Daoists will flirt with me if they disagree

The Guo family in the capital is really a wealthy family. The father and son are all officials in the court. The father is under one person and is above ten thousand. The eldest son is a Jinshi and ranks first. The emperor personally appointed him to be his son-in-law, but who knows, the old master of the Guo family came to have a son, when the third son was born, the sky was full of radiance, and there was a faint celestial music from the sky, which caused a sensation in the capital and everyone was amazed.

When the third son was full moon, there was an endless stream of treasured cars and sedan chairs in Guo's mansion, until the fifth day, a Taoist priest came to the door.

A commoner Taoist priest dared to ask to meet the nobleman, from the gatehouse to the inner hall, no one could stop him. It is rumored that he met the young master, left a scroll and left. The young master cried for a few days. The family sent people all over the city to look for the Taoist priest, but the Taoist priest disappeared without a trace.

The little son, father and brother both serve the imperial court. Everyone in the capital thinks that the Guo family will produce another noble person with a prominent status in the future. Unexpectedly, the little son grows and becomes more crooked. It means that he can take the imperial examination career like his elder brother, but he started to take the imperial examination at the age of 14 and failed every year.

Everyone is humane, relying on the power of the Guo family, they can find a good future for the third son of Guo no matter what.It's a pity that every family has scriptures that are hard to recite, no matter how noble the Guo family is, they can't do anything about their son.

"Father, let me manage the fields at home. It would be even better if you can buy more. I want to farm."

Master Guo slapped the table loudly: "What can farming do? Can it bring peace to the country and rejuvenate the people? Can it serve the court?"

"Farming promotes agriculture. Agriculture is the foundation of people's livelihood. The plan for survival is the most important thing related to the country and the country." The little book that Guo Sangong read was used to argue with his father.

Who is not a scholar? A few years ago, the master of the Guo family was able to reason with his youngest son. Now that he is old, and he is so angry with him, he can't speak well.

Seeing that his father's face was livid but he didn't speak, Mr. Guo thought complacently that his father had already compromised with his words of emotion and reason, but he couldn't save face, so he happily took out a few books, After dipping in his saliva, he prepared to tell his father about his great farming career.

After listening to him for two pages, the master of the Guo family finally recovered from his suffocated breath, and roared out from his throat: "You fucker!"

The next day, Mr. Guo San disappeared.Everyone in the Guo family was going crazy. It wasn't until Master Guo happened to come to the study that he hadn't visited for a few days that he found the letter left by his youngest son. Master Guo said: "I won't look for it, let him go!"

It is said that the third son of Guo rolled up some soft money and left the house, traveling around the mountains and rivers, staying longer wherever he liked, writing letters for others or being a Xixi in the squire's house, and doing rough work as a waiter on a whim have to.

He stopped and stopped all the way, but fortunately, it was smooth and unimpeded. In the second year, he came to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, called Qiantang Town.

The Qianjiang River passes through the city, and the green moss that has grown in the humidity for many years reflects the river water, and the white walls and green tiles are hidden among the weeping willows and flying flowers. The third son of Guo seems to be in a daze, and he settled down in a serious manner. , Still working as a teacher in the academy.

This day, when the school was over, Mr. Guo San walked out slowly, but saw a Taoist priest standing at the door of the school, and the Taoist priest was looking at him.

The third son of Guo was startled, and saluted the Taoist priest from a distance.

There happened to be a student named Qi Min who ran up to him: "Mr. Guo, my mother said that I will make steamed stuffed buns tomorrow. I asked you whether you like pork or mutton stuffing?"

The third son of Guo frowned and thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Sir, I only eat vegetarian stuffing."

"Ah?" The student frowned, "Then let me go back and ask my mother." After speaking, he ran away.

Guo Sangong smiled with his eyebrows bent, turned around to leave, but was blocked by someone, and looked up, it was the Taoist priest just now.

He had no choice but to say: "...the Taoist priest is polite."

"...The benefactor greets you."

"Does the Daoist want to ask for directions?"

The Taoist priest looks upright and extraordinary, but his clothes are shabby and dusty, his forehead is covered with sweat, and his throat is rolling urgently: "...No..."

Third Young Master Guo smiled lightly: "Does the Daoist want to come to my house to have a rest?"

"Then...thank you, Master Guo." The Taoist said.

Third Young Master Guo waved his hand: "Prince Taoist, please follow me."

Mr. Guo San led the way ahead, and bought a roast chicken at Zhangji deli, and bought two liang of green wine from the nearby Taibai wine shop.

He came out of the wine shop but didn't see the Taoist priest, which was strange, he thought for a while, then waited for a while, and sure enough, he saw the Taoist priest turning the corner of the street with a yellow paper bag in his hand.

"A ceremony at the door." The Taoist said.

The third son of Guo smiled: "The Taoist priest has a heart."

The two of them walked not long before they came to a house with a big locust tree at the door.

"That's it."

The third son Guo took out the key and opened the door: "Please, Taoist priest."

The Taoist priest looked up at the big locust tree outside the door, and the third son Guo asked: "Does the priest also think that this tree is not good for the house?"

"...No, poor Taoist..." The Taoist frowned, with a strange expression on his face.

"Haven't you consulted the Daoist Immortal?"

"...Perseverance."

"Prince Persistence, please come in and talk."

Third Young Master Guo let Zhixin into the courtyard, this small courtyard is not big but very elegant, the ground is clean and tidy, it looks like it has been cleaned all day long, the white ground is exposed.There is a peach tree growing in the southeast corner of the yard. It is the time when the peach blossoms are full, and there are some pink petals falling on the ground under the tree.

A rattan chair is reclined under the tree, beside the chair is a small wooden table with tea cups on it.

"Sit down for a while, Taoist priest, let me cook some dishes, and then we will eat in the courtyard."

"It's up to the owner." Zhixin lifted the paper bag in his hand and gave it to him.

Guo Sangong went into the house, Zhixin went to the reclining chair and sat down gently, raised his eyes to the locust tree outside the courtyard, which shows how much the owner loves it.

The sun was gradually slanting to the west, and it was the evening when the warm wind suffocated people. Mr. Guo San took a wooden table with one hand and placed it in the courtyard, and served food one after another. There is also a plate of almond cake bought by Zhixin.

"Why did the Taoist pass by here?"

"Looking for someone."

"Oh? Can the Taoist priest be found?"

Zhixin looked at him and nodded: "I just followed him all the way here."

The third son of Guo paused his hand when he was about to pour the wine, then put down the glass and laughed a few times: "The Taoist priest stopped me in the street, could it be..."

There seemed to be a golden light flashing on Zhixin's forehead, and it was fleeting. He saw that Mr. Guo ate a piece of almond cake and never touched it again. He didn't like it...

He took the jug and poured himself a full glass, then raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

The third son of Guo was stunned, and sat silently with Zhixin without saying a word.

At night, the third son of Guo cleaned up the room where the sundries had piled up in the past, with an apologetic expression on his face: "The house is poor, and the Daoist has been wronged."

"No, it's the poor Daoist who bothered you, thank you benefactor."

The third son of Guo was sleeping on his own hard bed, and he had random dreams one after another, making him sleep unsteadily over and over again. He opened his eyes in a daze, and there was a black shadow in front of the bed. The black shadow was gone again.

In the morning, with two dark circles under his eyes, he got up to make a fire to cook, left some porridge and side dishes for Zhixin, then picked up his books and went to school, he was out of his mind all day long.

When he came back from school in the evening, he lingered back home, pushed the door open, Zhixin was chopping firewood barebacked, wasn't he chopping his own firewood?

With a suitable expression on his face, he stepped forward to stop his perseverance: "Master Daoist, how did this happen—" Suddenly his eyes turned, and he caught a glimpse of something on his recliner, his eyes widened, it turned out to be A small chopstick-thick snake with yellow flowers on a black background was coiled on it, and a small mouse was lying in the nest made by the snake.

"Ah—" Third Young Master Guo rolled his eyes and passed out.

There seemed to be a lot of people talking in the ear, he opened his eyes, and sure enough, he found several heads above him, each of them stretched their necks to look at him.

"Who are you?" Third Young Master Guo asked angrily.

"They are my fellow Taoists." Zhixin immediately sat next to him, and put his hand under the quilt to feel his pulse.

A young man with a fair face, not much older than the students in his school, held a wet handkerchief in his white hand and put it on his forehead, speaking softly: "Brother, you have a fever."

"Hey, I was so frightened when I saw my real body, stinky Taoist, are you mistaken, this is really him? I just look alike, but his temperament is not the same at all." A man in blue silk The young man in the shirt said.

"It can't be wrong." Zhixin lowered his eyes, felt the pulse for Third Young Master Guo, and took out another pill before stuffing it into his mouth.

The third son of Guo, however, covered his mouth tightly, and said in a low voice, "You...what do you want to eat for me?"

The white tender boy and the green shirt youth turned their heads to look at Zhixin at the same time.

Zhixin turned a deaf ear to it, stretched out his hand to take away Mr. Guo's hand, stuffed the pill into his mouth, gently supported the back of his neck with one hand, and flicked his throat with the other hand.

With a "grunt", the third son of Guo swallowed the pill, his face pale.

Zhixin gently put his hand into the quilt, then turned and left, then the young man in green shirt left, and finally the tender young man, who was crying by his bedside, turning his head three times when he walked away.

The third son of Guo breathed out, took off the veil on his forehead, put it in front of his eyes, the veil was not his, so he put it away.