The master of Luosong Temple has a long beard, bright eyes and full of momentum.
Meeting Xi He's gaze, he smiled gently: "If Cheng Dong's family doesn't want to say anything, that's fine. Pindao was just thinking of where he could help... You have helped me, Luo Songguan, so much. Pindao couldn't be more grateful." All."
Xihe smiled and rolled his eyes: "Now that the Taoist Master has spoken, you're welcome, Cheng. I really need your help with something."
The viewer was surprised: "Oh? You said it."
Xihe's expression became serious: "Ten years ago, a thief stole something from my Cheng Mansion. There has been no news yet. This thief is called 'Wu Taoist'. If the master can help me find out something in the Taoist sect, naturally, It could not be better."
The old man had been hiding for many years, and she didn't know when she would find him.
The owner of the temple immediately agreed: "I'm just asking about someone. Don't worry, Mr. Cheng, Pindao will help you find him."
Luosong Temple is completely different from Ziyang Zhenren's Ziyu Temple. One is an evil temple that harbors evil and evil, and the other is an upright disciple of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty. The disciples in the temple often go to the mountains to give porridge and help the people, and they are full of righteousness.
Ah Lu looked at the long queue in front of the mountain gate and was deeply moved: "So this is the legendary Taoist priest who saved people in troubled times."
While instructing his disciples to give porridge, Fuchen told the people not to grab it, as everyone would have it. When he saw Xihe and others coming, he loudly told the people that Cheng Dong's family had sent several carriages of food to the Taoist temple, so they would not be afraid of starvation in the future. .
The people cheered and thanked each other: "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, and thank you, Taoist Priest."
Xihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly left with Ah Lu.
Returning to the guest house, I found Fulu playing chess with the viewer, one holding the black stones and the other holding the white stones. The viewer was pressing forward step by step like a sharp blade, while Fulu was like a gentle spring breeze, taking every step unhurriedly. He doesn't care even if he gets eaten.
Xihe watched for a while and suddenly said: "Master, you lost."
The spectator was immediately embarrassed and annoyed: "Watching the chess without saying a word, doesn't Mr. Cheng know? Besides, where did Pindao lose? Isn't this a good life?"
Xihe then smiled: "Please take a closer look."
However, before the viewer could take a closer look, Fulu’s fingertips were filled with black stones in a corner. In an instant, the seemingly unrelated chess pieces on the chessboard formed a giant net, tightly trapping the white stones in the middle, and the game was decided.
The visitor was dumbfounded and wiped his eyes in disbelief: "No, how is this possible?"
When did he set the trap and why didn't he notice it at all?
Fu Lu cupped his hands and said, "Master of the temple, I accept my concession."
Xi He smiled and helped Fu Lu stand up: "Master, if you have bothered me for a few days, we will take the first step. If there is news about the demon, you can just pass the news to the Cheng family shop."
The viewer smiled heartily: "Okay, then I wish Mr. Cheng's family a smooth journey."
The coachman had already bought new horses, and the group came to the front of the mountain. Taoist Priest Qingyu and others came. They watched the few people slowly disappear at the end of the road. Xihe in the car was very curious: "How can the master get off with you?" Are you playing chess?"
Fu Lu closed his eyes and rested: "After chatting for a while, it started to rain."
It's just that he took the initiative to invite it.
Fu Lu remembered the agreement he had made with the temple owner, and his calm mood gradually became turbulent...
Xihe asked casually. After he finished speaking, he didn't care anymore. Instead, he paid attention to Fu Lu's hands. He was now an out-and-out old man, with gray hair and chicken skin, and wrinkles and wrinkles on his face and hands. Baba's.
"Alu."
she shouted.
Ah Lu raised his eyes in confusion: "What's wrong, Miss?"
Xihe moved over and took something like nail clippers from the small bag beside her: "Go on and sleep."
Ah Lu said "Oh" and fell asleep again in a daze with his arms pillowed on his head.
Fu Lu was resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly felt his hand being held by someone. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the woman cutting his nails with scissors. Fu Lu:...
He suddenly took his hand back: "What are you doing?"
Xihe pulled it back and continued to cut: "Your nails are long and it makes me feel uncomfortable."
Fu Lu instantly blushed, his chest heaved a few times, and then he didn't pull his hand back. He endured it for most of the day. When Xihe was finished cutting, he couldn't wait to take back his hand. He looked out the window and ignored Xihe for the next few hours. .
Xihe blinked, not knowing why he was angry again.
At night, everyone stayed in a villager's house. Xihe still shared a room with Ah Lu, and Fulu had a room by himself. The coachman guarded the carriage. Everyone was sleeping well, but Xihe suddenly heard the sound of the door being pried open. Dark shadows came in.
"have you slept?"
"Shh, keep your voice down!" he said again. "Sleep."
Ah Lu was so sleepy that her voice flowed, but Xi He recognized that the voices were the two sons of this family.
At night, the eyes of these two people were wandering, with a sly look on their faces. Unexpectedly, they rushed in as soon as the night fell. Xihe laughed angrily, did he think they were fat sheep?
She lay still, preparing for the two of them to get closer and give one of them an unforgettable lesson.
With a creak, the door opened again.
A rickety figure walked in slowly.
The two men subconsciously turned their heads, and when they saw it, they thought it was their father, and they immediately cursed: "Damn old man, you scared us to death." They chuckled again, "You are so old and you still think about such a good thing? Go away, go away, Go and guard outside the door first, wait until the two brothers finish playing, and then give it to you...Ouch!"
One of the men fell to the ground clutching his stomach, screaming in agony.
The other one was stunned for a second and then became furious: "You're crazy!"
Without thinking about it, the man strode forward and slapped him, just to subdue this bad old man. Who knew that the old man suddenly raised his head, and the moonlight shone down and fell on his old face.
The man gasped: "You are not an old man!"
Fulu didn't say a word, and grabbed the man's arm. In an instant, a huge force pressed the man unable to move: "It hurts, it hurts..."
The screams woke up the people in the small courtyard, and they ran over one after another.
A few minutes later,
A group of people drove a carriage on a wild road.
Ah Lu held Xi He's arm tightly, her face turned pale, and she was still very frightened.
Xihe patted her arm and looked across: "Thank you."
Fu Lu leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and said nothing.
Xihe said again: "But don't come out next time, but I can handle the two minions."
Fu Lu suddenly opened his eyes, and the weak light of the candle shone on the woman's face. Her eyebrows were soft, and there was a smile in her eyes. He paused and looked away: "I know."
The smile on Xihe's mouth opened little by little, and he was extremely happy.
He is a mountain god, a mountain god who loves his people like his own children. How could he blame his people? Indulging her in doing so many wrong things.
Xihe stretched out his hand, across the small table in the middle, and gently covered the mountain god's hand with his hand, as if sighing and contented: "Fu Lu..."
