"Fellow Taoist?" The old Taoist priest put the gold and silver rice back into his bag, and suddenly asked about the Taoist across the street, his expression was like an ancient well, without moving at all.
The fat Taoist narrowed his eyes, threw up the six lines of money in his hand, weighed them twice, arranged them in order, then raised his eyebrows and replied, "There are some connections, but there is clearly a purple and green looming, I'm afraid not only It's not a good relationship, but a big disaster, and it's inevitable that you won't be able to shed your skin because of it."
While they were talking, there were already six or seven good horses coming slowly from the city gate. They didn't stop anywhere else and came straight towards the end of the street. The people sitting on the horse look like they are martial arts practitioners. They have strong bodies. Although they are not wearing armor, looking at their heavy posture, they feel majestic. What is different from ordinary people is that these people are holding reins. Both hands have extremely dense scars and old scars, and the calluses on the palms and fingertips can no longer be eliminated and are piled up thickly.
Only those who have been practicing swordsmanship and spearmanship for a long time can see such a scene in the palm of their hands, not to mention that these people are so good at riding horses. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the origins of these people, and I am afraid they are inseparable from the Qi Ling army. Open a relationship.
Neither of the two Taoists made the slightest move. They sat cross-legged and were as stable as ever. However, these people looked at each other in confusion. They hesitated for a moment, then turned over and dismounted, took the reins and walked towards the middle of the street.
"Sir, the letter reports that there is a Taoist who came out of the mountains and settled in this street. It is difficult to tell them apart at the moment. Both of these Taoists have come out of the world. If they are recognized abruptly, it may hurt the harmony." Someone came up. Behind the leader, someone spoke in a low voice.
The son of Prime Minister Qi entrusted me, how could I not put some thought into it? Even though I have been in the army for many years and rarely met with high officials and nobles, I still can't be careless this time.
The leading general frowned. He had been a general for many years and naturally knew the truth. Therefore, he pondered for a moment and walked towards the fat Taoist. He cupped his fists and said, "May I ask this Taoist, is he from the north?"
The latter glanced at the visitor and looked up and down, "Pindao came from the south and wandered here. He thought that he would use the hexagram skills to accumulate some money and travel north again. I am afraid that the benefactor's thoughts will be disappointed."
The general in ordinary cloth didn't ask any more questions. He just glanced at the six-line coin in the Taoist's hand, nodded and left. He walked to the old Taoist across the street and said again, "I dare to ask this Taoist, but because of Coming from the north?"
"It's from the north," the old Taoist responded simply. He tied up the bag filled with gold and silver rice in front of him, raised his head and said with a smile, "This general has a good face, and the center of his eyebrows is bright. Look. Even if the ancestral shadow is flourishing, it won’t take long for him to rise to prominence, but he will not be able to sit on the top of the military attache’s seat in the Qiling court, which is really a precious life.”
After saying this, the old Taoist didn't wait for the general to respond. He stood up, put a whole bag of gold and silver rice on his shoulders, walked through the long street, walked to the fat Taoist, and laughed in a low voice, "Poor Dao has long guessed that you are not a member of the Taoist sect. Although he doesn't want to know where you learned this divination skill, you should hide many of your skills properly when you go out, and don't use them for scattered gold and silver. Show your ability.”
"The people who came from the south are probably his disciples," the old Taoist suddenly realized, and immediately he was overjoyed. He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the fat Taoist without any explanation, "The poor Taoist said Tao once had a chance encounter with your family, but I have become too lazy as I have known you for many days, and I have never thought about your future life. But now the clouds are clearing up. If you have some free time, you might as well go and join us. To the north, find a Taoist temple and give this letter to the current temple owner."
The fat Taoist priest didn't know why. Normally, the two of them were very difficult to deal with. They often competed for business due to their divination skills, and there was no word of harmony. But when he saw the old man's long eyebrows, they were trembling with joy, and it was easy to suppress them. Holding back his anger, he frowned and asked, "Why did the old Taoist jokingly say that there are tens of millions of Taoist temples in Shangqi? After all, when Daqi was not disintegrated, it was a land where the five religions converged. Moreover, the words have not been clearly stated, so why should we order this? Shall I go and deliver a message?"
The old Taoist seemed to have guessed that the fat Taoist would ask this question early on. He waved his hands and said with a smile, "Don't hide it from me. You, a young man named Yi Yin, have been studying in the mountains since he was a child. Up to now, you have three junior disciples." , right or wrong?”
Qian Yin frowned tightly.
Ever since I came down from Nangong Mountain, I had nothing to do. I was bored in the mountains. I fished for the moonlight in the lotus pond and listened to the sound of autumn from the forest tips. I felt tired of it within half a month. Then I stretched out my Taoist robe and traveled all the way here, thinking about earning some money. Money, go somewhere else. What the old Taoist said just now is indeed correct. Although there are only two junior disciples, Yun Zhong and Zhao Ziyang, Miss Wen can be regarded as a junior of the disciple, absolutely right.
"Where did the senior come from? His divination ability alone is much higher than that of the junior."
The old Taoist chuckled, put the letter in the fat Taoist's hand in front of him, and whispered, "It seems that it is not far from Beiyan Daze, which has been rumored recently by word of mouth. It is called Shouqiuguan, but if you want to find it, I'm afraid You asked the whole assembly, but in the end no one knew. The temple has been closed for many years, how many people in the world know, but since you, the descendant, know the hexagrams and Qimen Dunjia, you can't find a place that is not close to the sky or the earth. It shouldn’t be difficult.”
After that, the old Taoist took out a rice bag and pinched out eight or nine rice grains that were wrapped in gold and silver. He handed them to the hands of the people in front of him, said some words of admonition, and then turned around and left.
"Pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, knowing misfortunes and blessings. The Qimen hexagram predicts good and bad fortunes. If you are born to walk on the Kangzhuang Road, there will be no similarities or differences between children falling to the ground. It is useless to worry about gains and losses. It is better to learn the Tao and see the true light."
The old Taoist usually sits cross-legged and rarely gets up. It was not until now when he was leaving that Qian Yin saw that this Taoist had no shoes at all. It was clear that in the depth of autumn, which is almost winter, the long streets and corridors are the coldest. It was cool, but the old man walked leisurely and walked barefoot.
"Those who have come here, the poor Taoist has figured out some signs. It's just that the people who gave the order have been in front of the emperor's gate for a long time and are blocked by the two qi of purple and gold, so they can't figure it out clearly." Before they reached the city gate, the old Taoist spoke. , completely ignoring the astonished looks of the people behind him, he continued, "There should be a young man who has entered the practice of cultivation among those who are accompanying him. He may not necessarily have extraordinary abilities, but he has extraordinary talent and temperament. Since you invite me, why not meet him? At this young age, when half of the rotten wood is already buried in the earth, there is nothing to be afraid of."
With the wind, a man with disheveled hair and beard jumped down from the eaves next to Dachengguan. Unfortunately, not many pedestrians around saw him. This man's body was as high as a dead leaf falling to the ground. He was obviously strong and strong, but his movements were like flying flowers and weak willows. So light and tight, he stopped in front of a few people and slowly raised his hands to the Taoist.
But the old Taoist didn't give him face, and he was a little unhappy, "The poor Taoist doesn't have shoes, because he doesn't want to cut off the thick soil under his feet. Furthermore, he is short of money and can't afford to spend money. You have clearly entered Lingxi, and there is no shortage of money at home." , why bother going barefoot.”
