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Chapter 103
Chen Bufei and Ding Hu waited at the entrance to the cemetery until dark. With Ding Hu's prayers, the heavy rain really stopped falling.

The dark clouds hovering over his head have not dissipated, and the uneasy feeling is magnified ten times by the unknown bird's call.

It was only at this time that Ding Hu realized that Chen Bufei was a character. He calmly squatted beside him smoking a cigarette, his eyes staring at the direction of the cave entrance, gloomy and sharp.

Ding Hu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and finally stopped talking. After waiting for four or five hours, Chen Bufei's patience gradually ran out.

His squatting feet became numb, Chen Bufei got up together, and Ding Hu, who was already asleep, woke up instantly, "Brother Fei? Are you out yet?"

"No." Chen Bufei patted him on the shoulder, "Go to sleep in the car, I will watch over."

Chen Bufei got up and walked to the side of the road, looking for a place not far away, so that he could notice the position of the cave entrance at any time, and Chen Bufei himself was thinking when the smoke was lit.

Maybe he is too persistent?It was because he came without knowing it clearly. What if he felt wrong?

After all, he had no evidence that the old man was here, so what if he happened to leave before them?

Or, he simply died in the cemetery.

Chen Bufei lit another cigarette in the cold wind, Ding Hu couldn't hold it any longer, he was about to urinate and go to sleep in the car, when he unbuttoned half of his trousers, suddenly a person crawled out from the ground, Ding Hu screamed and fell to his seat On the ground, he successfully peed his pants.

"Hey, what's the smell?" The old man crawled out of the newly opened hole in a Taoist robe, with a cloth bag behind him.

"Ah! Don't come here, you are a human or a ghost! Brother Fei, what the hell is this?" Ding Hu rolled and crawled back.

He didn't stop until he hit Chen Bufei's leg, Ding Hu was covered in cold sweat, "Brother Fei..."

Chen Bufei sneered, "Old man, why did you look so inhuman?"

"Stop talking nonsense, does the brat have anything to eat?" The old man sat on the ground, his face was covered with mud, and he couldn't recognize it unless he looked carefully.

"No." Chen Bufei held his cigarette and looked at him coldly.

"You don't want to give it to me, why? What do you want to do if you find me, an old man?"

The old man took out a water glass that had been rolled around by mud from his cloth pocket and opened it to drink.

"Hey, what a corpse smell." The old man suppressed his nausea and drank it.

At this moment, Ding Hu also came to his senses, knowing that the man in front of him was the old man he and Brother Fei had been waiting for.

This old man wearing a Taoist robe, covered in mud, with the word charlatan clearly written on his face?

Is that the old man with sunglasses?

It took Ding Hu a while to understand, and for a moment he felt ashamed that he was scared by this old man and peed his pants.

"Hey, old man, why did you crawl out of here? You scared me to death!" Ding Hu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"I see." The old man glanced at his crotch maliciously.

Ding Hu coughed uncomfortably and was ashamed, "Old man? Do you want to die?"

"This little brother, don't be angry. I'm sure I won't talk about what happened today. I don't have the hobby of ruining other people's wisdom. I don't care if other people say it or not."

Chen Bufei was grinding his teeth angrily, it was already this time, the old man still did not forget to drive a wedge between him and Ding Hu.

Just as Chen Bufei was about to settle accounts with the old man, he noticed that Ding Hu was looking at him with complicated eyes, so he kicked the old man's cloth bag away in a fit of anger, "Do you still believe the old man's nonsense?"

"Hey, this benefactor is really irritable." The old man turned his head to pick up the things in his pocket.

Both Chen Bufei and Ding Hu were stunned. The old man was wearing a Taoist uniform, but what fell out of the cloth pocket were Buddhist supplies?

"You really are a liar."

"Don't talk nonsense." The old man stood up with a cloth bag in his hand, "I'm a double cultivator, and I'm even better, understand?"

"Where is the car?" The old man completely ignored the surprised expressions of the two of them.

He looked at Chen Bufei, "What do you want to ask me, you have to wait for me to feed my stomach before I can spit it out?"

Chen Bufei stood still, thinking whether to put the old man back in the cemetery.

The old man clattered the broken copper and iron in his pocket, and walked forward with his short and thin legs.

Chen Bufei pursed his lips tightly, his temples protruding.

"Brother Fei, shall we really take him home?" Ding Hu really couldn't figure out who the old man in front of him was.

"Well, he didn't dare to run away."

The old man really didn't run away, he entered the Golden Drum Tower grandly with his muddy clothes and a cloth bag.

A group of people just opened the door and came in, Zhou Qingya frowned, put her finger in front of her nose, "What's so coquettish? Uncle Fu sent beggars for ten yuan, don't come in."

Ding Hu took two steps back indiscriminately.

The old man grinned, and walked in with one leg flexibly, "Little girl, I am not a beggar, serve me tea quickly, do you have any meat? Any meat will do."

"Brother Fei, is he really a cultivator? Is it just dual cultivation?" Ding Hu whispered.

"Who is Chen Bufei? Is the Golden Drum Tower a place where people come in casually? Especially this kind of person, what if they lose something?"

Zhou Qingya took the broom to beat the old man out.

Chen Bufei's eyes were heavy, and he stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Qingya, "I'll handle it."

The old man sat on Chen Bufei's best chair and closed his eyes. He only wanted meat and wine, and Chen Bufei asked Uncle Fu to buy them. The old man fell asleep leaning on the chair.

Chen Bufei was sitting beside him smoking a cigarette, Ding Hu had long since lost sight of him, and Zhou Qingya went back to her room as she couldn't care less.

As soon as Uncle Fu appeared with roast chicken and wine, the old man opened his eyes instantly, "Here we come."

"Hurry up, brother, your movements are a bit slow, hey, is there no roast duck?"

"Do you want to eat?" Chen Bufei glanced at him, the old man was obedient for a moment, and smiled, "Eat, it's just meat."

Chen Bufei tapped his fingers on the table and waited for him. The old man was full after eating and drinking, with a toothpick in his mouth, he said slowly, "Ask what you want to ask, ah, remember that there is one secret that cannot be revealed."

"You still have secrets?" Chen Bufei took out the jade talisman from his pocket and threw it on the ground with a thud, not afraid of breaking it.

The old man was very distressed, "Hey, this is a baby, be careful."

"what happened?"

Chen Bufei's voice was mixed with anger, "You gave me something, what do you mean? Eat my meat, drink my wine, and don't tell the truth, old man, you are a bit dishonest."

Chen Bufei raised his eyes for a moment, with a murderous look.

The old man laughed twice, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious and mysterious expression.

He rubbed his chin to play tricks, "What the benefactor thinks in his heart is beyond the knowledge of this old man."

"Speaking in human language?" Chen Bufei gritted his teeth and said, holding back his anger.

(End of this chapter)