The Plow

The door swung open!

Only he didn't push it away.

It was opened from the inside.

Lao Yuan who opened the door was surprised.

"Why did Layman Song come here?"

Mr. Song glanced away from the corner of his eye.

The statue of Laojun, the boy in front of the seat, and a coffin placed on the stone platform.

There is also Yuan Daochang who looks thirty or forty at first glance, but fifty or sixty at a closer look.

"I heard that the Taoist priest is doing things here and praying for the old lady. I wonder if I'm disturbing you?"

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

Lao Yuan Fuchen swept away, almost throwing the opponent's face.

"If Layman Song doesn't know, it's not a crime. It doesn't matter if you don't want to disturb. You are clearly accompanying Layman Song. Why do you knowingly commit a crime and don't speak out to dissuade you? I know that you are usually lazy and don't take what you say as a teacher to heart. I am also so impolite in front of you. I will punish you to cut firewood and carry water immediately. If you cut two loads of firewood, you will need ten buckets of water. I want to check, it doesn't count if I'm sloppy!"

Ling Shu: ...

Although he knew that the other party was criticizing Sang Huai, he suspected that Lao Yuan was taking the opportunity to retaliate against him.

Ha ha.

Acting, who can't?

"Master!"

There was a mournful cry, not only did Lao Yuan get goosebumps, but even Mr. Song was startled.

I saw Ling Shu kneeling on the ground with a plop.

"It's all right if you ask me to copy the scriptures. My apprentice will silently pray for your old man while writing, but carrying ten buckets of water will cost my life! If my legs are crippled, how can I serve you in the future?" You are an old man, master!"

After that, he began to kowtow.

The bluestone slabs slammed.

Is this too much work?

Lao Yuan quickly realized that he was unwilling to be seconded.

"You villain, it's fine to be lazy and slippery on weekdays, and you are even more disobedient to discipline. I shouldn't have taken you in that day, and let you starve to death in the wilderness. Now you eat, live, clothes, and travel in this Guanyin Temple. The wings are stiff!"

He pointed at Ling Shu and took two steps back, his index finger trembling slightly, his face full of shock and anger.

From Ling Shu's point of view, this attitude was a bit exaggerated, and it was far less comfortable than him.

"Master, don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't talk back to you! Just now Mr. Song said that he wanted to take me away, but my disciples refused. The disciples have shown filial piety to you, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other." , Bodhisattvas can learn from it, even the old lady lying in it! Master, I’m going to chop firewood and fetch water right now, calm down and don’t drive me away!”

Ling Shu whimpered, raised his head, his forehead was red and swollen, one could imagine how fiercely he kowtowed just now.

Lao Yuan secretly felt that he was at a disadvantage, sighed on his face, and stroked his head.

"Get up, stop messing around in the future."

He turned to Mr. Song again: "Layman Song, there is only such an apprentice under Pindao's knees. He has a stubborn temper and is hard to carve out. But I have no children and I will count on him to die for me in a hundred years. You are a noble person, and there are many talents around you. Just beckon, and please let me, a wretch, stay by Pindao's side!"

Mr. Song: ...

What he said just now was mostly probing. After seeing the hysterical scene just now, he had already stopped thinking. He was afraid that he would not be able to train a person with such a fierce temper after he brought them back, and would cause trouble for himself instead.

"Gentlemen don't take what others like. Daoist Yuan is overwhelmed. I just came here to see the Taoist priest and pray for blessings. I will gain insight. Daoist priests can continue when they grow up. Don't pay attention to me."

Old Yuan solemnly nodded: "Having prayed for blessings, Layman Song came here. It is God's will. The Bodhisattva must have felt that Mrs. Jin was kind and generous in life, which is worthy of blessing. Let me read the scriptures a few more times and pray for her a few more times. Layman Song It’s okay to watch, but please keep quiet.”

After finishing speaking, he went back to the futon in front of the coffin and sat down, picked up the chime on the ground, and chanted words, and from time to time the chime would ring gold.

Mr. Song stood behind Lao Yuan, quite close, but he couldn't hear what Lao Yuan was reading.

But he forced his way in, originally not to listen to Lao Yuan praying for blessings.

The drunkard doesn't mean wine.

Mr. Song walked slowly around the side hall.

The incense is curling up, quiet and inaction.

Laojun's portrait has aged, the paint has fallen off, and it is bleak and mottled.

There are new and old pasted paper on doors and windows, and the old ones are almost cracked and precarious.

Further up, there are spider webs knotted across the corners of the eaves, and Mr. Song seems to have seen a huge centipede jumping past the wall.

He wasn't interested in any of these, but he walked slowly, occasionally setting his sights on Lao Yuan.

The latter's eyes were closed tightly, as if he didn't pay attention, he was still muttering something.

Mr. Song soon became bored.

He quietly left the side hall and looked around for the missing little Taoist priest.

Soon, the little Taoist appeared in his sight with a chicken leg in his mouth.

Seeing Mr. Song staring at him, Ling Shu hastily pulled out the chicken leg from his mouth and smiled at him.

"Does Layman Song want to eat? This is the only one left. I stole it in the kitchen. How about we share half of it?"

While talking, he was still reluctant to part, his eyes were almost glued to the chicken legs.

Mr. Song: "...No need, you can eat by yourself."

Why did he feel that this person was a little clever just now, maybe his own driver is more reliable than this little Taoist priest.

Ling Shu actually went to find Yue Dingtang.

It doesn't matter if the surname Song doesn't trust Deputy Mayor Jin or becomes suspicious of them, so after repeated testing, it will always be a threat to them. Yue Dingtang, who looks like a servant, will only become more suspicious.

So Ling Shu tried to find an opportunity to inform Yue Dingtang, telling him not to show up, to hide as much as possible, and not to meet Mr. Song.

Unexpectedly, after searching all over the toilet in the firewood room, there was no trace of Yue Dingtang.

He muttered to himself, and ran into Mr. Song who was wandering around head-on. Fortunately, he had chicken legs in his hand to make up for it.

I don't know if he got nothing, but Song finally calmed down and walked to the main hall to chat with Deputy Mayor Jin.

Deputy Mayor Jin may not be good at everything, but he knows a little bit about everything. It is not difficult to keep Mr. Song. The chat lasted until the afternoon.

Ling Shu hurriedly brought over two bowls of porridge, two salted duck eggs, and two mustard pancakes.

"The small temple is shabby, and the duck eggs were bought down the mountain yesterday, please don't dislike them."

"When you're away from home, you can do what you want." Deputy Mayor Jin smiled, but he didn't mind.

Mr. Song knew from the moment he entered the door that the Guanyin Temple was so poor that there was no way he could have anything good to eat, but he was so hungry right now that he couldn't care less, so he picked up his chopsticks and started pawing.

That old Yuan finally arrived late.

"Jin Layman, the old lady's blessing ceremony has been done. Disciple, you go and call the eight people up, and prepare to carry the coffin down the mountain."

Deputy Mayor Jin put down the bowl and chopsticks and cupped his hands in thanks.

The two exchanged polite greetings, and skipped mentioning it.

At the end of the day, Mr. Song failed to achieve anything and wasted his time. He was a little gloomy, and even his face was not very good-looking.

After Ling Shu called the eight people up, he watched Deputy Mayor Jin and his party go down the mountain with Lao Yuan, and he was relieved to see that everything was the same.

"Eat and eat. I saw them eating salted duck eggs just now. I was hungry. Fortunately, you prepared a jar in the cellar. Otherwise, I would be reluctant to give them to eat."

Old Yuan rolled his eyes at him: "Disciple, go and feed me!"

Ling Shu: "Fuck you, where is Lao Yue, why is there no one around all day long?"

Old Yuan: "I went to hide in the secret path."

Ling Shu: "I'm still smart, cautious, and leak-proof."

Old Yuan sneered: "Turn your elbows out!"

Ling Shu didn't bother to talk to him: "I'll call Lao Yue to come up for dinner."

He had just left at this end, but Mr. Song actually left and returned at the other end.

The temple door was open, and he stepped in.

Old Yuan's eyes widened, and before he could stop him, he hurried forward.

"Why is Layman Song back?"

Mr. Song said: "I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring my pocket watch. Maybe it was lost somewhere. Come back and look for it."

Old Yuan said: "Pindao will take you to find it."

Mr. Song waved his hand: "No need, I know this place well."

After all, without waiting for Lao Yuan's reaction, he walked directly towards the side hall.

Lao Yuan broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

"Layman Song!"

Later, if the other party bumps into Ling Shu leading people out from behind Luo Han, it will be a great joy.

Mr. Song's pace was so fast that he broke into the Arhat Hall before Lao Yuan had a chance to stop him.

There was no one inside.

Lao Yuan almost scared Bai Maohan out, so he had to pray that Lingshu and the others heard the movement here, and held back not to come out.

Mr. Song looked around carefully.

"I haven't left my pocket watch here, I'll look for it elsewhere."

He went to the woodshed again.

Ling Shu was squatting at the door peeling duck eggs to eat, and was surprised when he saw this.

"Why are you back?"

Before Mr. Song could speak, he saw Ling Shu's expression brightened.

"Could it be that you think I'm handsome and smart, and you came here specially to ask my master for someone?"

The corner of Mr. Song's mouth twitched: "No, you think too much, I'll come back to find something."

Ling Shu approached attentively: "Let me help you, what are you looking for?"

A pair of oily hands that had just touched the duck egg were about to rub against Mr. Song.

The latter quickly took a big step back.

"Don't come here!"

Ling Shu looked down at his hands, suddenly, he casually wiped off the oil stains on the Taoist robe, and then grinned at the other party.

"Don't worry, I'm cute and clean!"

Mr. Song: ...

He turned and walked away without looking back.

Lao Yuan snorted, "You haven't found your watch yet!"

Mr. Song was expressionless: "I just remembered, it was on me, I forgot."

He walked fast, and soon disappeared.

To be on the safe side, Lao Yuan chased after him and spent a long time at the gate of the temple.

Back in the yard, Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang had almost finished eating the pancakes in their hands.

There were three salted duck eggs neatly placed in front of Ling Shu, all of which had their yolks poached and the whites left.

Old Yuan's blue veins twitched: "You ate all my share?!"

Ling Shu: "I thought you liked egg whites, the one with the surname Song is gone?"

Old Yuan was furious, and when he was about to snatch half of the duck eggs left in his hand, Yue Dingtang moved his share over.

"Old Yuan, you can eat."

"Look at him, and then look at you!" Old Yuan snorted, "Fuck off, grandma, you might as well kill the carbine, and almost scare me to death! How did you know he would come back just now?"

Ling Shu pursed his lips, motioning to Yue Dingtang.

The latter said: "This person is suspicious to the extreme, he will definitely go and come back, but he is inexperienced and has a high opinion of himself, so it is easy for those who follow him to guess."

Lao Yuan was a little worried: "Hey, then there should be no problem tonight, right?"

Yue Dingtang asked: "Did Mr. Jin buy tickets for us?"

Lao Yuan: "I bought it, three tickets, and two of his family members. To the outside world, they are the old family members of the Jin family. They helped the coffin to be buried in Beijing and guarded the tomb. Our three tickets are next to each other, and they are all third-class seats. I'm afraid that the surnamed Song will show up again if his evil intentions are not dead, no matter how disguised the three of us are, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hide it."

Ling Shu shrugged: "If you can't be a Taoist priest, then you can dress up as a man and a woman, and pretend to be a husband and wife!"

He does not mean that.

He took two bites of pancakes and found that the other two were silent.

He raised his head, staring at himself with all four eyes.

Ling Shu was vigilant.

"Look what I do?"