my God

The fourth day of the eighth lunar month.

After breakfast, Song Yan went down the mountain and went home.Daoist Yang gave him half a day off and asked him to go back and have a look.

Song Qing and Song Lian went to elementary school this year, and now school has already started, and today is Thursday again, the two children are not at home, and they eat at school at noon, Song Yan did not see them this time when he came back.

Song Lianhai and Min Qing were also busy with work. When they heard that Song Yan was coming back, they hurriedly squeezed out some time to meet him and have lunch together.

In the afternoon, Song Yan left home and went directly to the train station. He made an appointment with Master and met there.

In the waiting hall of the train station, Song Yan saw not only the master, but also two acquaintances who were also dressed as Taoist priests.

"Big beard? Bald head?" Song Yan blurted out out of surprise.

"Junior Brother Song!" The Taoist priest with thick eyebrows, big eyes and straight nose, but his appearance was lowered by his beard, smiled and nodded at him.

"Senior Brother Song!" Another Taoist priest who was young and cute, but had a tall hairline and a wide and full forehead also greeted Song Yan with a smile.

They are all official disciples of the Yaowang Temple, and Song Yan became acquainted with them when he was studying Taoist medicine in the Yaowang Temple.

"Senior brother Wang! Junior brother Cui!" Song Yan hurriedly changed his words, blushing with shame.In fact, I used to be called Shunzui by other people, so now I am so calm in front of the master, and I just call him a nickname.

"Where's Master Ji?" Song Yan looked behind them, but he didn't see Daoist Ji's shadow.

"Ji Daochang didn't come, so Wang Yanjun and Cui Yu were only asked to go to Fuxing Temple." Yang Daochang answered him.

"Then for this trip, the four of us represent two families, and then go to Fuxing Temple together?" Song Yan looked at Master and asked again.

"Yes." Daoist Yang nodded.

Song Yan immediately went over to talk and laugh with Wang Yanjun and Cui Yu.This time only Daoist Yang and an elder were present, and the three juniors felt a lot more relaxed, and they inevitably became lively and active.

Wang Yanjun, nicknamed Big Beard, looks to be in his thirties, but is actually only 26 years old; while Cui Yu, nicknamed Baldhead, is only 16 years old, younger than Song Yan, and was accepted as an official disciple by Ji Daochang at the beginning of the year.

Sitting together, the three senior brothers inevitably had to chat about family matters.

Song Yan asked Cui Yu, "Junior brother, is your grandma feeling better?"

Cui Yu had an alcoholic father who would beat his wife every time he was drunk, and the wife ran away from home in anger and never came back. This alcoholic father also suffered from liver cirrhosis because of his alcoholism, and died two years ago.

Cui Yu has always been taken by her grandma, but grandma is old and in poor health. She used to go to Yaowangmiao to see a doctor. Song Yan also showed her twice, knowing that she has many diseases in her body and her health has not been good.It was also based on this that Grandma Cui sent her grandson to the temple, fearing that no one would take care of him when she died.

When Cui Yu heard Song Yan ask about grandma, his eyes dimmed and he said, "She's gone..."

Song Yan was startled, and then said, "Sorry, I don't know... when did it happen?"

"Qiqi has been burned, almost two months..." Cui Yu's eyes became wet as he spoke.

Song Yan patted Cui Yu's shoulder lightly, and comforted him: "We are people who practice the Tao, we should understand that death is not the end, but just the beginning of another cycle..."

"Yeah!" Cui Yu nodded vigorously, trying to suppress tears, "I went to the Fuxing Temple this time to pray for my grandma during Luo Tian's great sacrifice, and hope that she will be a happy woman in the next life! Stop serving those bastards husband and son!"

Cui Yu's family is all Korean. Song Yan doesn't know what the Koreans in other places are like, but the local branch is indeed machismo.

Men often sit cross-legged on the kang and wait grandly for their daughter-in-law to bring the food and wine. In paddy fields, planting rice seedlings in spring is the most tiring job. Han people’s families always hire people to do it, and the hired ones are all Korean women, without exception!

Cui Yu's grandfather is not a good man, nor is his father. His mother can't bear to leave home, but his grandma can only bear it for a lifetime.

Song Yan was afraid that Cui Yu would be more sad if he continued to talk about such things, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "By the way, you have been practicing for half a year, how is your practice?"

Cui Yu was a little shy, and his habitual action was to touch his forehead, and then whispered back: "So-so..."

Song Yan also reached out to touch his forehead, deliberately teasing him and said: "You are so smart, as long as you work hard, you will definitely improve quickly!"

Cui Yu was called a bald head since he was a child, even his grandmother called him that, so he has long been used to it, and he didn't feel inferior because of his big head. It's just that he is a bit shy and shy. related to domestic violence or the absence of a mother.

He glanced at Song Yan, and said enviously: "Master always praises you, saying that you are not only good at Taoism and medicine, but also make rapid progress in other fields of cultivation. When Daoist Yang came two days ago, he also said that you killed an evildoer. Where are the monsters!"

When mentioning monsters, Cui Yu immediately regained his energy, his eyes sparkled, and he asked, "Brother, did you really kill the monster? What does the monster look like? Isn't it particularly scary?"

Hearing him mentioning this matter, Wang Yanjun, who had been listening quietly by the side, immediately turned around and looked at Song Yan with piercing eyes.

"Uh..." Song Yan didn't know how to answer for a while, and after thinking about it, he said, "It's actually just a big snake..."

"It turned out to be a snake!" Cui Yu sighed, "I thought it was the one with the green face and long fangs, just like the one on TV..."

"Do you think that in Journey to the West, all the monsters have strange shapes?" Wang Yanjun rolled his eyes at Cui Yu, and then said to Song Yan, "But killing a snake is pretty good, I'm afraid of snakes, and I get goosebumps when I see that thing pimple!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Then what will you do when you go to the mountains to collect herbs?"

Wang Yanjun immediately replied: "Why should I go to the mountains to collect herbs? There are Chinese herbal medicines sold in pharmacies, why should I go to collect them myself?"

"But the master said that if you want to learn Taoist medicine, you must know herbal medicines. The pharmacies are all dried and prepared..." Cui Yu immediately reminded him.

"Okay!" Wang Yanjun interrupted him impatiently, "You're the only one who is stubborn! Now which Chinese medicine doctor can recognize what fresh herbs look like? Isn't that the same as seeing a doctor to get a pulse?"

Cui Yu couldn't say no to Wang Yanjun, but he was unwilling to shut up, so he muttered in a low voice: "Anyway, I think I should listen to Master... When I come back from Fuxing Temple, I will go up to the mountain to dig Gastrodia elata with Senior Brother Li and the others..."

A few juniors were noisy for a while, and the announcement of ticket checking came out on the radio, and at the same time the ticket gate where they were waiting began to check tickets.

Daoist Yang led the three little Taoist priests to line up immediately, then checked the tickets one by one, and got on the bus smoothly.

They bought hard-seat tickets, but because they bought them separately, they separated in two. Fortunately, they bought tickets around the same time, so they were all in the same compartment.

Song Yan and his master didn't dare to talk nonsense when they were together, they were basically well-behaved, and Daoist Yang was not a talkative person, so the master and apprentice sat quietly.

Sitting opposite them is a middle-aged couple.Seeing that Song Yan's master and apprentice were all dressed as Taoists, the middle-aged couple cast curious eyes frequently, and seemed to want to strike up a conversation several times.

Daoist Yang has always been in a bad mood recently, so he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath secretly, not wanting to cause trouble.

Seeing Master like this, Song Yan quickly closed his eyes and began to breathe.

Although the way of meditation can also be sitting style, but this place is not suitable for meditation, not to mention too noisy, and the air quality is not good.

Fortunately, Song Yan didn't practice breathing anymore, and just closed his eyes to rest his mind.

He opened his eyes again because he heard the conductor yelling "Take out all the tickets, the tickets are checked".

Daoist Yang also opened his eyes, and found out his ticket.

The conductor was used to seeing Taoist priests and monks traveling in the train, so he was not surprised to see the two masters and apprentices. After checking the tickets in their hands, they continued to walk forward.

Song Yan and Master were just about to close their eyes and continue to sleep when they heard someone quarreling in front of them, and the voice was still familiar.

Song Yan immediately raised his head to look forward, only to see that it was Wang Yanjun and Cui Yu who were arguing.

"Master, Senior Brother Wang and Junior Brother Cui are arguing!" Song Yan hurriedly reported to Master.

Daoist Yang frowned slightly, and said, "Go and have a look."

"Okay!" Song Yan immediately got up and walked forward.

When he came to Cui Yu's side, he was confronting Wang Yanjun with a blushing face, Song Yan hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, what are you two arguing about?"

As soon as Cui Yu heard that it was him, he immediately turned around and said, "Senior Brother Song, you are here to judge! After the ticket was checked just now, it was obvious that he put away the ticket, and now he must say that the ticket is with me!"

Wang Yanjun immediately said: "I don't have the ticket! If it's with me, where can I put my Taoist robe? But I don't have it in my arms! I remember I gave him the ticket!"

"I don't have any in my arms either!" Cui Yu said as he pulled his backpack off the luggage rack, and after a while of rummaging, he said, "I don't have any in my bag either!"

"Did you lose the ticket?" Wang Yanjun questioned.

"The ticket is not with me!"

"Okay!" Song Yan got a headache from the two of them arguing, and felt that they were so embarrassing. The people in this car and the conductor were all watching, and they kept arguing endlessly. "Turn over your body and backpack first, don't forget the hidden pockets inside!"

Although Wang Yanjun is older than Song Yan, Song Yan is first-class in terms of family background and learning ability, and is valued by teachers, so even if Song Yan is not a formal disciple in the Yaowang Temple, he is respected by everyone, Wang Yanjun Usually very polite to him.Hearing what Song Yan said at this time, he also shut up and started searching, but he still couldn't find it.

Song Yan thought for a while and asked again: "Do you still have your wallet?"

"Wallet?" Cui Yu hurriedly checked the bag in a daze, "It's here!"

"Mine is gone!" Wang Yanjun suddenly remembered after flipping through the bag, "I seem to have put the ticket in the wallet after checking the ticket!"

Then he felt that the wallet was too tight in his arms, so he put the wallet in his backpack before boarding the train.

"Is it really lost?" Cui Yu asked anxiously, "If you lose your ticket, you can make up for it, and the money is also lost? Your ID is also in it, right?"

"Oh, shut up!" Wang Yanjun stood up anxiously, and Cui Yu yelled at the conductor again: "I want to find the policeman, I lost my wallet!"

Several ticket-checking conductors looked at each other, and then one of them called the police through the intercom.

Song Yan stood aside without saying a word, and with slightly closed eyes, he began to recall what kind of people appeared beside Wang Yanjun before and after getting on the car, and who was walking in the car.

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