Acai's Sky

Chapter 902 The Little Nun Going Down the Mountain 44

The dusk flowed like honey in the backyard of the inn. Ah Cai plucked the strings of the zither lightly with her fingertips. Before the last sound faded away, a dozen small paper figures tied with red silk suddenly turned over in the air.

They were originally standing on tiptoe to wipe the tables and chairs, but now they all held up their brooms as if they were dancing swords, moving back and forth between the clotheslines, startling the quilts hanging out to dry and causing them to shake off the cotton wool.

"This is more lively than shadow play!" Ah Er grinned and almost dropped the braised chicken leg in his hand into the tea bowl.

Rong Mama's hand, which was holding the incense, trembled in shock at Ah Er's words, and sparks flew onto Ah Da's clothes, but he was completely unaware, his eyes fixed on the paper people who were stacking up.

The little paper figure at the top was standing on a broom, imitating Ah Cai playing the piano, with its two bamboo fingers plucking back and forth in the air.

The figure of the master of Fusheng Temple, standing with his hands behind his back, was frozen in the moonlight, and the evening breeze lifted the darkly embroidered cloud patterns on the corners of his gray Taoist robe.

He looked at the spiritual energy dancing in Acai's hair, and seemed to see the little girl dozing off in the Sutra Library ten years ago.

At that time, she always rolled up the "Tao Te Ching" into a trumpet, but now she can use her singing to awaken the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Walk on the clouds and seek the way freely~" Ah Cai suddenly emphasized the ending tone, and the strings burst out with a clear sound.

The Taoist bun of the master of Fusheng Temple suddenly spread out, and three thousand silver threads moved without wind, and the blue bricks under his feet actually showed ancient star pattern patterns.

He slowly raised his palms, and a lotus-shaped Taoist rhythm emerged from his palms, shocking the paper figures sweeping the floor so much that they all knelt on the ground like devout believers.

"Hurry up and protect the abbot!" Tong Jiayuan suddenly woke up and reminded in a low voice, while the soft sword at his waist was unsheathed half an inch.

But Ah Cai was faster than him. The moment her fingertips brushed across the strings, the five elements gathered together like swimming dragons: green vines sprouted from the bluestone bricks and wrapped around the corners of the temple master's clothes, the water in the water tank condensed into a water shield hanging above his head, and the red silk hanging out to dry turned into flames and swirled around.

Ah Er was stunned, and the tea egg he had just peeled in his hand rolled into the flower bed.

A Cai tilted her head and looked at her master who was in enlightenment, and suddenly thought of the old locust tree on the back mountain of Xu Ming Temple.

That year, she secretly climbed up a tree to take bird eggs and was in such a mess when she fell down, but was supported by the Taoist master of Fusheng Temple who was passing by.

At this moment, the Daoist aura was flowing around him, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead. It was obvious that he was trying to break through a bottleneck.

Ah Cai's fingers didn't stop, and she changed to a more soothing tune. The paper figures immediately followed suit. Some brought cushions, some flapped their wings to create a breeze, and one clever little paper figure dug out the jade crown of the master of Fusheng Temple from somewhere and tried to tie his hair back together.

As the singing became more ethereal, the Daoist aura surrounding the master of Fu Sheng Temple suddenly transformed into a sky full of stars, spinning into a Tai Chi diagram within the Five Elements defense formation.

Tong Jiayuan suddenly gasped - the blue bricks under the master's feet began to melt, turning into liquid starlight that flowed along the lines of his Taoist robe.

Upon seeing this, Ah Cai lightly tapped the strings with her fingertips, and a golden light penetrated into the center of the master's brow, helping him to stabilize his spiritual power that was about to run wild.

When the last note faded into the night sky, the master of Fusheng Temple slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the smiling Ah Cai in front of him, then at the paper figures stuffing sweet-scented osmanthus cakes into his sleeve pockets, and suddenly laughed out loud, clapping his hands: "How free and easy, how unassuming!"

He raised his hand to wipe away the remaining traces of starlight on his Taoist robe, but his eyes fell on the abacus dangling at Ah Cai's waist - it was still wrapped with the red rope she had taken from the temple ten years ago.

There was a sudden slight noise from the tiles on the roof of the inn, and Ah Cai's fingers paused on the strings.

But when she turned around and saw the unprecedented relief in the eyes of the master of Fusheng Temple, she gently plucked the next melody.

The paper people immediately cheered and started a new dance, startling the fireflies all over the yard, weaving a twinkling galaxy in the moonlight.

The master of Fusheng Temple stood aside, looked up at the starry sky, and secretly sighed in his heart: His "evil disciple" is living a very colorful life!

Watching Ah Cai playing the piano and humming songs, she lived such a happy life apart from the free medical consultations she had to do every day, and the little paper figurine also had a new use, which was really unexpected.

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Ever since he gained enlightenment from his "evil disciple", the mind of the master of Fusheng Temple has become increasingly clear and transparent.

He slowly returned to the main hall of Xuming Temple with light steps, as if the whole world became peaceful and harmonious under his feet.

After entering the main hall, the abbot of Fusheng Temple walked straight to the altar, respectfully placed a bottle of [Taibai Wine] on it, then lit three incense sticks and bowed deeply to the statues of the Three Pure Ones and the tablet of the founder of Xuming Temple.

"I, the disciple Fusheng, have had the great honor of enlightenment today and am deeply grateful for the blessing of my ancestor. I hereby offer this [Taibai wine], and hope that the ancestor will bless my 'evil disciple' with smooth sailing, no disasters, and a bright future..."

However, just as the master of Fusheng Temple was praying devoutly, the old ancestor Xu Ming, who had a wisp of divine consciousness in the portrait of his master, suddenly rolled his eyes.

He looked helplessly at Fusheng, who was saluting him, and muttered inwardly, "This brat is so annoying! He just keeps asking me to bless his evil disciple, and he doesn't even look at his own appearance!"

"Does your evil disciple need our protection? He is blessed by heaven. Although there are some traces of seals on his body, that is not something we can control!" Patriarch Xu Ming muttered with a wisp of his divine consciousness while greedily absorbing the aroma of the wine emitted by [Taibai Wine].

Suddenly, Patriarch Xu Ming burped loudly with a wisp of his spiritual consciousness, and the strong smell of alcohol rushed towards Fusheng like a whirlwind.

Fusheng was hit head-on by the smell of alcohol, and felt as if the Taoist aura in his body was ignited and began to beat wildly.

However, the smell of alcohol did not cause him any discomfort. Instead, it made his originally unstable Dao rhyme instantly become stable.

He bowed again, then cautiously exited the main hall.

He muttered to himself, he clearly heard the sound of burping just now, this must be his ancestor enjoying the wine he sent.

He couldn't help but feel secretly happy, thinking that his ancestor had received the gift and would definitely bless his "evil disciple" to be safe and sound.

At that moment, Fuyun was playing Go with Taoist Qingfeng in the courtyard. He held a white piece in his hand and was about to place it when his mind suddenly froze, as if drawn to something. He involuntarily raised his head and gazed directly toward the main hall of his home.

"Haha, the abbot is bothering his ancestor again." Taoist Qingfeng saw this and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile, "However, with Qingxuan's personality, he won't suffer any loss easily."

Fuyun seemed not to hear Taoist Qingfeng's reminder to make his move. His attention was completely attracted by the movement in the main hall.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and said softly, "It is absolutely impossible to make a cultivator unhappy. If there is anything that affects the heart of the Tao, it should be destroyed directly. This is in line with the principle of Taoism following nature."

Taoist Qingfeng heard Fuyun's words and shook his head helplessly. He followed Fuyun's gaze and saw that the main hall was completely quiet...