Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 103
He Chang took the Zhujidan, and after successfully building the foundation, he could perceive the aura of heaven and earth, and absorb it into his body for his own use. He felt comfortable and relaxed, and the fatigue of driving the wooden kite before was swept away. null.

Stretching out her hand, Song Meijuan, who was in a daze, waved in front of her eyes, and asked, "Girl, what are you thinking about!"

Song Meijuan came back to her senses and exclaimed: "I just saw a light rushing out of your body, it's so bright and dazzling!"

He Chang was talking nonsense, "You must have fallen into the water just now, and you haven't woken up yet, and your eyes are dazzled!"

Song Meijuan frowned slightly, looked at He Changzai with a serious face, and asked:

"You can make a big bird made of wood fly, I guess you must be not an ordinary person!"

He Changzai reached out and grabbed Song Meijuan's slender hand, put it on his face, and said:
"Feel it, I have flesh and blood and warmth, why am I not an ordinary person!"

"You rascal!"

Song Meijuan withdrew her hand, blushed slightly, and cursed angrily.

He Changzai said teasingly: "I clearly remember that whoever said that the wooden kite flew to the sky just kissed me... There is no one now, but it is a good time to fulfill the promise!"

Song Meijuan looked embarrassed, and faltered: "How can you take what a woman says seriously!"

He Changzai glanced at his surroundings, and deliberately said:

"Song Meijuan, you want to play tricks on me, don't you? Look at this place. There are no shops in front of the village or behind... Be careful, I will leave you here alone!"

Song Meijuan pouted, with an aggrieved expression on her face, her eyes sparkling, and she said, "He Changzai, you bullied me!"

"Forget it, this matter can be owed first... let's go, I will fly you back!"

He Changzai said something, chanting a mantra in his mouth, and the wooden kite's wings fluttered and flashed in the water, splashing a lot of water.

Song Meijuan was unsteady and almost fell into the water. She subconsciously hugged He Changzai's waist, a little annoyed, and said anxiously:

"He Changzai, you are going to die, you still fly, you want to die, but this girl doesn't want to be buried with you!"

"Meijuan, hold on tight, let me show you what speed and passion are!"

He Chang was making a tactic with both hands, speeding up and flying towards the old house.

The strong wind made Song Meijuan's hair flutter, she was very scared, and pressed her body tightly against He Changzai.

Not long after, the two landed in the old house. At this time, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and the sky was pale.

After touching the wooden kite, Song Meijuan beat He Changzai over and over again, and said:

"Do you know, I almost scared me to death just now!"

"This is more exciting than wingsuit flying, I believe you will never forget it!"

He Changzai said something, turned around and walked towards the house, ready to squint for a while.

At this moment, the courtyard door was knocked, and a slightly vicissitudes of voice came out.

"Also ask the benefactor to open the door. I have come from a long way, and I want to ask for something!"

He Changzai was a little puzzled, what does this Taoist priest knock on the door of his house in the middle of the night, what does this mean?
After being dazed for a while, he paced over and opened the door, and saw two Taoist priests, one old and one young.

The little Taoist looked at Mu Yuan and said with surprise: "Master, I said that Mu Yuan fell into this house, right!"

The old man said:

"Little brother, our Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. It has been more than 30 years. Seeing your superb craftsmanship and being able to make such an exquisite wooden kite, please come back with us and help repair it... Don't worry, our Taoist temple is poor. , but I won’t use my little brother in vain, and I’m willing to pay one hundred thousand incense sticks!”

He Changzai smacked his lips, looked embarrassed, and said: "This is not a question of money, the night is already late, I want to sleep for a while, rest!"

Afraid that things might change, the old Taoist said carefully, "Our Taoist temple has a good Zen room, with paintings of bamboo orchids, plums and chrysanthemums hanging in it, as well as carefully selected and fried camellias, and incense to help people fall asleep peacefully!"

The greatest kindness a person can do in his life is to help others.

He Changzai naturally understood the meaning of the old saying, and responded: "Then I'll take you to take a wooden kite, it's faster!"

Hearing this, both the old Taoist and the young Taoist were overjoyed.

Immediately, He Changzai and the two got on the wooden kite, and under the command of the old Taoist, they flew towards the Taoist temple located in the deep mountains seven or eight miles away from the county seat.

Flying in the sky, the old Taoist was amazed when he saw many wooden kites with cinnabar painted with many obscure spells.

Turning his gaze to He Changzai, he looked up to him with great respect.

The little Taoist priest usually reads some Taoist books, and is very yearning for the characters flying around in the sky, such as gods, and now riding a wooden kite can be regarded as fulfilling a small wish

After about one stick of incense time, Mu Yuan stopped in the Taoist temple.

He Changzai came down from the wooden kite, looked at the Qingji Taoist Temple, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves, which rang crisply when the wind blew. He liked the environment and atmosphere here very much.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said to the old Taoist:

"Suddenly, I don't feel so sleepy, so I will stay up all night to help you repair this Taoist temple... Do you have any wood, some places need to be repaired!"

The old Taoist looked excited, and quickly said: "Yes, they are all high-quality wood. I have been preparing for 30 years to cultivate Taoist temples. Why don't you go to sleep first and start repairing tomorrow!"

He Changzai took a puff of smoke, and said slowly: "It's almost dawn, and it's not too late to sleep during the day!"

"Okay, young man, I will trouble you more!"

The old Taoist said something, and with a smile on his face, he took the little Taoist to prepare.

He carried the wood, and the little Taoist was responsible for carrying some odd tools.

After building the foundation, He Chang was able to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, and found that he was full of energy. Even if he stayed up late at night, he was not too sleepy or too tired.

Take a look at it as a whole, this Song Dynasty-style Taoist temple.

Regarding the problem of repair, I roughly have a spectrum in my mind.

Pick up the tools and start making new building components, let the old man move the ladder, disassemble and replace it.

Seeing that He Changzai didn't sleep in order to repair their Taoist temple, the little Taoist priest was stubborn, so naturally he refused to sleep.

I went to the meditation room to make a pot of good tea and brought it over for him.

He Chang worked from night to day, until sunset and dusk, and then he finished repairing the entire Taoist temple. He didn't mention the one hundred thousand incense money, and walked to Mu Yuan, ready to leave!

At this time, the old Taoist saw that his appearance was completely new, maintaining the original style of Taoism, his face was full of joy, he grabbed He Changzai, and said to the little Taoist priest:

"Dao Yuan, go and get my Qingnong Qin, I want to give it to my little brother!"

"It's the master!"

The little Taoist quickly ran to the meditation room, took out a guqin with a red silk ribbon, and handed it to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist handed it over to He Changzai, and said earnestly:

"This is a Guqin made of century-old phoenix trees called Qingnong, which was given to me by my master before his death. Please accept it. Otherwise, my little brother has done such a big favor to the Taoist temple. I will feel sorry for it from the bottom of my heart!"

"Then I will be disrespectful!"

He Changzai has been working for so long, but he is not polite to the old Taoist. He took the piano, drove the wooden kite and left!
(End of this chapter)