The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 123

Pei Jiya: “About my cousin.”

Afu: “Oh.” She thought that her master might really be afraid of his cousin. In fact, she also felt a little scared.

Wu Zhen walked out of the courtyard and waved to the Taoist priest Li Dong who had come to visit him. “Here.”

Young Taoist Priest Li Dong came over quickly and asked, “Little Master, did you find anything?”

Wu Zhen: “The problem has been solved. We can leave now.”

Taoist Priest Li Dong was shocked. Before he could figure out what was going on, his Junior Master had already solved the problem. The Junior Master was indeed the Junior Master! Taoist Priest Li Dong trusted his Junior Master’s words and immediately informed the other Taoist that the problem had been resolved. He then promised Mr. Tao that he would find someone to help with his wife and daughters’ problems. After that, he and Wu Zhen went to Changxi Temple in Xiling Mountain.

There were no problems on the road this time. The two arrived at Xiling Mountain at dusk and walked through the dense forest for half an hour before reaching the gate of Changxi Temple.

To Wu Zhen’s surprise, the famous Taoist Changxi Temple was not only in a remote location but also in a very dilapidated state. The plaque was peeling, the walls were covered with moss, and the large stone used as a step at the entrance was torn and old. The entrance was small enough for only two people to walk in side by side, and the two small wooden doors creaked open with a slight push, and neither of them was locked.

Li Dong closed the gate and said to Wu Zhen, who was standing in the courtyard looking around, “Junior Uncle, you must be hungry after a day’s journey. Master and the other brothers should be eating in the dining hall at this time. I will go and inform the Grand Master that Uncle Junior is back. Uncle Junior, you can go to the dining hall to eat first.”

He hurried to the right, leaving Wu Zhen standing alone in the yard.

It was too dark to see clearly, but the front yard of Changxi Temple was also old and quite large. She put her hands behind her back, looked around, walked through the side hall, and headed back toward the place with sound and light.

Although Wu Zhen didn’t know the way to the dining hall, she could find it by smelling it. A spicy smell hit her nose, and Wu Zhen stood at the door of the dining hall, thinking that it was no wonder that her husband could eat spicy food. It turned out that it was how the Taoist priests in Changxi Temple usually ate.

Wu Zhen, who wasn’t afraid of strangers, walked into the dining hall of Changxi Temple. Facing countless pairs of sharp gazes, she stood still and remained calm.

She even smiled and greeted everyone in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you, everyone.”

There were originally quite a few people talking in the dining hall, but now they were all staring blankly at Wu Zhen, who was standing at the door. Some Taoist priests, who had shown joy at seeing their ‘Junior Uncle’/’Yunior Brother’ return, were stunned when they heard him talk and saw his smile.

The sound of clattering could be heard constantly, all caused by people dropping their bowls and chopsticks in a daze.

No one spoke. All the Taoist priests, old and young, stared at Wu Zhen in astonishment and confusion.

Wu Zhen smacked her lips, glanced at the dishes on the tables, chose a table that didn’t seem to have as many peppers, and naturally sat in one of the empty seats. Under everyone’s gaze, she served herself and started eating, and called out to them, “Everyone, eat.”

She had been traveling all day and had not eaten, so she was hungry.

An old man with a white beard sitting next to her looked at her nervously, “Junior Brother Guyu, what’s wrong with you? Is there something wrong?”

A Taoist priest who was a little younger but also had a beautiful beard sitting on the other side asked worriedly, “You’ve been down the mountain for so long, and there’s no news. You’ve suddenly come back. What happened?”

The other silent Taoist priests also stared at her. Although they didn’t say anything, they all had the same question on their faces. Wu Zhen put down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped her slightly spicy mouth, and smiled at the two bearded brothers on her left and right, “You two Taoist priests must be Zhu Yu’s brothers. This is a long story. In fact, I am his wife. We married in Chang’an. My name is Wu Zhen.”

Seniors and juniors: What the hell? Was there something wrong with our ears or with the Junior Uncle/Junior Brother?

Seeing that they were all in a daze, Wu Zhen spared a few polite words and focused on filling her stomach.

When the Master of Changxi Temple, Taoist Siqing, arrived at the dining hall, he saw that all his disciples were like silly roe deer, stretching their heads and staring blankly at his disciple who was concentrating on eating. The scene was filled with an indescribable awkward and subtle atmosphere.

Taoist Siqing laughed when he saw this. His laugh was full of energy, and his voice was like a bell. He shouted, “Children, come back to your senses!” And instantly broke the dull atmosphere in the dining hall.

Seeing that the most senior master of Changxi Temple had arrived, all the disciples put down their bowls and chopsticks and stood up. The old men with beautiful beards sitting at Wu Zhen’s table were particularly worried. They said to Taoist Siqing, who walked into the dining hall with a swift and fierce step, “Master, there seems to be something wrong with our junior brother. He was talking nonsense just now. I wonder if he has lost his mind. Please come and have a look.”

Wu Zhen choked on her rice and took a sip of soup to finally swallow the spicy food in her mouth. She muttered to herself about how he could casually say that someone had lost their mind, while looking at the legendary Master of Changxi Temple, Taoist Siqing.

That Taoist Priest Siqing was not what she had imagined. He did not have the fairy-like white beard and Taoist bun, nor did he hold a whisk and look otherworldly. Taoist Priest Siqing looked like he had maintained his youthful appearance. He was really too young. It was said that he was over a hundred years old, but he looked no more than fifty years old. He had a strong build and a rough aura. He did not look like a Taoist priest at all, but more like a rough and sturdy man wandering around the world.

Wu Zhen felt uneasy when she saw several Taoist priests who looked older than him gather around him, respectfully calling him, “Master,” and offering their hands to support him.

Taoist Siqing laughed heartily, with a short beard on his chin. He walked to Wu Zhen’s side, and when he saw her standing up, he pushed her down to sit and said, “Eat.”

Being pressed directly onto the seat by a weight as heavy as a mountain, Wu Zhen began to understand why her husband was so strong. It seemed that ‘like master, like disciple’; the strength of these master and disciple came from the same source.

Taoist Siqing looked at Wu Zhen carefully for a while, then turned to his disciples and said, “I see, your junior brother is doing fine. He seems to have gained some weight and his face is rosy. What’s wrong with him?”