Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

The next day was the first day of the new year, and the devout believers of Cihang Temple arrived early again.

Old Madam Yuan was no exception.

However, she came very early this time, but when she arrived, she found that she was the last one.

Fortunately, the road leading up the mountain and the area outside the Taoist temple where carriages are parked have been widened, so even if you arrive late, you don’t have to walk up the mountain.

As usual, she worshipped, burned incense and made offerings along the way. After all the rituals were completed, she walked to the corridor connecting the front hall and the main hall, intending to chat with other believers.

"There are so many people here today, even Lord Yan and Duke Dingguo are here!"

She greeted the two official followers with a smile.

"Long time no see. Madam Yuan is still in good health!" Yan Tongzhi bowed with a smile.

Duke Dingguo also nodded to her in a friendly manner:

"I just finished my work these few days and I'm in Nandu, so let's come and burn incense together."

A young couple came over and saluted her:

"Mrs. Yuan!"

Old Madam Yuan took a closer look and found that the young man next to her had thick eyebrows, big eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and a tall stature. He was actually a very unfamiliar person.

However, the woman next to him was graceful and beautiful. Old Madam Yuan was very familiar with her. She was Zheng Yuannai's wife, Wei.

and so……

"This... is this Master Zheng?"

During the more than one month of disaster relief, those who came to burn incense were basically female family members, so Old Madam Yuan had not seen Zheng Yuannai for a long time.

To her, Zheng Yuannai's changes were indeed quite big.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, with skin and bones all over his face, which was really creepy to look at.

After not seeing him for a month or two, he has gained some weight and has suddenly become tall, handsome and upright, a very handsome young man.

"It's this junior!"

Zheng Yuannai smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, and he looked full of energy.

"You have fully recovered. Congratulations!"

Zheng Yuannai nodded happily and bowed towards the East Garden:

"Thanks to the temple master's grace, he gave me a bottle of nectar a few days ago. After drinking it, my body is completely healed!"

Old Man Yuan was both amazed and envious.

The offerings from my family are far less than those from other believers, and I don’t know if there will ever be a day when I can be granted the elixir.

Then he looked up at the wealthy businessmen. Except for Mrs. Zeng whose husband had passed away many years ago and who brought her son with her, the rest were couples gathered together.

The Qin Dafu couple and their old mother also came.

She was all alone.

The stubborn old man at home just refused to accompany her to burn incense.

After chatting with everyone for a while, she said strangely:

"Why didn't I see Taoist Master Huiyun today?"

Madam Qin said:

"I just came here, and now I'm busy with other things."

Old Madam Yuan wondered if she could still talk to Taoist Huiyun today.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Taoist Huiyun walking towards this side with a few female Taoists.

The few female Taoist priests walking in front were all very tall, and some of them were holding a few small tables in their hands.

Some of them are holding a Nuo cushion.

Everyone walked with great vigor and ease.

In the past, when the male believers saw this situation, they would eagerly step forward to help move things. Later, they discovered that these Taoist priests were actually stronger than them, and that they were just showing off their skills in front of the experts.

In addition, the Taoist priests all insisted that they did not need to take action, so later on, everyone gradually stopped making a fool of themselves.

Soon, a small coffee table and stools were set up under the corridor, and a few female Taoist priests came from behind and brought tea and snacks.

Huiyun smiled and said to everyone:

"Everyone came so early today. You must be tired after standing for so long. Come sit down and have some snacks and drink some tea."

"Thank you for your hard work, Taoist Huiyun!"

Everyone thanked him and took their seats.

Old Madam Yuan was a little puzzled. She had come to Cihang Temple so many times, but this was the first time she had been able to get tea, snacks and a seat.

Moreover, after everyone had a round of snacks and two pots of tea, no one showed any intention of leaving.

You know, in the past, although everyone came early, they would go down the mountain after staying for an hour at most. Today was really abnormal.

"Is today a special day?"

She asked Mrs. Yan beside her in a low voice.

Seeing that she knew nothing, Mrs. Yan felt a little sympathy for her.

However, isn't it a bit cruel to tell her the truth now?

"It's not a special day. If you are busy at home, you can go down the mountain earlier."

She advised kindly.

Old Madam Yuan naturally refused.

Mo Niang was already married, and Censor Yuan was going to the Inspection Office, so she had nothing to do.

It would be lonely if I go back, so it would be better to enjoy the mountain breeze and chat with believers.

More than an hour passed while he sat there, during which time many ordinary pilgrims came to burn incense.

As noon approached, Taoist Master Huiyun came again and said to the crowd:

"Please follow me, believers who want to help with the disaster relief. The abbot is waiting for you in the reception hall."

The people who had been waiting for a long time suddenly looked delighted, and all stood up and followed Huiyun towards the East Garden.

Only Old Madam Yuan was confused, and she quickly pulled Old Madam Qin, who was the last one left:

"Disaster relief? Old sister, what does Taoist Huiyun mean by disaster relief?"

Madam Qin looked at her inexplicably:

"Don't you know? More than two months ago, on July 25, the temple master called on all devout believers to come to the temple to discuss helping the flood victims in several counties in Nanzhili."

"I went to your house to inform you. Since you were not there, I left a letter for the gatekeeper to inform you to gather at the temple three days later in the morning."

Old Madam Yuan asked doubtfully:

"Did you really leave a letter? I didn't receive it..."

"I really did. I didn't see you during the later gatherings and disaster relief efforts. I thought you were unwilling to respond to the temple master's call!"

"Oh, I won't say any more. I have to go see the abbot! Today the abbot wants to reward us believers who have come to help with disaster relief!"

The little old lady ran as fast as the wind and quickly caught up with the others.

Only Old Madam Yuan was left standing there all alone, her expression changing from confusion to sudden realization to gnashing of teeth.

*

The people following Huiyun soon arrived at the reception hall.

The reception hall had not changed much from the last time, and everyone took their seats one by one.

After a while, Xiao Kundao reported:

"The temple master is here!"

Everyone stood up and saluted.

"No need to be polite, please take a seat."

After not seeing him for two months, everyone felt that the master of the temple looked more and more elegant and otherworldly, not like an ordinary person.

Among all the people present, only Duke Dingguo was meeting the master of the temple for the first time.

While he was standing up, he plucked up the courage to take a look and was shocked by the youth and extraordinary beauty of the temple master.

Even though his wife had told him the last time that the temple master looked like a deity, the feeling of seeing it with one's own eyes was completely different.

But what shocked him even more was the aura emanating from the master of the temple.

Obviously, her tone of voice and the way she looked at people were very gentle, but for a veteran like him who had been on the battlefield for many years and was accustomed to the flash of swords and blood, he felt inexplicably awed just by looking at her.

Subconsciously, I felt that such a direct gaze was disrespectful.

Even when facing two dynasties of emperors, he had never felt this way.