.

"You know it's leaking secrets, so what does it mean to bring people here on your own initiative? She comes every year, and every time she comes, it's only half a month, which makes me unable to meditate for several months, and I can't wait to move. I feel bad ah?"

"You don't feel good, and I don't feel good either. If I don't bring her to you, she will go to me. Don't I want to be clean?"

"It's better for you to be unclean than for me to be unclean. Take him away quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."

"You're welcome to give it a try."

Master Kongkong stared fiercely.

Zhang Daochang got angry, turned over and jumped off the futon, rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to do something big.

It is hard to imagine that these two worldly masters are no different from street gangsters in private.

Master Kongkong certainly couldn't give up. He raised his hand and grabbed the neckline, wanting to take off the monk's robe and compete.

A big battle was about to break out, and suddenly there was a clang.

At the back door, a certain little Taoist stared wide-eyed in astonishment, probably because he was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he didn't even hold anything in his hand.

Zhang Daochang's face froze, and he turned his head and sat back on the futon.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate."

Master Kongkong hastily adjusted his robes: "Amitabha."

The two looked at the back door in unison. The poor little Taoist shuddered and ran away.

The room became quiet, and I don't know how long it took, Master Kong Kong raised his eyebrows: "Old Taoist Zhang, why don't you erect a monument for her, maybe something good will happen."

"Maybe, maybe, once I meet their family, everything will be uncertain. I don't know where my Taoist practice has gone over the years. Okay, just try to calm down."

With a long sigh, Daoist Zhang got up and walked out.

To erect a monument to a living person, God knows what the result will be.

(End of this chapter)