Drunk Immortal Gourd

The young Taoist priest Qingyang left the city and walked along the main road for a while. When he encountered a fork, he walked from the path towards a group of rolling hills. After walking for more than half an hour, we bypassed a valley and climbed halfway up the mountain from the back. We saw a dilapidated small Taoist temple in the distance.

The Taoist temple is extremely dilapidated, and no one knows how many years have passed. Rotten beams, rotten tiles, broken bricks, and traces of repairs can be seen everywhere, as if it could collapse at any time. The small Taoist temple is also really small, with a radius of only two or three feet, and it doesn't even have a yard. The main hall is right after entering the door. There is only a little free space in the corners on both sides of the main hall, which is where they usually rest.

The main hall was empty, and as far as the eye could see, Master Songhe, the old Taoist priest, didn't know where he had gone. Qingyang was confused when suddenly an old voice said: "Little Zamao, why are you coming back just now? Do you want to starve me to death?"

Qingyang followed the voice to the back of the Taoist temple and saw a sloppy old Taoist priest lying on the rocks under a crooked-neck tree. The old Taoist had white beard and hair, and was wearing a shabby Taoist robe. He was thin and had a ruddy face. He brushed his beard with one hand and put his head behind his head with the other. If you didn't take into account the sloppy clothes, he could be considered to have a childlike appearance.

This old Taoist priest is none other than Master Songhe, the master of the little Taoist priest Qingyang. There is a huge wine gourd next to the old Taoist. When he sniffs, there is a faint smell of wine floating around. I don’t know if the master has drunk it. How much, before noon, he was already drunk and hazy.

Seeing the carefree look of the old Taoist priest, Qingyang was immediately filled with grievances and said: "You say I am a little bastard, but what are you, master? I work hard to make money outside, and you are lying at home leisurely. Is there any reason for me to cook for you when I come back?"

The old Taoist Songhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "I am your master. It is natural for a disciple to serve his master. I have worked so hard to bring you up, just for today? Do I, Master Songhe, need to do the cooking myself? Can’t do it?”

The little Taoist priest Qingyang snorted coldly and said: "I'm afraid this is the purpose of tricking me into going up the mountain in the first place, right? Old liar! If it weren't for you, I might be sitting in the Gongyuan of Xiping Mansion taking the exam now. If I were lucky, Even better, if you get to high school in one fell swoop, you will be promoted and make a fortune in the rest of your life, which is better than spending time with clay and wood carvings on this mountain."

Hearing Qingyang's words, the old Taoist priest Song He suddenly raised his white eyebrows and said angrily: "You ungrateful little bastard, if I hadn't brought you up the mountain, Master, you would have been scolded by your harsh words." My sister-in-law is starving to death.”

Qingyang called Songhe an old liar, and he was not wronged at all. This old Taoist priest Songhe cheated, cheated, drank, gambled, and cheated when he was young. What kind of bad things did he not do? Otherwise, Qingyang would not be able to learn the skill of using empty hands.

Of course, Songhe didn't rely on these skills to bully ordinary people. These were just his means of self-protection. The world is dangerous, survival is difficult, and there is no way to defend oneself. How could the old Taoist Songhe survive until now?

However, what the young Taoist Qingyang said is not wrong. He was indeed transferred from the mountain by Songhe ten years ago. Qingyang originally lived in a small town under Xiping Prefecture, and his family background was fairly good. After his parents passed away, he lived with his brother and sister-in-law. It's a pity that my brother and sister-in-law were not virtuous and suffered a lot when they were only five or six years old. Beatings and starvation were commonplace.

Under normal circumstances, Qingyang didn't know whether he would survive to adulthood. Later, he happened to be met by Songhe who was traveling there. Seeing how pitiful he was, he used a bunch of candied haws to carry Qingyang to the mountain.

Although Songhe carried Qingyang up the mountain, he still saved his life. Qingyang could not argue, so he said angrily: "You lied to me first. At first you said that you were the descendant of the gods. There are many immortals who have become immortals." You can become an immortal master that everyone admires, so I followed you up the mountain. But what have you taught me over the years? They are all tricks, what are you if you are not an old liar?"

After being exposed by his apprentice, Song He blushed and said, "Isn't cheating and kidnapping a skill? If you learn how to do it, you can still support your family."

"Anyway, you lied to me." The little Taoist priest Qingyang still refused to accept it.

"You can't blame me entirely. My master deceived me in this way at the beginning. Now that our Taoist temple has been spread, we only have these deception methods. If I don't spread it to you, why are you spreading it?"

Old Taoist Songhe first expressed his grievances, and then said: "Master Taoist, I have passed on all my skills to you. Now all that is left is Po Tao Temple and this wine gourd next to me. You can take whatever you like? This The wine gourd is the token of the leader of our Taoist temple, and it is said to be a great treasure. I will pass it on to you today, and maybe you can research it one day."

Growing up, Qingyang had studied the wine gourd countless times, but he had never found anything special about him. Hearing what his master said, he curled his lips and said, "You're trying to trick me with that broken gourd again. Who are you?" As for the letter, you should continue to hold it."

Seeing that Qingyang was not fooled, Songhe picked up the wine gourd, drank a sip of wine for himself, and said with a smile: "Forget it if you don't want it, I will continue to drink. Little bastard, why don't you hurry up and cook? Master Dao I'm almost starving, and I've wasted half a day here with you."

It was just a habitual quarrel between the two, and they would not become angry just because they were called a bastard or an old liar. The two have been dependent on each other for nearly ten years, and their relationship is so deep that it has long surpassed the relationship between master and disciple. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are father and son.

Not only Master Songhe was hungry, but Qingyang was also hungry. The little dry food he brought with him when he entered the city was all eaten up last night. After traveling all morning, he was already hungry. Qingyang could only curl his lips at Songhe, then turned around and entered the Taoist temple to prepare lunch.

Qingyang and Songhe's lunch was very simple, just a little cooked brown rice and a small plate of pickled vegetables. Qingyang finished the meal and then said to the back: "Old liar, it's time to eat."

"Master, my legs are numb from lying down, please bring me some food," Song He said.

Qingyang had no choice but to obey the master's instructions. He filled a bowl of rice and carried it to the back of the Taoist temple. As he walked, he murmured in a low voice: "You are really good at summoning people. Let me bring the rice to you now. If you don't do it in the future, I know how to move, but I still don’t know how to serve.”

Songhe seemed to have a good ear, and continued: "You are the disciple and I am the master. Just wait and see. When you become the master one day, you can also command him vigorously."

"Hmph, then I will recruit a few more apprentices, at least four or five. One will beat his legs, one will fan himself, one will pour tea, and one will serve the meal. I will envy you to death." Qingyang said.