"By the way, why did that old Taoist say that I am full of immortal energy..."
Nan Er asked Xia Zhichan with a curious look:
"Is it possible that I was born with an immortal spirit and a person capable of practicing Taoism?"
Xia Zhichan smiled, and he only replied with one word about Nan Er's mysterious confidence:
"fart!"
"Huh? What do you mean by that? The old Taoist said more than once that I am full of immortal energy. Didn't you hear it?"
Nan Er was somewhat unconvinced and pointed in the direction where Lao Dao left, emphasizing again and again.
"You are full of fairy aura, that's because you took a sip of fairy brew before..."
Xia Zhichan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Now it was him who taught Nan Er.
"The fairy brew contains pure Qi, but your body can't absorb it at all. It can only slowly leak out from your great orifice."
Therefore, in the yin and yang eyes of the old Taoist, Nan Er's body was surrounded by a layer of milky white illusory mist, making Nan Er look like a fairy.
"Of course you do have the qualifications to practice Taoism..."
Before Xia Zhichan finished speaking, Nan Er's eyes lit up, and he approached Xia Zhichan with an expectant look on his face.
"It's a pity that you have passed the age of weakness and your bones have become mature. In addition, your vitality has been released. It is basically impossible to practice Taoism in this life."
Xia Zhichan commented on Nan Er's qualifications with a flat face.
When the latter heard this, his face turned red, he scratched his head in embarrassment and asked:
"How did you know?"
"People who practice Taoism can naturally see it."
Xia Zhichan shook the teapot and found that the two of them drank tea while chatting. The pot of tea was actually finished by the two of them.
So as soon as I put down the teapot, I heard Nan Er say with a bitter look on his face:
"Is it possible that those who practice Taoism can only become monks who are not close to women? How boring is that..."
"Ah……"
Xia Zhichan just smiled softly when he heard this. He also imitated Nan Er's way of writing on the table before, dipping his fingers in tea and writing four words on the table:
"Dharma, couple, wealth, land."
"What does it mean?"
Nan Er looked at it, and he knew all four words, but he didn't know what Xia Zhichan meant.
"Dharma refers to the cultivation method. I am currently in the inexperienced stage where I have not yet cultivated the mental method."
Xia Zhichan erased the word "法" with her hand, then placed her finger on the second word and continued:
"Companion refers to a like-minded partner. We Lingguan can only have one Taoist partner in our life. Although Buddhism and Taoism emphasize asceticism, they also have branches like the Huanxi Sect's Yin-Yang Hehe Sect..."
Erase the word "mate".
"Oh - that means you can still find a wife, right?"
Nan Er nodded and asked.
"Yes, but it must be a like-minded cultivator and definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise..."
Xia Zhichan did not continue, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. The sadness did not come from him, but from someone else.
"What about 'cai'? It means to have money..."
Nan Er also felt the change in Xia Zhichan's mood, and quickly changed the topic and continued to ask.
"Wealth refers to abundant property, but it is not yellow and white things, but things that can help one's cultivation, such as some heavenly and earthly treasures."
Xia Zhichan was born in the lineage of Lingguan in Quelong Mountain. I dare not say anything else. There are countless heavenly and earthly treasures that can help with cultivation. However, his master naturally understood the principle of overthrowing a young man's talent, so he only used some mild and nourishing medicines for his apprentice.
"The last one is 'earth', which refers to the blessed land of cave heaven, which is the place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers. There are a total of thirty-six cave heavens and seventy-two blessed lands in the world. However, Quelong Mountain, which is part of our Lingguan lineage, is not here. Among the hundred and eight cave heavens and blessed lands..."
"why is that?"
Xia Zhichan erased the last word. He pondered for a moment before continuing:
"I also asked Master this question, but Master didn't answer me, so I don't know either..."
"Oh - is there something you don't know about too?"
Nan Er stood up straight. He was a little drunk from drinking tea. He wanted to walk around the house and move around.
"Nonsense, I'm not a god."
Xia Zhichan looked at Nan Er who was wandering around in the room, and he suddenly said:
"Stop wandering around. You'll be so tired and sweaty later."
"What's the meaning?"
Nan Er stopped and looked at Xia Zhichan who was smiling and saying nothing with suspicion.
…
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.
The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a group of officials in black uniforms holding broad long knives surrounded the wing of the west courtyard where Xia Zhichan was.
"Your Majesty, thank you for your help."
Zhao Bin, the son of the Zhao family, bowed to the man wearing official robes and said sincerely.
"Oh, nephew, you don't have to be polite. Your family's affairs are my own business..."
The county magistrate looked like he had a big belly. He patted Zhao Bin on the shoulder with a smile and said:
"Your father and I have a deep friendship, so naturally I won't shirk this little thing."
Zhao Bin quickly said yes with a smile. Of course, he knew in his heart that his father and the county magistrate really had no friendship at all, but money can make all the difference.
The most indispensable thing for the Zhao family is money.
Several high-denomination banknotes were stuffed into the county magistrate, so there was a so-called "deep friendship".
"Hahaha, this must be the county magistrate. I am so polite."
After cleaning up and dressing up, the old Taoist walked over with a white whisk in his hand. He smiled and saluted the county magistrate.
"Hey, Taoist Master, Nephew Zhao Xian said that you know five hundred years before and five hundred years after. You have the ability to predict the unknown and subjugate demons... Then how about my official fortune?"
The county magistrate looked at the old Taoist who seemed to be a fairy, so he calmed down a little. He shook his head and asked.
"I think the county magistrate is very lucky. He will be promoted and make a fortune soon, but..."
The old man deliberately says half and half, which is a common trick in the world of deceiving people, in order to arouse your interest and make you listen to him.
"Just what? Is there anything bad going on? Just say it."
The county magistrate raised his eyebrows. He waved his hand pretending to be cool and generous, almost shaking out the few banknotes hidden in his sleeves, and quickly stuffed them with his hands.
Ahem.
He coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.
"It's just that I saw a black line in the red light on the county magistrate's head. I'm afraid he might be decapitated..."
"Yeah?"
The county magistrate rolled his eyes and expressed that he did not believe it at all. But as soon as he heard what the old man said next, his expression immediately changed.
"Lord County Magistrate, have you been having nightmares lately, in which someone is asking for your life?"
The old Taoist smiled slightly, twirling his beard and said as if the old god was there.
"You...how did you know?"
The county magistrate has indeed been having nightmares every night these days. In his dreams, there is always a figure whose face he cannot see clearly threatening his life.
The nightmare kept him from sleeping well these days, and he hadn't been to the Yamen for several days, and the Yamen's case files were piled up in a mountain.
When he heard what the old Taoist said today, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
He quickly wiped his sweat with the corner of his sleeve, and then directly took out all the banknotes that Mr. Zhao had just given to him from his sleeve. Although he felt a little distressed, he still stuffed them into Lao Dao's hand.
"Master Tao, please help me solve this disaster..."
"It doesn't matter. After this matter is completed, I will immediately help the county magistrate exorcise ghosts and relieve disasters."
The old man tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips, pretending to be indifferent and put the banknote into his cuff.
With these few banknotes, it means that my trip was not in vain.
"Okay, okay, please, Master Dao."
The county magistrate then bowed respectfully to the old man.
"Well, let's get rid of the evil spirits here first."
The old Taoist flicked his fly whisk and stood in front of the door of the west courtyard wing. However, he had no intention of going in. He just put on a majestic look.
"superior!"
The county magistrate pointed his hand, and the yamen detectives in black drew their swords from their waists and approached the house step by step.
The old Taoist looked at those ferocious knife-wielding government officials and thought that they could not take down the two casual cultivators in the room.
What if, he also considered what if something unexpected happened.
Therefore, he had already finished the Taoist secret with his left hand hidden under his wide sleeves. It was not a magic trick for casting a spell, but a magic trick for escaping from the ground.
Once something uncontrollable happened, he would grease the soles of his feet first.
"superior!"
The two burly government officials at the front kicked open the door of the house, and then a group of government officials filed in.
Then there was the sound of weapons clashing.
"Is this going to be okay?"
After all, Zhao Bin was young and still a little impatient, so he worriedly asked the county magistrate who was sitting next to him and drinking tea.
"Don't worry, nephew. My men are all elite soldiers. Not to mention two gangsters, even monsters can be hacked to death, hahaha."
The magistrate shook his head, looking smug.
He was stroking his hands and laughing.
Suddenly a loud "bang" was heard.
The squad leader, who was the most skilled in martial arts among the government officials, was kicked out of the house and rolled and crawled on the ground several times before he stopped.
The magistrate blinked, and before he could speak, he saw several more people flying out of the house.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The government officials fell to the ground, rolling around with extremely painful expressions on their faces.
"Ouch..."
"It hurts!"
"Legs, legs, legs...are going to be broken."
The magistrate's hand holding the teacup began to tremble, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He was clearly holding the teacup but forgot to drink it, so he could only swallow hard.
"this……"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several more people were thrown out from inside, and each one of them was screaming in pain and rolling on the ground like the previous ones.
"This, this, this..."
Snapped!
This time, the white porcelain tea cup in the magistrate's hand fell off and hit the ground.
With a snap, the white porcelain broke into several pieces, and the hot tea spilled directly onto his feet, but he didn't feel any pain for a while.
"This, this, this... Ouch, my feet hurt!"
The county magistrate was stunned for a long time before he felt the pain in his feet. His right foot shook as if it had been bitten by something, and he hurriedly took off his official boots.
"Ouch, what the hell is going on?"
"Sir, there is a person inside who is extremely skilled in martial arts. He defeated us with just one move."
The leader who was the first to be kicked out among the government officials had almost recovered. He sat up from the ground, reluctantly held up his hands and saluted the county magistrate.
"Damn it! This is the first time I have seen such a bold gangster. Someone takes my seal and invites the garrison generals nearby..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the wing in the west courtyard being opened.
A ray of golden light flew out from inside and hit the county magistrate's forehead, causing a bulge as big as an egg.
Ouch!
The county magistrate stretched out his hand and touched it, and he screamed in pain like a pig being killed.
The golden light did not fall to the ground before hitting the county magistrate's forehead, but instead floated in the air.
Looking up, it was a gold seal the size of two fingers.
"It's gold..."
When the magistrate saw the money, he stretched out his hand to grab the gold seal, but he saw the words "No taboos for blessings from heavenly officials" written on the gold seal.
Suddenly I was startled, and my whole body was covered in cold sweat as if I was being washed with water.
No, it shouldn't be...
Jinyin Wufeng turned over automatically, revealing the writing on the back.
When the county magistrate saw the words "Five Colored Spirit Officer", he was so frightened that he almost rolled his eyes and fainted. He started trembling from his hands until his whole body was shaking like chaff.
"Big, big, big..."
Just one sentence, my lord, the county magistrate is dead or alive. It's as if the tongue doesn't recognize the teeth, and it keeps stumbling and stumbling.
Pat pat pat, sweat couldn't stop flowing down.
At this moment, a slightly angry voice came from the room:
"roll."
With one word, the county magistrate was relieved. He couldn't even utter complete words in his mouth. He could only kneel on the ground, bang his head a few times, and then limp out.
