Chapter 578: Chapter 578: The Ancestor Buys Golden Thread Sandalwood Chapter 578: Chapter 578: The Ancestor Buys Golden Thread Sandalwood Ning Mu’s intention was obvious; he had already made up his mind.
They were all adults now.
He still had the autonomy to make decisions for himself.
Shang Junxiao felt a continuous pang in his heart, but could only nod and say helplessly, “Alright then, there’s still so ti until the end of the month. Ning Mu, go back and think it over carefully. There’s no rush. If you change your mind, co and find .”
Ning Mu smiled and nodded, “Thank you.”
At this mont, Brother Xiaosong ca to call for Shang Junxiao.
Shang Junxiao could only pat Ning Mu’s shoulder, silently encouraging him, before he hurried off.
At the ti, Shang Junxiao didn’t know that this decision might lead him to regret it for the rest of his life.
Ning Mu watched the direction Shang Junxiao had gone, then looked towards the stage and backstage area, took a deep breath, and walked towards his companions.
…
After Jiangli and Xia Xin had lunch, the pilgrims had all left.
After a quick clean-up, Jiangli and Xia Xin left.
Xia Xin said that there was an old street not far from Jiaoyang Temple, where one could find a market specializing in various types of timber and custom furniture for custors.
He took Jiangli and headed directly to the furniture market, making their way to the timber sellers.
Xia Xin was fairly familiar with the area and quickly guided Jiangli to a timber shop he knew well.
In the shop, they were cutting so newly delivered timber to be used for various kinds of furniture.
Because there were many temples nearby, they also kept timber for Rebirth Plaques.
Xia Xin had previously accompanied the Taoist to buy timber here before.
As soon as he entered, he called out like a regular, “Master Sun, we’ve co to buy wood.”
On the other side, the cutting machine whirred rapidly, with sawdust flying everywhere.
Many people stood around, and at first, the roar of the cutting machine seed to drown out Xia Xin’s voice, and no one noticed them.
Seeing this, Xia Xin called out again, “Master Sun?”
This ti he raised his voice considerably, and finally, the people opposite reacted.
An old man in his sixties, hunchbacked and covered in sawdust with a scruffy beard, turned around.
His eyes twinkled with a lively spirit.
When he saw Xia Xin, he exclaid in recognition and ca over warmly, “Xiaoxin, why are you here today? What kind of wood are you looking to buy?”
The wood for the Taoist’s coffin had also been purchased here in the past.
Master Sun was quite fond of Xia Xin, the young man.
“Do you have any Golden Thread Sandalwood? Just a small piece, the offcuts will do. Enough to make a Rebirth Plaque,” Xia Xin specified his needs in detail.
Neither of them stood on ceremony.
Upon hearing this, Master Sun looked at the young girl beside Xia Xin curiously and asked, “Xiaoxin, who is this young lady? She’s quite pretty. She’s not your significant other, is she?”
At this question, Xia Xin almost died of fright, shaking his head vehently, “No, no! She’s the current Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple, kind of my master. Master Sun, it’s not okay to joke like that!”
Was this kind of joke even appropriate?
Did he look like the kind of person who would betray his master and ancestors?
Even if he did have dishonorable intentions, he wouldn’t dare.
Besides, he had no such thoughts at all.
Upon realizing his misunderstanding, Master Sun quickly spit in disapproval, “I misspoke, misspoke. My mouth deserves a sock, don’t take it to heart. But I’ve never heard before, when did Jiaoyang Temple get a disciple?”
Xia Xin glanced at Jiangli’s expression and, seeing that the old ancestor didn’t seem angry, relaxed a little and made up an excuse, “The Abbot used to travel abroad all the ti and only rushed back after my master passed away.”
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