Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

  Chapter 145 Guiguan’s way of sending messages is really unique

   Qingping Temple opened its doors to welcome believers, and first welcomed two nobles.

   After respectfully offering a stick of incense to the patriarch, Qi Qian looked at the middle-aged Taoist standing beside him and asked, "Daoist Qingyuan, may I ask if the Chiyuan Temple Master is here?"

  Qingyuan cupped his hands and bowed in salute, and replied in a gentle voice: "A good man is very kind, it's just a coincidence that our family's temple master has gone wandering."

  Qi Qian asked again: "It's okay if the master is not here. In fact, we are here to seek medical treatment. Please ask the Taoist priest to introduce us instead of asking the master."

  Qingyuan looked at Yu Changkong, who was still standing motionless in front of the patriarch, his eyes never looked over, but his eyelids twitched from time to time, and his eyes seemed to be unable to focus.

  Thinking that when he entered the palace, his arm was always held by a servant, he knew that he had an eye disease.

  However, compared to his eye disease, this man's face is really bleak. Although he came from a noble family, his parents died, or he died violently. There is also an aura of good and evil lingering around him, which is very complicated.

  Qingyuan glanced at Qi Qian's parents again, lowered his eyes, and muttered in his heart, is it true that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black.

  A blind person with keen five senses, as if aware of Qingyuan's sizing up, Yu Changkong turned his head, his brows were shallow and cold.

"Master Daoist, we have come from a long way to seek medical treatment sincerely, and we hope to introduce you." Uncle Qian stepped forward, bowed his hands to Qingyuan, with a sincere face, and said: "If you don't ask Master to cure my master's eye disease, we are willing to give it to Patriarch Create a golden body."

  Qingyuan's eyes lit up: plastic body?

  He looked at the patriarch, and had the illusion that the old man's mouth was wide open. Look, the incense on the incense burner burns faster, isn't it caused by excitement?

He withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly, and said: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, don't ask for a teacher...Brother, she is practicing, and she doesn't know when she will leave the seclusion. The poor dare not make decisions for her. Good people may wish to rest in the guest house first. Dao sent a letter to ask?"

  Qi Qian: "She's not in the audience?"

"Yes."

   "It's too slow to send a letter, how about Taoist Qingyuan tell us where she is, and I will send someone to meet her quickly?" Qi Qian said.

  Qingyuan smiled and said, "It's not slow."

He took out a piece of yellow paper on the spot, wrote a few words on it, and then folded it into a thousand paper cranes. He chanted a mantra in his mouth and made a formula with his fingers. The full-length figure of the master circled around and flew out in full view.

   "Live, live?" Sifang was stunned, and stammered: "Master, a paper crane flew out alive."

  Oh my God, this is too shocking, it was obviously a crane made of a piece of paper, but the priest chanted some kind of curse, and it just came alive under their noses, and even flew away!

  Qi Qian and others felt that the door of shock had been opened, which is too mysterious.

  Seeing the astonishment and admiration of the crowd, Qingyuan felt a little complacent. He only showed his skills in order to attract believers in the audience, for the sake of incense and faith.

  Uncle Qian looked awe-inspiring, and cupped his hands to Qingyuan and said: "The Taoist priest is really skilled in magic."

  This is not a Guanzhu, so how profound is the Taoism of Qingping Guanzhu? And that doesn't ask for a master.

  He suddenly had a little more hope that the eye disease of the master monk named Hui Yun many years ago would turn around when he was about 20 years old. Could it be here?

   Qingyuan shook his head humbly: "It's just a small spell, and it took me a long time to learn this."

   Unlike some pervert, he is born with it, so that he is always scolded by the viewer, look at her, then look at you, is he learning shit?

   Woohoo, can he compare with a pervert?

  No!

  Recalling those years when some pervert crushed her academic practice, Qingyuan wanted to shed tears of bitterness.

   "Is this enough? Can you really receive it if you don't ask the master?"

   "Just wait, there will be an answer soon." Qingyuan said with a smile: "Why don't we move and wait?"

  Make a golden body, the patriarch heard it too, she couldn't move if she didn't want to, otherwise the patriarch would be angry.

  Qin Liuxi sneezed a few times early in the morning, and Qi Huang chased after her in a panic to add a cloak to her and help her pulse.

   "Don't rush around, you didn't catch a cold." Qin Liuxi waved his hands, suddenly seemed to sense something, pushed open the window, and a paper crane landed on the window lattice, she picked it up and unfolded it.

  Someone seeks a doctor and promises that the patriarch will build a golden body and come quickly.

   This is a message from Qingyuan.

  Shaping a golden body, generous!

  Qin Liuxi seemed to have a full-length golden statue in front of him, ouch, his eyeballs hurt so badly, he was blinding.

   "Let Brother Cheng prepare the car and go to the Taoist temple."

  Qihuang said: "Now?"

   "Well, now, Master Patriarch should be in a hurry!" Qin Liuxi took another piece of yellow paper, cut out a small paper figurine, and wrote two words.

   Wait.

  The little paper figurine was cut simply, with a broom head cut on the head, and two eyeballs were dotted with a pen. Afterwards, she chanted a curse, and her slender fingers began to pinch the formula, and dotted on the little paper figurine.

  The little paper figurine that was lying on the table stood up in an instant, bowed to Qin Liuxi with both arms, and turned around in a circle.

   "Go." Qin Liuxi flicked his broom head.

  The little paper figurine bounced off the table, turned around three times at a step, went out, and disappeared quickly.

   Qingping concept.

  Qingyuan brought camellia tea and vegetarian dishes to Qi Qian and the others, and introduced: "The cooks in the village below the mountain were invited to help cook them, and the taste is not bad."

  Uncle Qian asked: "It seems that there are not many priests in Guiguan."

"In fact, our Qingping Temple reopened ten years ago, and it was deserted before that. Everyone, except for the master of the temple, just didn't ask for senior brothers, and then I, two little Taoist boys, and one in the temple There are not many old Taoists who make orders to solve hexagrams, and we are still recruiting people. However, there are also a few lay Buddhists, but they are not ordinary."

   "So it is."

  Sifang put the tea and vegetarian snacks in front of Yuchangkong, and said, "Master, this steamed stuffed bun is very good, you should eat some too."

"Um."

  Qi Qian was rather impatient, and asked, "I don't know when the master will reply."

   "It's coming soon." Qingyuan said with a smile, before the words fell, he raised his eyebrows: "It's coming."

   Everyone immediately looked into the sky, coming, where?

  There is no shadow of the paper crane.

  Yu Changkong, who had just picked up the bun and took a bite, froze suddenly.

  He swept his hand towards his leg, and when he touched something, his hand went numb, and he retracted again, his whole body froze: "What the hell!"

  Everyone looked over.

  Boom.

   The bun in Sifang's hand fell on the table.

  But on Yu Changkong's black silk trousers' legs, there was a little paper man holding his trousers legs with both hands, crawling up, whistling and shaking the broom head.

   Climbing so hard, he still swept me down, huh!

   "I don't ask for a reply from senior brother." Qingyuan pointed to the little paper figurine and explained with a smile.

  Uncle Qian laughed awkwardly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said dryly: "This, Guiguan's way of transmitting messages is really unique."

  If someone had told him that paper dolls could move before this, he would have spat at him, but now...

   Sure enough, after living for a long time, I can see everything!

  (end of this chapter)