Several people left in the tea shed were stunned; when they woke up, the figure of the woman had disappeared.

Several people hurried over and asked, "What have you said for so long?"

The Taoist priest's face was a little twisted: "Can you please care about my injuries first?"

The tea owner exclaimed. Because the Taoist priest's face was calm, although he saw blood on his sleeve, he thought it was nothing serious. Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest was obviously in great pain now, holding his left wrist, as if he could not even move.

He hurriedly lifted his sleeves to see him, gasped and said, "Don't move first, I'll get some clean water - this woman is so hard to do."

The Taoist priest had already tore off his sleeves and bite the ground, trying to wipe the blood from his arms. Several people surrounded him and someone said, "I can't tell you, a little Taoist priest, and you still have two tricks, and you didn't say a word just now."

"If it's really a bit of a sudden, she's still merciful." The Taoist priest laughed at himself.

"I always remember you are a little martial." The tea owner brought the water and said. "Otherwise, how could he still catch her thin silk without traces-I didn't even see her."

The Taoist priest laughed, "I have learned martial arts, but I am less capable than my fortune telling skills. It's better not to catch them if I catch them."

"Didn't you have a sword?" A man next to him pointed behind him. "Isn't it better to cut her thin silk with the sword just now?"

"That wooden sword for praying for Dharma?" the Taoist priest smiled.

The man exclaimed, "I forgot that the Taoist priest only has wooden sword."

As the crowd said, they laughed.

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Times have changed, and the injuries healed very quickly, and the memories of this day have faded away quickly. A woman in white is just one of all kinds of people he has met. When he was telling fortunes with his master in the past, he saw so many strange faces and many dangerous scenes. Speaking of which, this woman is really nothing.

But Master, he is no longer here.

He went to the riverside to pay tribute at dusk at dusk. Today is the 100-day ceremony for Master. He still remembers that when he was young, he liked water, especially his master to take him on a boat. Therefore, the river is a place that has a lot to do with Master in his memory. When the old Taoist priest just passed away, he had not eaten or drunk for several days and walked back and forth along the river, but he was unwilling to accept such facts. Now more than three months have passed, he can even go in and out in the teahouse restaurant, imitating his master's previous appearance, and chatting and laughing with others.

There is no way - although I also wanted to imitate the filial son and virtuous disciples who were guarding the tomb for three years, I still had to live, so I had to raise the "iron-mouthed" flag on my master.

He became a monk and practiced Taoism since he was a child. His only relative was this master. He also knew that he would be like his master and would be his family for the rest of his life. However, when this lonely day suddenly came, he still felt deeply unaccustomed.

If he could guess that day, the woman in white was also mourning and mourning. In fact, of course, it was her white dress. He just smelled her aura of loneliness, which made him immediately determine that she was in the same "unused" as himself. He was not sure about the situation of Lingyin Sect, but when he saw the huge piano box, he also guessed in his heart that there might be no one else in Lingyin Sect.

If you have any impression of her, you will only be this loneliness of mutual appreciation.

The river surface was so calm that there was no wind at all, and the huge sun was disappearing from the water waves. It seemed that in just a moment, the sky suddenly became dark, as if all the sins were about to run out in an instant. He remembered that when he was a child, he was afraid of the night, so his master held up the wooden sword and pretended to drive away ghosts and kill monsters. Now that he thought about it, he could not laugh or cry. He just silently took down the sword and lifted it into the air.

This is a wooden sword and peach wood. It is said that it can ward off evil spirits, but the prayer for Dharma is always done by the master. I have never prayed for anyone at once. In fact, I have never liked to talk or move too much. Instead, I like things that need to sit down and study silently, such as studying the eight characters and studying the stars. This has always been the place where the master criticized himself. That day, the woman in white said to be "big talk" and the like. If he really wanted to cry, he would not cry.

"It's not that you want to talk big." - He still remembered that the master said clearly - "It's just that fortune telling is not the result of your hard thinking, but you need to be constantly verified with the master of fate. Especially when you haven't learned anything, if you don't ask him, how can you know if your push is biased? At the beginning, you might just be biased a little, but the more you push, the more you may be biased."

He sighed. Later, he kept trying to become more free and speak better. His temperament was indeed much brighter, but thinking about it, I am afraid that what I have learned so far is still less than 30% of my master. Moreover, fortune telling and other things are just a very small part of Taoism. Those who have not learned can only slowly study the manuscripts left by my master.

As for more things I want to ask but couldn't ask, I think there will never be an answer. Among them, including his own life experience he has been obsessed with since childhood. He once wanted to make a fortune, but he didn't know if it really had a dark meaning. Whenever he calculated himself, no matter which method he used, what he could see was just a mess.

"There are two people in this world that you can never calculate." The master once said. "One is yourself, and the other is the person you care about the most."

Okay, it seems that you should never think about your own life and your master's life. He thought so at that time. Now that the master is gone, who should be the person he cares about the most?

He lined up the people he knew, but he didn't know if he had lost his fortune. The names or faces of people seemed to have become symbols, without any emotion, let alone any concern.

By the way, I once had an adoptive father. He reminded himself again. When he was a teenager, by chance, the master and his disciple went to a large family in Huizhou. The owner of this family had a great chat with his master. The only son had a new life for less than two years, so he had to take him in. The master seemed to have something to travel far, so he really stayed in that family for half a year. He was indeed happy during that period, but he was a monk after all. Even if he became an adopted son, he could not get married and have children when he grew up, so he still followed him after the master came back.

I still remember that family's surname is Gu, so my name at that time was the original Taoist name added with Gu's surname, Gu Junli. In addition to his adoptive father, there is also a sister who is three or four years older than him, named Gu Xiaomeng, who also treats him very well. But if anyone among them is the "person he cares about the most", he can't get it.

He never went back later; he had no shame to go back. Of course, he understood what his adoptive father meant to return to secular life back then, but he never thought about that possibility. So, in other words, he had just eaten and lived in other people's house for half a year, and finally patted his butt and left.

The wooden sword was still in his hand, and a very complicated sword spike was tied to the hilt of the sword inappropriately. Yes, no wonder others didn't realize that it was just a wooden sword. But this sword spike...yes, this sword spike is something that I would never abandon.

He remembered that there was another person. He also met in the Gu family and was also a guest who came to the Gu family by chance. At that time, the man seemed to be in his thirties, and he should be nearly fifty now. The man was blind and could not see, but he heard that he was a famous person - by the way, his surname was Xia, and the sword ear was given to him.

When he remembered that his surname was Xia, he felt a little relieved for some reason. At that time, he was unexpectedly happy to chat with this elder named Xia. He thought to himself that the person I care about the most now would be him.

But the next moment, he fell into inexplicable sadness. The person I care about probably had long forgotten a child like me. More than ten years have passed, and I don’t even know whether he is alive or not, so what are I caring about?
Chapter completed!