Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 98
"What is he saying?"

Shen Gongbao asked, and looked at Xu Laodao with interest, trying to learn this dialect.

The Earth Immortal is an all-knowing real person, and the Yang God travels in the world, knowing everything with a single thought.

One word is clear, ten thousand words are clear, because the logic rules at the bottom of the speech are the same.

After coming to this world, Shen Gongbao roughly infers speech through the throats, vocal cords, and nasal cavities of the creatures in this world, because most of the pronunciation is determined by the structure of the human body.

However, this inference does not include dialects.

After thousands of years of evolution, dialects have become close to code words, and only local people can understand them.

Xu Laodao smiled wryly and said: "My real man, he is calling me a cheating, ignorant bastard, a human trafficker, and cheating again."

"Human traffickers?"

Shen Gongbao pondered for a moment, then changed his mind, suddenly came to his senses, and said with a smile: "Are you tricking his children to learn Taoism with you?"

Xu Laodao said helplessly: "Although I am not a good weapon, I don't want my Dao vein to be cut off. I plan to accept a Daoist disciple in the small town, but there are not many who are willing."

"As for the bastard who cursed just now, he's a watchman from a small town. His surname is Qin Shou. He's a rascal. He's a bachelor in his 40s. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Qin Shou, Shen Gongbao moved his pupils and immediately laughed. This is a good name.

"I said Old Xu, why did you come to our Zhuxian Town to cheat people again?" Qin Shou tiptoed up, and said carelessly, "Just that little trick of yours has been seen through long ago, and you can only deceive three-year-olds." Children, don’t be afraid of your parents cutting you with knives.”

With the guidance of Xu Laodao, Shen Gongbao finally understood the dialect, and the utterance was the authentic Zhuxian Town ditty: "Qin Shou, your mother's bastard, you are a dead thing. You drowned in the urinal in the middle of the night and drank three or two. Cat pee is also the business of the Lord."

In an instant, not only Qin Shou was stunned, but Xu Laodao was stunned, feeling guilty for a while, how could this fairy talk more rascally than him, a person who has spent most of his life in the rivers and lakes.

Qin Shou smashed his mouth and came back to his senses. He was not angry, but just clicked his tongue: "I can't see it, I can't see it. There is a saying, it's like three nights if you don't see each other every day."

"It's Sanqiu." Shen Gongbao flipped up his Taoist robe, said with disdain, squinting at people, as if Xu Laodao was still alive.

Even Xu Taiding himself was stunned, like, like a real mother.

"That's right!" Qin Shou clapped his hands, and said with a smirk, "Your cursing skills have improved, you are no longer that cute girl in Fulu Lane."

"I'm you." Shen Gongbao cursed, then coughed, and pinched a Dao seal: "Poverty Dao has learned the supreme Taoism, the true biography of Daluo Tianxian, the Sanqing Xuhuang Miaojing, is the orthodox orthodox .”

"Come on, none of us don't know who." Qin Shou said indifferently: "You haven't gotten half a degree in most of your life, and you can't be a fairy master in an official mansion, so you come here to deceive fools. Fool."

"Last time you tricked the Li family boy into being a Daoist boy, and almost got chased three miles away by his father with a butcher's knife."

"Besides... In the future, hehe, maybe even foolish women and three-year-old children won't have to be fooled."

"How do you say that?" Shen Gongbao raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively.

Qin Shou's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and his hands rubbed slightly, everything seemed to be silent.

"You're a plague-stricken thing." Shen Gongbao cursed, took out half of the tobacco leaf from his bosom and handed it over, but he refused to take it in half, and the tobacco leaf tug-of-war between his two hands.

"Brother Xu." Qin Shou tried to pull the tobacco leaves over with a little force, and said with a smile on his face, "I said, I said, these few days are just in time for the town's once-in-three-year fair, and I don't know where he came from." A wild Taoist priest, he looks like a white man, with thin skin and tender flesh, aunts and girls from ten miles and eight villages are willing to ask him for palm reading, tsk tsk... the business is booming."

"Of course, I said in advance that on the three-acre land in Zhuxian Town, I, Qin Shou, will recognize you as a stall of Xu Laodao, and smash that little boy's fortune-telling stall the other day... Can you give me the cigarettes? gone."

"Goddamn you little boy, you dare to steal my business!" Shen Gongbao became anxious when he heard that, he didn't want the tobacco leaves, and ran towards the town in a hurry

"In Fireworks Lane!" Qin Shou shouted, Yue Yue didn't care about it, the so-called friends in the same company.

In the past, in Zhuxian Town, Xu Laodao was the only fortune-teller and monopolized the entire industry. Even if the time was not working, the people in Zhuxian Town could only turn to him for fortune-telling.

Now that there is an extra Taoist priest, he is simply here to grab his job. If there is an extra beater in Zhuxian Town, Qin Shou will definitely be more anxious than Xu Laodao.

"Fortunately, I'm a Taoist priest, and it's none of my business." Qin Shou stretched his waist and lay down comfortably, his eyes like a mouse's eyebrows flew wildly, looking at the women on the streets and alleys, a plump woman passed by, although her skin was not so fair White and white, but the charm still exists in the twists and turns, and the young lady is in her late teens, which is beyond the reach of many thin and beautiful ladies.

"Hey hey..." Qin Shou burst into a lewd smile, which immediately caused loud and small shouts and curses. These women have to manage the family business, and they usually fight for a bucket of rice and a foot of cloth. They are not yellow flowers in the boudoir The big girl is very pungent.

If the prostitutes dare to look at them, they dare to scold them, and they have never been used to these bastards.

Even Qin Shou, who was as shameless as Qin Shou, could not help but lower his head, turned his head in one direction, looked at the direction where Shen Gongbao was going away, and muttered in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for a few days, walking like flying, refreshed, Do you have martial arts true energy in your body?"

"Could it be true that Xu Laodao has entered the Tao? Troubled autumn, troubled autumn."

"Forget it, don't mind my business, I'm just the watchman at the gate, so I might as well sleep."

After saying that, Qin Shouzhen lay down lazily, fell asleep, and didn't hear anything outside the window.

Although Zhuxian Town is not big, it has all the necessary facilities. As the saying goes, although a sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

The people living in Fulu Lane are of course government officials. As the name of Firework Lane suggests, Fireworks are things that come together in two pieces, and there are most women living in the place of Fireworks.

Shen Gongbao walked on the way to Fireworks Lane, chatted with Xu Laodao, and talked about his apprentice he had never had.

Xu Laodao's criteria for selecting apprentices naturally cannot be a person born with spiritual roots and a special physique. If there is such a young man, he has been pre-booked by the Xian Family's mansion long ago.

Xu Taiding didn't ask for much, as long as he was full of spirit and full of veins, but such a simple request, there were not many disciples in Zhuxian Town who could satisfy it.

First of all, you should be energetic and full of energy. To put it simply, there is a threshold, that is, to have enough food.

This is a very simple truth. If you can't even eat enough, where does your energy come from?

In ancient dynasties, families who could eat enough and have meat every meal were at least small landlords.

This screened out a large group of poor families.

Those sons and daughters of rich and noble families, although they have a lot of fish and meat, have no shortage of vitality and nourishment, but when they are full, they think about lust, and when they are hungry and cold, they steal their hearts.

There are a few young masters who don't break their bodies, can clean themselves, and don't go to Fireworks Lane.

Even if there is such a kind of clean, moral, and persevering wealthy disciple, such qualifications have been arranged by the family elders early on, and they are regarded as the true seeds of the imperial examination. They are the future head of the clan. Taoist priests as disciples.

Not to mention that Xu Laodao has no real ability, even if he is really capable, he is still a casual cultivator, far inferior to the great sect of Xianzong.

So pick and choose, only three disciples from Zhuxian Town are suitable,

One is the youngest son of the Li family. The Li family is a butcher who butchers pigs. He loves the youngest son very much. He eats pork, and now he eats it like a chubby man. pork head meat.

The second is Boy Chai from the tailor shop. Xu Laodao can be regarded as a half-practice, and he immediately fell in love with the kid from the Chai family. He has bright eyes and pupils. Son-in-law, he will not worry about food and drink in the future, wear gold and silver, live a rich life, so angry that Xu Laodao can't get out of bed for three days.

The third is the eldest son of the Chang family in Fulu Lane. The Chang family is a family of poets and books. It has been a long time since he was admitted as a scholar.

Only then did Xu Laodao have the opportunity to hook up, and talked a few words with Chang's eldest son, who was a half-step scholar at the peak of Dzogchen, and fooled him into abandoning Confucianism and entering Taoism.

"Um, why is Chen Changsheng here?"

Xu Laodao was introducing Shen Gongbao when suddenly his eyes sharpened and he saw a thin figure.

"This little guy is also on your list of disciples."

Shen Gongbao took a look, this kid was alone, with dark skin and patched clothes, he looked like a kid from a poor family, maybe he didn't even know the words, let alone practiced Taoism.

However, there is a fourth of the three major disciples, which is a common rule in the heavens and myriad worlds, and Shen Gongbao is not surprised.

Xu Laodao looked at the thin figure, with a complex look in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Report to the real man, this child Chen Changsheng, he is a good person, and he knows how to repay his kindness."

"This child's name was given to me by his parents who spent three copper coins. It is also a predestined relationship."

"When he was eight years old, his parents died unexpectedly, and he lived with his seriously ill grandma. He went out every day to earn medicine money for his grandma. If he has favors on weekdays, he will definitely repay them."

"His grandma passed away a few years ago, and Xiaodao presided over the three-day ceremony. This child cried secretly every night. He is a filial person."

"Although the aptitude is poor and he has no roots, if he is accepted under the door, with Chen Changsheng's heart, he will definitely end up Xiaodao's retirement."

Xu Laodao kept praising Chen Changsheng's merits, but he took a cautious look at Shen Gongbao.

The three disciples on the list, Xu Taiding must not be worried, even if he does not accept disciples, Li, Chai, and Chang, the three have their own futures, nothing more than better and worse.

However, Chen Changsheng was different. This child's life was too bitter, and like a weed swaying in the wind, no one cared about it. Maybe he would die one day.

Immortals are precious, and there are countless people. Xu Laodao likes this child from the bottom of his heart, and if Chen Changsheng has a little bit of talent, he will be accepted as his disciple.

But Chen Changsheng is a good person without qualifications, which is regrettable and worrying.

Xu Laodao himself was helpless, he could only insinuate, trying to get this unpredictable real person to notice Chen Changsheng.

It doesn't need to be too much, a little stuff coming out of the nails of a real person is enough to keep Chen Chang alive.

May he live forever, that's all.

Shen Gongbao took a look and nodded, but his eyes were attracted by the Taoist in front of Chen Changsheng.

Although the Taoist is dressed plainly, but with red lips and white teeth, and a pink face, he looks like a clear and stupid college student in his previous life, but his eyes are clear, not stupid, but showing a bit of agility. He is the type that little girls like most, except for Chen Apart from Changsheng, most of the people who come here to listen to the Taoist storytelling are young girls.

Yes, that's right, besides fortune-telling, this Taoist also works part-time as a storyteller. Watching him put copper coins on the subway, you can tell that his speech is good.

The Taoist slapped the startled board, his eyebrows danced, and he said impassionedly: "The last book said that 5000 years ago, the red-bearded dragon was a disaster for the world, and he was a great devil. Now let's talk about the golden-winged dragon sitting on my Tathagata." Dapeng bird, how to subdue demons."

"In the Great Leiyin Temple of the Western Ultimate Bliss World, my Buddha Tathagata sits on a nine-grade lotus platform one day, and there are four great Bodhisattvas, eight great Vajras, five hundred arhats, three thousand verses, bhikkhunis, bhikshu monks, upas, and u Posai, all the saints who protect the Dharma from the heavens, listen to the teaching of the Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma."

"On the top of the Buddha is a Dharma-protecting deity named Dapeng Golden Winged King, whose eyes shoot golden light and whose back is auspicious..."

The Taoist spoke with delighted eyes and high spirits, and all the common people were mesmerized and fascinated by it. Some women even stared at the Taoist obsessively. Even if they didn't speak, it was interesting to look at this face.

At the height of the excitement, someone who didn't know the fun called out, interrupted the storytelling, attracted everyone's attention, and the woman complained.

"Old Taoist Xu, what are you talking about?" Someone scolded in dissatisfaction, recognizing the identity of the old Taoist priest.

Shen Gongbao chuckled, and asked with his hand: "The Taoist priest just said that the golden-winged roc surrendered to the red-bearded dragon. I only heard the red-bearded dragon running all the way to the south. I don't know where the runway is."

The young Taoist took a look at Shen Gongbao, but he was calm and did not move in all directions. He saw the tricks and dismissed them.

"Hahaha... this fellow Taoist asked a good question!" The young Taoist helped his fishtail crown, and said with a hearty smile: "It happened to us in Nanzhan Buzhou, but it was a pity that we were finally killed by Golden Wing Dao in Zhuxian Town. Killed by Pengniao, the blood of the real dragon will be splashed for three thousand miles."

"Look, everyone, that red mountain is made of the blood of a real dragon."

The young Taoist spoke nonsense and pointed towards a half-black and half-red mountain not far away, causing everyone to exclaim.

It turns out that the real dragon died here. It turns out that we are in the myths and legends.

At this time, a young lady who was proficient in poetry shook her head, and was about to refute the Taoist's remarks by citing scriptures.

But Shen Gongbao asked with a smile: "Why doesn't the real dragon go north, east, west, or Shenzhou, Chixian County in Zhongtu, but runs south instead."

The young Taoist seemed to have been bullied, he choked suddenly, and helplessly spread his hands and said, "You ask me, who should I ask?"

(End of this chapter)