Brother is a bit bored

Feng Jing led Meng San and others to his office, made tea for reception, and even pushed the work at hand to the little Taoist priest under him.

The little Taoist had a familiar expression on his face, and he packed up the documents familiarly and took them out to help review. Before he left, he didn't forget to say, "Uncle Feng, you fancy refusing to go to work every morning, 360 days a year."

Meng San, "..."

Feng Jing complained to the little Taoist priest, "You young people are so unlovable, you don't know how to sympathize with the hard work of the elderly."

The little Taoist shook his head and sighed, "My master is more than [-] years older than you, and he didn't rely on his old age to sell his old age."

"..."

Feng Jing didn't feel ashamed at all, he was used to being lazy anyway, as soon as the little Taoist priest left, he looked at Meng Sandao, "I happened to be dispatched by the headquarters when your grandpa went, so I couldn't attend his funeral."

Meng San picked up the teacup and took a sip silently, then said, "Grandpa passed away peacefully, so don't worry about it."

"Hey, Lao Meng is much happier than me. He practiced Daogong spells, so he didn't have to observe so many precepts, so he was happy." Feng Jing laughed.

From his conversation, I know that he is also a very optimistic and free-spirited mentality, which makes Meng San's affection for him doubled, "Grandpa often said that he is not a monk because his six sense organs are not clean, but he has become an idle Taoist guy. That's why you are more admirable than grandpa."

"The boy's flattering is good!" Feng Jing pointed it out directly, and said humorously, "But I like to hear this, you are better than the old man, and he will bury me when he sees me."

These words made Lu Jingyang, who has always been reticent, couldn't help laughing, "It's been a long time, but Master is still as funny."

"If you come to talk to my old man often when you have time, you will find me more interesting." Feng Jing is like a self-selling melon vendor.

Meng San immediately said, "As long as the uncle doesn't think we are annoying, I will definitely come to ask you for advice."

Feng Jing immediately pointed at him and smiled, "I just like a kid like you who sees everything from scratch. To be honest, if you want to learn something from me, you must know everything without saying a word."

"Thank you, uncle." Seeing that he was so forthright, Meng San didn't mince words with him, "Please teach me the art of fortune-telling. The old man Shuta did not leave any records, since Master Shu came from the same school as him, please give me some advice."

Feng Jing poured him another cup of tea, "The skill of matching people is difficult, it mainly depends on talent."

Lu Jingyang hooked his lips, and dared not say anything else, but in terms of learning speed, he had never seen someone who was faster than Meng San. He even suspected that this guy had a photographic memory, or else God secretly gave him He's hooked up!

"I just don't know when the uncle will be able to teach, and how long will he teach?" Meng San asked for advice attentively, with a very sincere attitude.

Huang Yue was a little surprised. After all, not long ago, Meng San didn't have much interest in being a prince, but now he seems to be very interested.

Looking at Lu Jingyang, who was smiling all the time and in a good mood, Huang Yue instantly felt that he had been slapped in the face by dog ​​food!

"Young people, don't be so eager for success." Feng Jingdao, "Looking at physiognomy is a science, just like curing diseases and saving lives. If you make a mistake, sometimes it will ruin a person's life. Don't be careless!"

Meng San nodded with a smile, "Uncle Master taught you well."

Seeing that he was on the right track, Feng Jing didn't hesitate, got up and found a 32-carat leather notebook with a thickness of two centimeters in his bookcase and handed it to him, "Uncle Master, all the fortune-telling tips of my life are in it. Let this be a present to you two brothers and sisters, Jingyang has already learned the true biography of old Meng, if there is anything you don't understand, you can discuss and study with each other, and you can also ask me on WeChat."

Meng San took it over solemnly, and quickly thanked, "Thank you, uncle!"

"My family, why are you polite?" Feng Jingdao, "I haven't seen Jingyang for a long time. Since you are here together, why not stay a few more days and chat with me, a bad old man."

Meng San joked, "Then Master, don't you have a reason to be lazy, will the little Taoist just pack us up and throw us out in the middle of the night?"

"Oh, what a nuisance, I just praised you for being a Taoist, how can you immediately poke someone's sore spot!" Feng Jing complained pretendingly displeased.In fact, what the elderly fear most is loneliness.

Lu Jingyang knows that Feng Jing grew up in a Taoist temple since he was a child, and he has been a Taoist all his life. However, because of his eccentric behavior and sometimes deviant, he never confiscated his disciples. He was too close, for fear of being led astray by him.

"There's nothing going on recently, we're planning to stay here for a while, just in time for my junior to ask you for advice." Lu Jingyang agreed.

Feng Jing immediately smiled happily like a child, "Okay, okay, Jingyang is sensible, I'll arrange a guest room for you."

The old man is actually an old child, isn't what they yearn for the company and attention of those close to them?