After tearing the evil with my hands, I became popular all over the world

After chatting for a few more words, the field manager urged me again.Xie Wuyu talked to Lan Hewang, then put down his phone and continued playing.

When filming continued until the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, when the atmosphere of the year in the film and television city also increased, Jiang Yi finally showed mercy and raised her hand to give everyone in the crew a holiday.

Xie Wuyu packed his things and dragged his suitcase out of the hotel, and saw a slightly familiar car parked there with a faint golden light, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

Xie Wuyu: "..."

He walked over and knocked on the car window, and the driver was indeed a driver from the Lan family.

The other party seemed to recognize him, and after calling "Mr. Xie", he opened the door and got out of the car to help him put the suitcase in the trunk.

Xie Wuyu sat in the back row, and the car was warmly heated, driving away the cold outside at once.

He took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, clicked on WeChat, and sure enough, he saw the message Lan Hewang sent him more than an hour ago.

Little darling: Is sir on vacation?

Little boy: I have let the driver pass by

As if afraid that Xie Wuyu might not see it, after Lan Hewang reminded him that the driver had come over, he sent him a small full stop after a while, with his serious ID photo on his head, just It's a bit of a contrast.

Hmm... Although it's quite cute in contrast.

Xie Wuyu couldn't help but smile after thinking about it, and sent Lan He a message back.

It was about an hour's journey from the film and television city to the villa where Lan Hewang lived. Xie Wuyu and Lan Hewang sent messages back and forth, and arrived at the place without any feeling.

This time Xie Wuyu was able to skillfully pull the suitcase and put it into his small room.

After taking out the censer for the statues and setting them up, Xie Wuyu walked around to look outside Lan Hewang's study, and saw Lan Hewang walking out in a wheelchair.

"Sir." Lan Hewang was wearing a neatly tailored overcoat, his eyes were like black ink, and his brows were stern. Xie Wuyu hadn't seen him for more than a month, so he was taken aback at first glance, and then curled the corners of his mouth, "Hewang."

Lan Hewang still had a little bit of black handwriting on his hand, Xie Wuyu glanced through the half-open study door, and saw that there were many more documents on his desk than before.

That's right, it's the end of the year, and it's the busiest time in almost every industry. Lan's group is huge, even if the backlog of affairs has been shared by the people below, most of the things that need to be handed over to Lan Hewang Not less.

Xie Wuyu naturally took his wheelchair and pushed him downstairs: "Busy at work recently?"

Lan He looked down for a moment: "...um."

After thinking about it, he said silently, "A little bit."

It sounds aggrieved.

Xie Wuyu's heart softened, and he almost wanted to snort the poor kid's little hairy head.

Lan Hewang didn't know his loving father's heart. After lowering his eyes, he quickly diverted the topic and asked, "Where is the sir? How long is this vacation?"

"Ten days." Xie Wuyu said, "I will join the group again on the fifth day of the lunar new year."

Lan Hewang nodded.

The ten-day vacation is not long or short. Xie Wuyu thought Jiang Yi would only give five days of vacation, so he never mentioned it to Lan Hewang. Now that there are ten days of vacation, Xie Wuyu has to Consider whether to go back to Qingshuiguan.

After all, judging from the current situation, Yuan Daozi definitely doesn't want to go back...

Lan Hewang listened quietly, and asked with lowered eyes: "...Mister, do you mean that you won't stay in the imperial capital for the Chinese New Year?"

Xie Wuyu thought for a while and said, "Not necessarily..."

Although in previous years, either he or Yuan Daozi presided over the sacrificial ceremony of Qingshui Temple, but there are so many masters and uncles in the temple, and if they don't go back, there shouldn't be any delay... right?

But just in case, Xie Wuyu bought a ticket back to Qingshui Temple and prepared it.

——In the end, this ticket really came in handy.

It wasn't for any other reason, but the uncle selected by Guanli to preside over the sacrificial ceremony in place of Yuan Daozi... fell when he was helping a believer to carry things down the mountain.

The fall wasn't too serious, but I twisted my waist and had to lie in bed for at least a few days.

The sacrificial ceremony at Qingshui Temple at the end of the year is the most solemn one in a year. It has to be open from morning to night, and in the middle of it, there are lectures and sermons to the believers who come up to worship incense and gods, which requires high physical strength for the presiding officer.The uncle who twisted his waist couldn't continue to host, and the other uncles also had their own reasons. In the end, everyone summed up, Yuan Daozi and the others couldn't persuade them to come back, and Xie Wuyu and the others couldn't call them back!

Then he called Xie Wuyu in a low voice and asked Xie Wuyu to go back.

Xie Wuyu: "..."

·

The day Xie Wuyu went back was the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

Qingshui Temple is located in Qingshui City, He Province, not too far from the imperial capital. Xie Wuyu took a two-hour flight, and another half-hour car ride into the mountain. When he got there, the sky was still bright.

Remembering Lan Hewang's slightly raised eyebrows before he left, Xie Wuyu took out his phone, pulled out the camera, took two photos of Qingshuiguan, and sent them to Lan Hewang on WeChat.

Yuyu: It's here [picture][picture]

It is deep winter in the imperial capital now, but the picture sent by Xie Wuyu is still dark green.The Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles is hidden in the lush forest, and a row of blue stone steps meanders in the corner.

Lan Hewang looked away, his eyes paused for a moment on the corner of the clothes exposed at the bottom of the picture, and then he replied slowly:

Little boy: It's windy on the mountain, sir, remember to add clothes.

Xie Wuyu: "..."

As expected of you, Lan He Wang Xiaoguai.

But it was indeed a little cold on the mountain road, Xie Wuyu replied to Lan Hewang and said "Got it", then wrapped himself in the overcoat and walked in with his luggage.

I haven't been back for more than half a year, and the plants and trees in the temple seem both familiar and strange.Xie Wuyu found his room, opened the door, put away his things, checked the time, and went to the Sanqing Hall in front.

It was evening class time, and most of the people in the temple were concentrated here. As soon as Xie Wuyu's figure appeared at the gate of the hall, he was caught by the sharp-eyed little Taoist priest.

"Uncle Uncle?!" The little Taoist yelled, and others followed the voice to look over. When an old Taoist who used to be brisk walking saw Xie Wuyu's face, he immediately supported his waist, his old face sighed, "Wuyu is back!" ah……"

Xie Wuyu: "..."

No need to pretend, he just saw it.

Yuan Qingzi continued to support his waist, expressing that he didn't know what Xie Wuyu was talking about.

Xie Wuyu was a little speechless, but he came back, and he couldn't care about these uncles who grew up with him, so he sighed and went to help Yuan Qingzi: "Uncle's waist is not healed yet. , It doesn’t matter if you stop classes for a few days sooner or later.”

Yuan Qingzi supported his hand and nodded "hmmmm".

The time for the sacrificial ceremony of each temple is different. Qingshui Temple has taken over the Jade Emperor on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, and the real sacrificial ceremony is held on the first day of each year.

The dojo in front of Qingshui Temple has been cleaned up by Taoist boys, and an altar has been set up in the front. The yellow tablecloth is blowing with the mountain wind, and the lotus-shaped ever-burning candles are flying.

Because Xie Wuyu and the others worshiped the gods of Sanqing, a statue of Sanqing was set up on the altar, fresh flowers and fruits were placed on white porcelain plates, and a bunch of homemade fine sandalwood was reserved for later use.

After Xie Wuyu sent Lan Hewang a happy New Year message, before Lan Hewang could reply, he put down his phone and changed into a bright red Taoist robe with the gossip crane embroidered vividly. The way he walks seems to spread his wings and fly.

After cleansing his hands and burning incense, the deep and distant bell rang heavily. Xie Wuyu picked up the banner and led the people of Qingshui Temple and the believers who came to participate in the ceremony early in the morning to bow to the Sanqing Tianzun.

Xie Wuyu hasn't presided over such a grand ceremony for two years. Some believers don't know him very well. They just think that this guy is pretty good-looking. Can he do business?

However, Xie Wuyu didn't know about the conjectures of the believers. He raised his eyes and glanced at the fragrance wafting from the four-cornered copper censer. Holding the command flag in his hand, he began to pray for the gods to be sacrificed and blessed. .

Amidst the faint sound of chanting, the originally noisy believers gradually quieted down.

When he finished reading the scriptures of inviting the gods, just in time for him, a golden light broke through the clouds and fell, covering the entire altar and even the ashram.

This kind of scene is really too strange. There was no such scene in the previous few pujas held by Qingshui Temple. The believers in the audience were a little surprised, and they couldn't help looking up at Xie Wuyu on the stage.

Xie Wuyu looked calm and raised his hand, as if guiding the golden light into the altar.

He was born handsome and handsome, and he didn't look out of harmony when he wore Taoist robes. Even in the background of this ancient view of the green mountains, he was more of a divinity that was out of the world.The believers watched for a while, and for some reason, their hearts also calmed down. The invisible shackles on their bodies seemed to be quietly melted away between the golden light and the sound of the bell.

……

After the blessing, the presiding high-level routine will give lectures to the believers—whether it is the believers in the yang world or the ghosts who come to accept the death in the underworld, there must always be a Dharma meeting.

Every year, Qingshui Temple lectures on "The Wonderful Sutra of Induction of the Three Senses". Xie Wuyu is also very familiar with this scripture, and he finished the lecture in a short while.The believers in the yang world under the stage stood up and raised their hands and bowed to each other, regardless of whether they understood it or not, and those lonely souls in the underworld, after being baptized by the scriptures, seemed to have sensed it, and there was a smile on their miserable faces. He bowed to Xie Wuyu from afar.

From Xie Wuyu's point of view, the gap between humans and ghosts does not seem to be very large.In fact, apart from evil spirits and ghosts, when Xie Wuyu encounters lonely souls who are stranded in the yang world and cannot be reincarnated due to various reasons, they will not always resort to physical transcendence, but mainly metaphysical transcendence.

Gently nodding towards the lonely soul who was saluting, Xie Wuyu raised the banner in his hand and sent them off.

The mountain wind blew past, and the believers in the audience felt cold, as if something was passing by around them, with a sense of calm and relief.

Even if the puja is complete here, the altar cannot be dismantled.Xie Wuyu came down from the top, watched the devotees flock to the temple to offer incense, then took a lotus lantern and walked towards the back mountain.

He Deng made a wish. He didn't seem to have many regrets in his life. Although the future is bleak, the master is healthy and carefree, and his Taoist background is developing well. Xie Wuyu thought about it, wrote a note, and let it go Enter the river lantern and flow slowly with the current.

Lan He, who was in the old house of Lan's family, seemed to have a sense of it. After taking a red envelope for the junior who came to ask for a red envelope, he took out his mobile phone and took a look.

Yuyu: The festival is over

Yuyu: I haven’t hosted in two years, I feel a little rusty

Yuyu: [猫猫安安.jpg]