"Thank you Daojun for the gift."

"Thank you, Mr. Dao..."

When Brother Gongshu came down the mountain, he still felt hesitant.

When the Taoist priests came down the mountain, everyone's face was filled with joy, but no one dared to say anything.

Everyone looked at the two little Taoist boys Mingguang and Mingxin with burning eyes.

The promotion and re-emergence of Taichu Guan may be due to these two little Taoist priests.

It wasn't until he reached the main hall on the mountainside that the old temple leader turned around and looked at his disciple.

His eyes, which used to be somewhat cloudy and calm, are now filled with tears.

Elder Shou Yuan put his hands on the two children.

"Mingxin! Mingguang!"

"Master!" The two children immediately knelt on the ground. They had never seen their master like this.

The old Taoist priest firmly grasped their shoulders.

"The future and glory of our Taichu Guan depends on you. Which one of you can learn more?"

"Who is..."

"The future master of Taichu Contemplation."

This is no longer just a promise, but an expectation and endless prayer for the future.

The idea of ​​​​wanting Taichu Temple to regain its former glory is deeply buried in the hearts of the old Taoist priests. This strong desire is something that these younger disciples cannot fully understand and feel.

Er Daotong's eyes were blank and he could only respond.

"This is the master, Ming Xin (Ming Guang) will do his best." -

The next day, early in the morning.

The Gongshu brothers delivered what they promised outside the Sutra Hall.

No immortals were seen, and the door of the Buddhist Scripture Hall was closed. There was only the sound of insects and birds chirping in the early morning.

The two of them knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times. After bowing, they silently walked down the mountain and left.

The Gongshu brothers ended their travels around the world and embarked on their way back to the Academy of the Scholars.

Until the sun rose and shone on the door of the Buddhist Scripture Hall.

When the golden sunlight falls inside through the paper window.

The palace door slowly opened, revealing a gap.

General Donkey's furry head with a mean smile popped up.

General Donkey's eyes looked left and right, and he suddenly saw something placed on the stone slab in front of the palace door.

It's about two meters high, and it's covered tightly with a big red cloth, so you can't see clearly what's inside.

Oh, it looks pretty small.

General Donkey's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is it gold?"

"It's so big, there must be a lot of valuable treasures."

"These two guys also have money!"

General Donkey was so excited that he pulled his head back.

The donkey's hooves jumped up happily, and quickly rushed to the Taoist, and immediately urged his master.

"Master! Master!"

"Brother Gongshu has brought everything."

"After all, it's someone else's choice, so go and take a look!"

"I've seen it, it's a huge pile! It's not a courtesy!"

It was obviously not given to him, but General Donkey was even more excited than his own master.

Kong Chenzi was sitting cross-legged on the futon, reading a book.

It looks like he is studying the scriptures in a serious way, and he looks like he is studying the Tao with all his heart.

But if you look closely, you can find that the words "The Legend of Swordsman" are vaguely written on the cover of the book.

The Taoist didn't take it to heart at all. He waved his hand and told General Donkey not to disturb him: "Don't make any noise."

"If you are interested, just go and open it yourself!"

What General Donkey was waiting for was this sentence: "You have your order!"

The donkey cheered and rushed out of the Sutra Collection Hall and came to the thing covered with red cloth.

He opened his mouth and a gust of wind immediately blew up the red cloth.

Lian Yunjun and Qinglong Boy were curious and ran out of the palace, floating in the air, wanting to see what the thing sent by the Gongshu brothers was.

After the red cloth was lifted, the object underneath was finally revealed.

It's a carriage.

No, maybe it should be said to be a donkey cart.

There are no donkeys, only carts.

As if waiting to be tied to some donkey.

It was made exactly according to General Donkey's body size. Although Brother Gongshu had not measured it, but after taking a look, he was almost inseparable.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the heir of the public loser.

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General Donkey was completely dumbfounded. His front hooves gave way and he fell directly to the ground.

"Hahahahaha! What is this?"

"Hahahaha! This is good, this is great!"

Yunjun and Qinglong Boy couldn't bear it any longer. Looking at the donkey cart and the donkey with a dull look on their face, they burst out laughing.
Chapter completed!