Love 5: I have an immortal view

“Little fellow daoist, I don’t know who entrusted you, and what did you send here?”

The old Taoist Qingyuan looked at Su Bei carefully, and then asked him about it.

“The layman who asked Pindao to bring things here has passed away today. His name is Li Baishu. Maybe you have never heard of Master Qingyuan…”

“However, after Master Qingyuan has seen this, he will naturally understand…”

Su Bei briefly said about the old man,

Immediately afterwards, he flipped his right hand and took out the wooden box from the system space.

The old Taoist Qingyuan who was close at hand was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Su Bei in shock.

He was puzzled,

Just now, there was nothing in the little Taoist’s hand.

Why did it suddenly turn into a wooden box just by flipping it out of thin air?

“Wow! Magic! It’s magic!”

At this time,

The little Taoist priest in the main hall of the Taoist temple shouted with excitement.

The last time his senior brother took him down the mountain,

Just at the country feast at the foot of the mountain, I saw this kind of magician performing magic.

Very miraculous!

Not only can you conjure playing cards with empty hands,

You can also turn paper or red silk scarves into pigeons, and you can also turn the 12 people into living people.

Ever since the little Taoist watched that performance, he talked about magic all day long.

So when I saw Su Bei take out the wooden box from the system space,

He directly regarded this as a magic trick, conjuring things out of thin air.

Su Bei didn’t explain either.

Just under the eyes of everyone’s curiosity and doubts, the wooden box was opened bit by bit.

Old Daoist Qingyuan stood opposite him, his eyes fixed on the wooden box.

After the entire wooden box is completely opened,

He originally had a somewhat stooped figure, but now he couldn’t help but trembled with excitement.

The originally cloudy and sunken eyes were blurred by tears at some point.

“Master…”

“Master…”

Several Taoist priests in the main hall saw the old Taoist priest’s body trembling constantly,

Quickly walked out towards the yard.

“Master…uncle…and brother…you, you are finally back…”

The old Taoist Qingyuan didn’t seem to hear it, he just stared at the things inside the wooden box.

The few Taoist priests nearby also looked towards the wooden box.

It turned out that there were several wooden hairpins inside, and a bell covered with green copper rust.

“Huh? Why are these wooden hairpins the same as ours?”

A young Taoist scratched the back of his head and stared at the things inside the wooden box with some doubts.

He found that the wooden hairpins inside were almost exactly the same as those on their heads.

It’s just that some are missing, and some seem to be dyed black by something.

Only one wooden hairpin is relatively well preserved…

“Master…uncle…brother…”

Qingyuan’s old-fashioned voice couldn’t help trembling slightly.

At the same time, he stretched out his dry hand and touched the few wooden hairpins inside the wooden box.

One by one, he carefully held these wooden hairpins in his hand,

He read all the names one by one.

It was exactly the same as in his memory.

Especially a broken wooden hairpin, Qingyuan old man remembers it very clearly,

This is the youngest of his senior brothers,

But at the age of fifteen, he had already gone down the mountain with his master and uncle to fight the war and help the world.

And he, because he was only eight years old,

That’s why they were left in the Taoist temple to continue the incense inheritance of the Green Bamboo Temple.

Even now, he can still clearly recall what his master and uncle said.

“Why did Master go here?”

“Peace the rebellious bandits, and help peace.”

“When will Master come back?”

“If you go back, it will be a prosperous age! If you don’t go back… then you won’t go back…”

Slowly, the sky began to rain lightly for some reason,

dense raindrops,

They flew in from outside the Taoist temple, and kept hitting the old Taoist Qingyuan’s face.

Unknowingly,

He seemed to have returned to decades ago, and saw the people from before.

It’s still in this Taoist temple, and it’s still those people he doesn’t want to give up, and they can’t forget.

His master, uncle, and brothers packed up their things and carried their swords, ready to say goodbye to him one by one.

Finally stepped out of this mountain gate…

At that time, just like today, there was sporadic light rain in the sky.

It was like spring rain, but it made the old Taoist feel desolate.

He will never forget that day,

I will never forget the figures of the backs who left the courtyard with their swords on their backs.

nearly seventyyear…

That day has passed since now, nearly seventy years…

Qingyuan Taoist is waiting all the time,

Looking forward to those few figures who left, they could suddenly appear from outside the Taoist temple.

But after waiting for so many years, he has not received any news at all.

Even since he became an adult, he would go out every year to inquire and search for,

I hope I can find out the whereabouts of my master, uncle, and brother.

After all, fallen leaves return to their roots,

No matter what, he couldn’t let them stay outside forever and never come back.

But he was disappointed, disappointed again and again.

Even if he is weak and unable to search for it now, he will let his disciples replace him…

After so many years, finally today,

He saw his master, uncle and brothers again.

Not one more, not one less.

It’s just that some of the wooden hairpins seem to be dilapidated…

Familiar faces kept flashing past Qingyuan old man’s eyes.

He seemed to see them again, smiling at him, waving at him,

Tell him, we are back…

“Master, uncle, brothers…you are finally back…”

At this time, the old Taoist Qingyuan was already weeping uncontrollably. Tears mixed with rainwater and fell from his eyes.

He stared at the wooden hairpin closely, as if he saw each of them.

“Brother, what happened to Master?”

The youngest little Taoist priest looked puzzled,

Some people don’t understand why the old Taoist Qingyuan burst into tears all of a sudden.

“You don’t understand, just watch quietly…”

The young man next to him shook his head and made a silent gesture towards him.

Compared with the little Taoist priest, he naturally knows more and knows more.

Each of those wooden hairpins represents his master’s relatives.

There are masters, uncles, and those senior brothers who are often talked about by the old Taoist Qingyuan.

They also grew up listening to those stories.

To quell the rebellious bandits, to help Taiping…

Only their teacher, the old Taoist Qingyuan who was only seven or eight years old, was left alone in the Taoist temple.

Even now, they seem to still be able to hear the voices that echoed in the yard back then.

Seeing the backs of those Taoist ancestors descending the mountain with their swords on their backs to rescue the vicissitudes of life…