The funeral ceremony of the old Taoist priest at the beginning of the year was very simple and concise, after all, the cultivators did not pay attention to all the prosperity and luxury in the mundane world. Of course, this is just what Ye Qingxuan said to Qingyuan Little Daoist.

The actual situation is that this broken Taoist temple, which only has a total of three houses and two Taoist priests, really does not have any capital to hold a beautiful funeral for the old Taoist priest at the beginning.

The whole funeral only lasted for a short morning, Ye Qingxuan was only responsible for covering the thin coffin of the old Taoist priest with a handful of loess, while the little Taoist priest Qingyuan was constantly reciting the classics for the master who had already ascended to the immortal, in order to transcend.

The two brothers worked all morning, and after completing the funeral of the old Taoist, Ye Qingxuan took a short rest, and then took the initiative to go to the room to prepare dinner.

Although Qingxuan Little Taoist has all kinds of differences, he makes good dishes, which has been unanimously approved by the Taichu Old Taoist and Qingyuan Little Taoist, and at this time, Ye Qingxuan, after inheriting Qingxuan's body and memory, naturally inherited his cooking skills.

In the past few days, Ye Qingxuan, who lived in the cloud house of the old Taoist priest at the beginning of the year, found a few jars of fine wine brewed by the old Taoist priest himself, and after discovering these fine wines, Ye Qingxuan had a plan in his heart on how to escape from here without being discovered by the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan.

Ye Qingxuan, who had wanted to leave for a long time, did not try hard.

But whenever Ye Qingxuan was about to leave secretly in the dead of night, the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan would always appear at the door of the Taoist temple like a ghost, blocking Ye Qingxuan with great precision.

Ye Qingxuan's behavior, in the eyes of the innocent Qingyuan little Taoist, was just the same as before, and he wanted to secretly go down the mountain to indulge in pleasure, so he followed the teachings of the master who had been feathered as usual, and it was over to block Ye Qingxuan back.

At the beginning, Ye Qingxuan thought that his secret had been discovered by the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan, and he was so frightened that he almost lost three souls and seven spirits, but after many times and combined with the memory of Qingxuan in his mind, he naturally understood what was going on.

Of course, after knowing all this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but despise Qingxuan Little Daoist a hundred times in his heart.

But how could the naïve little Taoist Qingyuan know that the Qingxuan in front of him was no longer his senior brother, but had been replaced by a person he didn't know at all? So just like that, by mistake, Ye Qingxuan's every effort became useless.

Ye Qingxuan was busy and made a very sumptuous dinner with materials that were not very rich in the Taoist temple, all of which could make the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan drool.

Although Qingyuan Little Taoist is indeed more able to adhere to the Taoist purpose of quiet and inaction than Qingxuan, in the final analysis, he is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and children are always greedy, let alone in this deep mountain Taoist temple without any pastime and pleasure.

"But after all, the master has just been feathered, and the two brothers are eating and drinking like this, isn't it a little bad?" The little Taoist priest of Qingyuan looked at the table of dishes and the busy figure of the senior brother with some confusion, and felt a little helpless for a while.

Ye Qingxuan, who was finally busy, came to the table and looked at Qingyuan, who was about to saliva to flow out, but he stood aside with a tangled face, and he couldn't help but feel very funny.

After a few days of getting along, he could also guess the thoughts of this somewhat simple junior brother in front of him, so he smiled faintly and said, "Senior brother, you can eat with confidence, senior brother, this is this table of dishes specially arranged according to the etiquette system of the mortal world." ”

Ye Qingxuan cleaned up, washed his hands, and then took out the wine brewed by the old Taoist priest at the beginning, and continued while doing all this, "In the mortal world under the mountain, whenever there is a white thing, the main family will hold a banquet, one is to thank the villagers and elders who came to help, and on the other hand, it is to hope that the deceased relatives will see that they are still well-fed and can continue to live peacefully and joyfully, which can be regarded as a kind of etiquette to comfort the ancestors!"

Listening to Ye Qingxuan's words, the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan couldn't help but sit down, but he still asked with apprehension, "But senior brother, according to our Daomen, the master is not gone, but the feather ascended to the immortal, and he will be an immortal in the sky, and he will see our every move, we are eating and drinking here is against the master's teaching of being quiet and inactive, you say that the master and his old man will be very unhappy if he knows?"

"This little Taoist priest is too simple!" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help crying and laughing for a while when he heard Qingyuan's words, he never thought that this cheap junior brother would take every word he said to the old Taoist priest seriously.

As a post-90s college student, a proletarian, an atheist, and a loyal supporter of Marxism-Leninism, how could Ye Qingxuan believe in feudal superstition.

But after thinking about it, since this kind of fantasy thing has happened to me, then I'm afraid there really is something like gods and monsters.

Thinking of this, after forcibly resisting the urge to establish a correct outlook on life, values and ideology for his cheap junior brother, he poured a glass of wine for Qingyuan unhurriedly, and then said, "Senior brother, we are just reassuring the master in a mundane way, if he knows, he will definitely not blame us!"

Seeing that his senior brother was so sure, the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan was not entangled, picked up the wine glass and picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

During the banquet, Ye Qingxuan frequently persuaded him to drink, but he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, such behavior became an important manifestation of the senior brother's "reform" in the eyes of the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan.

After all, although the wine precept is not a big precept among the Quanzhen precepts, the senior brother who likes to drink Master's wine the most on weekdays is not moved by the wine at this time.

So the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan, who was originally afraid that after he got drunk, his senior brother secretly went down the mountain, he was even more relieved and boldly drank at this time.

The two brothers ate Haisai nonsense, and finally wiped out the only inheritance of the old Taoist priest except for the Taoist temple, the two large jars of fine wine.

As a result, needless to say, the little Taoist priest Qingyuan was already drunk and unconscious at this time, and he was paralyzed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Looking at Qingyuan, who was drunk like mud, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little apologetic. After all, this little Taoist priest is the first person he has seen since he came to this world, and he is also the first person who really cares about himself.

Ye Qingxuan exerted all his strength to move the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan to the cloud bed, then sighed slightly, shook his somewhat sore arm, and said to the unconscious little Taoist priest, "Senior brother, although I am not your real senior brother, I still hope that you can be safe and smooth in the future, and after I leave, this Taoist temple will be up to you, and you will be the master of this Taoist temple!

After saying all this, Ye Qingxuan stood up lightly and walked out, and at this moment, the voice of the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan suddenly came from behind him.

"Senior brother, you can't go!" This call made Ye Qingxuan break out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously looked back, only to see the little Taoist priest Qingyuan lying on the bed without any image, and there were words in his mouth, "Senior brother, you can't go, the master said, only a Taoist priest who can cultivate innate divine skills can be the master of the Jade Void Vision, and I can't practice it, but you can cultivate, senior brother, so the master will ......be the master of the temple."

"What the hell? I'm not Wang Chongyang!" Seeing that this movement was just the dream of the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan, Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but speed up his pace while complaining in his heart, and walked towards the gate of the Taoist temple.

After only a few steps, Ye Qingxuan came to the main gate of the Taoist temple, but just as he stepped out of the gate with one foot, a clear and translucent voice without any emotional ups and downs suddenly echoed in his mind!