Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"But everything has to be based on first come first served."

The sloppy Taoist didn't even raise his head. He just raised his eyelids, pointed at the long line in front of him, and said indifferently.

Hearing this, Yang Fang's mouth twitched.

Damn it, after so many years, this Taoist Cui still looks half dead.

But the common people, including the ignorant men and women, really fall for his tricks.

But asking him to wait in line obediently was absolutely impossible. “What if I must take the test now?”

Hear the words.

Taoist Cui's face darkened.

The clay figurine also has three points of fire.

Over the years he has been setting up a stall to tell fortunes in the Niangniang Temple, he has already developed an unwritten rule: he can only look at thirty-nine lots a day, no more than one, no matter if you are a warlord, bandit, or an old man from the previous dynasty. Also, you are not allowed to queue up, and first come, first served.

Of course, there are also people who are proud of their status, act arrogantly and want to cause trouble.

However, after the incident, the person would disappear without a trace the next day or even overnight.

The rumor on the street is that this Taoist Cui has the ability to control ghosts and gods to serve him.

So after a long time, no one dared to break the rules.

Today, the sun rose from the west, and there are still people who are not afraid of death.

Hearing the noise, the common people who were waiting in line to have their fortunes interpreted stood on tiptoe, looking amused. No one had dared to break Taoist Cui's rules for many years, but they didn't expect to see such a lively scene today.

"Are you sure you want to test it now?"

Taoist Cui looked gloomy. He put down the ink pen in his hand and was about to teach this fearless boy in front of him a lesson.

only……

Just raised my head.

A smiling face came into view.

That face was so familiar that he was even a little dazed for a moment.

My vision gradually became blurred.

A flash before his eyes.

It was as if I had gone back seven or eight years.

Outside the city of Luoyang, the righteous young man holding the divine whip, just to prevent the people from suffering humiliation, resolutely disregarded his own life and broke into the city alone to confront the warlord Tu Heihu.

Then the scene changed.

The Yellow River burst its dike, and a flesh-and-blood immortal led the Yellow River corpse ghosts to float up from the underwater city. For a moment, the soldiers were in chaos, and he was also swept into the river. The last scene he saw was that the corpse ghosts besieged Zhao Erbao, Tu Heihu pierced through Tan Tai Mingyue with a single sword, and the young man took this opportunity to hit Tu Heihu on the head with a whip.

now……

So many years have passed.

The chivalrous and high-spirited young man appeared in front of him again.

"Yang... Yang Fang?"

Taoist Cui stammered, stood up unsteadily, and subconsciously reached out to grab Yang Fang with his big hand. He was afraid that all this was just a drunken dream, and when he woke up, it would turn into ashes and disappear.

"it's me."

"I feel relieved to see that you, old man, are still alive."

Yang Fang clenched his fists, took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated feelings in his heart, and cursed with a smile.

However, his red eyes and the slight tremor in his voice revealed all his inner emotions.

"You kid, you are still so poisonous."

Looking at that smiling face, how could Taoist Cui not understand? He waved his Taoist robe and pretended to be angry, but his lowered eyes also turned red all of a sudden.

Outside the city, they pointed at the Yellow River and swore that they would not stop until they killed Heihu.

But now.

Meng Ben, Feng Dianchen, Zhao Dongzhu, and Tan Tai Mingyue all died.

Of the brothers who had caused such a commotion in Luoyang City, only two of them were left.

I haven't seen you for many years, and in the blink of an eye, everything has changed. The feeling I feel cannot be expressed in a few words.

"Come alone?"

After a long time, Taoist Cui finally asked.

"Not only that, but also them."

Yang Fang shook his head, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes as he turned around, and pointed to a group of people not far away.

Taoist Cui looked up subconsciously.

I thought they were the friends Yang Fang had made over the years.

But after just one look, he was a little stunned.

Although Taoist Cui was born into a Taoist family in Huoju, Longhu Mountain, he is extremely proficient in physiognomy. Otherwise, during his years as a priest in the Niangniang Temple, he would have relied on setting up a stall to tell fortunes for a living.

Everything in this world can be compared.

The same goes for antique artifacts, cattle, sheep, horses, donkeys, and even people.

There was a man in the front, with a slender figure, deep eyes, and an extraordinary temperament. Even though there were hundreds of people worshiping and burning incense in the temple, he could attract people's attention just by standing there.

It is said that the small hermits hide in the mountains, and the great hermits hide in the city. What Cui Daocheng loved most in his life was to compare himself to Jiang Ziya and Zhang Zifang, and to live in seclusion in the Tianhou Palace. In fact, this was his intention.

But when he saw that person, he finally understood what it meant to have the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and to be a hidden immortal.

As for the people following him, no matter if they were the young man in Taoist robes, the tall and mighty man, the two girls, or even the one wearing a bamboo hat and covering his face with a black scarf, they all looked extraordinary.

Teng!

The more he looked at Master Cui, the more frightened he became.

He suddenly stood up from the chair.

It is said that there are many extraordinary people in the world, and Tianjin has eight of them. He has seen countless extraordinary people in all his years in Tianjin, but he has never heard of anyone with the demeanor of such a person.

Even those who are as famous as him are not good enough.

Guo Deyou is too righteous and thus appears stubborn; Liu Hengshun has too much explosive temper and gets easily provoked; as for Dou Zhanlong, he is too demonic.

"You kid, it seems you have had a lot of luck over the years."

"How could you recognize such a person?"

Taoist Cui pursed his lips, then sighed and said with emotion to Yang Fang who was standing beside him.

"Wow, it looks like your eyesight is still there."

"Are you free? We have come all the way to Tianjin to see you. Not only should we treat you to delicious food and fish, but we should also give you a cup of hot tea, right?"

Noticing the change in Taoist Cui's expression, Yang Fang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"That's natural."

Taoist Cui’s face turned red.

It was indeed a bit rude of me to have a guest come to my house.

Without any hesitation, he put away the flag that said "Calculating the Past and Present", bowed to the people who were still queuing to have their fortunes interpreted, and said that he had something else to do and had to close the stall early today, and asked them to come back in a few days.

He is quite famous in the Niangniang Temple area.

So even though those people were surprised that someone was causing trouble, they were able to live in peace in the end, but since Taoist Cui said so, everyone nodded in agreement and then dispersed one by one.

Close the stall.

Taoist Cui brought a group of people with him.

He walked around the front palace of the main hall until he arrived at a small house in the backyard where the temple keeper lived. He boiled some tea, invited everyone to sit down, and had a brief chat. Only then did he suddenly react.

No wonder these people are so extraordinary.

It turned out that they were the leaders of the Banshan and Xiangling factions, which are now famous in the martial arts world.

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The most important thing was that he saw a familiar figure among the group, that was Bai Banla who had come to him for fortune-telling half a year ago, and it was he who had pointed out the way for him at that time.

Unexpectedly, when the real person came right before him, he was blinded by the leaves and could not see the big picture.

"Master Cui, there is another person. Do you still remember him?"

After both sides exchanged greetings.

Chen Yulou also put down the teacup, glanced at Miss Hong, and smiled faintly.

It was the first time I heard from someone else that Master Cui was her.

"Who is this?"

Taoist Cui's eyes fell on Miss Hong, but no matter how he recalled, he did not see any familiar trace.

"Twenty years ago, the Yueliangtai Opera Troupe came to Tianjin and performed for Rongji Commercial Company on a snowy day."

I saw him frowning slightly.

Miss Hong did not hesitate and took the initiative to speak.

After a few brief words, Taoist Cui's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his thoughts were pulled back to more than 20 years ago, when he traveled between Qi and Lu, Tianjin, and outside the Great Wall.

If it were just about time, he definitely wouldn't have much of an impression.

But if you add the words "Moon Gate Opera Troupe" and "Rong Kee Trading Company" at the same time.

A vague memory suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind.

He looked at the red girl carefully, and finally, a pretty little girl and the heroic girl in front of him overlapped little by little, and finally became one.

"You are... the daughter of the theater owner?"

"……it's me."

Seeing him speak slowly, Red Girl's heart was filled with confusion, and she nodded with sobs.

After more than 20 years, I met an old friend again in Tianjin.

That feeling is really murderous.

She was just a little girl of a few years old back then, but in the blink of an eye, she has been active in the martial arts world for many years.

"Are your parents okay?"

Taoist Cui sighed. He had listened to countless music and watched countless operas in his life, but the number of those who could compete with the Moon Gate could be counted on one hand. Now that time has passed and they are meeting old friends, he couldn't help but ask a question.

Hear the words.

The red girl's eyes turned red instantly.

Seeing this, Master Cui knew that he had said something wrong, so Chen Yulou smoothed things over, "Some accidents happened afterwards, and Aunt Hong's parents have passed away."

"I see."

Taoist Cui sighed.

It's not a good idea to continue asking questions about this matter.

It’s just that the encounters in life are so wonderful and indescribable, just like there are invisible threads passing through each of us and finally connecting together.

He had never met Chen Yulou and Queqiao Shao before, but there were three people who had connection with him on this trip.

"Hua Ling, take Hong Gu out for a walk."

"It's a good time to burn some incense and worship Mazu."

Seeing that Miss Hong was reminded of some memories because of this incident, Chen Yulou signaled Hua Ling and asked the two girls to go outside to relax. The Niangniang Temple covered an area of ​​dozens of acres and looked bustling and prosperous as seen along the way.

"Okay, Brother Chen."

Hua Ling is a very understanding person, so how could she refuse?

He immediately took Red Girl's hand, and the two of them crossed the threshold one after the other and walked out.

After the two left, the atmosphere gradually eased.

After Taoist Cui got older, he rarely traveled around the world. He just lived in the Niangniang Temple and usually traveled to Tianjin. But they traveled all over the country without stopping for a moment.

Especially Yang Fang, he was actually holding a lot of anger in his heart.

It's just that because there were so many people, I couldn't find an opportunity.

Now, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Taoist Cui was the same. He recounted what happened when he fell into the water.

The Yellow River burst its banks and he thought he was doomed to die when he fell into the water.

Who would have thought that fate was predestined. Instead of dying, he was washed hundreds of miles downstream and rescued by a shepherd. By the time he recovered from his injuries and returned to Luoyang City, Yang Fang and Zhao Erbao had already disappeared.

He also went around in the underworld to inquire about the situation.

But still nothing was gained.

Helplessly and disheartened, he could only head north and return to Tianjin, hoping to find out the truth slowly, but this trip took him seven or eight years.

After hearing what he said, Yang Fang finally understood.

The anger in his chest suddenly dissipated. He was not resentful of anything else, but was afraid that he had misjudged people and caused the deaths of Meng Ben, Feng Dianchen and Tan Tai Mingyue.

Now that everything made sense, the knot in his heart was also untied.

"Master Cui, I have one more thing to ask you on this trip north. Could you please answer it for me?"

Once the two reconciled, their grudges were resolved.

Chen Yulou seized the opportunity, clasped his fists towards Taoist Cui, and said seriously.

Taoist Cui patted his chest and said, "Manager Chen, just speak frankly. As long as I know, I will tell you everything."

"I heard that the Taoist priest had read two lines of the Half Heavenly Book in the Five Thunder Hall of Mount Longhu. I wonder if I can take a look at it?"