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Chapter 784 Gathering

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    Xiang Que was dazed with capital letters on his face, and the slur mixed with the unswallowed food fell out of his mouth.

    At the entrance of the main hall, the old Taoist came out coquettishly with his crotch between his crotch, with a calf-licked hairstyle on his head, a straight and clean Chinese tunic suit on his body, and shiny leather shoes that could serve as a mirror on his feet.  His shoulders are also straightened, and the beard on his chin is a bit fairy-like, very confusing.

    Glancing lightly at the food on the ground, the old man combed the traitor's parted hair on his head with one finger, and said, "Aren't you so handsome that you can't open your eyes?"

    "Gudu" Xiang Que swallowed the food in his mouth, opened his mouth, and said in a very stiff tone: "No, what kind of demon are you?"

    Xiang Que has known the old man for twenty-three years. Except that he doesn't remember much before the age of five, the old man in his eyes for the remaining eighteen years is always in the same ancient attire, with unkempt hair and greasy hair.  The dilapidated Taoist uniform and the cloth shoes full of mud have never been changed for more than ten years, and his single-mindedness can already be regarded as outrageous.

    The old Taoist shook the ashes on the stone with his hands in disgust, sat down carefully, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and said slowly: "I'm going out to find my sunset red."

    Xiang Que blinked his eyes, and it took him a long time to realize: "What did you find your wife? Where did you find it?"

    "Tianshan Jingci Temple" the old Taoist said a little shyly.

    "Cough cough, cough cough" Xiang Que coughed several times, feeling a little dry mouth, took a big gulp from the spoon and rinsed his mouth.

    The old man frowned and looked at him and said, "Why don't you pay attention to hygiene, what kind of broken habit?"

    "Didn't I learn all this from you?" Xiang Que glanced at him, swallowed, hesitated but still asked: "I really went to find a Taoist nun, is it appropriate for you to do this? Patriarch Sanqing  Can you be willing? When you are old, just accumulate some virtue for yourself."

    The old man took two mouthfuls of food, then patted his buttocks and stood up, ignoring him at all: "Stay in the temple by yourself, I don't know when I will return after I go, let's say goodbye  ¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤Goodbye, too late to shake hands"

    Seeing the back of the old man drifting away, Xiang Que suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the hall without candles, and shouted with his neck, "No, where are the four soul lamps?"

    "Send it to your uncle, I can be regarded as relieved, I bid you goodbye." The old man walked away, and the figure disappeared.

    After a long time, Xiang Que took out a cigarette and smoked it silently. Xiang Que was very pleased to be able to come out of the temple. Except for the visit to Qilian Mountain, he had never left the ancient well temple for twelve years.  In eight years, it is really not easy for an old man to guard the Taoist temple for more than ten years.

    "I'm really holding back" Xiang Que sighed silently: "Let's enjoy your old age in peace."

    Under the hill, in Gujing Village, Lao Dao took a donkey from the village chief's house, sat sideways on the donkey's back, and raised a whip in his hand.

    "I rode a white horse, went through three passes, changed to plain clothes and went out of the Central Plains, and put down the Taoist temple, no one cares about me I just want to go to Tianshan Mountain"

    The old man flicked his whip, and shouted: "Damn the sun goes up to the top of the mountain"

    In Gujing Temple, Xiang Que got up, packed the barrels and put them in front of the door, then turned around and returned to the Jing Pavilion.

    The dilapidated Gujing Temple has gone the old way, and Xiang Que is left, and he will leave too.

    The ancient well temple is still dilapidated, but the ancient well temple is still the ancient well temple, because Xiang Que is still there, Qi Changqing is still there, the master uncle guards the underworld purgatory, and the old man goes to Xishan to find his sunset red, so what about Xiang Que and Qi Changqing?

    For several days in a row, although Xiang Que was the only person left in the temple, he still kept his long-lasting biological clock. He got up early to clean up the courtyard, waited for the villagers to bring food up the mountain, and after breakfast, he returned to Jingge to read through the notes of the former people of Gujing Temple.  In the dark night, unable to see things, Xiang Quhe lay on the rattan bed with his eyes closed and rested in his clothes.

    Get up early and go to bed early.

    Four days later, the bookshelves on the top shelf were already 50% familiar, and Xiang Que had a little insight.

    The ancestors of the ancient well temple, Xiang Que didn't know much about it before. The old Taoist and his uncle had never talked about the predecessors of the ancient well temple with Xiang Que. It seemed that they were very taboo about it.  I don't even know the name.

    After reading through the notes of predecessors, Xiang Que was shocked.

    During the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, the floods flooded and the people lived in dire straits. Mo Qing, the twelfth generation patriarch of Gujing Temple, imitated Dayu to control the water, and used Fengshui arrays to change the mountains, rivers and rivers by one person, and diverted water into the sea, so that the raging floods disappeared.

    In the fourth year of Yongli in the Ming Dynasty, the ghost city of Fengdu was destroyed by evil things, and countless innocent souls died.When he was born, he harmed people thousands of miles away, and even harmed the entire world. The eighteenth generation Patriarch of Gujing Temple, Chaoyang, rushed to Fengdu ghost town to seal off the ghosts.

    During the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a big fire in Huangshan, which lasted for three days and three nights. The 22nd generation ancestor of Gujing Temple went to Huangshan alone and sealed the fire with a large array to prevent the fire from spreading.

    In 1948, the twenty-eighth generation Patriarch of Gujing Temple went to the capital to set up a large array of national fortune!

    The people of Gujing Temple are unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future. They are compassionate and good at the way of heaven!

    Twelve days later, on the top floor of the Jing Pavilion, Xiang Que read through the ancient classics of Gujing Temple without missing a single one.

    At this point, it was time for Xiang Que to leave the mountain again.

    A day later, standing in front of the main hall of Gujing Temple, Xiang Que looked back and stood there dumbly, not moving for a long time.

    Looking at the ancient well, when people go, look at the sky.

    The old Taoist went to Tianshan Mountain, the uncle guarded the underworld purgatory, Qi Changqing didn't know where he was, and Xiang Que was about to leave at this time.

    "I don't know one day, the four of us will be able to reunite in the ancient well temple" Xiang Que finally cleaned the entire Taoist temple carefully from the inside to the outside, even if the ground in the courtyard was damaged two days after he left.  It will be covered with residual leaves and dead branches, and the whole Taoist temple will be covered with a layer of dust in a few days, and he has to keep the Taoist temple in the cleanest state when he leaves.

    Almost all men, women and children in Gujing Village went out, standing on both sides of the village road and looking at the figure walking down the hill, which was the last person walking out of Gujing Temple.

    "Xiao Xiang, are you leaving just like that?" The old village head was smoking his dry pipe, his face wrinkled together.

    "Leaving, but it's not like I'm leaving." Xiang Que gritted his teeth, waved his hand and said, "Masters, this is also my home. You don't have any reason not to go home, right?"

    "Yes, yes," the villagers nodded repeatedly, and Wang Erniang took out a bag of steamed buns and a pot of water and handed them to Xiang Que.

    "Go well, go well"

    On the village road, Xiang Que waved again and again to bid farewell to the villagers.

    Looking at Xiang Que's leaving figure, the old village chief suddenly opened his voice and shouted, "Qinchuan is dusty for eight hundred miles, and thirty million old Shaanxi operas are singing Qin opera Serve a bowl  The bearded face was beaming, and he didn't put any spicy food in his mouth I hope you will come back to Qinchuan again."

    Let me send you home with a roar of Qin opera!

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