PDLP Chapter 118 Was Master Li's matter a big deal? No, it was an extremely big deal!
Chapter 118 Was Master Li's matter a big deal? No, it was an extremely big deal!
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Early morning, on the square outside Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace at Maoshan's main peak, Damao Peak.
The morning light was faint, and the mountain breeze was cool.
Dozens of young Taoist priests dressed in gray-blue robes stood in neat rows, their movements slow and powerful, their breathing long and deep. As they inhaled and exhaled, faint white vapor escaped from their mouths and noses, condensing into a thin mist in the morning chill.
Mingxin stood at the front of the line, her back to everyone, her posture as upright as a pine tree.
He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face, but his eyes were much more composed than those of his peers. As the closed-door disciple of the sect leader, Master Qingwei, he was the most senior among the young Taoist priests of Maoshan and had been in charge of leading the morning exercises for half a year.
"Sink your shoulders and drop your elbows, let your Qi sink to your Dantian..."
Mingxin's voice was clear and bright, and his movements were precise and methodical, with every move executed perfectly.
Especially when he exhaled, there was a faint sound of airflow echoing in his chest, like muffled thunder, which made the young Taoists behind him both envious and admiring.
Master Mingxin's talent is indeed beyond their reach.
Halfway through their morning exercise, everyone was getting into the swing of things.
But just then...
"Ding-dong!"
A crisp message notification sound suddenly rang out from Mingxin's chest.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet morning.
Mingxin, who was leading everyone in practicing martial arts, was startled and froze instantly.
He had a hand-sewn cloth bag hanging around his neck, containing his cell phone. The notification sound he had just heard was a special care ringtone he had set for a particular friend.
There was only one person he designated as someone to show special concern for.
The unfathomable, celestial-like Taoist priest Li of Qingfeng Temple.
Mingxin's mind went blank, and she was completely stunned.
Master Li...sent me a message?
He instinctively reached for his phone to check, but his fingers recoiled as soon as they touched the edge of the bag.
Mingxin took a deep breath and summoned a fellow disciple with whom he had a close relationship.
"Junior Brother Jingde, please do this for me. If anyone asks, just say I went to seek guidance from the sect leader."
"Don't worry, Uncle Mingxin." The Taoist priest, called Jingde, nodded quickly.
After giving his instructions, Mingxin turned and hurriedly ran towards the Sanmao Zhenjun Temple.
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Inside the Sanmao Zhenjun Temple.
Incense smoke filled the air, creating a solemn atmosphere.
The white-haired and gaunt-faced Master Qingwei of Maoshan Sect was sitting cross-legged on the central prayer mat with his eyes closed, performing his morning prayers before the statue of the Three Mao True Lords.
His breathing was long and deep, his breath seemingly blending into the tranquil incense smoke in the hall.
"Master! Master!"
Suddenly, a series of slightly hurried footsteps and calls broke the tranquility of the hall as they approached.
The Qingwei Sect Leader frowned almost imperceptibly and slowly opened his eyes.
He saw his usually composed disciple, Mingxin, rushing into the main hall in a flurry of activity, his Taoist hat askew from running so fast.
"Mingxin!" The Qingwei Sect Leader's face darkened. "What kind of behavior is this, all so flustered and disrespectful?"
"How have I taught you all this time? A person who cultivates himself should remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before him, and not even blink if a deer runs past on his left. He should maintain composure in the face of great events..."
"Master!" Mingxin rushed over, not even bothering to catch her breath or apologize, and hurriedly interrupted, "Master Li! Master Li just sent me a message!"
"Oh, don't panic in the face of trouble, remain calm and composed... Hmm?" The Qingwei Sect Leader's habitual admonition was only halfway through when he suddenly stopped.
He blinked, as if he hadn't heard him clearly: "Who did you say?"
"Master Li from Qingfeng Temple! He sent me a message!" Mingxin repeated, her tone filled with excitement and bewilderment.
Master Qingwei: "..."
next second.
This highly respected leader of the Maoshan sect, who was over ninety years old, seemed to have a spring under his buttocks, and jumped straight up from the prayer mat!
His movements were so swift that you would never guess he was an elderly man.
He strode up to Mingxin, his previous composure and calm demeanor vanished, replaced by undisguised eagerness. He even grabbed Mingxin's sleeve.
"What's wrong with Master Li? Quick! Let your master take a look!"
Mingxin was taken aback by her master's drastically different reaction and blurted out instinctively, "Master, didn't you just say that one should remain calm in the face of great events..."
"You brat!" Sect Leader Qingwei smacked Mingxin on the head in exasperation. "Is it a big deal that Daoist Li sent you a message? It's a matter of utmost importance! Enough nonsense, just tell me!"
"Master, I...I haven't seen it yet."
"Then why don't you hurry up and look!" Headmaster Qingwei stamped his feet anxiously.
Mingxin quickly took out her cell phone from the cloth bag in front of her chest.
Unlock the screen and tap the only chat window that I've set to "Special Attention".
Mingxin and Qingwei, the sect leaders, simultaneously approached the screen.
The latest message on the chat interface was a red envelope (digital cash gift).
There was also a line of smaller print above:
[Master Li: Happy New Year, Fellow Daoist Mingxin! May all your wishes come true.]
"Red...red envelope?"
Mingxin was stunned.
Even the Qingwei Sect Leader was stunned.
The master and apprentice stared at each other, both somewhat bewildered.
What's going on?
Daoist Li sent a message early on the third day of the Lunar New Year, just to... send a red envelope?
"Master..."
Mingxin swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Can...can I accept this?"
The Qingwei Sect Leader snapped out of his daze, his brows furrowed.
He stroked his beard and pondered for a moment.
"One should not refuse a gift from an elder."
"Reply first, thank you and send your blessings, and then you can receive the gift."
"yes!"
Mingxin immediately did as instructed.
His fingers flew across the screen as he typed:
[Mingxin: Happy New Year, Daoist Master! Wishing you a peaceful and healthy New Year, and a long and blessed life! This junior sends you my New Year's greetings!]
Message sent.
Then, he took a deep breath and opened the red envelope.
"Ding!"
88 yuan has been credited to your account.
Mingxin was stunned again when she saw the numbers pop up on the screen.
88 yuan?
It wasn't that he thought it was too little, it's just... that a highly accomplished person like Master Li could be so "down-to-earth" to casually give out a red envelope?
The Qingwei Sect Leader also stared at that number, his brows furrowing even more deeply.
"Master Li's actions... must have a deeper meaning."
He muttered to himself.
"88...fafa? Is this hinting at something?"
"Or was this just something done on a whim?"
The master and disciple stood in the hall, staring at their phone screens, lost in thought.
Just then.
"Ding-dong."
My phone suddenly rang.
Master Li replied to the message.
[Li Jun: Fellow Daoist Mingxin, you are too kind. I apologize for disturbing you today, but I have something to ask you.]
coming!
Master Qingwei was greatly encouraged.
He knew that Master Li wouldn't send a message without a reason.
"Quickly! Ask Master Li what his instructions are!"
Mingxin quickly typed a reply:
[Mingxin: Master Li, you flatter me! Please feel free to ask for anything, and the entire Maoshan sect will do its utmost!]
Message sent.
A few seconds later.
[Li Jun: It's like this, I'd like to know the exact location of my advisor's cenotaph in Kunlun. I wonder if your teacher is available now?]
Upon seeing this message, the Qingwei Sect Leader's pupils contracted slightly.
Is this a cenotaph for the late Zhang Xuanzhen?
Is Master Li going to Kunlun to offer sacrifices?
His mind raced with thoughts, but his face remained impassive.
"Mingxin, tell Master Li that I do know about this matter, but it happened a long time ago, and I can only give you a general outline now."
"Also, could you ask Master Li if it's convenient for you to have a video call?"
"yes!"
Mingxin replied as instructed.
Soon, Li Jun sent a video call invitation.