Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

It's really worth throwing away!

It's all because Master is stingy, and he can't even bear to spend money to repair the Taoist temple!

I don't know where Master spent all the money?

Could it be that they are all used to drink flower wine?

The little Taoist Zhixing couldn't help complaining.

Seeing that there was no one in the front hall, Zhixing looked in the direction of the main hall.

Immediately, he saw Cheng Fan sitting on the futon.

Cheng Fan looked at the little Taoist priest in his early ten years with great interest, smiled and nodded at him.

"What do you call fellow daoist? I don't know what advice you can give me when you come to visit suddenly?"

The little Taoist Zhixing was taken aback for a moment, it was the first time that he was called a fellow Taoist by other Taoist priests.

Everyone is a little Taoist, and the little Taoist called him like that, and it was really the first time he was called a fellow Taoist.

Zhixing's face blushed immediately, and when he came to the entrance of the main hall, he bowed slightly, thinking secretly in his heart.

Daoxuan Daoist should be a bearded grandfather or uncle, right?Anyway, he should be about the same age as Master.

This Taoist elder brother looks very young, so he should not be the Daoxuan Taoist master that Master is looking for.

So he bowed his hands to Cheng Fan: "Friends Daoists... Uh, I, no, I am a poor Daoist, and I want to ask to see Daoxuan Daoist, and my teacher has important matters to discuss."

Cheng Fan was immediately amused by Xiao Zhixing's stuttering appearance.

The little Taoist in front of him seemed to be a newcomer, so he didn't know him.

Cheng Fan simply followed his plan and asked, "I don't know what is the important thing for Master to ask me to see the Daoxuan Daoist? Since it is important, why didn't Master come here in person?"

Xiao Zhixing was immediately confused by the question.

I'm not a roundworm in Master's stomach. I don't know what Master thinks!

Why don't you go down the mountain and ask my master?

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhixing suddenly shuddered.

Forget it, if I let him go down to ask the master, the master will definitely blame me for not being good at things.

Alas, let's talk casually.

Xiao Zhixing rolled his eyes, opened his mouth and said:

"Uh, it's actually like this. My master has something urgent to see Daoxuan Taoist priest, so it's inconvenient to delay too long."

"Brother Dao, please go and tell Taoist Priest Daoxuan, my master is very busy. And the two of them are best friends, so go and report it!"

When Cheng Fan heard Xiao Zhixing's words, he immediately suppressed his laughter and panicked.

A "best friend" you've never met, right?

"Fellow Daoist, then you must first tell me the name of the revered master, right?"

Cheng Fan suppressed a smile and asked.

Xiao Zhixing slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot! My master is the master of Shanyang Xiu Temple in the eastern suburbs of Hengcheng, so is Li Xiuyang."

Cheng Fan had never heard of this person before, so he couldn't help but smile.

"Fellow Daoist, I've never heard Taoist Daoxuan talk about Daoist Xiuyang. Are you sure they are best friends?"

Xiao Zhixing shuddered and said in a panic, "How is that possible? My master is at the foot of the mountain. If you don't believe me, go down and ask him."

Little Zhixing thought: You can't ask my master directly, can you?

This Daoist brother is so good at ink, hurry up and invite Daoxuan Daoist Master, let me go back to deal with errands!

Seeing that the little Taoist priest was anxious, Cheng Fan showed a smirk.

He smiled and said, "Okay, I won't play around with you anymore. I'm the Daoxuan you're looking for. I don't know where my 'best friend' Master Xiuyang is waiting for me?"

Hearing this, the little Taoist Zhixing opened his mouth in shock, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"you you you!"

"I, I am Daoxuan."

"Are you really Daoxuan Daoist?"

"It's guaranteed to be fake." Cheng Fan said with a smile.

thump!

Xiao Zhixing suddenly made a big gift to Cheng Fan.

With a crying voice, he said: "Daoxuan Daoxuan, I'm sorry, it was my master who wanted to see you, I didn't know you were just... Please don't tell my master, okay?"

Seeing the teary-eyed look of the little guy, Cheng Fan waved his hand.

He said funnyly: "Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. You just need to tell me what your master wants me to do."

Xiao Zhixing got up and shook his head like a rattle.

"I don't know either. Master suddenly lifted me up today and told me to invite you down the mountain, saying that I have something important to discuss."

Cheng Fan held his chin, and felt a slight movement in his heart.

Just like what he asked at the beginning, if Master Xiuyang really had something urgent to do with him, why didn't he come to him in person, but let a little Taoist boy invite him instead?

It would be fine if the date was elsewhere, but it happened to be at the foot of the mountain and refused to go up the mountain. Could it be that he was afraid of something?

Afraid of a Taoist priest who has never met?impossible!

Both Nian Suixi and Laolong came to the temple quietly, and the Stove King even walked out of the Stove King's niche without being discovered.

Cheng Fan glanced at the ignorant little Taoist Zhixing in front of him again.

Bring such an innocent little guy out, and ask him to invite me down the mountain.

It seems that there is only one answer.

What Xiuyang Daoist is afraid of is the questioning path in the mountains!

Those who are afraid to ask their thoughts must not be kind people!

Yesterday, I just talked with Cheng Huang about undercover agents and internal responses. I guess both sides will have internal responses.

She never expected that the other party's insider could not wait to find her today.

It seems that the other party still doesn't know his details, and he just came here to investigate.

Cheng Fan knew it in his heart, and changed the topic and said:

"Fellow Daoist Zhixing, it's time for dinner, why don't you invite your master and let's have a light meal together?"

While talking, he quietly opened his eyes to check everything the little Taoist knew and did.

The next moment, a memory picture blocked by smoke appeared in Cheng Fan's sky eye.

In the picture, a haggard Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe but exuding a ghostly aura stretched out his big hand to Xiao Zhixing, and then the picture went black.

Cheng Fan's heart was shocked, and his expression became serious. There is indeed something tricky in it!

The little Taoist priest in front of him had his memory sealed by his master's hand!

He had no memory of what Master had done to him.

If Xiao Zhixing saw something he shouldn't have seen, why didn't his master kill him himself, but chose to seal his memory?

What is hidden in the sealed memory?

Cheng Fan took a deep breath and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Zhixing, go invite your master up the mountain, let's have a light meal together!"

Chapter 249 Brother, where did you hide the roast chicken?

"Oh fine."

Xiao Zhixing nodded dully, unconsciously feeling that he followed Cheng Fan's words.

He subconsciously put his finger into his mouth, and he couldn't help doing it when he was nervous.

Turning around and walking two steps, he suddenly reacted when he was about to leave the main hall.

its not right!

He is not my master, why should I listen to him?

The master urged me thousands of times, and told me to invite Daoxuan Taoist priest to come down the mountain.

If he continues in such a gloomy manner, will Master give him good fruit to eat?

Still want to go to the town to meet Hun Xing?

None of the doors!

Are you afraid you will break your legs?

Thinking of Master's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, Xiao Zhixing couldn't help shrinking his shoulders.

He turned around shyly with a bitter face, and said weakly to Cheng Fan:

"Daozhang Daoxuan, if I go down like this, the master will beat me up. Would you please go down the mountain yourself?"

Seeing Xiao Zhixing's pitiful appearance, Cheng Fan suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and simply dismissed the idea of ​​inviting Li Xiuyang into the temple.

It was obvious that Li Xiuyang had made up his mind not to go this way, and was unwilling to expose himself.

If he hadn't guessed that he was the inner response of Gui Lao, and there were scenes in Xiao Zhixing's memory to prove it, ordinary monks would probably easily follow his way.

Forget it, since you don't want to go up the mountain, let me see from this little Taoist priest what secrets are hidden in your undercover agent.

Cheng Fan was sure, and suddenly had an idea.

Smiling to Xiao Zhixing, he said, "Okay, I'll go down the mountain to see your master, let me change into a Taoist robe first. You can sit down and have a cup of herbal tea first."

The little Taoist Zhixing was relieved when he heard that Cheng Fan was willing to go down the mountain.

He said happily: "Thank you, Daoist! You have helped me a lot!"

Cheng Fan smiled and waved his hands, "There is herbal tea on the table, you can take it yourself. By the way, it's all here, fellow Taoists, come and offer incense sticks, don't neglect Daozu Sanqing."

Xiao Zhixing nodded without hesitation, and took the joss stick from Cheng Fan's hand with a smile.

"Superior incense sticks!"

Xiao Zhixing rubbed the incense candle in his hand repeatedly, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

In the Yangxiu Temple where he lived, the pilgrims had to pay for such high-quality incense candles themselves, and Taoist priests like them used the cheapest and inferior products to burn incense.

The statues of the Taoist ancestors of Sanqing in the Dishui Temple in front of them all look too arrogant, smoky, and there are faint brilliance flickering around them.

Unlike their Yangxiu view, Master Sanqing's hands and feet are a bit mutilated!

They are all clay statues of gods. Why is there such a big gap between Taoist temples and Taoist temples?

Xiao Zhixing suddenly had the urge to leave the Yangxiu Temple and go to the Dishui Temple to place orders.

The other senior brothers have complained more than once, if Sanqing Daozu is willing to protect their Yangxiu Temple, it is simply unreasonable!

Later, those brothers all went down the mountain one by one, and they never came back to Guanli after that, and I don't know if they are doing well after returning to vulgarity.

Alas, you don't need to think about it, everyone must be fat and fat, and their mouths are full of oil.

I'm so envious of Xiao Zhixing!

Maybe they married a wife and gave birth to a few big fat boys. Zhixing remembered that a senior brother joked that he wanted to name his child and also called him Zhixing...

Just a month ago, the brother who had the best relationship with Xiao Zhixing also went down the mountain, saying that he would come back to find Zhixing with delicious roast chicken.

I don't know if the senior brother will come back today. If you see that Zhixing is not in the temple, you must wait for Zhixing to come back to eat roast chicken!

While fantasizing, Xiao Zhixing bowed respectfully to the statue of Sanqing Daozu three times, and took a step forward to insert the joss stick.

Curly smoke rose up, and the smoke was blurred like splashed ink.

Xiao Zhixing was in a trance for a while, and then slowly lost his mind.

Amidst the smog, he saw the senior brother who had just left the mountain a while ago, greeting him with a smile.