Chapter 82 Misunderstanding

My sister and I were stunned for a moment, it seems that this family seems to have a little ability, and there are not many people who often come to them.

Of course, many old Chinese medicine doctors or old gentlemen will have people come to them for help.

I took a look inside the room, there was a shrine in the middle of the room, and there were three small statues in the middle of the shrine, this idol was not Sanqing nor the Buddha of Buddhism, but Sanmao Zhenren.

Even if ordinary people offer to the gods at home, they will not worship Sanmao Zhenren, only people like us, and learn Maoshan art will worship Sanmao Zhenren.

Sanmao Zhenren is also known as Sanmaojun, the founding ancestor of the Maoshan faction, and has a high status in the Maoshan faction.

The people who worship them are basically disciples of the Maoshan faction.

Could it be that this family is also a peer?

I tentatively made a handprint of Taoist meeting: "Hello, I am the descendant of Shanshu, this is my junior sister, the descendant of Gesoshan Mountain, I am disturbing today, mainly to ask for some things." ”

It's easy to talk about asking for advice, and when the time comes, you can talk nonsense, and at this time, it's the most important thing to get in.

The girl glanced at my handprint, and actually made the same handprint: "The two Taoist elders are good, I didn't know that the two were Taoist friends just now, how offended, let's sit down first!" ”

This mudra is actually of no use, it is a greeting mudra, but now there are very few people who know it, but it has become a "code" for our industry, but no one in our line has ever deliberately concealed these handprints.

"That bothered!" I politely said goodbye and entered the house with my sister.

The decoration in the house has a strong classical flavor, and at a glance, you can see that the family still knows a lot about classical culture.

It's a shame to say that, although I belong to this industry, I really don't have much exposure to classical culture, and I really don't understand these things.

When the girl entered the door, she shouted, "Grandpa, a Taoist friend is here." ”

Soon, an old man wearing a set of Tang clothes walked out of it, walking steadily, with gray hair and a big back comb, and he looked very energetic and decent.

We greeted each other, this old man's name is Zhang Wei, and it was his granddaughter who opened the door for us just now, that is, the girl we saw going out to buy things and coming back.

The girl's name is Zhang Zitong, and judging by her appearance, her age should be similar to ours.

Speaking of which, they and I are still our own family.