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"You guys are back! We came here early in the morning!"

Song Yan hugged his younger siblings and was about to ask where his parents were when the Song couple came out from the path beside the hall.

So, a group of people walked towards the rear residence while talking.

It turned out that the Song couple went to the mountain this time to do a project. They wanted electricity to be available on the mountain. As long as Daoist Yang agreed, they would immediately find someone to install the solar panels.

"I have asked clearly and made arrangements. After the photovoltaic cells are installed, then the wires are connected. You can not only use electric lights, charge your mobile phones, but also use some household appliances. Then I will install a satellite receiver for you. At that time, we can watch TV too!" Song Lianhai recounted the plan.

Song Yan didn't expect his parents to be so interested in just saying something casually.In fact, in the past month, he has gotten used to this kind of life where the sun rises and the sun sets, and it doesn't matter if there is electricity or not.

After pondering for a while, Daoist Yang glanced at Song Yan, nodded to Song Lianhai and his wife and said, "Then I will trouble you two believers!"

Song Yan knew that the master was afraid that he would be lonely if he stayed here alone, so he agreed.Song Yan did not reject the kindness of Master and parents. After all, there are many benefits to having electricity, which is useful to everyone in the temple.

"By the way," Song Yan suddenly thought of something, "I bought a solar hot water bottle, when you find someone to install the solar panels, Dad, please help me install the hot water bag too, so that it will be more convenient for Master and I to take a bath in the future! "

"Leave it to me, I'll arrange it!" Song Lianhai patted his son on the shoulder and promised.

At the door of the room, Daoist Yang said to Song Yan: "You arrange someone to cook, and let your family eat here at noon."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Song Yan hurriedly took things to find the layman on duty today.

The two laymen packed up the meat and vegetables, and stewed a pot of farmhouse vegetables with all the flavors and colors.Song Yan picked some fat and thin pork belly and went to the main hall. After returning, he had a lively lunch with his family, master and two laymen.

***

A few days later, the temple finally had electricity. Song Yan not only charged his mobile phone, but also cooked a meal with the induction cooker.

As for taking a bath, Song Yan originally planned to put the hot water bottle on the roof. At night, when several female lay monks went down the mountain, and the water became hot after a day in the sun, he could turn on the water valve and stand directly under the eaves to rinse.

But he forgot about the problem of getting water. It would take time and effort to think about it if he climbed the ladder and poured buckets of water into the water bag.

So, in order to satisfy his son's wish to take a shower, Song Lianhai came to a big project.He asked people to change the rear window of the kitchen into a door, and built a bathroom of about ten square meters in the small space behind the house; then installed a water pump in the well to directly introduce water into the house; he also built a drainage system. Pipes, installed a squatting toilet.

Song Yan watched the master's face carefully, for fear that he would suspect that he did not come to Qingxiu but to enjoy blessings, and would be dissatisfied with this.But Daoist Yang looked as usual and had no objection.

Seeing Song Yan always looking over worriedly, he smiled and said, "Why, are you afraid that I will blame you and your father?"

"Master," Song Yan came over and asked in a low voice, "Did we go a little too far?"

"Master asks you, what is Dao? What does Dao follow from nature?" Daoist Yang asked with a smile.

Song Yan thought for a while and said, "I think Tao is a rule, a law, and the law of the development of things; Tao follows nature, which means conforming to the law of development of things."

Daoist Yang nodded and said, "Since this is the case, is modern civilization an inevitable law of social development? Is the improvement of people's living standards a manifestation of social progress?"

"Yes."

"Then let's improve the quality of life now. What's the problem?" Daoist Yang touched his head with a smile, "Although we practice Taoism, we are not practicing hard work. The conditions were not good before, because we were unable to improve and did not have the financial resources. Your father is willing to do this kind of merit, and the master is very grateful. In previous winters, we needed to carry buckets of water from the well to the house. Now it’s all right, everyone can Save your time and effort for other things.”

After listening to Master's words, Song Yan finally felt at ease.In the evening, he and Master took a shower separately and felt very good, and the heat dissipated a lot.

***

Because of electricity, Song Yan felt that Master should also have a mobile phone.Now let alone ordinary people, even monks and priests have their own WeChat, Weibo, and circle of friends. He thinks that Master should also have these to facilitate contact with others.

He asked for leave and decided to go down the mountain and use his savings to buy a mobile phone for Master.

Facing the curious eyes of passers-by, Song Yan went to the mobile phone shop, picked out a mobile phone, and then returned to the mountain.

Daoist Yang accepted his apprentice's kindness, but he had only used the landline in the shop at the foot of the mountain, and had never used this kind of smartphone. Song Yan taught him how to use it bit by bit.

The master and the apprentice were studying the functions of the mobile phone in the bedroom, when suddenly a man outside shouted: "Master! Master, are you at home?"

"Is it Changsheng?" Daoist Yang said and got off the ground.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a tall and thick man walked in, and said with a smile, "Little Master, I'm here to see you! How are you recently?"

Daoist Yang replied with a smile that everything is fine, let the man sit down, then pointed to Song Yan and said to him: "Changsheng, this is my apprentice and your uncle, called Song Yan." After saying this, He turned to look at Song Yan again, "Song Yan, this is your nephew, Wu Changsheng."

"..." Wu Changsheng was stunned for a moment before he spoke, "Hi, Uncle Master!"

"..." Song Yan was embarrassed before replying, "Hello!"

Wu Changsheng is in his early forties, with dark skin, curly hair and a beard, coupled with a strong figure, he is guaranteed to be suitable for roles such as Zhang Fei and Li Kui.

Looking back at Song Yan, he looked like a child of sixteen or seventeen, not to mention white and clean, but also handsome, tall, but slender and long, with an image of a gentle and delicate boy.

Not to mention the strong contrast between the two, the older one is a generation shorter than the younger one, which is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Wu Changsheng's personality seemed to be as rough as his appearance, he smiled and asked Daoist Yang: "Little master, I thought you didn't accept an apprentice, but unexpectedly you took an apprentice suddenly, is it true that this little master is talented and suitable for cultivating Taoism? "He also praised Song Yan by the way.

Daoist Yang was not modest in this matter, he just nodded and said: "My apprentice is one in a million!"

He didn't say one in a million, but one in a million, which shows how optimistic he is about Song Yan's qualifications.

"..." Wu Changsheng didn't expect to be casually polite, but he was taken aback by this undisguised compliment.

Song Yan was a little embarrassed by his master's praise, afraid of embarrassing the situation, he hurriedly said to Wu Changsheng: "You hurried up the mountain to find my master, right? I'm going out to make tea, you talk first!" After finishing speaking, he quickly exited the bedroom .

After taking the pot of water and putting it on the induction cooker, Song Yan went to the courtyard and walked around thinking about who this person was, and finally remembered how this nephew got here, the master once mentioned it to him.

Daoist Fang, the ancestor of the master, had been visiting teachers everywhere in the past, and among them he learned some folk magic from a lay Taoist surnamed Wu.At that time, Taoist Wu was nearly eighty years old, while Taoist Fang was less than 30 years old, ten years younger than Taoist Wu's grandson.Daoist Fang took Daoist Yang as his apprentice when he was in his 50s. Daoist Yang was only in his early twenties at the time, and was about the same age as Wu Changsheng, the great-great-grandson of that family, so Wu Changsheng always called Daoist Yang the little master.

Song Yan knew that although the two families were connected, they seldom moved around. This time Wu Changsheng must have come to find his master on business.

He didn't know what it was, and he wouldn't ask casually, but he couldn't help being curious!After much deliberation, he decided to make a calculation.Recently, the master began to teach him some things like the five elements and eight trigrams, and he felt that he could use this to practice his skills.

He didn't have any coins with him, so he ran to the front yard and picked six mulberry leaves and threw them on the mahogany platform, and then formed hexagrams according to the Yin and Yang lines.

Yang Yin Yang Yin Yang Yang, Huo Ze Kui hexagram, is not a good hexagram, because the words of the hexagram are: Pedestrians are in a hurry on the road, and there is thin ice when crossing a river without a bridge.Be careful and passable, and fall into the water if you make a wrong step.

The inference obtained from the hexagram is: the thin ice is very dangerous, and it is difficult for pedestrians to stop. If you are divining this hexagram, be careful in everything.

"This is going to happen!" Song Yanwu muttered to himself.

"Tch!" There was a mocking voice from the tree.

Song Yan looked up and saw a pure black crow standing on a branch looking down at him.

He bowed his hands to the crow and said, "Master Mountain God, are you laughing at me because I'm wrong?"

"It's just thin ice, and it's not like there's no way out." The crow replied.

Song Yan instantly understood what he meant, as long as he was careful, he could pass safely.

"Thank you Mountain God for your guidance!" Song Yan immediately thanked him.Since the mountain god said so, he must be able to save the day.

"Song Yan—"

At this time, Daoist Yang's voice came from the backyard.

Only then did Song Yan remember that he was still boiling the water, and immediately replied "Come", and hurried to the backyard.

Daoist Yang had already turned off the induction cooker, and he didn't blame Song Yan when he came back, and led him directly into the house.

In front of Wu Changsheng, Daoist Yang said to Song Yan: "Your nephew is in some trouble and needs help. This time, you can go down the mountain to help him on your behalf!"

Seeing that Wu Changsheng frowned upon hearing this, Song Yan asked cautiously, "Master, can I ask what's the matter? I'm afraid I'm still too young to be of much help..."

Daoist Yang replied: "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter!"

It turned out to be to meet the dead.Song Yan thought of the hexagram he had just calculated, and seeing Wu Changsheng's worried face, he knew that the dead man might not be a peaceful master.

But he couldn't shirk it, it was clear that the master wanted to train him and let him go.So no matter what, he had to get this matter done and understand it.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will try his best to help Changsheng complete this ceremony!" Song Yan respectfully saluted and promised.

Seeing that Song Yan really wanted to go there on behalf of Master, Wu Changsheng on the side became more worried.