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Jiang Luo was stunned and asked Lai Cai: "Your master is going to fail if he does this? If the news gets out, will it be bad for his reputation? A famous Taoist priest on the Internet is faking his death..."

Laicai said calmly, "No, Master Qingyi has died several times, and he came back to life every time."

Jiang Luo asked in disbelief: "What...what does this mean?"

Lai Cai said, "Master, you may not know that Master Qingyi practices fake death, and dies every once in a while. It takes ten to twenty days for him to wake up each time, and his Taoism will be more advanced after waking up. Master Qingyi's old fans all know this, so they always come to give him a symbolic funeral. Because the new master is not the current master, it represents rebirth."

Jiang Luo asked: "Isn't your master from the Quanzhen Sect? How come he has mastered the art of fake death?"

Lai Cai shook his head: "I only know that every time he faked his death, he would leave behind a pile of dead wood. He would burn the dead wood and leave a sprouting sapling to plant in the backyard. Now there are more than a dozen saplings planted in the backyard, but they can't live for too long. Every time Master faked his death, a sapling would die with him."

Jiang Luo knew that Taoist Qingyi and his brother were the twin trees. His brother was the one facing the sun, and Taoist Qingyi was the one facing the shade.

Faking death, could it be that the withered branches could no longer support his body?

Jiang Luo asked: "Can you take me to see those small trees?"

Laicai nodded and said, "Okay, Master, please come this way."

Jiang Luo wanted to laugh when he looked at Lai Cai. He was so serious at such a young age, and was simply a little old-fashioned.

Lai Cai brought Jiang Luo to the planting area of ​​the saplings. Although they were called saplings, they were actually just seedlings as thick as a chopstick.

The small seedlings did not grow very well and many of them died. Only two or three were left with a few yellow sprouts.

Jiang Luo asked: "Are these little seedlings your master's life tree?"

Lai Cai shook his head: "I don't know. Master said that he was practicing the wood-type technique of resurrecting dead trees. Between life and death, one can comprehend many truths. Master said that life and death are not important, what is important is what you choose and give up between life and death. He said that only by understanding the choice can you get what you really deserve."

Now Jiang Luo understood why Lai Cai looked like a little old-fashioned at such a young age. This old Taoist priest taught him such profound principles every day without considering whether the child could understand them?

Laicai went to the side and fetched a watering can to water the sapling, then continued, "Master said that we don't need to worry about its life or death, life is given by nature, if it dies, it dies, if it lives, it lives. I think Master is wrong, since life is given by nature, then why does he worry so much about keeping us alive?"

As he spoke, he took a handful of soil and fertilizer and shoveled it onto the sapling. After doing this, he squatted in front of the sapling, patted the sapling's tender buds in a good mood, and whispered, "If you can survive, Master will definitely be very happy, right?"

Jiang Luo thought, if I just snatch this child away like this, will the old Taoist priest feel sad?

At this time, there were bursts of tinkling sounds coming from outside the door. Jiang Luo looked outside curiously again, and saw a group of women in fancy clothes singing and dancing outside.

Jiang Luo leaned over and asked, "Who are these people?"

Lai Cai said without even turning his head: "That's Youyou's grandmother! She is the one who takes care of the sisters."

Jiang Luo understood. It turned out that she was the old lady who was responsible for taking care of those girls. But her dress and behavior were a little strange.

Before he could ask, Lai Cai said, "Grandma Youyou is the only fortune-teller in the surrounding villages. There are some things that men cannot do, so they go and ask Grandma Youyou for help. Grandma Youyou can also pray for the souls of others. Every time my master died, she would come and pray for the souls of others."

Jiang Luo: ...

Although he now knows that Master Qingyi fakes his death and comes back to life every time, he still feels weird when he hears the word "every time".

The old lady performing the shaman dance outside the door was even weirder. She performed the shaman dance like she was dancing the yangge, and even her chanting had a strong smell of local sth. This made Jiang Luo suspect that this old lady was a witch from the Northeast.

Moreover, everyone who was listening could hear clearly what she read, and she looked like she was absolutely not afraid of others stealing her knowledge.

There were a few little girls peeking out from behind, the oldest of whom looked only seven or eight years old. As expected, Laicai was the oldest one.

The oldest girl walked in with her sisters as if they were familiar with the place. As soon as they came in, they tried to pry at the coffin and look inside, but Lai Cai stopped them: "Yaya, don't look around."

The little girl named Yaya retracted her hand and said timidly, "Brother Laicai, I want to see Master Qingyi."

Lai Cai said, "You can't watch it this time, maybe next time! Master has something important to do, don't mess around."

It was obvious that Cai's words were very important, so Yaya took Youyou and a few little sisters and sat on the steps.

Jiang Luo asked: "What are your names?"

As he said this, he took out a handful of chocolates and wanted to share them with them.

Yaya did not take the candy directly, but turned to look at Laicai. Laicai nodded to her, and Yaya took the candy and shared it with her sisters, and answered softly and obediently: "My name is Lu Yaya."

The younger one at the back said, "My name is Lu Youyou."

"My name is Lu Jinjin."

"My name is Lu Yiyi."

Unexpectedly, the little girls all had nice names. Jiang Luo asked, "Weren't your names chosen by Taoist Priest Qingyi?"

The little girls nodded and said in unison: "Grandma Lu gave it to us."

Needless to say, Grandma Lu must be the one performing the shaman dance outside.

Although Grandma Lu didn't have great taste, she was quite attentive in naming the girls. Jiang Luo praised, "Well, they all sound really nice. Why don't you learn to dance like Grandma Lu?"

Yaya said: "Grandma Lu said that dancing the gods is feudal superstition, so we should study hard and not learn these improper things."

Jiang Luo: ...

Well, Grandma Lu is quite honest. She told her adopted granddaughter the truth directly. Isn’t she afraid of losing her job?

It turned out that the rice bowl could not be lost, because before the shaman dance was over, someone came to Grandma Lu with a convulsing child in his arms and asked her to help.

Grandma Lu quickly retracted her magical powers and took off her fancy clothes, revealing the image of a dark old woman.

He immediately went forward and touched the child's head, then touched the child's feet, rubbed his hands, and kneaded his back back and forth.

To outsiders, she might just be doing some bluffing moves, but only Jiang Luo knew that she was not pretending. A wood-type spiritual power was burning in her hands, which was the healing spiritual power.

This Grandma Lu is not a feudal superstitious liar, she really has her own skills.

After rubbing it twice, the little boy got better, opened his eyes and burst into tears. The child's grandmother hurried to comfort him, saying, "Oh, it's all right, it's you, Old Lu! His mother didn't believe me before, look if she believes me now!"

Grandma Lu said in a loud voice, "You have to go to the hospital. Your child's illness needs to be treated. You can't rely on me alone. I can't cure the disease, I can only save his life. But there is no rush. Take him to a big hospital next month to make an appointment. Then he can be scheduled for surgery in no time."

The child's grandmother nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, your words are the most accurate!"

As she said that, she took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Grandma Lu's hand. Grandma Lu didn't refuse and took it directly.

Jiang Luo thought that your business is quite profitable. Look at the thickness of that money, it must be several hundred. No wonder you can support so many children.

After finishing her work, Grandma Lu turned and entered the hall where the coffin was placed. She burst into tears: "My dear Qing... Yi... Hey~~~~ Why did you leave? You left me alone~~~ How can I live... Hey~~~~~~"

Jiang Luo: ...

The corners of his lips twitched as he held onto the door frame, wondering why he felt that Grandma Lu's crying tone was a bit like that of Taoist Master Qingyi's widow?

At this time, another voice came from outside the door. This time it was not crying, but laughing: "Qingyi, Qingyi, let me see this time whether you are dead or not! Your life tree is running out, right? I wonder how many days you can live?"

As he said this, he took a step forward, drew his sword and was about to chop down the large mahogany coffin.