Chapter 341 Temple Fair
Wang Feiyin shook his head: "You are not suitable for our Sanqing Mountain."

The smile on Qu Le's face fell, "If you don't want to accept me, why are you talking so much nonsense to me?"

"..." As expected, there are still some unpleasant aspects. Wang Feiyin said, "The practice of Sanqing Mountain focuses more on understanding. Basically, the master leads you to the door, and the practice depends on the individual. You can't say that you have no understanding, but the little you have is not enough for you to understand the practice, let alone comprehend it."

"So Sanqing Mountain rejected you, but because of your perseverance, I am willing to write a letter to recommend you to Longhu Mountain."

Qu Le didn't know much about Taoism, but he knew that Longhu Mountain was the location of Taoism. Even Pan Sanzhu claimed to be a disciple of Longhu Mountain.

So he looked at Wang Feiyin with suspicion, "If you guys at Sanqing Mountain don't accept me, will Longhu Mountain accept me?"

Wang Feiyin said gently: "Longhu Mountain is like a vast ocean, and the Taoist Academy is right here in Longhu Mountain. The Taoist priests there are better at teaching students, and their techniques are more comprehensive."

Qu Le's eyes lit up slightly. With that said, Longhu Mountain was indeed more suitable for him, but...

"If you recommend me, I can go?"

Wang Feiyin stroked his beard and said, "I'll just try my best. Whether you can make it or not depends on your effort and sincerity."

“Effort and sincerity?”

Wang Feiyin: "Isn't your uncle the leader of the Wulin Alliance? He knows everything."

Wang Feiyin paused here, glanced at his facial features, and said: "As for why my junior sister did not accept you as her disciple, she has already told you. If you don't believe it, you can also ask your uncle."

"Young people, don't be so self-righteous as to think that you know a lot of things, while your elders don't understand, don't comprehend, and are still ignorant. Your elders have walked more roads than you have tasted salt."

Qu Le seemed to be thinking about something.

Wang Feiyin then threw a bottle of medicine to him and said, "For the treatment of cold, I suggest you drink a bowl of ginger soup before breakfast, take two pills after breakfast, take a nap, wake up at noon and take two more pills after breakfast, and take two pills at night as well. By tomorrow, you can take it twice a day, one pill at a time."

Qu Le: "I caught a cold?"

Wang Feiyin nodded slightly, handed him the letter of recommendation, turned around and left, "The matter is settled, goodbye."

"Wait," Qu Le gritted his teeth and asked, "Pan Sanzhu rejected me, why did he suddenly send me a letter of recommendation?"

Wang Feiyin smiled gently: "Because yesterday's sunset was beautiful."

Qu Le: ...

After Wang Feiyin left, Qu Le touched his forehead, which was burning hot, and said, "I really have a cold..."

Qu Le remembered his uncle's evaluation of Sanqing Mountain, got up from the ground, and decided to follow the doctor's advice.

He called the waiter and ordered a bowl of ginger soup and a large bowl of millet porridge. He was sweating a little because of the heat. He had not slept all night and felt a little drowsy.

He poured out two pills, took them, then pulled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up at noon, he found that his underwear was all wet, his throat was dry, itchy and painful, but his head was not as dizzy anymore.

He silently got up, wiped the sweat off his face, changed his underwear, ate a quick lunch, took two pills, and continued to lie down.

When he woke up again, the symptoms of dry and itchy throat had mostly disappeared, his fever was gone, and he looked much more energetic.

Qu Le decided to go find his uncle early tomorrow morning. He wanted to go to Longhu Mountain to learn skills!
After they came out, Wang Feiyin naturally didn't want to go back just like that, so he stopped by Wang the blacksmith's place. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Tiezhu, how is the thing I want being made?"

There was a lot of clanging going on in the blacksmith shop. Besides blacksmith Wang, there were several young men with their upper bodies naked.

Wang Feiyin looked at them curiously.

Wang Tiezhu frowned, and when he saw the roast chicken in his hand, his expression barely looked good. He pointed to the backyard and said, "Wait for me in the backyard."

After a while, Wang Tiezhu came over wearing a piece of clothing and said, "The meteorite has been melted and divided. I'll keep two-thirds, and you can take the rest back."

Wang Feiyin nodded, "Then..."

"I can only practice at night now. I have to practice weapons during the day. This is the job assigned by the military camp and I can't refuse."

Craftsmen had to be registered so that the court could requisition and assign them to labor.

Although Wang the blacksmith had entered the Taoist sect, he lived in the secular world no different from ordinary people.

He was also a craftsman and had to obey the court's orders.

No matter who you are, as long as you have not escaped from this world, you will be controlled by the court and must abide by the law.

Even Zhang Tianshi of Mount Longhu is no exception, let alone them?

Wang Feiyin frowned slightly, "Why is it so urgent? Is it not just because of the war in Yunnan, but also because of the problem with the armaments?"

Blacksmith Wang lowered his voice and said, "I heard that there was a problem with the armaments of a large army in Luchuan. They were defeated on the battlefield, and many soldiers died. The army has already retreated."

Wang Feiyin was surprised. "Because of the great defeat in military preparation, the little emperor must be furious, right?"

Wang Tiezhu: "Who knows? Anyway, they assigned me many tasks. I have to make weapons before the first month of the lunar year. I heard from the soldiers who came to deliver the weapons that after the New Year, they will escort the weapons to Yunnan and select an army to send to Yunnan to participate in the war."

No one wants to go, so there has been some slacking off recently, and the delivery is very slow.

They can slack off, but Wang Tiezhu and other blacksmiths cannot.

If the task is not completed, the blacksmith will be held accountable, and in serious cases, his head will be chopped off.

Wang Tiezhu didn't want to escape to the deep mountains and forests and become a savage. He still liked to open a blacksmith shop here and do iron work.

Wang Feiyin didn't delay him when he heard it, and patted his shoulder and said: "Then you work harder, and after you finish this order from the court, you must remember my junior sister's magic weapon." "Don't worry, I won't forget it. After I finish the weapons, I will concentrate on her magic weapon."

Only then did Wang Feiyin return to the mountain.

Pan Yun and his colleagues have been working in the mountain temple for half a day.

With the addition of three people, the work speed increased a lot, and soon all the lucky bags were packed and the medicinal materials were sorted and put away.

The day of the mountain temple fair soon arrived, and the doctor sent by the Ming County Magistrate brought his medicine boy to live in the village overnight, led by the Sanqing Temple, and stayed in the villagers' homes.

The nearby Taoist temples and Buddhist temples also gave face to Sanqing Temple and sent many Taoists, monks and nuns to participate.

Of course, they are not here to receive lucky bags. Just like the temple fair at the end of the year, they come to preach, do good deeds, and communicate with each other.

Pan Yun was extremely welcoming and specially arranged tables, chairs and signs for them along the way.

Not only did the people of Yushan County come to participate after hearing about the temple fair, but the poor people of Lin County also came to participate after hearing that at the temple fair they could not only receive lucky bags but also seek medical treatment.

Early in the morning, the villagers nearby arrived first. After receiving their gifts, they worshipped the mountain god. Those who were sick went to see a doctor, while those who were not sick crowded into the medicine area to receive a packet of medicine to prevent colds before leaving.

As soon as they left the village, other villagers began to come in, and people living in the county town also arrived one after another.

This was Xiaoqi’s first time to visit Mount Sanqing. She had known that her benefactor was a Taoist priest there, but she had never been there.

Before she entered the village, she saw a lot of people. The grass on both sides of the road had been mowed cleanly and then fenced off for stalls.

Some sell food, some sell yellow paper firecrackers, and some sell various handicrafts.

There are even cloth, tea and porcelain.

Xiao Qi and the others held hands and followed Grandma closely, looking puzzled. "Grandma, these things are also sold in the county town, why do we have to buy them here?"

Grandma Yu said, "It's cheap here."

But they were not going to buy these things now, so she led them around the stalls and into Fenshui Village.

Fenshui Village was extremely lively. The corners of the villagers' homes were filled with stalls. Many of the villagers' houses were opened with smoke rising from the chimneys, specifically to entertain some wealthy believers.

When wealthy people travel, they don't want to put themselves in a difficult position, so they will stop at villagers' homes to sit for a while, drink tea, eat a meal, and then when the servants line up, they will get up and go to receive the lucky bags, ask for medical advice, and get medicine.

Yes, they let the servants line up, but to receive these things, one must do it personally.

The magistrate of Ming County also came. He was wearing casual clothes, accompanied by his legal advisor and two servants. He was pushed into the mountain temple. He saw Pan Yun, who was wearing a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged on a cushion, talking to someone in a gentle voice. He walked up to her and heard her say, "Why should a kind person worry about his own luck? Luck is only temporary. Today's divination may be like this, but tomorrow it may be different."

The man took out some money and placed it on the table beside Pan Yun, bowing repeatedly, "Please pray for me and change my fortune, so that I can have better luck."

Pan Yun agreed immediately and put the money in the merit box beside him, then said: "I will pray for you, but this is not enough. Go down to the backyard. There is a little Taoist priest named Miao Zhen. Go and ask her for a good luck charm. Carry the charm with you, and your luck will gradually improve."

The believer complied and walked away reverently.

Ming County Magistrate: ...

His gaze followed the believer to the back before retracting and falling on Pan Yun again.

When Pan Yun saw him, he stood up from the mat, clasped his fists to him, and asked him to go out and talk.

The two of them found a corner and stood there.

There was no way, there were too many people, they couldn't sit down, and even standing, they were squeezed against the wall on the side.

In fact, it is a one-meter-high wall built along the hillside, mainly to prevent mud and rocks from falling onto the square in front of the mountain temple.

The two of them stood here, leaning against the wall of the mountain temple. They were not conspicuous, but could see the whole place.

The county magistrate Ming saw that the believers who came to worship the temple were divided into two groups. One group came to worship the temple first, and then lined up to receive the lucky bags;

As soon as they arrived, they went straight to the queue to get the lucky bags. After queuing up to get the lucky bags, they took them to worship in the temple, and then went to the mountain path to get medicinal herbs to prevent and treat colds.

Every person who receives a lucky bag will have a stamp on his or her hand, which is a lucky stamp;
Those who received medicinal herbs for preventing and treating colds were given another stamp, which was a stamp for curing all diseases.

Because of these two stamps, no one will go to collect them repeatedly.

Among the people queuing up to receive the lucky bags, there were elderly people in their sixties and seventies with hunched backs and white hair; there were also young children who could only walk with difficulty and were brought by others.

No matter who they are, as long as they queue up, the mountain temple will give them a lucky bag.

Magistrate Ming glanced at the long line and said, "This is only the first day. There are so many people. Do you have enough lucky bags?"

Pan Yun said, "Since you asked the head of the village to publicize it, you obviously already know that I went back and forth to the county several times to buy rice. Some time ago, Mr. Qian donated another cart of rice to me, and I asked the grain store to bring me three carts of rice."

County Magistrate Ming tried hard to suppress the smile on his face and said, "I am worried that your mountain temple is under too much pressure."

Pan Yun waved his hand and said, "It's not a big problem. I can make it back after I reveal the list once."

County Magistrate Ming recalled the verification document he had received from Guangxin Prefecture. "Some time ago, I received a document from the prefectural government office, asking for your information to be verified. You..."

Pan Yun raised his chin and said, "No need to praise me. It is the responsibility of good citizens like us to eliminate violence and protect the good."

County Magistrate Ming: "...as long as you are happy."

　see you tomorrow
　　(End of this chapter)