Under the supervision of Zhang Xiu and Xia'er, Ao Xue studied for fifty years and was finally promoted to a junior high school student, but Ao Xue was not happy at all.
There are no primary school students in the world who are fifty years old!
What about the agreed nine-year compulsory education?
Nine years after nine years, it’s almost eighty-one years, and I know more characters than Yan Feng, okay?
After looking at the title of this composition, Ao Xue thought for a moment, then put her head down and wrote quickly.
"a thankful heart"
[My grateful heart is that when I grow up, I will open a crematorium. When Zhang Xiu and Xia'er come, they don't have to queue! 】
Looking at Ao Xue's essay, Xia'er smiled tenderly: "The writing is good, let's rewrite it. I'm afraid my husband will reward you with a set of three hundred years of mock test questions when he sees it."
Ao Xue stiffened and raised her face depressedly: "Where is Zhang Xiu now? Didn't you agree to take me to Jinhua to eat fried Zhang Xiu's food together?"
Xia'er said with a smile: "It's called fried dough sticks. My husband has arrived at Fenghuang Mountain in Qiantang County. He said he wanted to exchange his cultivation experience with the local mountain god Jin Bo Dharma King."
Ao Xue was startled for a moment, then there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes: "The grass on the grave of the person Zhang Xiu went to communicate with last time is already three feet high..."
While the two were talking, the sky was already brightening.
Zhang Xiu put on a Taoist robe, held a fly whisk in hand, climbed to the main peak of Phoenix Mountain, and came to the entrance of Qingxu Temple.
Knocking on the door, a Taoist priest with a rough appearance and a beard opened the door. Seeing Zhang Xiu's dress, he saluted and said, "Amitabha, are you here to place orders, or do you have other matters?"
Zhang Xiu looked at the nondescript beard in front of him and felt that he was undoubtedly the King of Golden Cymbals. He said seriously: "Let's eat first!"
King Jinbo was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Although my Taoist temple is remote and rarely known, the vegetarian dishes in the Taoist temple are extremely rich, including bear paws and shark's fins. Please taste it, fellow Taoists!"
Zhang Xiu followed him into the Taoist temple. While looking around, he found that the Taoist temple was splendidly decorated, with night pearls from the East China Sea, purple corals from the West Sea, and all kinds of rare treasures. It didn't look like a Taoist temple at all, but it looked like a wealthy family. .
Zhang Xiu couldn't help but frowned when he saw this.
Upon seeing this, Dharma King Jin Bo squinted his eyes slightly and asked, "Fellow Taoist, do you think my Taoist temple is too luxurious and does not look like a place for monks to practice?"
Zhang Xiu shook his head: "Of course not. For me, the more luxurious the Taoist temple, the better. It's just that there are so many valuable things... it's not easy to move away."
King Jinbo laughed loudly: "Fellow Daoist, you are joking, I have no plans to move!"
Zhang Xiu gave him a confused look and couldn't help but said: "It will be available soon."
Jin Bo Dharma King was startled, then looked him up and down, and asked, "Is it possible that my Taoist friend is proficient in divination and figured out that I will move today?"
Zhang Xiu said confidently: "As for the art of divination, I am invincible!"
Dharma King Jin Bo became interested and asked a little demon in disguise to put the food and wine on the table. He offered a glass of wine, looked at Zhang Xiu who was devouring it, and asked, "Fellow Taoist, can you do a fortune telling for me later?"
Zhang Xiu sighed, swallowed the sea cucumber in his mouth, and sighed: "I think it's not easy for you to insist on eating sea cucumbers every day, so I'll force myself to do a divination for you."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiu looked solemn and murmured: "I kept guessing and divining, good or bad, good or bad, or worried..."
Halfway through the recitation, Zhang Xiu was suddenly startled and looked nervously at King Jinbo: "I dare to ask my friend, how old are you this year?"
Golden Cymbal Dharma King glanced at Zhang Xiu and felt that he seemed to have some skills. He smiled proudly and said: "The poor Daoist Jin Cymbal Dharma King has wasted fifteen hundred years so far!"
Zhang Xiu nodded and said solemnly: "Dharma King, when you are one thousand five hundred and one years old, you will suffer a calamity!"
King Jinbo was surprised: "Isn't that next year? What disaster will happen to me next year?"
Zhang Xiu said with a troubled face: "Dharma King, the secret must not be leaked. This...this is another price."
King Jinbo's face twitched, and then he held his right hand, sucked a luminous pearl on the roof into his hand, pushed it to Zhang Xiu, and said, "You can talk now."
Zhang Xiu nodded and said with sympathy: "When you are one thousand five hundred and one years old, you will encounter the biggest disaster in your life."
King Jinbo became anxious and urged: "You should speak quickly!"
Zhang Xiu sighed and said, "Your grave was dug up."
Dharma King Golden Cymbal: “…???”
Will your grave be dug up next year?
Who is it that is so bold! !
In the midst of confusion, Jin Bo Dharma King suddenly came back to his senses.
No, I'm not dead yet, where's the grave? !
After reacting, he slammed the table and stood up, angrily saying: "You stinking Taoist priest, you came here on purpose to tease me!"
Zhang Xiu took a breath: "Hey, you actually saw it!"
"What the hell..."
The King of Golden Cymbals shook his arms, and a pair of golden cymbals appeared in his hands. He closed his hands, and after a loud bang, ripples of magic power spread out.
Amidst the sound of golden cymbals, a scream sounded outside the door. The little Taoist boy at the door curled up and fell to the ground, transforming into a rabbit.
The chick in Zhang Xiu's arms came out with a meow, covered her ears and flew out.
Zhang Xiu was so shocked that his eardrums trembled, and he shouted angrily: "You forced me to do this!" As he said this, he took out a suona from his arms, opened his mouth, sucked in, and started playing it hard.
The sounds of the golden cymbals and the suona sounded at the same time. After a while, the rhythm of the golden cymbal king was carried away, and he followed Zhang Xiu to play "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix..."
The villagers at the foot of the mountain heard the movement and looked up the mountain in unison.
The old hunter scratched his head in confusion and murmured: "Is the Qingxu Temple on the mountain starting to host weddings and weddings?"
Not only the people at the foot of the mountain were at a loss, but even the Dharma King Jin Bo was a little confused.
This song is so magical!
Seeing that his magic weapon was useless against Zhang Xiu, the Dharma King withdrew the golden cymbal, narrowed his eyes and said: "You can actually break my Dharma King's golden cymbal. You have some skills. I'm afraid you don't know. Apart from Taoist priests, this Dharma King His identity also serves as the mountain god of Phoenix Mountain!"
After saying that, he shook his right hand, and the sword of Zhenyue appeared in his hand, and he swung the sword towards Zhang Xiu!
Zhang Xiu made a move with his right hand, and the divine sword behind his back was unsheathed, and he fought with the golden cymbal king holding the sword.
Relying on the blessing of the mountain god, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King did not fall behind at all. The two divine swords clashed fiercely, and sparks flew everywhere in an instant.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiu offered up the City God's Seal. With just a few gestures, the City God's Seal flew high into the sky and hit the golden cymbal Dharma King on the head!
Dharma King Jin Bo was shocked: "City God Seal, you are the City God!"
Seeing that the City God's Seal was about to fall, the King of Golden Cymbals turned into a ball of golden light and disappeared into the stone slabs under his feet.
The City God's Seal fell with a loud bang, the entire Taoist temple shook violently twice, and the luminous pearls inlaid on the roof fell down with a bang.
Zhang Xiu picked up the luminous pearl on the ground, glanced at the magnificent Taoist temple, took out the sound transmission jade pendant and shouted: "Xia'er, take Ao Xue and come to Qingxu Temple in Phoenix Mountain to move things!"
Ao Xue's angry voice followed: "I am the Dragon King, do you treat me as a coolie? Unless the homework is halved, there is no need to talk!"
Zhang Xiu: "..."
This poor child is so cautious when negotiating terms. How much homework has Xia'er given her?
(End of chapter)
