Chen Qingtang heard the shout, woke up from his sleep, yawned, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, take your time." ”

Zhang Qingyin wiped a handful of tears and said intermittently: "Uncle is really a god. For so many years, I have never dreamed of my mother, and today I actually saw her in a dream. ”

Chen Qingtang asked, "What did your mother say to you?"

"She wants me to worship you as a teacher and learn from you. Zhang Qingyin said with a sincere face.

"Oh, that's right. Chen Qingtang was silent for a long time, put on his shoes and went to the ground, took out a scroll more than two inches wide from the blanket in the corner of the wall, blew off the dust on it, unfolded it, and hung it on the wall.

Zhang Qingyin looked at it intently, and saw a fifty or sixty-year-old Taoist painted on the scroll, with a crane hair and a childish face, fairy wind and bones, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with his eyes closed, meditating cross-legged on a bluestone slab, and a wooden sword and a yellow wine gourd next to him.

"Uncle, who is the old man in the painting?" asked Zhang Qingyin.

Chen Qingtang replied: "This is my teacher. Wood Kendo man - step Xiangchen, the master once said, when my temples are gray, I can open the incense door and accept apprentices, but when I accept apprentices, I want him to let the old man meet and meet each other. ”

"How do you meet?" Zhang Qingyin asked.

"You pour a glass of wine, toast his old man, see if his old man appreciates his face, and whether he drinks your glass of wine. With that, he handed the wine gourd at the head of the bed to Zhang Qingyin.

Zhang Qingyin took the wine gourd, looked confused, but it was hard to say anything, picked up a teacup, went to the front yard, washed it with well water, returned to the house, poured a glass of wine, raised it with both hands, and said respectfully: "Master, have a drink." ”

When the Taoist priest in the painting heard the sound, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the wine glass in Zhang Qingyin's hand, and smiled.

When Zhang Qingyin saw this scene, his mouth opened in shock.

"The wine glass was delivered. Chen Qingtang said.

"Yes. Zhang Qingyin sent the wine in the cup to the mouth of the old Taoist in the painting. Lao Dao drank the wine in the glass, smacked the taste, closed his eyes contentedly, and for a moment, his cheeks turned crimson.

Chen Qingtang said with some emotion: "Master, the amount of alcohol in his old man is actually very small, but he likes to drink two sips, and when a glass of wine is in his stomach, his face will become Guan Erye. Since his old man has drunk your wine, I will accept you today and be my great disciple. “

"Thank you. Zhang Qingyin knelt on the ground and bowed to his teacher. One worships the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, the second worships the patriarch, and the third worships the master as the father. Chen Qingtang sat on the bed and received three rings from Zhang Qingyin. After that, he reached out and helped him up.

"Apprentice, from now on, as a teacher, I will teach you two things. Chen Qingtang said.

Zhang Qingyin asked, "Dare to ask Master, what are the two things?"

"First, the vision of the world is different from ordinary people, and second, the means of being in this world. Lao Dao said proudly.

"Thank you. Zhang Qingyin glanced at the old Tao in the scroll and asked, "Master...... Master, where is his old man now?"

When Chen Qingtang heard this, he sighed and said, "On my fingers, Master and his old man have been immortal for ten years. ”

"How did the master pass away?" Zhang Qingyin asked.

Chen Qingtang sat on the bed and took a sip of wine, showing a rare decadence: "Ten years ago, the Zhixian Zen Master of Lanruo Temple sent his little monk to send a letter, saying that there was a house in Weeping Willow Village in the west of the city to make monsters, and several people had died in that house. After reading the letter, the master was going to refuse, because we Rong Ruotang had a verbal contract with Lanruo Temple, and the demons and monsters in the east of the city were under our control, and the ghosts, foxes, and fairies in the west of the city were in charge of them. But the little monk who delivered the letter said that it seems that the man-eating monster in the house has a lot to do with Rong Ruotang, and it seems to be a case done by people inside our Taoist temple. When Master heard this, he could not sit idly by. Took me to the west of the city, who knows, this time, the master never came back, leaving his life there......"