Daoists will flirt with me if they disagree

"There is my soul on this big locust tree?" Guo Sanfeng exclaimed.

Hehe, he was really caught by him. This is not the same as getting a "C" if he doesn't know how to take an exam. This is his innate talent. Does he really want to be a master?

He stood up and piled up his sleeves: "Then what are we waiting for, go get my soul out."

Zhixin shook his head: "Now you and I can't do it."

"Huh? Why?"

"You have a real soul in the tree, but that soul has been scattered and cannot be used."

Guo Sanfeng's excitement just now extinguished immediately: "Then what should we do?"

"I need a magic weapon." Zhixin said.

magic weapon?Guo Sanfeng's eyes are shining, what an awesome magic weapon!If he wanted to become a grandmaster without a magic weapon, how could he do it? This was his first mission goal, to find a magic weapon.

"Look for Ling Sanren tomorrow. He is well-informed and should know the whereabouts of this magic weapon."

"It's easy to handle. Doesn't he like to eat the braised turtle in Ji*xiang*lou? Let's go there and wait for him."

Zhixin shook his head again: "I can't do it, I don't have money."

"..."

It's really hard for him to comment on this fellow daoist. He has high dao skills but he is too poor.Guo Sanfeng dragged out a small wooden box from under the bed. When they first moved into the mansion, the county magistrate gave them a deposit for this practice. Zhixin didn't accept it at the time, but Guo Sanfeng accepted his money without hesitation. that share.

He took out a few pieces of silver and handed them to Zhixin: "Take it and spend it casually, the Taoist priest doesn't have to be polite to me."

Zhixin didn't say a word, took the silver and stuffed it into his cuff.

Early the next morning, Guo Sanfeng stood in the room looking left and right, what did he touch?In the room, there are only tables and chairs, and only teacups and teapots. Where can I get them here? He took a few pieces of silver and took to the street under an umbrella.

This early in the morning, besides vegetables, the street sells chicken, duck and fish, so Guo Sanfeng stopped by for a stroll.

Huh?this fish?There are several fishes swimming in a large water basin. It doesn’t matter if the species are different, but there is one fish, which is very similar to the modern ornamental fish species. Lying motionless on the side of the basin, no matter how pitiful it looks, this fish may have traveled through time like him...

"Is this fish for sale?" Guo Sanfeng pointed at the fish.

The fish seller took a look at Guo Sanfeng, stood up and said: "You sell, you have a good eye. You can buy this fish and raise it at home. It will bring you wealth and wealth."

The fish seller saw someone say something, Guo Sanfeng didn't talk nonsense to him, and handed him a piece of broken silver.

"This..." The fish seller was spitting out lotus flowers just now, but suddenly he was a little at a loss.

"What's the matter? Give it to me quickly."

"Little master, is it far from your house? I don't have anything here to serve you with live fish..." The fish seller was probably afraid of Guo Sanfeng's repentance, and his expression was very embarrassed, "There is a bowl seller on the east side of the street. Like a person who is stingy with money, otherwise you..."

Guo Sanfeng saw that the little fish was really pitiful, and he didn't want it to stay in this small water basin any longer, and he didn't even want it to be bought by others.Now that the sun is just rising, it shouldn’t be too much of a hindrance if you use your spirit body. Thinking of this, he tilted his neck and clamped the umbrella, wet his hands in the water basin, picked up the fish and ran to a secluded place, loosened the umbrella, and used his spirit body The shape flew straight to the outside of the city, and there was a moat as expected.

He put the fish into the river: "Little fish, I don't know where your home is, so I can only help you here."

Guo Sanfeng released the fish, and quickly flew back to the place where he dropped the umbrella. Sure enough, no one picked up the broken umbrella. He opened the umbrella and was about to leave when it suddenly petrified.

Fuck!Did he use two hands when he was holding the fish just now? To the immortal, unfortunately, he let him go...

Guo Sanfeng thought about it, if normally the first thing he encountered with both hands must be this broken umbrella, the immortal probably didn't want anything from him, that's why he came up with such a question, forget it, just give this umbrella to Ling The scattered people are fine.

Guo Sanfeng and Zhixin sat in their old seats in the Ji*Xiang* Building, and the Ling San people really came.

"Are you looking for me?" Ling Sanren leaned on the seat, his clothes were a little disheveled, looking lazy and extravagant, but the blessing of the fairy halo is different.

Guo Sanfeng held the umbrella in both hands, and handed it to Ling Sanren respectfully: "Immortal please."

Ling Sanren didn't speak, Zhixin next to him raised his hand and pressed it on the umbrella: "What are you doing?"

Guo Sanfeng glanced at him, and said to Ling Sanren: "The first thing I touched with my hands was this umbrella, and I gave it to the immortal."

"Nonsense." Zhixin reprimanded lightly.

Hey, the immortal is right in front of you, fellow Taoist, can you pay attention to what you say? Guo Sanfeng confronted Zhixin with his eyes.

"Haha..." Lingsan clapped his hands and laughed, "Young master, are you really going to give me this umbrella? Do you know the origin of this umbrella?"

Guo Sanfeng was stunned: "The origin? Isn't this just an umbrella?"

Perseverance kept silent.

"It seems that you don't know, let me tell you." Ling Sanren restrained his smile, but still had a faint smile on his face, "A couple of lovers with different paths. That monster was taken into the Tower of Demon Suppression, and that mortal has been sweeping the tower outside the tower all his life."

Guo Sanfeng blinked, isn't this story the Legend of the White Snake?

Ling Sanren seemed to see through his thoughts, and continued: "However, until the time when the person dies and the demon is destroyed, I don't know whether the other party is true or false."

"Then this umbrella?" Guo Sanfeng still didn't understand what the story had to do with this umbrella.

"When that mortal was sweeping the pagoda, this umbrella protected him from wind and rain every day, and it wouldn't change for a hundred years." Zhixin said.

The Lingsan people sighed: "The human heart is not like a dead thing. This dead thing still knows and has deep meaning."

Guo Sanfeng finally understands that the umbrella is a magic weapon, no wonder it can make ghosts act like humans, ordinary umbrellas definitely don't have this effect, thinking of throwing it in the alley today, I can't wait to slap myself twice, now he Really reluctant to give it away, otherwise he can only be a quiet handsome ghost honestly.

He tilted his head and glanced at Zhixin, this fellow Taoist was very generous to him...

"Put it away carefully," Ling Sanren smiled, "I know this is not the first thing you touched with your hands today."

Guo Sanfeng laughed a few times in embarrassment: "The immortal is really powerful, I forgot at the time, that thing is a living thing and has disappeared."

Ling Sanren waved his hand: "Forget it, I didn't want anything from you. Why are you looking for me?"

Guo Sanfeng retracted the umbrella and touched it quietly. He used to look at it in tatters, but now he felt that every bit of it was broken properly. It was very aesthetically pleasing and tall.

He was so beautiful in his heart that he didn't pay much attention to what Ling Sanren said to Zhixin.

"Then we will leave for Phoenix Terrace tomorrow." Zhixin said.

Ling Sanren shook his head: "Don't worry, you should keep that locust tree first."

ah?Uncle Zhixian still wants to cut down trees?

"It seems that the county magistrate can't believe the words of Taoist priests. That's weird. How did I succeed in protecting the tree for the first time?" Guo Sanfeng stared at the pagoda tree outside the courtyard that was connected with his soul.

"Bribe." Zhixin said.

Sure enough, money can make a ghost turn a mill. If someone gives him money, he can also turn a mill.Unfortunately, it is not what it used to be. He was a well-known rich second generation in Qiutang County at that time, but now he is a poor ghost, really poor, ghost...

"Wait," Guo Sanfeng's brain flashed, and he felt that something was wrong, "Accepting bribes is such a private matter, how do you know?"

Zhixin choked for a moment, but said nothing.

At that time, he and his master were also living in the magistrate's mansion. The master warned the magistrate that the big pagoda tree could not be kept, and the magistrate wanted someone to cut down the tree. Unexpectedly, the fellow came to the magistrate's mansion at night, saying that he had got a locust tree from the tree. The red-billed green parrot, at night, the god Suzaku entrusted him with a dream and told him that the big locust tree was his former residence and must never be cut down.For this reason, Shi Lanting built a Suzaku shrine and paid tribute every month.He was very angry at that time, and he thought Shi Lanting was not pleasing to the eye, so he kept staring at that guy to see what kind of tricks he was playing, and the result was exactly as he expected, what kind of Suzaku God, the tribute must have entered the magistrate's treasury, it must be that guy He has a lot of bad deeds on weekdays, so he knows to seize the opportunity to give gifts to the county magistrate to please him.I don't know where that guy actually got a red-billed green parrot, and he walked around the city with the cage every day, pretending to show off his might.

Early in the morning, Zhixin was no longer in the house. Guo Sanfeng took out the key given to him by the county magistrate, opened the library and went in. It was really a library. More than a dozen black wooden bookshelves were full of books, and they were posted in different categories. Signed the paper, it seems that he thought too much.

Huh?There are also Taoist classics, which he flipped through casually, various rubbings of the Tao Te Ching, and some wild Taoist anecdotes.

Guo Sanfeng raised his head abruptly, he seemed to see a black shadow out of the corner of his eye, but when he took a closer look, there was nothing, and he didn't hear any sound, probably because he was a little guilty.

"Master Sanfeng," the master stood at the door with a warm smile, "My lord is kind."

Guo Sanfeng sat in the lower seat, holding an umbrella in one hand, and lifting the tea cover to dry the tea with the other, all the servants were screened away.

"Is Daoist Sanfeng interested in my library?" The county magistrate smiled and asked.

Guo Sanfeng nodded: "...There is nothing wrong with it."

After all, he is also the head of a county, so Guo Sanfeng is inevitably a little timid, and besides, he doesn't know how to say those polite words.

"Master Sanfeng, please take it if you like it. I also have the score in my possession. I don't know if the master has noticed it?"

sheet music?Why is he looking at that thing?Guo Sanfeng shook his head.

The magistrate's face was filled with indescribable disappointment, and he sighed: "To be honest, the Taoist priest is very similar to an old friend of mine."

"Oh?" Guo Sanfeng tried his best to look surprised, because Zhixin had told him long ago.

"My old friend, oh..." The magistrate seemed to be lost in thought, "The world only thinks that he is a shameful person who bullies others by taking advantage of his wealth, but in fact he is not, he died..."

The magistrate seemed to be unable to continue talking so far, so he raised his head and smiled at him: "I've lost my composure."

Guo Sanfeng pretended to be listening carefully, but in his heart he thought that this old man should be Shi Lanting. He didn't sound like an enemy, but there was an unspeakable sadness in his words. It seemed that he was indeed an old friend with friendship, Guo Sanfeng I felt relieved.

"My lord, I heard that you are going to cut down the big locust tree. I beg you to keep it." Guo Sanfeng begged sincerely.

The magistrate nodded: "The Daoist Master Zhixin also approached me this morning, and I have already agreed."

Guo Sanfeng ran outside holding his umbrella, and sure enough, he saw Zhixin holding a compass, measuring step by step in the southeast corner of the yard, and planting a spell in the ground.

"What are you doing?" Guo Sanfeng asked.

Zhixin glanced at him strangely: "I asked you to pretend to be a Taoist just to deceive others, you don't have to take it seriously."

"I'm asking you why?" Guo Sanfeng raised his eyebrows, pointing to the spell buried by Zhixin: "You made the evil-blocking formation, right?"

Zhixin was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and continued to walk: "The county magistrate still fears that the locust tree will be bad for his house. I said there is a way to get the best of both worlds. The magistrate has promised to keep the locust tree, and we will start our journey tomorrow."

It was night, Zhixin came to Jixiang Tower alone, from the second watch to the fourth watch, Lingsan came with a wine pot and walked by the moonlight: "The little Taoist priest is so excited."

Zhixin made a bow to Ling Sanren: "Tomorrow, that young master and I will set off for Phoenix Terrace. Pindao begs the immortal to help me."

"I don't know if there is a beauty in that Phoenix Terrace." Ling San raised his head, tilted the jug in his hand, and the wine flowed out from the spout in a thin line and fell into his mouth. Without waiting for an answer, he answered himself: " You will know as soon as you go. Is the locust tree preserved?"

"Exactly."

Ling Sanren clapped his hands: "The little Taoist priest is very skilled."

With a persistent smile: "In the past, the young master lied to the county magistrate that the locust tree was the former residence of the Suzaku God, and now immortals have also fallen on the tree, so how dare the county magistrate not keep it."

Ling Sanren's face changed: "I am a mere Sanxian, how dare I compare with the gods."