The years when I was an old man

I love working with people like Bai Jingxue.

The first is smart enough, and the second is neat enough to do things.

In just two days, she sent all the information about Mrs. Wu that I needed.

And, she made a special call to me.

Tell me two things, one is that her father's communication with Qin Sihai may be against me.

Second, her father is still very angry with her and has not yet forgiven her.

I read and read the information about Mrs. Wu.

So he called Lord Hong, and prepared to go to Qingxuan Temple, because August is here.

After helping Brother Yong take down that woman surnamed Liu last time, I purposely asked August to stay here.

He is also an extremely important link in my layout of Fengtian.

When I arrived at the Taoist temple, as soon as I got out of the car, I was shocked by the scene in front of me.

When I came here before, there were still very few cars and horses here.

And now, the entire parking lot is empty.

Many cars were parked on the side of the road.

In the past, there was an open space on the left side of the Taoist temple. At this time, a new Taoist temple was actually built.

Master Hong curiously asked the little Taoist priest at the door what was going on.

The little Taoist said proudly:

"Since the Taoist priest came to our Taoist temple in August, there have been a lot of tourists in the Taoist temple, and the incense has been flourishing. Therefore, a new Taoist temple has been specially built..."

"I heard that this August Taoist priest is quite profound and proficient in the art of fortune-telling?"

Master Hong asked a question.

After all, we haven't seen August for a long time, and I also want to know about his dynamics.

The little Taoist smiled triumphantly, as if he was August.

"That's natural. The tourists who are all over the mountain don't want to be able to get a call from the Taoist priest in August. But don't worry about it. Our Taoist priest in August only sees one distinguished guest every week. Other times, He still wants to comprehend the way of heaven, so he has no time to meet guests!"

I listened and smiled to myself.

This August is quite good at hype, he understands the truth that rare things are expensive.

The fewer guests he saw, the greater his reputation.

Fortunately, I called August in advance, and the journey was smooth.

August was still the Zen room from before, when Master Hong and I entered.

I saw August sitting cross-legged on a wooden chair, holding a book and reading it intently.

On the cover of the book, there are three large characters of "Tao Yuan Jing".

As soon as Master Hong and I entered the door, he immediately put down his book, got up and said:

"You two young masters, I thought you would leave Fengtian and never come back again. Come on, sit down!"

Master Hong sat aside and casually picked up the book on the table.

"Hey, Lord Hong, don't move!"

August stopped it, but he was still too late.

Master Hong picked it up casually, and actually took off the cover.

Looking at the cover page inside, the title of the book is actually "Jin Ping Mei".

The most outrageous thing was that the "Jin Ping Mei" he read was actually an illustrated version.

"You can do it, August, I've heard of people practicing Huanxi Zen, but I haven't heard of anyone practicing Huanxi Dao..."

August didn't care, and talked nonsense with Master Hong:

"You don't understand this. I am indeed practicing Taoism. Taoism is everywhere. Eating, drinking, and drinking are all Taoism. The sex in bed is naturally Taoism. When I have time, I will discuss it with you!"

After finishing speaking, August turned to look at me, and asked with a smile:

"Master Chu, tell me, who do you want August to cross this time?"

I couldn't help laughing.

This August is worthy of being born in Kinmen.

It was supposed to be a lie, but it became a ferry in his mouth.

I showed Mrs. Wu's information to August.

And I stood aside and explained directly:

"In two days, I will find a way to arrange for Mr. Bai, the helm of Fengtian Bai's family, to come to you for divination. He wants to ask for a son, and you will follow the instructions at that time!"

After reading it in August, I actually smiled triumphantly.

He took out a folder next to him, patted me, showed off and said:

"What are you doing in two days? As long as I get someone to call him, he will definitely come here..."

"Ok?"

Master Hong and I both looked at August strangely.

August was even more proud, explaining:

"Let's put it this way, in Fengtian, almost all the dignitaries who believe in the theory of fortune-telling want to come to me to make a divination. Wait for me to see..."

As August said, she opened the folder, glanced at it, and said:

"What, Qin Sihai, brother Yong's wife, has come to make an appointment. And this old man Bai, according to the order, this surname Bai will be in line three months later. Or, should I let him come now?"

Master Hong and I both looked surprised.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, August became so famous.

August arranged for the little Taoist priests under him to call old master Bai.

Same as last time, Master Hong and I hid in the room, waiting for Mr. Bai's arrival.

Not long after, I heard a soft knock on the door outside the meditation room.

August shouted "Come in", and saw Mr. Bai walking in.

It's different from the slightly high-profile old man Bai I saw before.

At this time, old man Bai looked cautious and cautious.

In his hand, he was carrying a black bag.

Looking at August, he immediately bowed and said:

"Daoist August, I send you my greetings!"

August sat cross-legged on the chair, eyes slightly closed.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at old man Bai, he said:

"Among the people who checked the appointment today, I saw Layman Bai's birthday. I think our fate has come, so I will ask Dao Tong to invite you over. Time is limited, so let's get straight to the point!"

Old man Bai nodded immediately.

August picked up a blank piece of paper, handed it to Mr. Bai, and said:

"Write what you want on it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, August closed his eyes again.