my God

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Song Yan woke up again.He woke up hungry, and the feeling of hunger bothered him.

When he walked out of the room, Daoist Yang had just returned, and when he saw him, he hurriedly asked, "How are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Yan said with a bitter face: "Master, I'm hungry!"

"Master will make you something to eat right away!"

Daoist Yang drained some water in the pot. After the water boiled, he beat four poached eggs into it and added some sugar.After the eggs were cooked, he served them to Song Yan with the eggs and soup.

Song Yan ate in a hurry and blew on the hot air, but his eyes were still burning and his forehead was covered with sweat.

After eating, he licked his lips and looked at Master, obviously he hadn't eaten enough.

Daoist Yang had to coax with a smile: "Don't eat too much at once, it will hurt your stomach!"

"Oh." Song Yan listened to Master's words very much, and nodded immediately, expressing that he would not eat.

"Ji Daochang came and said you were fine. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't call you, and went down the mountain before the sun set." Yang Daochang briefly talked about the next Ji Daochang's visit.

"I'll go see him in a few days. I haven't been to the Yaowang Temple since I went up the mountain, and I don't know if he's angry with me..." Song Yan said with a sigh.

"Daoist Ji is a high-ranking Taoist, how could he get angry casually." Daoist Yang hurriedly comforted his apprentice, "Apprentices are like children, when they grow up, they have to go out alone for success in their studies, and then get together less and leave more. It's human nature!"

The master and apprentice spoke a few more words, and Daoist Yang was about to leave for the evening class. Song Yan immediately said, "Master, I'll take a bath first, and then I will go to the evening class with you!"

Daoist Yang nodded in agreement, so he took a step first.

Song Yan finally felt relaxed after taking a bath, the sticky feeling on his body and hair finally disappeared, and he felt refreshed.

He went to the side hall, sat down next to the master, and began to recite the scriptures for the evening class.

Daoist Yang quietly opened his eyes to look at him, while frowning and thinking deeply.

On weekdays, Song Yan always went to the main hall for evening classes, and did not come to the side hall.And Daoist Yang didn't go to the main hall because he knew that the person in the main hall was not proud of him, and he was afraid that he would make trouble for him by going there.Daoist Yang was happy to see Song Yan staying in the main hall. After all, Song Yan fell ill just after going up to the mountain for three days.

Song Yan's relationship with the person in the main hall is obviously very good now, but Song Yan insisted on coming to the side hall for evening class tonight, which is worth guessing.

Daoist Yang withdrew his gaze and didn't intend to ask more questions.Some things have to be handled by the disciples themselves, and the master can't help them.

***

In the early morning of the next day, Daoist Yang went outside to do morning class, while Song Yan opened the window and sat in front of the window, adjusting his breath and meditating, exhaling.

Seeing that he didn't go to the wooden platform under the big mulberry tree, Daoist Yang became even more sure that Song Yan had a conflict with the one in the main hall.He still didn't point it out, and decided to let Song Yan handle it by himself.

After breakfast, a regular visitor came to the temple, Wu Changsheng.

Wu Changsheng brought a red envelope to thank Song Yan for his help last time.

Song Yan was not very interested, and he was not very enthusiastic about Wu Changsheng. After receiving the red envelope, he said that he was going to make tea, then turned around and left.

The induction cooker and the water in the kettle were buzzing. Song Yan stood aside and looked down, and was lost in a moment.

From the morning of the day before yesterday to the evening of yesterday, he experienced a lot of things, such as the Fa conference, the Ghost Festival, the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts, being surrounded by evil spirits, being robbed by perverted ghosts, and then having nightmares, high fever and coma... Song Yan felt that these things seemed to consume a lot of time. A century of his life, recalling it, feels like a long time.

There was a Dharma meeting in the temple, and no fellow Taoists came to join him. Even Wu Changsheng waited until the Dharma meeting was over before going up the mountain to express his gratitude.

It doesn't matter to him that outsiders look down on the main god in their temple, as long as he and his master think their main god is good.

But now, Song Yan was a little confused.

In the dream, Shenjun's icy eyes made him timid and timid.

When the water boiled, hot air gushed out from the spout of the pot, and a few splashes splashed out, one of which fell into Song Yan's hands, causing him to tremble with pain, and he regained consciousness immediately.

He hastily turned off the induction cooker, then carried the kettle to the house to make tea for Wu Changsheng.

Wu Changsheng saw that Song Yan was worried and unhappy, so he didn't stay any longer, so he left soon.

Daoist Yang looked at Song Yan's listless look, and just wanted to open his mouth to explain, when he heard Song Yan say: "Master, if you have nothing to do now, just do a few tricks with me. I was lying down all day yesterday, and my bones hurt from being idle." !"

Song Yan also knew that he couldn't continue to be depressed, he needed to find something to stimulate himself.

Daoist Yang saw that he was trying to adjust his state, so he agreed to discuss with him.

The two were in the backyard, each holding a bamboo sword and began to compete.

Song Yan's swordsmanship is not good enough, and he has difficulty concentrating, so Yang Daochang repeatedly knocked out the sword in his hand.

Seeing Song Yan pick up the bamboo sword again, Daoist Yang retracted the sword and stood still, and said solemnly: "I will punish you to go to the main hall and recite the mantra of purifying the heart silently one hundred times!"

Daoist Yang left without looking back after speaking, leaving only Song Yan standing there in a daze.

After he came back to his senses, he felt ashamed and immediately went to the main hall to receive his punishment.

***

"Tai Shang Tai Xing, never stop responding. Exorcise evil spirits, protect your life and protect your body. Wisdom is clear and pure, and your mind is peaceful.

Song Yan knelt on the ground and honestly recited it a hundred times.

After reading, my heart finally calmed down, and my Dao heart finally stabilized.

He glanced at the statue above, and the young god looked forward, with a look of indifference on his face, neither sad nor happy.

Song Yan kowtowed three times to the statue respectfully, then got up and left the main hall.

When Daoist Yang returned to the backyard after his evening class, he saw Song Yan practicing sword in the yard. His face was covered with sweat, and he didn't know how long he had been practicing.

"Song Yan, it's time to rest, go wash up!" Daoist Yang hurriedly said because he was afraid that his apprentice's body would not be able to withstand excessive fatigue after he recovered from illness.

"Yes!" Song Yan stopped and turned back to the room.

Early the next morning, Daoist Yang cooked eggs and noodles for Song Yan. The child celebrated his birthday today.

After Song Yan finished eating the noodles, Daoist Yang drove him down the mountain and asked him to go home and reunite with his family.

He didn't go home directly, but went to the Yaowang Temple first, and after watching Daoist Ji, he returned to his home.

His parents were waiting for him, and they were very happy to see him finally come back. His younger siblings were also clamoring to play with him. Song Yan was in a daze for a while, feeling that this kind of life was getting farther and farther away from him.

But he didn't regret it, because he voluntarily went up to the mountain to practice Taoism; he just regretted that he couldn't repay the kindness of his parents;

Originally, Min Qing planned to keep his son at home for one night, but seeing his son's restlessness, he didn't mention it, and let him go back to the mountain after lunch.

When Song Yan returned to the mountain, he brought a lot of things. In addition to dried meat and sausages, he also brought fruit and half of the leftover cream cake.

He cut a piece of the cake for the master and several laymen, and he held the remaining piece on a plate. He was about to walk out the door, but he turned around and came back and put the cake down.

Seeing this, Daoist Yang had no choice but to point it out: "Is this for the mountain god?"

Song Yan was taken aback, and then said: "How could the mountain god eat this kind of thing? And it's the leftovers from us. Keep it, I'll eat it for dinner."

Yang Daochang said in his heart: You used to dare to put anything on the altar in the main hall!

Daoist Yang didn't say any more, and turned around to do his own business.

Song Yan didn't dare to stop, and when he stopped, he was always restless and very irritable.Seeing that everyone was busy, he picked up the bamboo sword and went to practice swords in the courtyard again.

In the past, he never practiced in the sun, but went to the main hall to practice in order to cool off.Now, he can practice seriously even in the sun, and every move is full of stubbornness.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the monks went down the mountain, Daoist Yang went to do evening class, Song Yan went to wash off his stinky sweat, and decided to have dinner first.

He took out the piece of cake that was left in the afternoon, and stopped as soon as he handed it to his mouth.After struggling again and again, he still packed it on a plate and went to the main hall, and took some fruits along the way.

Since I said that if I save him, I will be rewarded, I must do what I say.After releasing the offerings, Song Yan finally felt a little more at ease.

After he returned to the backyard and made a simple stutter, he began to study various spells.

Standing in the yard, you can see him carefully drawing symbols under the lamp in the window.

Daoist Yang couldn't help but sighed softly.He felt that Song Yan was a little anxious, eager to master more and stronger power.However, his eagerness is not reckless, rather methodical, and there is always a sense of resilience and stubbornness in his eyes.

Daoist Yang felt that this might not be a bad thing. After all, his days to stay were numbered. Song Yan was willing to learn more by himself, which made him feel more relieved.

***

Offering incense to the temples in the morning is a must.

When Song Yan was offering incense to the main hall, he found that all the offerings he brought last night were intact, and felt a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't help thinking of the things he encountered several times when he went up the mountain, which further confirmed the mountain god's disgust for him.

Those few times I helped him save him, and formed a bond with him, were they just playing around and playing with him?

Song Yan, who was troubled by contradictory emotions, suddenly felt resentful, and couldn't help raising his head to meet the statue.

But after staring at each other for a long time, nothing happened, neither a crow flew in to teach him a lesson, nor dragged him into a dream to beat him.

The hall seemed to be empty, the main god was not there, and neither was the crow that the main god turned into.

Song Yan was a little unwilling, and ran to the big mulberry tree again.

He was in a panic, and he had been stuck for the past few days. He had to speak clearly with Shenjun face to face!

But there was no shadow of a crow on the big mulberry tree.

Song Yan refused to let go, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the tree, and picked off the few remaining mulberries and threw them on the ground.

He was messing around like a spoiled child, but the person he wanted to pester wouldn't show up at all.

The mountain god disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

When Song Yan realized this, he suddenly felt empty in his heart, and the feeling of being abandoned in the dream swept through his whole body again.

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Transitional chapter, the next chapter is to fight monsters and vent your anger~