Chapter 95 The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

After he packed up his things, Liu Haohao's nagging returned to his own words. He lay back on the bed, his jelly-like belly heaving, and a bit of distress on his fat face:

"Junior brother, do you think my parents have given birth to another son? Why don't they let me go home? At the beginning, they just said that I would go up the mountain to be a Taoist priest for half a year to avoid the limelight, but I have been a Taoist priest for three years, and you came for another three years. Junior brother, it's been six years, I almost forgot that I am the son of a landlord!"

Lu Yuan almost laughed.

"And your national martial arts, I have already mastered it, I don't know how long I have to wait, ah~!" Liu Haohao patted his belly and sighed.

"Brother Haohao, although I feel sorry for you, it takes three years to become enlightened with my guidance. There is really no need to talk about this speed."

"That's not the point," Liu Haohao turned over and turned his back to Lu Yuan, "Brother, I'm talking about homesickness, you don't understand~!"

Lu Yuan wanted to say, Brother, your homesickness is in the town at the foot of the mountain, but when it came to his mouth, it became: "Then how about I accompany you to go back quietly to take a look?"

The fat brother shook his head immediately, "If my family knew that I was so girly, I would definitely be laughed at. I, Liu Haohao, will not be so spineless."

After saying that, he pulled at his pants that were a little stuck in the crotch.

"It's okay if your family doesn't see it."

Lu Yuan said, putting most of the talisman paper he had sorted into his bag, and carrying a small part with him, placing it in a convenient place to collect.

After doing that, he said, "Or brother, tell me your address, and I will help you check it out when you go down the mountain this time?"

After the voice fell, there was no response for a long time.

Lu Yuan turned his head and found that Liu Haohao had fallen asleep, and his breathing was gradually turning into snoring.

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The next morning, after tying his hair into a bun and putting on a Taoist robe, Lu Yuan stepped out of the gate of the Tianshi Mansion, smelling the unique smell of soil in the morning.

He was about to use his long-lost light skills to hurry on his way, when he suddenly saw a figure in front of him wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with a curly beard and a strong back.

That was his own master, Zhang Jingqing.

"Master, are you going to see your disciple off?" Lu Yuan asked uncertainly.

"Send you off? When did you have such a big face?!"

"Hehe, what are you doing?"

"You are prone to do things by any means. This time when you go to Shaolin, I am afraid that you will do something reckless, so I will go with you." The old Tianshi said the real purpose.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan's face showed surprise.

"Why, you don't want to go for me?"

Lu Yuan did not deny, "Master, do you really want to go for this?"

It's no wonder that Lu Yuan asked this. From the beginning, he decided to go to Shaolin, he didn't plan to let the old master come forward. It's not that it would restrict his freedom, but it's not appropriate.

Unlike going to the door to exchange martial arts, this time he went to the door to ask for other people's methods. As the leader of the Zhengyi sect, the old master, let alone coming out, even writing a letter is not appropriate.

If it falls into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, I'm afraid it will be over-interpreted.

Your Taoist disciples come to learn my Buddhist methods, or your old master leads people in person, what does this mean? !

Taoism is not as good as Buddhism? Or does your old master say that we have to give it to you?

Although Lu Yuan knows that in this world, the competition between Buddhism and Taoism is not so fierce, but it is really unnecessary.

In any case, this is a matter that damages the face of the Tianshi Mansion.

"You are a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion. Do you think that if I don't go, the old monk dares to teach you?" The old Tianshi said, leading the way forward.

"Tsk, did this matter cause me trouble?" Lu Yuan followed.

"You don't have to think too much. I'm going to have tea with the old monk this time, and take you to see the masters of the world. As for what you will do, I don't know!"

Lu Yuan instantly heard the hint in the words, but he didn't like to be so secretive. He glanced around and saw that there was no one else, so he said directly: "Master, are you saying that we should perform a play?"

The old Taoist priest glared at him, "What are you talking about? What play?!"

Lu Yuan smiled: "I see, Master didn't know about this in advance, it was my own sudden idea."

"What sudden idea?"

"I understand! It won't be abrupt for an eleven-year-old child to suddenly bring up this matter."

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

"I understand! Master, just accompany me to perform!"

"That's enough!"

"I understand, stop when it's enough, Master, don't worry, there won't be too many times!" Lu Yuan was beaming with joy.

The old master's face was a little dark, and he no longer paid attention to Lu Yuan. His body suddenly accelerated, and he took a step to go several feet away.

After a while, the old master noticed that there was a breeze floating around him. He looked sideways and saw that Lu Yuan seemed to be carried by the wind. His toes occasionally touched the ground lightly, which made him look like a fairy. His movements were very chic.

Knowing Lu Yuan's talent, the old master was no longer surprised by his various methods.

The two of them set off from Yingtan, Jiangxi, and headed for Songshan, Henan.

At first, Lu Yuan would chat with the old master about cultivation and tease him, but as the journey progressed, the chaotic scenes of this era gradually unfolded.

The farmhouses in the villages along the way were simple, the land was barren, and the farmers were pale and thin. The turbulent situation reduced the labor force, the fields were barren, and the grain harvest was sharply reduced. Many families could hardly maintain even the most basic food and clothing.

After entering the southern Henan region, the scene was even more desolate.

Warlords were in power and banditry was rampant. From time to time, refugees could be seen fleeing along the way. They were ragged, hungry, and staggered forward on the dusty road with their families.

On the roadside, you can occasionally see villages abandoned due to banditry, with broken walls and weeds, and the scene of smoke from cooking in the past no longer exists.

When you enter the town, industry and commerce are depressed, shops are closed, workers are unemployed, and small vendors are unable to make a living. The streets are dusty and sewage is flowing. People live in poverty and look sad.

Looking at the streets and alleys, beggars and sobs are not uncommon, and the whole scene is dilapidated and desolate.

Along the way, Lu Yuan gradually became quiet.

When he was laughing at the world, he had also experienced the turbulent times, but perhaps it was the special history of the present that touched Lu Yuan more.

Calculating carefully, this is the first time he has come to this world and felt the scene of this era so closely.

The previous train and boat rides cannot be counted, and what he saw and heard was too narrow.

Stepping into the streets of Dengfeng, Lu Yuan suddenly asked the old Taoist priest: "Master, what do you think we should do if the world continues to be in chaos?"

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest turned his head to look at his disciple. When he first entered the mountain, he heard Zuo Ruotong talk about Lu Yuan killing Japanese people. Now he was probably moved by the scene and wrote down his feelings.

But it's not a bad thing to worry about the country and the people.

The old Taoist priest said seriously: "The secular world is in turmoil, and the chaotic world is vast. If it is true as you said, the world will continue to be in chaos, then we monks should follow the trend, go down the mountain to save the world, and soothe the sufferings of the world."

"Taoists go down the mountain..." Lu Yuan looked at the distance and laughed softly.

He suddenly understood why the original six disciples of the inner sect only had Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Huaiyi, and Hetian Jinzhong left in the later generations.

Because some people went and never came back...

After a long time, Lu Yuan suddenly said: "Master, I put four books on the second floor of our Imperial Book Pavilion, and now I want to move them to the first floor."