The temptation of the wizard

This witch sits in front of the Houtu idol in the main hall, silently writing the witches, the god servant Xiaoshan is grinding ink beside, the door is open, the cold wind is flowing in, Tong Xiaoshan shiver from time to time, but the witch who only wears white shirt and red skirt As stable as an old dog.

Wait and wait, when Cao Lang was about to collapse, the Butter Chicken rushed over and shouted outside the door: "Here, here comes!"

Cao Lang immediately refreshed his spirits.

Not long after, I could vaguely hear the faint sound of horseshoes in the wind.

The sound of horses' hoofs got closer and closer, and stopped under the hillside. A moment later, there was the sound of footsteps.

Cao Lang continued to write Wuwen silently.

The weasel by the door looked at the motionless back, his eyes trembled, and suddenly he was willing to believe that the witch was really superb.

At this time, Sheng Ziqing and his party walked over the stone steps, crossed the house number, and appeared on the temple grounds.

Cao Lang pretended to hear the movement. Your Excellency Langhao turned to face the door, but still sat on the futon.

Sheng Ziqing is a four or five-year-old boy, less than three feet tall, and some babies are fat, wearing black clothes with gold rims and sparse hair, but wearing a small jade crown with a sword hanging from his waist. .

If the sword stood up, it would be much higher than him, so his right hand kept pressing on the hilt, and the scabbard would be three feet behind him, looking a bit funny.

"This is the Saint Son of the Human Race? Whether it's true or not, it doesn't seem to be special." Cao Lang secretly cheered himself up.

Behind him were seven or eight people. The head on the left was a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian costume with a straight body and a firm face. On the right was an old man with a gray beard and hair wearing a Taoist robe, but his face had no wrinkles and his eyes were calm.

Yao Jinglun and others followed.

Cao Lang wanted to stand up and talk. Suddenly he felt his legs numb. He sat back busy and said to the stunned weasel: "Naughty animal, why don't you go to welcome the guests?"

Butter Chicken: "..."

Without waiting for it to turn around, the Son of God had already walked into the hall in a magnificent manner, looked at Cao Lang's eyes, and said crisply: "Are you my senior sister Cao Lang?"

Cao Lang said neither overbearing nor overbearing: "Not necessarily."

Shengzi was surprised, "Are you not Zhu Yuntai's student?"

"I'm."

"That's my senior sister."

"You are not a student of my teacher, at least not yet."

Shengzi scratched his head embarrassedly, "Then, my teacher...where is Zhu Yuntai? I want to apprentice."

Cao Lang: "My teacher wandered around, and I took care of the affairs of the temple. Do you want incense?"

Sun Renjie made a slight compilation and smiled and said: "When you enter the temple, you will be incense." After that, he took the incense stick in front of the altar and lit it with a candle.

Tantai Mingxuan and others followed suit one after another. Shengzi looked up at the statue of Houtu, and said in a tangled way: "Houtu Niangniang is my senior, I will also offer incense."

Sun Renjie prepared incense sticks for him. The child worshipped three times, and found that he was not tall enough to reach the incense burner, so he tossed it casually. The three sandalwood incense all fell into the incense burner and inserted firmly.

Everyone smiled.

At this moment Cao Lang finally stood up, and bowed to the pilgrims one by one, feeling that these people were so pretentious and really calm down.

Xia Tai handed her a stack of bank notes, and smiled: "Some sesame oil is a sign of love."

Cao Lang took a look and found that one of the bills was one thousand taels of denomination. It was estimated that there were twenty or thirty tickets, and he almost had to return it.

Of course, this cannot be repaid. The pilgrims said that this is sesame oil money, a pious, and only hope that the mother of Houtu can bless you, and there is no reason to refuse the sesame oil money as the host.

"Thank you old sir." Cao Lang bowed slightly and thanked him, then handed the ticket to Tong Xiaoshan, his eyes straightened.

People gave such a large sum of money for sesame oil, and Cao Lang also knew and asked everyone to go upstairs for tea.

So they were making tea in the dojo, Tantai Mingxuan, Yao Jinglun, Nuwa Temple Zhu Zhong Huarong and others consciously sat aside and waited. Only Cao Lang, Sheng Ziqing, Xia Tai, and Sun Renjie surrounded the tea stove.

The atmosphere was quite solemn, and Cao Lang's heart became nervous again. Suddenly he heard that Sun Renjie smiled: "I heard that Zhu Shaoqing has fine wine here. Unexpectedly, this tea is so clear and fragrant. It can be described as the best tea."

Cao Lang was dubious-she usually makes this tea casually, and now said: "In the mountains and wilds, only a few flavors are naturally commendable, and the distinguished guests don't dislike it."

Xia Tai praised: "A lot of natural flavors, the host is floating outside the dust, which is enviable."

It was the first time that Cao Lang was praised so high, and he heard a "wow" in his heart, but he heard the little Shengzi ask curiously: "Where is the wine?"

Cao Lang: "Children can't drink, drink tea." He handed him a cup of tea soup.

Qing curled his lips, took the tea and drank it, and said impatiently: "I am really your junior, the teacher left me with a name, I will show it to you." After saying that, he had to take off his belt, but was caught by the grandson. Renjie hold down.

Sun Renjie: "Holy Son, don't be rude."

Cao Lang frowned slightly when he heard the words, remembering Zhu Yuntai's teachings on the epidemic calf and Xiaoshantong, and disagreeing with Sun Renjie's approach, saying bluntly: "It's okay to see."

The little fat man was overjoyed. He quickly untied his belt, raised his gown, showing off the three words "I wish Yuntai" on his belly as if showing off, and said with a smile: "Is it the teacher's handwriting?"

"It's indeed the teacher's handwriting." Cao Lang leaned over to tidy up his clothes and said: "But the teacher did not mention you in the letter to me, so he still needs his approval to count."

"Okay." The little fat man asked helplessly, and suddenly asked enthusiastically: "Teacher...what can Yuntai teach me? Since you are his student, you must have learned his knowledge, so tell me."

Cao Lang: "The teacher's knowledge is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. I have been with him for only more than a month, and what I have learned is not even a fur, so I dare not say anything."

Xia Tai smiled and said: "I heard that when Zhu Shaoqing was in the Taichang Temple, he found a case like a god, and a subject called behavioral psychology came out. It seems to be able to see through people's hearts, quite a bit of the mystery of Buddhism and his heart."

Cao Lang nodded, and when he was about to speak, he listened to the little fat man yelling, "If you don't learn Buddhism, what else?"

Everyone: "..."

Cao Lang: "This is not Buddhism, but the teacher also said that this is a peculiar learning, and it is most avoided to apply it indiscriminately. He did not teach it to me."

Sun Renjie: "I wish Shaoqing medicine to help me, and Doctor Li also sighed."

The little fat man shouted, "I don't want to be a doctor, what else?"

Xia Tai: "Zhu Shaoqing is proficient in making things, such as soap."

"This knowledge is too small to learn."

Cao Lang: "Witchcraft?" The teacher is a witch!

"I am the Nuwa Empress inciting a boy, and I don't learn witchcraft."

Cao Lang wondered: "Then what do you want to learn?"

The little fat man stood up and pointed his left finger to the heavenly way: "If you want to learn, you can learn from the big way."

Everyone smiled and wondered how Zhu Shaoqing could understand the way of heaven?How can I teach you?