I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Chapter 157

Inside the main room.

Incense burner and candlesticks have already been placed on the offering table.

The old Taoist priest moved a stool from the corner of the wall, stepped on it, and carefully wiped the shelf behind the offering table with a damp cloth.

The movements are very slow.

One by one.

Dust rose in the candlelight and slowly settled.

Li Jun stood to the side, holding the box wrapped in red cloth, watching it quietly.

After wiping the shelf, the old Taoist priest got off the stool, went to the cabinet, took out a clean yellow cloth, shook it, and laid it on the shelf.

It was laid out very carefully.

All four corners were stretched flat, without a single wrinkle.

Then he took two steps back, looked at it, and nodded.

"Alright."

He turned around and looked at Li Jun.

Li Jun stepped forward and handed the box to his master.

The old Taoist priest took it, his hands trembling, but he held it very firmly.

He placed the box on the offering table and then unwrapped the red cloth.

The red cloth slipped off.

The mahogany box inside was revealed.

The old Taoist priest stared at the box for a long time.

Then he reached out and gently touched the surface of the box.

"Master..."

"I'm home."

After saying that, he stopped moving.

He just stood there, his hand still on the box.

Li Jun stood behind him without moving.

The candlelight flickered, casting two shadows on the wall, one long and one short.

A while later.

The old Taoist priest withdrew his hand.

He turned around, walked to the incense table, and took out three sticks of incense from the drawer.

Hand it to Li Jun.

Li Jun accepted it.

The old Taoist priest took three more incense sticks for himself.

The two of them gathered around the candle and lit it.

The incense sticks burned red-hot, and blue smoke rose.

The master and apprentice stood side by side in front of the offering table, holding incense sticks to their eyebrows and bowing three times.

Then he stepped forward and inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.

Wisps of smoke rose and spread above the offering table.

The old Taoist priest took two steps back and sat down on the stool next to him.

Li Jun sat down next to him.

The master and apprentice sat there, looking at the memorial tablet on the offering table and the mahogany box.

No one spoke.

at the same time.

Jin Hao stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or back out.

He peeked inside and saw the old Taoist priest and Li Jun sitting there, not saying a word.

After thinking for a moment, he gently placed his backpack on the threshold and sat down on it himself.

A cool night breeze was blowing.

But the courtyard was very quiet.

Jin Hao sat for a while, then took out his phone, put it on silent, and started browsing the news.

The online buzz hasn't died down yet.

The situation in Japan is still developing.

New messages kept coming in, one after another.

Some say that the country of Sakura is in complete chaos, with shikigami running amok and killing people everywhere, and even the combined efforts of the Onmyoji Bureau and Shintoism cannot suppress them.

It is said that various countries have jointly announced a temporary suspension of all personnel exchanges with Japan, including diplomatic missions.

Some say that the Japanese stock market is about to crash and the economy is doomed.

There are also all sorts of rumors and gossip, saying all sorts of things.

Jin Hao brushed down the brush one stroke at a time, a smile involuntarily curving his lips.

But he didn't say anything; he just silently muttered to himself:

Taoist priest is awesome!

……

In the room.

The old Taoist priest sat for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"The burial site chosen by Master Jingchen and the others is in the back mountain."

"It's that open space where you used to play when you were a kid."

"Facing south, backed by mountains, and facing the water, it's a good place."

"Everything is prepared; we'll be buried the day after tomorrow, on the twelfth day of the first lunar month."

Li Jun nodded.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, Master."

The old Taoist priest looked at him with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work on this journey."

Li Jun shook his head.

"It's not hard work."

Just then, a faint sound came from the doorway.

The master and apprentice turned to look.

They saw Jin Hao standing at the entrance of the main house, carrying a bag.

He had a smile on his face, but there was a clear hint of panic in that smile.

"Master Zhang," he said, "I've safely brought the Taoist brother back."

The old Taoist priest looked at him and smiled.

"Xiao Hao, you've worked hard."

Jin Hao quickly waved his hand.

"It's not hard work at all! It's my duty!"

The old Taoist priest walked to the door and patted Jin Hao on the shoulder.

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"Look at how senile I am, come in and sit down, I'll get you a glass of water."

Jin Hao hesitated for a moment and looked at Li Jun.

Li Junchong nodded.

Jin Hao then stepped over the threshold and entered the house.

He put his backpack by the door and sat down on the stool.

The old Taoist priest went to pour him water.

Li Jun stood in front of the offering table, looking at the mahogany box.

The room was quiet for a while.

The old Taoist priest walked over with a teacup and handed it to Jin Hao.

Jin Hao quickly stood up and accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Master Zhang!"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

Then, the old Taoist priest looked at Li Jun:

"Jun'er, remember to go to the county town tomorrow."

"Look at those five gentlemen."

"They're staying in a hotel in the county town, and we've been busy taking care of them these past few days. We can't let them think we've been impolite."

Li Jun nodded.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

The old Taoist priest looked at him again, his gaze carrying a different meaning.

"Alright, go keep Xiao Hao company."

"I'll be alone for a while."

Li Jun was stunned for a moment.

He looked at his master.

The master's face showed no particular expression; he simply looked at him calmly.

But Li Jun understood.

Master wants to be alone.

Stay with the advisor.

"Okay." Li Jun nodded.

After saying that, he turned around and beckoned to Jin Hao:

"Let's go to my room."

Jin Hao quickly got up and followed Li Jun outside.

Jin Hao quickly got up and followed Li Jun outside.

As Li Jun reached the door, he looked back.

The master stood in front of the offering table, with his back to the door.

Look at that box.

Not moving at all.

Li Jun withdrew his gaze and closed the door.

We went to the next room.

Jin Hao sat down in the chair, and Li Jun sat on the edge of the bed.

Neither of them spoke.

Separated by a wall, the main room was quiet, but Li Jun knew that his master was definitely still standing there.

Jin Hao seemed to sense something.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say.

I can only sit there.

A few minutes later.

suddenly.

A suppressed sob came from next door.

The sound was very soft.

very short.

It was as if he was desperately trying to cover his mouth, but a sound still couldn't help but escape.

Then, there is no more.

Jin Hao raised his head and looked at Li Jun.

Li Jun sat there, expressionless.

I was just looking out the window.

Jin Hao opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But he didn't say anything.

He simply lowered his head and continued staring at the ground.

……

Inside the main room.

The old Taoist priest knelt before the offering table, his elbows on the ground and his forehead against the cold brick floor.

His shoulders were trembling violently.

He was biting his sleeve, biting it hard.

He didn't want to make a sound.

He was afraid his apprentice would overhear him.

I was afraid that Jin Hao would hear me.

But the tears wouldn't stop.

Drop by drop, it fell to the ground.

Soon, a small patch of it became wet.

He recalled many years ago.

I remember the way my master looked back and smiled at me as he stood on the mountain path on the day he left.

I remember standing at the door, waving frantically.

I remembered the line, "I'll buy you braised pork hock when Master comes back."

He waited.

One year, two years, ten years, twenty years...

When your hair turns white.

When your legs and feet become weak.

I thought I was going to be buried with this thought in my grave.

then.

The apprentice has grown up.

My apprentice has gone to Kunlun.

The apprentice brought his master back.

The old Taoist priest knelt there, his shoulders trembling more and more violently.

"Master..."

He murmured, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

"You broke your promise..."

"You promised to buy me braised pork hock when you came back..."

"I've waited eighty years..."

"You've just gotten back..."

On the offering table, the candlelight flickered gently.

The wooden box lay there quietly.

It was as if I heard it.

It was as if he hadn't heard anything at all.