Jiao Luan

Chapter 370 Apprenticeship
Daoist Beiming left with the newly promoted junior sister. As the saying goes, a master waved his sleeves, not taking away a cloud, but leaving a chin.

The wives of each family left reluctantly, and the news that Miss Cheng San was accepted as a disciple by the national teacher almost spread across the capital in an instant.

Zhang Shoufu's residence.

When Mrs. Huang saw her mother-in-law, her eyes were still straight, which made Mrs. Zhang think that something had happened, and hurriedly asked: "Why, are you unhappy at Duke Wei's mansion?"

Mrs. Huang is the youngest daughter-in-law, with a sweet and pungent mouth. Mrs. Zhang pityed her for her difficult pregnancy. She gets along well on weekdays, and she speaks more casually: "I told you not to go, but you just didn't listen. It's all right now, and you came back out of your mind. Those who didn’t know thought you lost your soul!”

"Mother-in-law, my daughter-in-law has really lost her soul." Mrs. Huang murmured while tugging on Mrs. Zhang's sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Zhang was a little anxious.

Mrs. Huang took a deep breath and said, "Grandmother, the Daoist Beiming from Xuanqing Temple is here today, and he will pick up Miss Cheng San to go to the temple to worship her teacher!"

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but stood up: "Is this really the case? Could it be that Master Beiming took Miss Cheng San as his disciple? That's impossible. The Daoist should be seventy years old. I don't know how many grandchildren he has. A girl as an apprentice?"

"Grandmother, I'm afraid we can't call Miss Cheng San a little girl now. The person who accepted her as a disciple is not Daoist Beiming, but the master of Daoist Master, the master of the court!"

Mrs. Zhang shook her body.

Huang was startled: "Grandma, what's the matter with you?"

Mrs. Zhang put her hand on her forehead: "Wait, I'm a little dizzy!"

At this time, Madam Zhang was not the only one who was a little dizzy in the mansion of the noble officials in Beijing.

A servant girl's exclamation sounded from Huairenbo Mansion: "It's not good, the old lady has passed out!"

After a lot of tossing, Mrs. Meng woke up leisurely, looked at her second son with a livid face, and asked, "Did you really hear that the third girl was accepted as a disciple by the national teacher?"

The Second Master Cheng gritted his teeth: "Yes, the apprenticeship ceremony was held at Xuanqing Temple at noon today. It is said that even the old lady from the Xie Mansion went to watch the ceremony."

Mrs. Meng still couldn't accept this fact: "How could the third girl have such a good fortune, could it be... Could it be that she made it up in order to wash away her stigma?"

It has been forty years since the imperial teacher of the current dynasty has not been born, this news is really unbelievable.

"Where can it be fabricated? The real Beiming went to Weiguo's mansion to pick him up in person. That evil person must have worshiped the master a long time ago, but he wanted to hide it from our mansion. Mother, you didn't see it, my son just heard about it. When they heard the news, what kind of eyes did those colleagues look in!"

Yes, is there anyone more unlucky than him?He was cruel and expelled Sao Baxing's daughter from the house, so as not to let her harm the family again. Unexpectedly, within a month, she suddenly became a disciple of the national teacher, and she was able to sit on an equal footing with Daoist Beiming. What is a slap in the face?
Master Cheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and Mrs. Meng said with a calm face: "Second brother, you must not mention such things as evil in the future. Although the third girl has left with the Han family, the blood and family relationship is here, you should show it well." Come on, how can she deny you as a father?"

When the Second Master Cheng thought of discussing things with Cheng Wei that day, she was still obedient, so he put his mind back a little.

"Second, you change your clothes and go to Xuanqing to watch the ceremony."

"This—" Second Master Cheng looked hesitant.

He can't get rid of this face.

Mrs. Meng's face was calm: "What's the matter, you are the father of the third girl, this is an irreversible fact, the more famous she is, the less she can ignore your father in public."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Meng smiled: "As long as you go, others will naturally remember who the third girl's father is."

Master Cheng Er was moved by Mrs. Meng's last words.

Mrs. Meng sighed: "It's a pity that Aunt Dong has been straightened. If not, maybe Han can be invited back."

Not long after Aunt Dong was righted, it was the time when she was gentle and careless. When the second master Cheng thought of Han's indifference when he left, he said: "Han has a stubborn temper, and he will not turn back when he decides."

Mrs. Meng then said: "That's because Aunt Dong is here. If Aunt Dong is sent away, I will only keep her alone. See if she is willing to spend time with you. Well, you should pack up quickly, don't delay It's time."

Outside the door, Cheng Tong covered his mouth, retreated step by step, left the courtyard door and rushed to Lianjiaoju, closed the door and cried bitterly.

Aunt Dong rushed over when she heard the sound, put her arms around Cheng Tong and asked, "Tong'er, why are you crying?"

"Mother, I—"

As soon as she heard the mother, Aunt Dong felt extremely ironic.

She finally had a day when her sons and daughters called her mother.

"Tong'er, you are now a serious daughter-in-law, don't cry so much anymore, beware of being laughed at."

Cheng Tong looked at Aunt Dong with tears in his eyes, but couldn't stop crying and just wanted to sneer.

What about the first daughter, or even the first wife?After all, in the eyes of grandma and father, there are only valuable and worthless.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Dong stroked Cheng Tong's hair.

"It's nothing." Cheng Tong buried herself in Aunt Dong's arms silently.

She was so scared that she felt cold all over, but she dared not speak.

To my father, the only value of a mother is to be obedient. If she knows that his father is cold-blooded, and he is not even submissive. .

On this day, the ripples caused by the appearance of the national teacher did not bring any disturbance to Cheng Wei, she just knelt down respectfully in front of the white-haired and childlike man, and said in a clear voice: "The disciple pays homage to the master."

Master Qingling helped her up with a smile: "Save it for the apprenticeship ceremony before kneeling."

There is a Taoist altar in Xuanqingguan named Wentian, which is only opened on the two days of winter solstice and summer solstice. The real Beiming will preach on the altar on those two days.And Cheng Wei's apprenticeship ceremony was held there.

When the simple and melodious bell of the Taoist temple rang, the Taoist priests in the temple were all startled, and they talked in low voices while rushing to Wentian Dao Altar.

"Why did the bell of the altar ring? Did something important happen in the temple?"

"The sound of the bell is long and short, which means to call the disciples to observe the ceremony of worshiping the master." The Taoist who spoke couldn't help but paused, and then his face was shocked, "Can you ask the Taoist altar to perform the ceremony of worshiping the master, could it be that a real person has accepted disciples?"

When all the Taoist priests rushed to the Taoist altar, they saw that there were futons, incense candles and other things on the altar, all of which were used by the teachers. All the elders in the audience were present, and there were many faces dressed as laymen in the guest seats.

As the auspicious time approached, a white-haired man wearing a moon-white Taoist uniform slowly walked up to the altar, and the real Beiming who stood at the front led several elders to bow down first: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

The Taoist priests were all dumbfounded, and it took a while to realize it, and they bowed down one after another.

In the eyes of everyone, Cheng Wei stepped up to the altar step by step.

(End of this chapter)