In the spring of March, the grass grows long and the orioles fly, the grass and trees are lush in the sloping fields, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight.
An old man and two young men were walking on a road full of weeds.
The old Taoist priest kicked his legs and said with a proud face: "Bird, how does it feel to be occupied with the exclusive seat? Are you going to be angry to death?"
Xihe glanced at him: "Isn't it enough to stop your mouth?"
The old Taoist took a bite of the rice cake and closed his eyes with satisfaction: "Humph, it's useless for you to be angry. It's natural for an apprentice to betray his master!"
Along the mountain road, we stopped in front of a ruined temple.
The old Taoist priest came down and walked in. There was air leakage everywhere in the temple, withered grass all over the ground. Half of the Bodhisattva's face was gone, and a small swaying flower grew out of the hand holding the jade purification bottle.
The sun shines down from the roof, illuminating several beams of light.
The old Taoist priest held the sesame cakes in his arms, staggered to the haystack in the corner, lay down, and sighed: "Walking around, I finally found that a ruined temple is still more comfortable."
Xihe and the two stood in front of the door, looking at him quietly.
The old Taoist priest took out the old liar's plaque, rubbed it carefully for a while, then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes: "Wang Laoguo, I don't know if you have passed the Naihe Bridge? Will you still be poor in your next life?"
"Oh, I'm getting old, and this rice cake won't move anymore."
He opened his eyes, grinned, and handed the cake over: "Bird, here, you used to rely on this crap to survive."
Xihe walked over and took it from his hand, with a calm expression: "It looks pretty good."
The old Taoist priest threw his head back and laughed so hard that he couldn't help but cough. Yuan Bao stepped forward and patted him on the back gently, murmuring: "Master..."
The big eyes on the baby's face were full of tears, and he had obviously realized something.
The old Taoist priest raised his hand to wipe it for him, but after a while, he lowered it feebly and grinned: "Forget it, let your wife wipe it. Queniao is the most stingy person. I will definitely wipe her hair for you."
Xihe raised his eyebrows: "You do understand."
The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes: "Who doesn't know your bad temper?"
After talking for a long time, he couldn't help coughing hard. He had the illusion that he was going to cough out his lungs. He collapsed against the wall and waved his hands: "I can't do it anymore. I can't stand it anymore. I have to leave."
Yuan Bao's face was filled with tears: "Master!"
The old Taoist priest looked at him and smiled: "Apprentice, can I see your other appearance?"
He had a relaxed smile on his face, but what he said instantly made Yuan Bao dumbfounded. He subconsciously looked at Xi He, wondering how the master discovered his identity.
Xihe nodded: "Open your eyes, Master."
The old Taoist priest nodded: "Yes, the old Taoist has never seen many demons."
Yuan Bao blinked his eyes and turned into a mighty and tall silly roe deer. He tentatively stepped forward and rubbed against the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest was stunned for two seconds and laughed: "It turned out to be a roe deer. The old Taoist said, hahaha, cough." Ahem..."
Yuan Bao was ashamed and immediately transformed back into human form.
Xihe's face turned dark: "What's wrong with the roe deer? How smart is our Yuanbao!"
The old Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, laughing until tears came to his eyes. Finally, he stepped forward and touched Yuanbao's head. He also touched Xihe's hair regardless of her awkwardness, and said warmly: "Bird, please protect your husband more in the future."
Even if you are stupid, you are still a monster. What if you don’t have the birds to protect you?
Xihe thought to himself, this guy looks good, but in fact he is not bad at all, but he said: "This is my husband-in-law, and I don't need you to tell me."
The old Taoist priest nodded repeatedly: "That's right."
He let go of his hand, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes: "Okay, you go out, I want to stay alone for a while."
