MTL - My Weird Life-Chapter 14 retreat at noon

   Chapter 14 Retire at noon

  The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow reflects the wall of Longshan red.

   There are shadows of trees around the Yunlong Temple built on the middle of the mountain.

  The old man with his hair in a bun, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, rode his electric bike to the gate of the Taoist temple and tied it down, turned around and lifted a plastic bucket from the electric bike, put a long package on his back, and stepped into the temple.

   "Apprentice, apprentice!"

   He had a smile on his face, shouting as he walked.

   The old man who looks to be in his 70s or 80s, carrying a heavy plastic bucket, can still walk like a fly.

   Crossing the aisle and bypassing the main hall of Sanqing, the old man saw blue smoke coming from the chimney of the stove in the backyard.

  The young Taoist priest with two hands of pot ashes came out from the stove, also smiling, took the plastic bucket from the old man's hand, stretched his head and said, "My rice is ready to be steamed.

  How many fish did you catch today? "

  At a glance, he saw several big fishes rolling back and forth in the clear water.

   The expression of the young Taoist changed, Master was full of fish, but he became unhappy: "Why are you catching so many fish?

   Pickled fish on Monday, boiled fish on Tuesday, braised fish on Wednesday, braised fish with sauce on Thursday, and stewed big fish with vermicelli on Friday... This is the second week, and the fish caught last week are still in the tank! "

   For a fisherman, being able to catch fish every day is naturally a great joy in life.

   But it was never a good thing for his family.

   Anyone who eats fish three times a day will not be able to bear it for three days.

   "Hey, if you can't finish eating, just put it in the tank and keep it." The old Taoist smiled shyly, "If it doesn't work, I will send some to the villagers at the foot of the mountain."

"Send it." The young Taoist shook his head, still poured the fish into the large water tank in the courtyard, and said while falling, "I sent a few big crucian carp to Uncle Zhang's house the day before yesterday, and he brought it yesterday. A bucket of white fish.

   I gave Uncle Wang's family a large silver carp, and he gave Huang Lading.

I…"

  The old Taoist wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, suddenly cocked his nose, and said abruptly, "The rice is mushy!"

  The young Taoist hurriedly put down the bucket and rushed back to the kitchen.

   Seeing him gone, the old Taoist let out a sigh of relief, and went back to his bedroom with his hands behind his back to change his clothes.

   At this time, the young Taoist priest had moved a small square table to the courtyard and set up a bench.

   brought a pot of rice, two salted fish, a plate of mixed vegetables, and a tomato egg soup on the table.

   He first filled Master with softer white rice in the center of the pot, scooped out a bowl of rice, and sat opposite Master, took chopsticks and mixed vegetables and stuffed it into his mouth along with the rice.

   The old Taoist also took a chopstick and chewed vegetables slowly, and he and his apprentice had a tacit understanding not to touch the two salted fish.

   scooped half a bowl of soup for his apprentice, and the old Taoist asked, "Yunqing, is anyone here today to watch the incense?"

   "Yes!" The Taoist priest named 'Xie Yunqing' responded without hesitation, "Some people say that they have nightmares at night and feel that they have dirty things.

   Isn't this superstition!

  I persuaded him to go to the psychiatric department of the hospital, but he came here and begged me to sell some of his instruments from Taoist temples. I couldn’t beat him, so I lent him the imperial bell that you never used.

   Agree with him, and send it back when he runs out. "

   The old Taoist priest's hand trembled.

   looked up at his apprentice: "You just gave my imperial bell to someone else?!"

   "That's right." Xie Yunqing didn't know why, so he scrambled the rice quickly and said vaguely, "Is there any problem?"

   "his-"

  The old Taoist was so hung up that he almost didn't take a breath, his eyes were a little dark, but his tone was very soothing: "It's nothing, it's nothing.

  Since others need it, there is nothing wrong with lending it to others..."

   "Don't worry, that person doesn't look like someone who has borrowed and never returned it." Xie Yunqing smiled and said, "He and Master are in the same group, both are fishing enthusiasts!"

   Hearing that the apprentice left the contact information of the other party, the old Taoist felt a little better.

   Hearing the apprentice continue: "That person is quite humorous. He told a Taoist priest of mine that the feng shui of our Taoist temple is not good and it is gloomy. Let us go down the mountain and live for a while."

   "That's really humorous, hahaha..." The old Taoist laughed, swallowed the soup in his throat, and asked his apprentice with a blushing face, "What's that person's name, do you have an impression?"

"Remember!"

   "The name is easy to remember, it's called Su Wu, the afternoon when the afternoon arrives!"

   "Su Wu... It's the noon at noon, am I right?"

"Yup."

   "Eating, Master, why are you going back to the house!"

  …

   In the simple bedroom, there is a Tai Chi gossip picture on the wall opposite the door.

   There are offering tables, shrines, and futons under it.

   Several instruments were placed on the offering table.

  The old Taoist hurried into the room, climbed onto the bed, and opened a large wooden box at the foot of the bed against the wall.

   He took out the neatly stacked new clothes one by one,

   Pull out a Taoist scripture from the bottom of the box.

   Fingers covered in calluses turned over the yellowed Taoist scriptures, and finally found a note in the book.

   There are sixteen red-letter prophecies written on it: when you meet a mountain, you rise up, when you meet a dragon, you prosper, when you meet a noon, you retreat.

   "Retreat at noon, retreat at noon..."

   "It was supposed to be here, the time has come..."

   The old Taoist muttered to himself, a hunch arose in his heart.

   At this moment, Xie Yunqing followed into the room and looked at the master who was half seated on the bed. He suddenly felt that the master seemed to be much better.

   He felt a deep sense of unease in his heart, and cautiously asked the old Taoist priest, "Master, what happened?"

   "It's nothing." The old Taoist folded the note into a ball, turned his head and smiled at his apprentice, "Yunqing, let's go down the mountain for a while while it's still light."

  …

  The morning light is faint, the uncles and aunts of the antique market in Mingzhou have set up their stalls early.

  The stalls have everything from clay figurines and stone polished pieces from prehistoric civilizations to bronzes and tiger seals from the Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, to modern and modern old cameras, old watches, and old potato chips (expired and not recommended for consumption).

   "How much is this?"

  Su Wu picked up a terracotta warrior from the stall and measured it in his hand.

   "This is 80,000!" The old stall owner quoted a price without hesitation.

"twenty!"

   "Sell or not?"

   The old man scratched his head, and when he heard the price that was very different from his price, he hesitated: "Twenty, that's too little, look at this work, this is pure antique from the Qin era...

  You add ten more!

  Hey, don't go!

  Add five, three, three bucks too…”

  Su Wu dropped the pottery figurines and walked into the crowd without looking back.

   For fear that he would be dragged by the stall owner if he took a single step, he was forced to buy the old antique from the 'Qin Dynasty' for twenty yuan.

   Can the real Terracotta Warriors appear in the antique market?

   Can you still buy it for twenty dollars?

   Even if you buy the real thing, do you take it to the prison for appreciation?

   He just tried to follow the online guide, and the same stall owner quoted a price, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth, and the 80,000 yuan thing was directly cut off by 79,980.

   (end of this chapter)