the only savior

Chapter 127 The Taoism Exchange Conference

"Oh, which grandson is so short... Huh? Xiao Man!?"

Pei Laoliu let out a miserable howl, and was about to curse, when he turned his head and saw that it was his grandson.

He got up from the ground with a grunt, and said in surprise: "Stinky boy, why are you! Why are you here!?"

Several people around saw the movement here, and cast their curious eyes over.

Pei Laoliu immediately pulled Zhang Xiaoman's arm and said, "Let's talk about it in another place."

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In a corner of the hall.

On the table is a pot of tea, two plates of peanuts, three bowls of side dishes, and some desserts.

An old man and a young man were eating and chatting here, while the surrounding area was also surrounded by empty tables and chairs, with only a few scattered people sitting there.

Pei Laoliu is dressed formally today, wearing a long gown for him, he is full of energy, and his hair has been combed carefully. If it hadn't been for two vegetable leaves stained on it by a fall just now, it looks really good. So a bit of fairy flavor.

Zhang Xiaoman remembered that the last time he saw him dressed so solemnly was when he fooled a big local tyrant from another place.

"Master Liu, I just happened to be here for a tour, so I'm here to help you cheer."

"Travel? You just said on the phone this morning, and you took Dahei to play yesterday, you are dishonest!"

Pei Laoliu looked like I had already seen through you: "Also, you are not allowed to enter here, where did you get the invitation letter from? Don't tell me you still have acquaintances here."

Zhang Xiaoman choked for a moment, he didn't expect the sixth grandpa to understand him quite well, so he immediately blocked the next excuse for him.

He had no choice but to smile sheepishly, and changed his rhetoric: "How can I have any acquaintances? I guess it's because of my outfit, let the security guard ignore me. Anyway, I just followed the crowd and came in."

He decided to take out his nirvana and play tricks.

Pei Laoliu's expression froze, he had never been able to do anything about Zhang Xiaoman's skill, but this time his attention was obviously attracted by one of the words, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"I said you boy, why did you bring back my Zixiao Excalibur? Come on, let me have a look and see if you have broken it for me."

Zhang Xiaoman glanced at his mouth, and handed over the Zixiao Excalibur wrapped in cloth behind his back, but said in his mouth: "This sword is already mine, it's not yours anymore, don't even think about taking it back."

Pei Laoliu responded angrily, then stretched out his hand to gently caress the sword, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be well maintained, cleaning and polishing, but I didn't let my pearl covered in dust..."

Zhang Xiaoman saw that he started boasting again, so he simply ignored him and continued to concentrate on eating.

While the two were talking, the meeting over there had already started.

The Dao Discussion Conference is actually nothing more than a mutual exchange of ideas between magic sticks.And the so-called sparring is actually a comprehensive performance of their respective tricks.

Those who come here are famous masters from all over the country. At the beginning, the organizer will select one to ten people with the highest "Tao Xing". These ten people are usually the winners of the previous session.They will show their "methods" on stage one by one, and let everyone appreciate the "Taoism" first.

Finally, if anyone is unconvinced, they can also challenge on the stage and show off their skills, and the organizers will rate them, and they can replace them with higher scores.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu, you are quite good at playing. This whole thing is like a singing talent show. You guys are quite in tune with the trend." Zhang Xiaoman said with a smile.

Pei Laoliu picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth. He said indifferently, "Don't drag me with them. I'm just an audience member. I'm just going to pay my appearance fee and I'll go back. I don't know how to perform."

Zhang Xiaoman didn't say anything, he knew Liu Ye's temperament, although he usually looked a little out of tune, he always liked to fool people.But he is actually very clear about his position, he is just an old fortune teller, and he never really regards himself as an expert.Usually at home, he always looks like a common man, he can only deceive others, not himself.

On the stage, the host first briefly introduced the ten "Ring Guards" this time. Just hearing their names makes people feel unpredictable. Wang, Godly Monk Ferrying Evil... Those who don't know may think they came to the set of a fairy tale novel.

These masters are all sitting in the center near the stage at the moment, behind them are their fans or disciples of the sect, and all of them are watching their hearts, looking unmoved by the outside world. At first glance, it is the demeanor of a gentleman.

Following the host's invitation, the first person to come up to the stage to present was Nadu'er Divine Monk, who should be the last one among these few people.

This is a fat old man in cassock. As soon as he got up, several young monks on the side quickly hung up Buddhist beads for him, handed over scriptures, and served wooden fish, and one person followed behind him. , sprinkled water droplets on him and the places he walked, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Tsk tsk, this row of noodles is really big enough. After walking for a while, there are still people spraying water. I think the water should be replaced with flowers, so that the special effect is better. Didn't they talk about the lotus growing step by step... "

Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but said.

"Looking at the ostentation of others, and looking at the affairs of Liu Ye and those of you, I suddenly feel that you have been pretending to be a magic stick for half your life."

Pei Laoliu rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and said: "Look at your little knowledge, how can you grow lotuses every step of the way. What people sprinkled is dew, which is called washing away the lead, and does not account for cause and effect. It is a picture of a clean Words. Sixth Master, I am not as particular about him, I am too tired."

Hearing his sour tone, Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but chuckled, and didn't argue with him.

On the stage, the old monk bowed to everyone first, then sat on a futon with folded legs, held flowers with one hand, and knocked the wooden fish with the other, and began to chant passages of obscure scriptures.

There was a microphone beside him, and the sound was clearly heard by everyone in the hall through the transmission of the loudspeaker equipment.

"It turned out to be chanting sutras...boring..."

Zhang Xiaoman originally thought that the other party would use some special means to open his eyes.But he didn't expect that it was just ordinary chanting, which made him a little disappointed.

But then, following the movement of the scriptures in the old monk's mouth, Zhang Xiaoman heard something different, which seemed to be different from the ones he heard in the temple.

This is a very peculiar melody and rhythm. The syllables spoken by the old monk and the percussion sound of the wooden fish seem to merge into a strange tone, which makes people feel relaxed and at ease after listening to it. I don't want to think about other things anymore, I wish I could just listen quietly all the time.

Everyone in the audience looked serene at the moment, and everyone was immersed in this rhythm.

After a while, the sound gradually stopped, and everyone came back to their senses one by one.

Although Zhang Xiaoman's impetuous heart was also soothed by his melody, he didn't fall into it like the others.At this moment, he looked at the old monk who was about to leave the stage in surprise, and said in shock, "What the hell is this monk!? Why is he so evil? Could it be that there are really other extraordinary people in the world?"

(End of this chapter)