The good car is not only comfortable, but also fast. We arrived at Beiziling half an hour faster than yesterday.
Arriving at Beiziling, Mao Sandao no longer had any spare time to appreciate the "beautiful scenery" here.
He carried his bag and went directly to the Taoist Temple on the top of the mountain.
He just wanted to give the money to Banyun as soon as possible, and then ask Banyun to go down the mountain and kill the man in the secret room.
He felt a little impatient.
After arriving at the Taoist temple, Banyun and Lianfeng were sitting on the bench in the courtyard, seemingly closing their eyes to relax.
Mao Sandao directly put the money on the table in the courtyard: "This money is for you, Taoist Priest. Please come down from the mountain tonight."
Looking at the package on the table, Banyun quickly opened his eyes.
When he opened it, he was surprised.
In his impression, this much money was something he could only see 15 years ago, right?
At that time, Master Danteng Zhenren was still alive, and the Zaoge Sect became increasingly prosperous under his leadership, and there was an endless stream of donors who came to ask for help.
Later, after the master became immortal and the sect was handed over to him, for some reason it fell behind like a cliff.
Until today, it has become so shabby.
Up to this point, he had not figured out which part of the problem had gone wrong.
Not to mention the donors who came to ask for help, he had never even left the mountain a few times.
Over the years, the remaining money in the temple has been used to satisfy the craving for food, and it has almost reached its bottom.
On the surface it looks calm and calm, all you need to do is eat and drink enough, but who can understand the unwillingness in your heart?
He knew that there was nothing he could do, so he had to pass on the Tao he had learned throughout his life to Lianfeng, hoping that he could bring the Zaoge Sect back to life in the future.
I never thought that a donor would be so generous today.
This time, it brought back the memory buried deep in his heart.
Touching the money in the package, he felt bitter inside.
He buried his head in the package and smelled the unique smell of money, and the astringency in his eyes became stronger.
After so many years, this Taoist temple can finally be repaired.
"Taoist Priest, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Banyun staring at the package with tears in his eyes, Mao Sandao was a little confused.
"It's okay, it's okay." Banyun secretly wiped the corners of his eyes, looked at Lianfeng and said, "Disciple, put the money away and be sure to keep an eye on it."
Then he looked at Mao Sandao and said, "The donor trusts Pindao so much. Pindao will do his best to eliminate harm to the donor."
"This is not only to eliminate harm for me, but also to eliminate harm for the people." Mao Sandao quickly corrected him.
"Oh, yes, I am just a superficial person, haha." Banyun stood up slowly, "Donor, wait a moment, I will go get ready, and I will go down the mountain with you later."
"Don't worry yet." Mao Sandao quickly stood up and grabbed Banyun, "In order to prevent the person in the secret room from becoming suspicious, I have a plan that I want to tell the Taoist Master."
"Oh?" Banyun sat down and asked, "Donor, please tell me."
Mao Sandao cleared his throat and revealed the plan he had thought up last night.
After hearing this, Banyun nodded slightly and gave a thumbs up: "The benefactor is wise, and the benefactor is thoughtful. Taking him by surprise and attacking him unprepared will increase the chance of winning."
"Be in your position and think of your own method. I also want to ensure that nothing goes wrong." Mao Sandao smiled.
"The benefactor is too humble. Well, please come back first. The poor man and his disciples will be there in the evening." Banyun clasped his fists and saluted.
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Mao Sandao looked outside the door from time to time.
After tonight, everything will be peaceful.
He wasn't worried that Banyun would take the money and not do anything.
He believes that belief and doubt should not intersect; since you choose to believe, there should be no doubt.
Furthermore, the money is not your own, and there is nothing worth feeling sorry for.
But it was already late at night, and Mao Sandao didn't see Ban Yun's figure.
Could it be that you are lost?
The location of the bookstore is not in a busy city. It is relatively remote. It is normal to have trouble finding the location for a while.
Mao Sandao walked out of the door, glanced at the alleys in both directions, and confirmed again that Banyun was not here.
He returned to the store and flipped through the books absentmindedly, feeling somewhat anxious.
Boo! Boo! Boo!
There were footsteps in the alley.
coming!
Mao San was delighted, pretended to be calm, and closed the book.
From time to time, when he saw someone coming at the door, he couldn't help but be startled.
A tall and slender woman slowly walked in from the door.
The woman was wearing a black mask, a white cashmere coat, and a pair of dark red high heels that accentuated the woman's tall and perfect figure to the extreme.
Through the fair and tender skin revealed by the woman, Mao Sandao boldly guessed that she must be a great beauty.
I have been in the bookstore for several days, and the guest is a woman. This is the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair.
"Hello……"
Mao Sandao quickly stood up.
"Hello...hello."
Mao Sandao couldn't help feeling numb all over because of the woman's voice.
And Mao Sandao's handsome face, especially the fact that he kept staring at the woman, made the woman lower her head shyly.
"Please...please sit down."
Mao Sandao realized his gaffe and quickly moved a chair and placed it behind the woman.
The woman nodded, sat on the chair, and asked, "I would like to ask, is it possible to trade souls here?"
"That's right." Mao Sandao took the "Visit Book" next to him, "Wait a moment, I'll register first."
Open the booklet.
Unscrew the pen cap.
"What's the name of the beauty?"
"Zhang Shuyan, Zhang of articles, Shu of ladies, Swallow of swallows."
"Okay, Zhang...Shu...Yan...that's a pretty name." As soon as he registered his name, Mao Sandao suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes, "Is your name Zhang Shuyan?"
"Well, is there any...is there any problem?" The woman frowned.
"No problem." Mao Sandao smiled, "It's just that the name of one of my friends is very similar, haha."
"Oh, there are many people with the same name in the world, so it's not surprising." the woman replied.
"Yes, there are many people with the same name."
Mao Sandao thought of Zhang Shuyan from the same village and got goosebumps for no reason.
Not to mention other conditions, there is no comparison just in terms of body shape.
"How old are you?"
Mao Sandao then asked.
"26."
"Beauty, what do you need to change?"
"I want to change my beauty."
"Beauty?" Mao Sandao raised his head and looked at the woman curiously, "Are you changing your beauty for others?"
"It's not someone else, it's me."
Mao San clicked his tongue. Apart from wearing a mask, judging from the overall appearance of the woman, the most important thing she lacked was her beauty.
Now that he wanted to exchange for beauty, Mao Sandao was a little confused.
"You?" Mao Sandao stared at the woman, "You already look beautiful."
Unexpectedly, the woman shook her head and frowned even more, as if she had remembered something sad: "I'm not as good-looking as you think."
"Haha, you are so humble." Mao Sandao turned the pen in his hand and smiled.
"I'm not self-effacing. What you see now is just the surface." With tears in her eyes, the woman touched her face beside the mask.
In a daze, Mao Sandao seemed to understand what the woman meant. He stopped spinning the pen in his hand: "What you mean is your..."
"Yeah." The woman hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and slowly took off the black mask.
When Mao Sandao saw the woman's face, his hand suddenly shook and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.
