With the guidance of the little Taoist priest, Ji Li went from the noisy front mountain all the way back.

The population is getting less and less, and there are temples around him that he cannot name.

However, with the decrease of tourists, many Taoist priests have become more and more crowded.

Seeing the little Taoist priest leading outsiders here, many busy Taoist priests were still looking at each other, but no one came forward to speak.

The little Taoist priests still kept walking behind the residence of the passers-by.

After passing through courtyards of all sizes, there were no other figures here except the two of them.

The surrounding environment is particularly quiet, the air is very fresh, with many natural smells and natural sounds that make people feel particularly comfortable in it.

Ji Li secretly thought about the Grand Master who wanted to see him, and he thought that this person was of a very high level in Zhenjing Taoist Temple.

He knew nothing about this person, what did the other party do when he saw him?

"How did this Grand Master know that I was in Zhenjing Taoist Temple?"

Although the chance of encountering danger in the real world is very low, this place is a quiet place, so there should be no big problem.

Ji Li, who had not spoken along the way, asked at this time with a safe question.

The little Taoist priest in front paused, turned around slowly and gave Ji Li a gift before explaining:

"The Grand Master is still a hundred years old. Although he has entered the Taoist school in middle age, he has the best qualifications and the oldest seniority.

The Taoist sacred is sophisticated and the Taoist sacred is profound. I have not seen outsiders for decades. I would like to invite you today, and it must have a profound meaning."

When the little Taoist priest talked about this great master, his eyes were filled with respect.

Although he did not answer Ji Li's question positively, he obviously gave the answer.

Such a Taoist senior knew that Ji Li came to visit and was a normal thing in his opinion.

However, Ji Li didn't feel anything after hearing this, but instead became suspicious of the Grand Master.

Practicing Taoism and Buddhism is all about cultivating the mind. No matter how long you live, a person cannot become a god.

There are no gods and Buddhas in this world, but only ghosts that grow from the darkness.

If this so-called Grand Master really has this ability, either he is related to ghosts or someone will give him guidance.

Ji Li naturally tends to the latter.

After all, when I came to Zhenjing Taoist Temple this time, it was the Butterfly woman who secretly instructed me.

I think this Grand Master has a lot to do with Butterfly Women.

However, Ji Li did not say these words, he just continued to follow the little Taoist priest.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the two stopped in front of a secluded and independent house.

After the little Taoist priest gave a gift to Ji Lishen, he made a gesture of invitation and said calmly:

"The Grand Master is waiting for you in the house."

This house is also located in Zhenjing Taoist Courtyard, but it is much simpler, just like the earthy yard in ordinary countryside.

The interior of the courtyard is very clean, and the fallen leaves on the land have been cleaned, leaving behind a solid yellow land.

The doors and windows of the independent tile house are closed tightly, standing in the center of the yard, making them look particularly empty.

Ji Li subconsciously observed the layout near the house, pushed open the yard door and walked in.

The little Taoist priest stayed outside the courtyard, obviously it was inconvenient to enter but had to wait outside.

Since this is in the Taoist temple, you don’t have to worry about ghost attacks, and you don’t care about attacks on living people.

Ji Li left very quickly without any fear, so he moved forward all the way.

As he approached the door panel, he smelled an inexplicable scent, but without thinking too much, he pushed open the door.

The dusk sunlight shone into the house with Ji Li, and some decorations in the main hall came into view.

Some portraits of immortal style and Taoist bones are placed on the front wall, with simple and quaint tables and chairs sitting in front of them, and there is no dust on the ground.

This house is very clean.

When Ji Li stepped into the room, a sound of footsteps rang out from the inner room. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man in a plain dress had a light step and a calm expression to come to the main hall, smiling and waved at Ji Li.

He sat on the chair in the main hall first, picked up the teapot, poured two cups of tea, nodded and said:

"Master Ji, sit down."

Ji Li did not sigh at the strange appearance of the other person, and slowly sat on the right hand of the middle-aged man, and did not pick up the cup of tea.

This middle-aged man who is as young as about fifty years old in terms of appearance and body skills will only be that Grand Master.

The house is not big, Ji Li can feel that there are only two of them here.

Although this centenarian is strong and young, the breath of time emitted from him is not inconsistent.

Those pair of dull and peaceful eyes, which are not washed repeatedly by time, will never be so real.

However, there was a thick black mole on the tip of the right eyebrow of the Grand Master, which seemed to indicate that he was not as born as he seemed.

While drinking tea, the Grand Master looked at Ji Li with the eyes of an elder, and never spoke.

Ji Li looked at the sunshine outside the door, took out the cigarette box from her arms, and asked tentatively.

Seeing the Grand Master smiling and expressing his carefreeness, he finally lit a cigarette to relieve his fatigue all day.

"What do you call Taoist priest?"

"Chen Shu."

The name he gave was not a Taoist name, but a subdistrict name.

Ji Li thought about it secretly and asked directly:

"Master Chen asked Ji to come. Is there anything to say?"

Master Chen put down the tea bowl after hearing this, folded his hands in front of his knees, looked forward and said calmly:

"I was invited by someone to tell you a story."

Ji Li glanced at him, with a little surprised look in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask:

"About you, or about the woman wearing a butterfly mask?"

Master Chen had a kind smile on his face, turned his head and nodded at Ji Li, and shook his head again:

“We are all in the story.”

Ji Li frowned. He guessed that Taoist Master Chen should have a very close relationship with the butterfly woman.

However, he was invited by Butterfly Woman to tell Ji Li a story, which was much beyond his expectations.

The sun filled the ground in the main hall, and an ant struggled to roll into the house from the threshold and walked quickly along the brick cracks on the ground.

It came to Master Chen Shu's feet, raised his head and sniffed it, and then its body became stiff and fell to its shoes.

No one can see this scene.

But Chen Shu's eyes slowly moved to the sun, making his black eyes brighter.

His voice was very stable, and he had no ups and downs when speaking, but he exuded a magical power that pulled people into the past time.

"The winter month of Gengyin year is 24th, and the next Yuan Festival is the second month.

The water official relieves the misfortune, prays for blessings, eliminates disasters, and apologizes for sins.

Burn incense and silver, plant incense branches into the ground, cloth fields to sacrifice spirits, and save lonely souls.

Now the Xiayuan Festival has long disappeared. It is already fifty years ago."

There was a hint of remembrance between Master Chen Shu's eyebrows. He turned his head calmly and looked at Ji Li, continuing to tell the story.
Chapter completed!