C20 Rural sophistry

Daoist Master Qingfeng had changed from his usual wide Daoist robes to wearing a suit and leather shoes. He wore a tie, and his hair was covered with hair gel. He also wore a shiny golden watch on his wrist, making him look like a nouveau riche …

Wasn't this Daoist Priest wearing a Daoist robe when he went out to exorcise ghosts? No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like I'm going to exorcise ghosts, but to attend the wedding banquet.

When the middle-aged man who had been standing outside saw Daoist Qingfeng come out, he quickly stepped forward to welcome him.

"Dao leader, you've come out. Shall we leave now?" As the middle-aged man spoke, he extended his hand towards Daoist Master Qingfeng.

Daoist Master Qingfeng glanced at him, then slowly extended his hand and shook it symbolically. He said with an extremely cold tone,

"Now."

Something was not right. Why had Daoist Master Qingfeng's personality suddenly changed? This wasn't his style.

After hearing Daoist Master Qingfeng's words, that middle-aged man immediately ran to the front of the BMW, opened the back door of the BMW respectfully, and let Daoist Master Qingfeng and I get on.

Just when Daoist Master Qingfeng and I were about to get on the car and leave, I suddenly saw a donkey cart coming towards us from the end of the road. There were two people sitting in the cart.

Seeing this, Daoist Qingfeng hurriedly said to him,

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Daoist Qingfeng, who was sitting in the car, looked outside and also saw the donkey cart. He got out of the car and looked at the donkey cart and said to me:

"This road only leads to us Bamboo Monastery, we aren't here to look for your master, who else could we be here for?"

The middle-aged man called Lin Sen who was sitting on the carriage earlier, at the same time, arrived at the donkey cart that was rushing over.

"Taoist-sir, that is …?"

Dao Master Qingfeng looked at Lin Sen and said in an indifferent tone:

"Just wait in the car."

While they were talking, the donkey cart came up to them. The driver was a man of about forty, and judging by his swarthy skin, he was a farmer. He often went to work in the fields.

There was an old man sitting behind the donkey cart. He looked to be about my grandfather's age.

After the donkey cart stopped, Daoist Qingfeng looked at the two and softly said:

"These two people have the smell of tombs. They definitely dug someone else's grave." He spoke as if he were talking to himself, or to me.

When I heard Daoist Qingfeng's words, I was also stunned. The two people in front of me who just got off the donkey cart, no matter how I look at them, are just honest farmers.

"Master, is what you said really true? I don't believe your nose is any better than a dog's Turin. " I looked at Daoist Master Qingfeng and asked with suspicion.

After Daoist Master Qingfeng heard what I said, he did not pay it any mind and said with a smile:

"If you ever get the chance to go down to the cemetery in the future, you'll remember the smell inside for the rest of your life."

Just as I was about to ask Daoist Master Qingfeng what was the smell of the tomb, the two people walked towards us. The old man among them looked at Daoist Qingfeng from head to toe, then pointed at the entrance of the Bamboo Monastery and asked:

"Please, may I ask if there is anyone in the Bamboo Monastery?"

"There's no one inside. I say, Gramps, why are you here at the Bamboo Monastery? Are you here to give me the incense stick or are you here to give me the incense stick? " Dao Master Qingfeng looked at the old man and asked.

After listening to Daoist Master Qingfeng's words, I guessed that if the old man said he was going to give away the incense, he would immediately run to the door and open it for tea.

If these two really were thieves digging graves and robbing tombs, they would definitely often go to the monastery to give them some incense sticks and seek peace.

When the old man heard Daoist Qingfeng's words, he first shook his head and sighed. Then, he looked at the man behind him and said:

"Sigh!" Zhuang Zi, tell me … You say there's only one Taoist temple nearby, what can anyone do about it? Shall we go somewhere else to look? "

The farmer driving the cart also had a worried expression on his face as he said in a somewhat dejected tone,

"Village Chief, it's definitely too late for us. There's only one temple near our village. If we search further, we won't be able to make it back to the village before nightfall!"

Listening to the conversation of the two, Daoist Master Qingfeng interjected,

"Why did you come to the Bamboo Monastery? Tell me about it. "

"In the past few days, something big has happened in our village, the village has been expanding, in the middle of that land is an ancient tomb of unknown ages, our village has always wanted to dig out the coffin and the corpse, move to another place, and change the position of the dead. Who would have thought that as soon as we dug out the coffin, before the coffin was dug out, the village would start to die, and when it got dark, people would die, seven of them died in three days, and all of them bit themselves to death, do you think this is scary?" This old man has lived for so many years, it's the first time I've seen someone who can bite himself to death, and that means seven of them have died. Even after the police call the police, they still could not find a clue, so we wanted to invite the Spirit Master of the Bamboo Monastery to our village to take a look, if this continues, there will be more deaths in our village! "Not at all!"

It was only now that I understood that Daoist Master Qingfeng was right. They had indeed dug a grave, but it wasn't Tomb robber.

After Daoist Master Qingfeng heard what the old man said, he raised his eyebrows and asked,

"Is that coffin a sarcophagus or a wood coffin?"

"Stone coffin." the old man replied.

"Is the coffin facing north or south?" Daoist Master Qingfeng asked.

The old man thought for a while and said:

"North!"

"Are there any dead trees near the sarcophagus?" When Daoist Master Qingfeng heard the two words "facing north", his expression changed and he hurriedly asked a question.

After the old man heard Daoist Master Qingfeng's words, he looked at Daoist Master Qingfeng with a puzzled expression.

"How, how did you know?"

"Great sir, answer me first. Do you or do you not?" Daoist Master Qingfeng's expression was extremely serious.

"Yes, yes. That area is a puddle, and once it rains, it will be filled with water, causing all the trees nearby to die." The old man quickly replied.

Daoist Master Qingfeng coldly snorted and said,

"Humph!" "If those trees really die from the flood, then your village won't have any more dead people. Let me ask you, when you dug that sarcophagus, did you manage to dig seven willow trees that were half a meter long and four finger wide?"

"Ah?" Yes! You. "How did you know?" The old man looked at Daoist Master Qingfeng in shock.

"I am the monastery head of the Bamboo Monastery and also the sect master of Maoshan. My name is Daoist Qingfeng!"

"I am his disciple, the next master of the Bamboo Monastery." I stepped forward.

Daoist Master Qingfeng reached out his hand towards my head.

"You punk, you're still alive and well, where's the next one?!" I think your skin is itchy! "

"Are you really the temple owner of the Bamboo Monastery?" the old man asked doubtfully after carefully looking at Daoist Clearwind from head to toe.

Indeed, with his current appearance, if others were to look at him, they would only think that he was a nouveau riche, and definitely not a Taoist.

Daoist Master Qingfeng was displeased when he heard the old man's words. He looked at him and asked:

"What is it? Is he too handsome to be a Taoist? Why don't I show you Bamboo Monastery's real estate certificate? "

I want to puke, and I want to puke on Daoist Qingfeng's face!

"That's not true, if you really are Bamboo Monastery's temple master, can you help us go to the village and take a look? What is going on? If this person continues to die, then it would be amazing." The old man looked at Daoist Qingfeng and said with a lingering fear.

Daoist Qingfeng hadn't said anything yet, but Lin Sen, who was sitting in the carriage, was unwilling to do so. He stuck his head out the window and looked at the old man, saying:

"I say, Gramps, I'm not the one who talks too much. Let me be honest with you. Daoist Master Qingfeng is not someone you can afford to invite. The reason we are here today is to invite Daoist Master Qingfeng. Although Lin Sen's words were polite, his tone revealed a hint of disdain. With his pair of triangular eyes, it made me feel disgusted.

When the old man and the peasant heard what Lin Sen had to say, their faces revealed helpless expressions. They looked at Daoist Qingfeng and wanted to say something, but swallowed his words back.

Daoist Qingfeng said to Lin Sen who was in the car:

"You guys go back first. Wait for my call, I'll call you before you pick me up."

"Dao leader, you …. "I've already said it already. I didn't do anything today so I came here specifically to pick you up. I've been waiting for an entire morning already. No matter what you say, it doesn't make sense, right?" Lin Sen said unwillingly after hearing Daoist Master Qing Feng's words.

"Send my phone number to you, I'll return the deposit to you." Dao Master Qingfeng said.

"Don't! "We'll leave immediately, wait for your call, walk …" After Lin Sen heard Daoist Clearwind's words, he was so shocked that he hurriedly urged the driver to drive away. Seeing the two luxurious cars that had left in a cloud of dust, Daoist Clearwind disdainfully said,

"Humph!" How about money? If you have something to say, can't you just beg your father? "

Thirteen, Master is now telling you, in our line of work, the more you deal with people with money, the more you have to treat them with indifference. When you treat them warmly, they will think you are a liar, and the more you ignore them, the more they will respect you. Daoist Master Qingfeng said to me in a low voice.

I nodded to show that I understood.

After Lin Sen's group left, Daoist Master Qingfeng looked at the old man and continued to ask:

"Gramps, before I help, there's something I need to ask first. Did you open that sarcophagus?"

When the old man heard Daoist Qingfeng's words, he hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand.

"No, seven of them died even before they managed to dig it out. Who would dare to open the coffin?" "It was not opened."

Daoist Master Qingfeng had grown a beard over and over again. He nodded and said:

"Alright, this Taoist will go take a look."

Just like this, Daoist Master Qingfeng returned to the monastery and took out a yellow backpack for me to carry. Afterwards, we directly got on their donkey cart from the monastery and headed towards their village.

In the car, I asked Daoist Qingfeng, "Why are you dressed like this today?"

Daoist Master Qingfeng only replied me with one sentence:

"Do you know what it means to keep up with the times?"

I'm speechless.