I am fickle

Wanting to go back to the Taoist temple, I asked Taoist Master Fengshan to find out. Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest climbed to a high place to pick herbs because of Xiaoba's illness, but broke his leg.

Yuan Xinyou held the hot potion and said: "I checked, the Taoist priest may not be able to move these days."

"It's so serious?" I glanced at his bleeding leg, and thought to myself that it was lucky that the leg didn't break in the mountains.

"It made me laugh, thank you to these two girls who rescued me back in time outside the door."

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the door was hurriedly pushed open. Master Shiqi looked at him worriedly: "Brother Song, what's wrong with you, but it's important?"

I always called him Daoist Fengshan, but I didn't think he had his own destiny, so I asked casually, "I don't know what the leader's name is?"

"Poverty Song Zhiye."

The name is really good, and the appearance is not bad, but it is a pity that he became a Taoist priest.I secretly sighed.

I casually glanced outside the house, but saw Xiaoqi hurriedly passing by, I pretended to be sleepy: "Master Daoist, Seventeenth Master, we are a little tired and go back to rest first."

Before they could answer, I hurriedly dragged Shangxian Yunhuai out, and I didn't forget to say a word to Yuan Xinyou and the others: "It's good to take care of the Taoist priest's injury."

Fengshan is definitely not as simple as I imagined. This matter is a bit tricky, and I don't want them to get involved.I'm not worried about their lives, I'm worried about them ruining my business.

Xiaoqi was squatting on a rockery, burning paper money and crying. Our presence made him really displeased.

Xiao Qi snorted coldly: "There are two benefactors again, what do the two benefactors want to do?"

He was so difficult to get along with so that I really didn't know how to speak, Shangxian Yunhuai smiled at me and signaled me not to worry.

"Master Xiao Qi, your Seventeenth Master is so young, how did you become your master?" Yun Huai Xianke asked politely.

"The fire killed most of the people back then. Master Seventeen was not in trouble at the time. Fortunately, he was there so that our brothers and sisters survived."

I thought for a moment and asked, "Then, are your master and Taoist Master Fengshan old acquaintances?"

As soon as Xiao Qi saw me talking, she replied angrily: "Of course not, the Taoist priest is 20 years older than our master, and they met by chance after the fire."

"I didn't know each other before?" I sighed in my heart that Feng Shandao was so young, I really couldn't see his real age, and I didn't know what good food he ate to recuperate.

"I don't know each other, I don't know each other." Xiao Qi glanced at us impatiently.

"Could Master Xiaoqi please tell us some anecdotes about this Fengshan, and tell us about this heavenly and charming Daoist Fengshan." Shangxian Yunhuai stared at the burning paper money.

Xiaoqi's eyes were full of confusion and hesitation, I hooked my lips: "If you want this monster to continue to cause trouble, you can keep it from us."

"I said, I said..." Xiao Qi put the paper money into the brazier, and looked around again.

Xiaoqi pulled our clothes and said in a low voice: "The matter of the Taoist priest is not something that can be discussed casually in Fengshan. After all, the Taoist priest once saved our lives and lost all cultivation. This time..."

This Fengshan Daoist seems to have a lot of background, and I am more and more unpredictable. I glanced at Yunhuai Shangxian and found that he was also frowning.

Maybe it's really like what Meimei said, we really shouldn't just look for her in a daze, and sorting out the cause and effect is our first premise.