"Oh, what grandson is so young...Eh? Xiaoman!?"
Pei Laoliu howled miserably and was about to curse, when he turned around and saw the person, it was his grandson.
He crawled up from the ground and said in surprise: "You brat, why is it you! Why are you here!?"
Several people around saw the movement here and cast curious eyes over.
Pei Laoliu immediately pulled Zhang Xiaoman's arm and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."
…
In a corner of the hall.
On the table is a pot of tea, two plates of peanuts, three bowls of side dishes, and some desserts.
An old man and a young man were eating and talking here, while the surroundings were also empty tables and chairs, with only a few people sitting here and there.
Pei Laoliu was dressed formally today. He looked energetic in a long gown, and his hair was carefully combed. If he hadn't fallen down just now and got two vegetable leaves on it, it would have looked really good. Then taste the flavor of Xianfeng Daogu.
Zhang Xiaoman remembered that the last time he saw him dressed so solemnly was when he fooled a rich man from out of town.
"Sixth Master, don't I happen to be here for a trip? I just stopped by to cheer you up."
"Travel? You just said on the phone this morning that you took Dahei to play yesterday. You are dishonest!"
Pei Laoliu looked like he had seen through you a long time ago: "Also, aren't you allowed to enter here? Where did you get the invitation? Don't tell me that you have acquaintances here."
Zhang Xiaoman choked for a moment. Unexpectedly, Grandpa Six knew him quite well, and he immediately blocked the next excuse for him.
He had no choice but to smile and change his words: "How can I have any acquaintances? It's probably because of my outfit that the security guard ignored me. Anyway, I just followed the crowd in."
He decided to use his special move and cheat.
Pei Laoliu's expression was stagnant. He had never been able to do anything about Zhang Xiaoman's skill, but this time his attention was obviously attracted by one of the sentences, and there was an unexpected expression on his face.
"You kid, why did you bring my Zixiao Divine Sword back? Come on, let me take a look and see if you have broken it for me."
Zhang Xiaoman glanced at his mouth and handed over the Zixiao Divine Sword wrapped in cloth behind his back, but said: "This sword is already mine. It is no longer yours. Don't even think about taking it back."
Pei Laoliu responded angrily, then stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sword, and said with some surprise: "I didn't expect that your kid took good care of it. He cleaned and polished it, but you didn't let me, this pearl, Covered in dust..."
Zhang Xiaoman saw that he was bragging again, so he simply ignored him and continued to eat vegetables.
While the two were talking, the conference over there had already begun.
The Dao Discussion Conference is actually just a competition among the magicians. The so-called competition is actually a comprehensive performance of their respective deception methods.
Those who come here to participate are famous masters from all over the country. The organizer will initially select one to ten people with the highest "Tao Xing". These ten people are usually the winners of the previous session. They will come on stage one by one to show off their "means" and let everyone appreciate their "Tao skills" first.
Finally, if anyone is unconvinced, they can go on stage to challenge and show off their skills, and the organizer will rate them. The person with the highest score can replace him.
"I didn't expect you, Mr. Liu, to be quite good at playing. This whole thing is like a singing talent show. You guys are quite following the trend." Zhang Xiaoman said with a smile.
Pei Laoliu picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and said nonchalantly: "Don't get me involved with them. I'm just a spectator. I came here to earn the appearance fee and then go back. I won't go up to perform."
Zhang Xiaoman didn't say anything. He knew Mr. Liu's temperament. Although he seemed a bit out of character at ordinary times, he always liked to fool people. But he actually knows his position very clearly. He is just an old fortune teller, and he never really regards himself as an expert. At home, he always behaves like a common man, only deceiving others but not himself.
On the stage, the host first briefly introduced the ten "defenders" this time. Just hearing their names made people feel enigmatic. Who are the contemporary heads of Longmian Mountain, the masters of Tianshu Pavilion, and the calculations? Wang, Du'e Divine Monk... If you don't know, you might think you're on the set of a fairy novel.
These masters are all sitting in the center near the stage. Behind them are their fans or disciples of the sect. They are all looking at their noses, noses and hearts, looking unmoved by the outside world. At first glance, he looks like a master.
Following the host's invitation, the first one to go on stage to show off was the God of Disaster, who should be the last one among these people.
This was a fat old man in cassock. As soon as he got up, several young monks on the side quickly hung up Buddhist beads for him, handed him scriptures, served wooden fish, and one of them even followed him. , sprinkled water drops on him and the places he walked, and he didn’t know what he was doing.
"Tsk, tsk, this row of noodles is really big enough. As we walk along, there are people spraying water on us. I think we should replace the water with flowers. This will have a better special effect. Didn't they talk about that lotus that grows step by step... "
Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but said.
"Looking at this scene, and then looking at the things you do, Mr. Liu, I suddenly feel that you have been pretending to be a good guy for half your life."
Pei Laoliu rolled his eyes when he heard this and said, "Look at your little knowledge, how can you grow lotuses every step of the way? What others sprinkle is dew. This is called washing away the dew, not accounting for cause and effect, and aiming for a clean world." Words. I’m not as particular as Mr. Liu, it’s too tiring.”
Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but smile when he heard his sour tone and didn't argue with him.
On the stage, the old monk first saluted everyone, then folded his legs and sat on a futon. He held flowers in one hand and knocked on the wooden fish with the other, and began to chant obscure scriptures in his mouth.
There was a microphone beside him, and the sound was transmitted through the amplification equipment and clearly appeared in the ears of everyone in the hall.
"It turns out it's just chanting sutras...boring..."
Zhang Xiaoman originally thought that the other party would use some special means to open his eyes. But he didn't expect that it was just ordinary chanting, which made him a little disappointed.
But then, as the old monk recited the scriptures, Zhang Xiaoman heard something different, which seemed to be different from what he had heard in the temple.
This is a very strange music and rhythm. The syllables in the old monk's mouth and the knocking sound of the wooden fish seem to merge into a strange tone. After listening to it, people can't help but relax physically and mentally, feel at ease, and the whole brain Li didn't want to think about other things, and wished he could just listen quietly.
Everyone in the audience looked peaceful at this moment, and everyone was immersed in this music.
After a while, the sound gradually stopped, and everyone came to their senses one by one.
Although Zhang Xiaoman was restless and soothed by his music, he did not get caught up in it like others. At this moment, he looked at the old monk on the stage who was about to leave in surprise. He was extremely shocked and said in his heart: "What the hell is this monk!? Why is he so evil? Is it possible that there are really other extraordinary beings in the world?"
