my voice is poisonous

There was a sense of righteousness in that person's eyebrows, his body had a strong smell of incense, his long hair was tied on the top of his head like an ancient man, his walking posture was correct and beautiful, and his posture was quite elegant and light.

Fu Yunzhou can't remember exactly what the Taoist priest looked like. He only remembers that the man walked all the way in front of him, squatted down, looked him up and down with interest under the dim street lamp, and smiled. Ask him softly: "You were beaten by your family, so you ran away from home?"

With injuries all over his head and face, Fu Yunzhou couldn't even lie, so he stared into his eyes warily and nodded.

"It's too cold at night, you don't wear too much clothes, you will catch a cold," the Taoist touched Fu Yunzhou's collar with his hand, and said in a familiar tone, "I live in the Yunlin Temple in front, you go live in my Taoist temple One night, okay?"

Fu Yunzhou took a small step back cautiously, hesitating, and didn't know whether he should go with him or not.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I'm just destined to be with you. Seeing your kindness, I want to help you." Seeing that he shrank obviously, the Taoist stood up with a smile and explained to himself, "I use Sanqing's Swear by name."

At that time, Fu Yunzhou had no contact with Taoism, Buddhism, Christianity, and didn't know what the "Sanqing" was, but he suddenly developed some instincts, thinking that the "Sanqing" was trustworthy, and the person in front of him was not bad.

He nodded cautiously, and followed the Taoist priest through the streets and alleys. After about ten minutes, he was indeed brought into a small, dilapidated Taoist temple.

The layout of the Taoist temple is like that shown in martial arts TV dramas, with a large courtyard surrounded by small courtyards.

He was arranged by the Taoist priest to sleep in the back house, and when he got up in the morning, he turned to the front main hall, curious about everything in front of him.

"Can I draw a lottery?" Fu Yunzhou pointed to the stick and asked the priest in a low voice, "I've only seen it on TV, can you let me touch it?"

"You play." There seemed to be only one Taoist priest living in the temple, he sat on a futon beside him and meditated, waving his sleeves casually at him, "Just one thing, don't let me untie the lottery for you. "

Fu Yunzhou only said that unraveling the lottery requires money, so he nodded sensibly. He took the stick tube off the altar table with both hands, imitating the way of a Taoist priest, kneeling devoutly on an empty futon, holding the stick tube Start shaking enthusiastically.

Unexpectedly, he shook the lottery three times in a row, and all three times the lottery fell out. He frowned and asked for the lottery again in disbelief.

But the doctor called him.

"Don't shake it." The Taoist stood up and pressed his hand, took away the stick and picked up the sticks on the ground. He slowly inserted the sticks back into the stick one by one, and placed them on the altar .

"Don't believe this," the Taoist turned around, smiled and raised his chin at Fu Yunzhou and said, "It's better to believe him than to believe this."

Fu Yunzhou turned his head in the direction indicated by his gaze. Pei Yan, who was not a head taller than him, was running towards him. His face was full of anxiety and panic facing the morning sun. He ran to Fu Yunzhou and stopped, and stretched out his hand to hold his arm. My lips trembled, and I didn't speak for a long time

Come.

Fu Yunzhou blinked, held back the grievances and tears that immediately rushed to his heart, and suppressed his voice to make Pei Yan happy. He pretended to smile relaxedly, and said nonchalantly: "Pei Yan, I just shook out three in a row. Under the sign, do you think it's miserable?"

The Taoist priest who was watching the scene was stunned: "?!!"

Pei Yan's blushing face, which had been restless all the time, turned dark when he heard the words, he raised his eyes and glanced at the Taoist priest behind him without hesitation, and pulled Fu Yunzhou to turn around and leave without saying a word.

"Hey! I haven't said thank you yet!" Fu Yunzhou was dragged forward by him and staggered a few steps, and he still politely turned his head to thank the Taoist priest.

Pei Yan approached the entrance of the Taoist temple and let go of Fu Yunzhou's hand. He turned around and nodded to the Taoist priest and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The Taoist smiled and bowed to him from a distance, doing an ancient salute.

*****

It seems... Fu Yunzhou pulled his thoughts out of his memories, and thought, it seems that from that time on, Pei Yan kept instilling in him that all beliefs are just clouds and are not worthy of trust. Human beings in the [-]th century, we must stay away from the concept of religious belief.

However, shouldn't Pei Yan believe that Taoism produces good people?How can you be so disgusted?

Fu Yunzhou really couldn't figure out what Pei Yan was thinking, he pursed his lips and sighed, and looked around the wall of the Eight Immortals Temple in front of him with great interest.

The reason why the Temple of the Eight Immortals is famous in Yangcheng is not that the incense of this temple is still prosperous from ancient times to the present, but that outside the walls of the Temple of the Eight Immortals, it is full of people who claim to have opened the eyes of the sky from morning to night. The great fortune-telling fairies—those who are really lame pretend to be lame, those who are really blind pretend to be blind, and there are all kinds of ancestral magic sticks with names and surnames holding the banner of "the xxth generation successor of xx sect".

The group of "different styles and shapes" in front of you are all deliberately wearing Taoist robes or Chinese tunic suits, with goatees, creating a momentum that looks like the ancients, leaning against the outer wall of the Temple of the Eight Immortals, basking in the sun.

Fu Yunzhou raised his head excitedly, looking past the group of three religions and nine streams, looking at the wall of the Temple of the Eight Immortals, thinking when will his secret love come to fruition?Why don't you go in and offer incense sticks, and ask the immortal to bless you.

He bought a ticket at the main entrance of the Temple of the Eight Immortals, went directly into the main hall, and offered three sticks of incense under the enshrined Emperor Donghua in the middle.

Facing the statue, he raised his incense sticks to his forehead, bowed in salute, and before he spoke, a young girl on his left maintained the same posture as him, muttering softly, "Let me pass the postgraduate entrance examination, my lord."

On his right, a middle-aged woman also maintained the same posture as him, muttering softly: "Bless me to be promoted and get rich, Lord Dijun."

Fu Yunzhou choked when he heard the sound, and immediately swallowed what he wanted to say. The girls on the left and right didn't ask for marriage, but he asked for marriage when he opened his mouth. Why is he so motherly?

He stood up in silence, put the incense in his hand into the incense burner, turned and went out.

Fu Yunzhou came out from the main gate of the Temple of the Eight Immortals after he finished offering incense. He casually patted his jacket that was soaked in incense, thinking that it was still early anyway, should he ask someone to tell his fortune?

Although he didn't believe in these things too much, Wen Yu's good ability of surveying the sky and the earth aroused his curiosity after all.

Fu Yunzhou walked around the fence, looking cautious and careful in choosing his daughter-in-law. His gaze passed over the faces of the stall owners one by one, and his bright intention immediately alarmed a circle of magic sticks.

Immediately, there were loud shouts one after another, and a group of old men basking in the sun became active in an instant.

Fu Yunzhou couldn't help but laugh, he took a small step back, staring at a skinny man in an iron-gray jacket and a middle-aged goatee staring at him with piercing eyes, and frowned slightly, Fu Yunzhou couldn't help but raised his foot and walked towards him.

"This young man is really good at picking, he just picked Zheng Jiuye!" Someone beside Fu Yunzhou whispered.

"It can't be seen that he is still a knowledgeable..."

"Maybe it's Master Jiu's regular customer."

The group of gods gathered together and chattered quietly, Fu Yunzhou squatted straight in front of Zheng Jiuye, and tentatively asked a little nervously: "Hello, how much is a fortune teller?"

The back of Zheng Jiuye leaned against the red brick fence, squinted his eyes, lazily yawned at Fu Yunzhou, and unexpectedly replied, "I don't accept your business."

"Why didn't you pick it up?" Fu Yunzhou asked in surprise.

"No reason," Zheng Jiuye said slowly, "In our line of business, anyone with a bit of skill will be picked for business."

"What do you choose?" Zheng Jiuye spoke in a general way, and Fu Yunzhou became more and more curious, "Choose a face?"

"It's not so bad to pick someone with a bad fate. I have enough energy and energy to help my guests change their fate." Zheng Jiuye looked at Fu Yunzhou meaningfully and said, "I won't pick someone who has more energy than I have. "

Zheng Jiuye's explanation was also vague, but Fu Yunzhou understood it. He pointed his finger at the tip of his nose in a daze and said, "I'm ill-fated? Can't I?"

"No, you have a special fortune-telling personality." Zheng Jiuye was amused by his expression, and said half-truth, "Your fortune-telling personality is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"You're kidding me," Fu Yunzhou also laughed, and he sat sideways on the futon that was about to fall apart opposite Zheng Jiuye, and said, "It makes me look like a god descending to earth, but if the god descends to earth, I will return to you." Poor fate? Could it be that I came down to experience calamity?"

He has played tricks for many mythological TV dramas before, and he is familiar with the routines in them.

"Don't talk to me, I won't tell you." Zheng Jiuye moved his head with the sun's shift, closed his eyes lazily, and his mouth was especially tight, "I can only send you four words from my heart." — Carpe Diem in time.”

"It's as if I'm about to die..." Fu Yunzhou muttered in a low voice.

"The benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom." After Zheng Jiuye said this, he didn't say any more. He put his hands in his sleeves, and refused to pick up the guests firmly. He didn't open his eyes to look at him anymore, and concentrated on recuperating.

Zheng Jiuye's last words were serious, but Fu Yunzhou couldn't help thinking about it, and he didn't know where he was going, and instantly became red all the way from his neck to his hairline.

He bit his lip and stood up against the blush on his face. He didn't take a few steps forward absent-mindedly, but someone bumped him head-on. He staggered a step to the left, and stretched out his hand to hold on to the temple wall to stabilize his figure.

As a result, Fu Yunzhou stood firm, but the person who hit him did not.

The man threw himself on him with a strong smell of alcohol, and Fu Yunzhou made him feel a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol. He couldn't help thinking, good guy, how much alcohol did he have to drink to get such a powerful buff bonus? ?

Fu Yunzhou frowned, put his left hand on his chest, leaned his back against the wall, held his shoulder with his right hand, and tried to push him away.

Unexpectedly, the man hugged his waist tightly and refused to let go.

"Sir," Fu Yunzhou said in a deep voice, "please let go."

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