Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 17 Eightieth Birthday
  "One! Two! Three! Up!"

"Hold on, move a little to the left!"

"Okay! You can let it go!"

In the courtyard, Su Heng let go of his hand holding the wooden board and breathed a sigh of relief.

This nearly square wooden board, about 7.45 meters wide and 7.55 meters long, is used to build tonight's stage. It is very heavy and cannot be lifted without a dozen strong men.

The bald man handed over a cigarette: "You guys look at Wenwen as weak, but I didn't expect that he is quite strong."

"I don't smoke." Su Heng sighed, "The old village chief really wants to perform on stage tonight?"

"Don't underestimate the old village chief. He used to be a well-known long-standing martial artist from all over the country."

Martial arts students are divided into two categories, long-term martial arts students and short-term martial arts students. The long-armed warriors all wear armor, helmets, thick-soled boots, and usually use long-handled weapons. This kind of martial arts student requires not only good martial arts skills, but also the demeanor of a general.

"No matter how you say it, you are eighty years old. It would be too difficult to play with a long knife."

The bald man blew out a puff of smoke: "That's why everyone is looking forward to it even more. Didn't you stay here just to see the eighty-year-old village chief play General Guan with your own eyes?"

Su Heng remained silent. He didn't stay for such boring things.

The reason why he helped with the birthday banquet dates back to an hour ago.

Yuan Jingshu received a call from Wang Zhiyuan, expressing his apology and informing his senior brother that he and Jinghong wanted to return to secular life and settle in Baihua Village.

At first, this decision was strongly opposed by Wang Zhiyuan. He thought that the two junior brothers were as good as before. Until Lin Wan'er made a video call and proved his love with Yuan Jingshu face to face.

A French wet kiss that was so passionate that everyone blushed.

Unexpectedly, after accepting this setting, Wang Zhiyuan's attitude reversed. He had long seen that the two junior brothers were not interested in inheriting Maoshan Taoism, and sincerely wished them to find their own path in life.

The two old men put their mobile phones on the screen and burst into tears. Their true feelings infected Lin Wan'er and Xia Xiaoling, and the eyes of the two women also turned red.

It all plays out like the happy ending of a drama film, except for one person who feels deeply unsatisfied.

Su Heng, he was always thinking about the transfer. When he saw that the atmosphere had eased, he immediately reminded the master.

Wang Zhiyuan thought about it for a long time. On the one hand, he felt that the dreams of the two junior disciples must be respected, and on the other hand, he believed that the promise to the apprentice must also be fulfilled. After weighing the balance, he came up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

He told Yuan Jingshu that there was no conflict between getting married and becoming a Taoist priest in Maoshan, let alone becoming a cook. For this reason, the two uncles did not need to return to secular life.

Since there is no need to return to secular life, the two of them can continue to be supervisors and recommenders.

As for the passing ceremony, it should be held before Yuan Jingshu gets married. Considering that it would be inconvenient for Yuan Jingshu to come back, Wang Zhiyuan decided to go to Baihua Village in person.

In this way, the three divisions are complete.

"When the time comes, I will bring the portrait of my ancestor and let you receive it in Baihua Village."

Su Heng was not allowed to refute, so the matter was settled. Wang Zhiyuan will leave tomorrow and is expected to arrive at noon.

It happened that Xia Xiaoling also asked for leave for Su Heng for the next two days, so she didn't have to worry about work for the time being.

When Yuan Jinghong heard about this, he asked the villagers to make a clean house in the back house. Now no matter what he said, he had to stay.

"Come on, Su Heng smiles."

Xia Xiaoling came over and insisted on taking a photo with him.

The red sunset glow is like a flowing Milky Way, with the moon hidden in it looming.

Under the setting sun, the dining table was covered with red plastic sheeting, and villagers sat down one after another. As the big lights in the courtyard were turned on, a cool breeze came from the distant mountains, causing a row of red lanterns under the eaves to sway slightly. “Let’s eat!”

Yuan Jinghong shouted loudly, and the waiters walked out of the kitchen one by one. The first course was a platter of bamboo shoot jelly, jellyfish skin, dried fish, lamb, seaweed and sugar-coated almonds.

"What is this?" Xia Xiaoling has never seen bamboo shoot jelly before. It looks like a piece of cake-shaped jelly.

"It's not jelly." The bald man explained enthusiastically.

The main raw material is a kind of worm. After boiling, the colloid contained in the worm body dissolves into the water and condenses into blocks after cooling. It was once one of the special coastal delicacies.

"It's actually a bug."

Xia Xiaoling looked disgusted, but the villagers encouraged her to try bravely.

Unable to resist such hospitality, Xia Xiaoling frowned, stuffed a piece of bamboo shoot jelly dipped in seasoning into her mouth, and chewed it while resisting the desire to spit it out.

As she ate, Xia Xiaoling gradually relaxed her brows, and then pushed Su Heng's arm: "Have a try, it's not bad, it's ice cold, sour and sweet."

"I won't."

Su Heng was not interested in bugs, he was more concerned about the situation at the main table.

The old village chief sat down. He was younger than he looked in the photo. He was wearing a blue cloth gown from the Republic of China period. His beard and hair were gray, but his eyes were still bright.

He greeted everyone with a smile.

Sitting next to the old village chief were his son's family of three. The son looks like a talented person except his granddaughter-in-law who is sweet and gentle, and the little grandson is pink and cute.

According to the bald man, his son and his wife work as dentists in the city and open a clinic. They are very busy on weekdays, but their income is good and they bought a house early. My grandson is three years old this year and has reached kindergarten age.

"But I heard yesterday that his son had just sold his apartment and was planning to move back."

Su Heng picked up a sugar-coated almond and said, "Moving back here? Isn't my grandson going to kindergarten just now? Who will take care of him?"

"Of course we will come back together. Our village will also build a school this year. There are several young teachers in the village who cannot afford houses in the city and have plans to come back. After the old village chief heard about it, he decided to sponsor them to return to their hometown to run schools. Look. , the person taking the lead in toasting now is the new school principal.”

"This is a good thing. You are really full of talents in this village."

"No, don't look at me. Brother, I am a respectable programmer. I stayed up late and worked overtime every day. My hair fell out. I went to the hospital to check for a lot of problems. After returning to the village for a few months, my health became even better. , It tastes delicious when you eat it.”

Su Heng looked at the bald man's weathered cheeks with some suspicion:
  "Brother, how old are you this year?"

"I'm thirty-one years old, but I've just turned thirty. Can't you tell?"

I couldn't tell at all. When I first met him, I thought the bald guy was at least forty or fifty.

"We'll also go toast to the village chief."

After finishing the second dish of braised tofu, Yuan Jingshu took Lin Wan'er's hand and walked towards the chairman.

Su Heng watched from a distance as they exchanged cups and cups, with a look of happiness on his face as he fell into deep thought.

Compared with the indifference and busyness of people in the city, the life in Baihua Village is more fireworks and more humane. At this moment, he can more or less understand the determination of the two uncles.

The bright moon was in the sky, the stars were shining brightly, and the waiters were carrying steaming dishes of local delicacies as they shuttled between the tables. The courtyard of the Lin family was full of people, drinking and drinking, and it was very lively.

With the crisp sound of gongs, the atmosphere of this birthday banquet also reached its climax with "Congratulations to the old village chief on his 80th birthday."

The stage lights are on, the stage has been set up, and the show that everyone is looking forward to is about to be staged.

(End of this chapter)