After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

"Did you give me a dream last night?"

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

After a while, he pursed his lips and said, "The living don't dream."

Si Huai blinked, a little dazed: "Then why did I dream about you?"

Lu Xiuzhi lifted his phoenix eyes slightly, watching the water droplets on his ears slowly fall down, dripping onto the table, with a soft click.

"Probably thinking about it every day and dreaming at night."

Si Huai thought about it, he seemed to have thought about the great monk for a long time during the day.

He sat down on the chair and nodded: "You are right."

Lu Xiuzhi paused with his fingertips, looked at his pure black pupils, and waited for the next sentence.

Si Huai took a sip of milk and said seriously: "Maybe my brain cells are still processing the information of the day after I fall asleep."

"So I dreamed of you."

"Sure enough, some things should be considered scientifically first."

"..."

Lu Xiuzhi lowered his eyes, so Si Huai admitted that he was thinking about him during the day.

After breakfast, Si Huai went to offer incense to the patriarch in the yard, and someone arrived earlier than him.

Ren Gaoge stood in front of the Patriarch's Tablet, with his eyes closed, holding three sticks of incense, and bowed devoutly for a few times.

Si Huai walked closer and took a look, the flames were quite bright, it seemed that the Patriarch was in a good mood.

After Ren Gaoge finished offering the incense, seeing Si Huai coming, he immediately said, "Xiao Si, I have credited your card for yesterday's hard work."

"I want to show us Tian Tianzun's um... residence?" Ren Gaoge didn't know how to describe this small wooden house that looked a bit like a doghouse.

Si Huai's eyes lit up: "Do you want to donate to the Taoist temple?"

Ren Gaoge: "...No, no."

Where can he donate to the Taoist temple...

"I want to spend money to repair this, this simple log cabin."

Si Huai snorted, looking at the slow burning incense in the censer.

No wonder Patriarch was so happy just now.

Ren Gaoge asked: "Is there any particularity to this? I don't quite understand."

"I will tell the craftsman if there is anything that needs attention."

Si Huai: "It's nothing, just follow your imagination."

Ren Gaoge was startled, could he even figure out what he thought?

Looks like I have to be more careful outside.

"Besides, I want to donate a golden body," Ren Gaoge paused, and said to Si Huai, "I don't know much about this."

Si Huai glanced at the tablet of the Patriarch, and shook his head: "The golden body is unnecessary."

Ren Gaoge was stunned for a moment, and asked softly, "Can't new pilgrims donate their golden bodies?"

Si Huai explained: "No, the patriarch does not have a portrait."

Ren Gaoge couldn't understand, so he could only understand it literally: "Heaven, Tianzun, is he ashamed?"

Si Huai: "..."

Lu Xiuzhi frowned slightly. The term dharma is a Buddhist term. It refers to the appearance of all dharmas, the physical appearance of essence, or the meaning of content.The second refers to Dharma Xiangzong, one of the Buddhist sects.

Si Huai said casually: "All appearances are false."

"The patriarch doesn't need a golden body."

Ren Gaoge heard the second sentence clearly, and he responded: "I know, then I won't..."

Si Huai: "So let's discount the money for the golden body."

Ren Gaoge: "..."

Therefore, Ren Gaoge donated a large amount of merit.

Watching him walk into the Si's house opposite, Si Huai couldn't help saying with emotion: "Old Si really made a good friend."

Lu Xiuzhi was silent for a moment, and asked, "Did brother tell you about the Faxiang?"

Si Huai nodded.

Lu Xiuzhi half-closed his eyes, although the relationship between modern Buddhism and Taoism is good, but it is not good enough to learn the teachings of the other side.

Seeing what Lu Xiuzhi was thinking, Si Huai said lazily: "Brother is very interested in Buddhist things."

"I used to go to temples all over the world to listen to great monks talking about Zen..."

Lu Xiuzhi turned his head to look at the small wooden house, the light blue smoke lingered around the tablet, and the four characters of Dao Tian Tian Zun were particularly bright in the morning sun.

Know Taoism and study Buddhism.

If he wasn't a liar, he should be a hermit...

Si Huai didn't notice Lu Xiuzhi's contemplation, and continued to talk about the previous things: "I went there once with my brother and I don't want to go. He can stay in the temple for several days. I can't bear it. He won't eat any meat. , then who can stay..."

After finishing speaking, Si Huai patted Lu Xiuzhi on the shoulder and sighed: "The years you were in Bailongma Temple must have been very difficult."

Lu Xiuzhi: "...Bailong Temple."

Si Huai sighed again: "Is this the unforgettable memory in the legend?"

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

…………

There was no class this afternoon, after lunch, Si Huai followed Teacher Chen to Yuzhen.

Yu Zhen's excavation work has entered the final stage, and the specific work after that has nothing to do with amateurs like Si Huai.

As soon as Si Huai walked into the workshop, he felt the heavy atmosphere inside.

Meng Chun drooped his eyebrows and rushed over when he saw Si Huai, hugged him tightly, and said with a choked voice, "Teacher Si!"

Yuan Yu and Fang Daochang sat aside, looking a little sad.

Haunted Ghost didn't see them like this, Si Huai's heart skipped a beat: "Did someone have an accident?"

Meng Chun: "...No, Teacher Si, today is your last day here."

"Haven't you reacted yet?"

Si Huai was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it just that the work is over, and it's not like I won't see you in the future."

Chen Fuhong smiled: "Mr. Si is right, you are both in Shangyang University, and there will be many opportunities to meet in the future."

Meng Chun scratched his head: "I understand the truth, but in the future, Teacher Si won't come, I always feel a little lonely."

Si Huai comforted: "You can close your eyes and pretend that there is a ghost behind you or above your head...then you will feel lively."

Meng Chun: "..."

"Mr. Si, do you have your peace amulet?"

"Do you want one hundred or eighty?"

"Do we still need to pay money based on the relationship between the two of us?"

"Given the relationship between the two of us, are you ashamed not to give money?"

"..."

After receiving the safety talisman worth 80 yuan, Meng Chun's depressed mood disappeared.

Si Huai and Fang Daochang studied the Taoism recorded in ancient books for a while, recalled what happened last night, and asked, "Fang Daochang, is there any news of a cult?"

Fang Daozhang shook his head: "No, I have investigated the people contacted by Zhang Liang and Zhu Cheng, and found no trace of the cult."

Si Huai: "Maybe they are just outsiders of the cult."

Fang Daochang frowned: "Zhu Cheng's level is only peripheral personnel..."

Si Huai recounted what happened last night, and then said: "Ma La Tang is still in the stage of refining ghosts, and that blue robe is already engaged in resurrection."

Fang Daochang's expression changed.

Huaguo's cult has disappeared for a long time, why did it suddenly reappear?

What is the purpose of the leader with the gun...

After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "It seems that Shangyang is about to change."

During the time he was thinking, Si Huai had already devoted himself to work. Hearing this sentence, he glanced at the weather forecast: "It will be sunny these few days."

"Fang Daochang, please use another weather software to check."

Fang Daozhang: "...I'm talking about cults."

Si Huai let out a groan, unexpectedly ten minutes had passed, and Taoist Fang was still thinking about it.

"Which department is responsible for the cult?"

Fang Daochang: "Police."

Hearing this, Si Huai sighed quietly.

Fang Daochang said in a low voice: "Si Guanzhu, Huaguo's public security organs can still be trusted. After you mentioned the cult last time, they stepped up their propaganda against cults..."

Si Huai said slowly: "They do have money, but they are a little slow."

"Ma La Tang's apprentice's bounty has not yet come."

Daoist Fang fell silent, and began to question why he had lost his mind. The one in front of him is the Master Siguan!

In the evening, when the work of the last day was over, Chen Fuhong suggested that everyone have a meal together.

The hotel Chen Fuhong booked was located in downtown Shangyang. When everyone passed by, it was just in time for the evening rush hour. It was stuck in traffic for half an hour, and the location remained motionless.

Si Huai opened the map and looked at the distance: "Why don't you walk over there, it's quite close, and you'll be there in ten minutes or so."

The navigator led them through an old street. The buildings in the old street were old and the walls were dusty. A few children squatted in front of the store and played with origami.

"Drip-"

The horn of the battery car sounded behind him, Si Huai stepped aside and pulled Meng Chun.

Meng Chun was replying to the message and didn't look at the road. He didn't put away his phone until he felt that he had stepped on something. He saw a paper prick under his feet.

In front of him was a paper shop, and the entrance was filled with wreaths, paper figurines, paper villas, etc., occupying half of the road.

Before Meng Chun could react, a middle-aged man with glasses rushed up to him and said angrily, "Don't you watch the road?!"

"Such a big road can step on my things?!"

Meng Chun quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

Realizing that Meng Chun hadn't followed, Si Huai turned around and saw him parked in front of a paper-making shop.

Si Huai walked over and asked, "Do you want to buy Yuanbao? You can ask me to buy it."

Meng Chun: "...No, Teacher Si, I accidentally stepped on his paper figurine."

"Boss, how much is it? I'll pay you."

The middle-aged man pushed his glasses: "I've been making this girl doll for several days."

"At least 1000 yuan."

Si Huai lowered his head, the paper figurine lying on the ground was wearing red clothes and green trousers, his face was only roughly painted with eyes and mouth, not even a nose.

Shoddy.

"Is this up to ten yuan?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man became angry: "Ten yuan?! Ten yuan is not even enough for materials!"

"Go and buy one for me."

Si Huai opened Pinduoduo, searched for paper sticks, and put the mobile phone under his nose: "Nong, the ones made by others for ten yuan are much more beautiful than those made by you."

Meng Chun said to the middle-aged man: "Boss, you put this paper figure on the side of the road. Both of us are at fault. Don't trick me."

The middle-aged man sneered: "I said one thousand is one thousand."

Si Huai was a little hungry and didn't want to talk nonsense with him: "Twenty at most, don't let it go."

"Otherwise, call the police and let the police uncle decide."

There were two people missing from the team, so Chen Fuhong, Fang Daochang and others came back again: "What's wrong?"

Si Huai pointed to the middle-aged man: "He wants to blackmail."

Middle-aged man: "..."

A group of men gathered around the door of the store, and Si Huai said that he would call the police. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and could only let go: "One hundred!"

"All right, one hundred."

Meng Chun didn't want to waste time with him either, so after losing the money, they continued to go to the restaurant.

The box was booked in advance, and Si Huai sat next to Meng Chun, seeing that his hands were empty, he asked, "Did you bring the paper figurine?"

Meng Chun responded, "What do I want that thing for? It's ugly and scary."

Si Huai reminded: "It costs 100 yuan, isn't it cheaper to stay in the paper shop, the boss?"

"It makes sense. Let's get it after dinner."

Meng Chun unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle, looked up, and saw a red shadow floating outside the window.