Daoist, I am married

Early in the morning, Yinzi woke up from a nightmare.

"Oh my god, it's terrible." Yinzi muttered while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

When he lifted the quilt and got up, he was staring at a pair of mung bean eyes. This scene was surprisingly similar to the scene in the dream.

Niutou: "Wow."

Yinzi: "Oh my god!"

He rolled and crawled out of bed: "Help! Killed!"

"What's wrong?" A disciple of Chenxiangwu asked outside the door when he heard the screams.

Seeing the terrifying figure approaching him step by step, Yinzi's legs softened into noodles: "Help me, brother..."

People from outside opened the door and came in, only to see Yin Zi was frightened by a puppy and burst into tears.

"Are you okay?" Ming Zihan asked.

"Quick, get him away, and I'll be fine."

Niutou sat in front of him, tilting his head to look at him, as if he didn't understand why this human being was so afraid of him.

Ming Zihan shook his head in bewilderment, and stretched out his hand to pull Niutou into his arms. Niutou whimpered and rubbed his snow-white coat, leaving a gray mark.

"Okay, it's okay, you pack up quickly and eat right away."

"Thank you Brother Ming, you are really a good person."

Ming Zihan said that you are welcome, and went out with the bull head in his arms.

Downstairs, a disciple recognized the majestic little flower dog from yesterday, and asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, is the dog you are hugging Mr. Jin's family?"

"Exactly, he seems to like me very much, very well-behaved." Ming Zihan touched the puppy lying quietly in his arms, feeling a little proud.

"Really? Let me take a look." Minglang heard that he wanted to take a look, but before he could touch it, he was interrupted by another voice.

"It's all packed?" Ming Cong appeared at the stairs, dressed in fluttering white clothes, with vermilion between his brows.

"Yes." Everyone responded with a hippie smile.

Ming Cong nodded, didn't speak any more, just glanced at Ming Zihan, then sat down at a random place, and started eating.

Ming Zihan held the bull's head, a little at a loss.

Fortunately, there was another voice from upstairs at this time, and it was Mr. Jin and his party who came down.

"Morning." Jin Ze was dressed in light yellow brocade clothes, holding a folding fan, and holding a folding fan, carrying the young master Yan Ruyu, "I'm sorry, Daoist priests, I got up a little late."

"It's not too late," Ming Zihan said, and then put the bull's head in his arms on the ground, "Young Master Jin, your dog."

Jin Ze smiled: "How is it, you are very obedient?"

Ming Zihan nodded: "It's quite obedient."

Yinzi followed behind Jinze, wanting to cry.

Niutou has learned to recognize people, and when he sees Jinze, he runs over to snuggle up, very well-behaved.

"Come on, Niu, let's go eat."

Jin Xiang burst out laughing: "What kind of name is this, it's too rustic."

Jin Ze glanced at her: "The down-to-earth is easy to feed, do you want to get one for you?"

Jinxiang shut up obediently: "Just as long as you are happy."

Jin Ze found a seat and sat down, glanced at the person who was drinking porridge across the way, and said, "Daoist, are you still satisfied?" He said and gestured to the sword in his hand.

Ming Cong paused, looked at Jin Ze, then nodded: "Satisfied, thank you."

All the people with their ears stretched out their heads to look at the sword in Ming Cong's hand, and saw that the sword was still shining like new, but there was something extra on the hilt - a white jade buckle.

This jade buckle is shaped like a copper coin, with a smooth surface, and the whole body is snow white with a transparent color. It matches the cold sword body very well.

Jade buttons also have the meaning of warding off evil spirits and avoiding disasters. Wearing close to the body can ward off evil spirits and also have a good decorative effect.

Jin Ze smiled, obviously satisfied with his vision

Everyone was already half full for breakfast, and He Shouwu came late.

Jin Ze looked around him: "Elder He, where is Shu Sheng? Did you catch him?"

He Shouwu sat down and poured a cup of tea, drained it and said, "It's gone."

Jin Ze felt empty: "It's gone?"

He Shouwu nodded, then shook his head again: "It's not considered dead, it's just that the spiritual power has dissipated, the Taoism has been lost, and it has turned into its original shape and planted at the gate of the city."

Jin Ze murmured: "It's actually like this."

A Niu arched under his feet, and changed his posture to lie down, which brought Jinze back to his senses.

If he hadn't seen Shu Sheng's memories, Jin Ze might just sigh that it should be so.But when he saw it, he couldn't accept the ending. He was obviously the victim.

"There's no way, he's completely fallen into evil." He Shouwu also sighed.

"Do you know how he got into evil?" Ming Cong asked beside him.

He Shouwu raised his eyebrows and said, "Speaking of which, Daoist Ming still remembers what he promised me?"

"Of course I remember." Ming Cong replied helplessly.

"The reason why this demon spirit became evil is unknown, but it is absolutely not normal. To be honest, I came here this time to investigate such cases." He Shouwudao.

Ming Cong: "This kind of thing, does it mean that people have become evil?"

He Shouwu shook his head: "There is no definite evidence pointing to it being man-made. You must know that self-cultivation has always had a deep foundation, and it is not so easy to be seduced. It can only be classified as unconventional and evil."

It is not easy for those who attain spiritual power, so the number is rare.If one can be easily lured into evil, then the world of comprehension will be completely chaotic.

"I will report to Master when I get back, Elder Hardworking." Ming Cong said.

"It's not hard work, just enjoy the food."

Someone hastily brought over the freshly prepared breakfast.

"Thank you."

Jin Ze glanced at him, saw him bow his head to eat, and pointed at Ming Cong's ear.

Ming Cong filled another bowl of soup, and the voice rang directly next to his ears: [I can hear it, I haven't taken it off since I put it on. 】

Kanazawa: 【Aren't you sleepy? 】He took another bun.

Ming Cong: [It's okay. 】He bowed his head and drank the soup.

Kanazawa: 【…】The skin of this bun is a bit thick.

[Daoist, I want to ask, Elder He, do you know the basics? 】

Ming Onion: [Uncooked. 】

[I think he is too strange. Firstly, it is strange that he can enter Taohuayuan. Secondly, how could he be so clear about the seal? I always feel like his appearance,] Jin Ze paused, [It’s like Pass the pillow when drowsiness comes. 】

Ming Cong lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, put down the bowl and chopsticks and said: "Elder He, you can say what conditions you have, as long as I can do it, I will help you."

As he spoke, he sandwiched a piece of meatloaf for Jin Ze: 【Don’t eat the steamed stuffed bun with thick skin. 】

He Shouwu looked up: "It's rare, Daoist. But I don't have the mood to talk now. I'll go and talk to you after I'm full."

Kanazawa on the side: "..." He has been ignoring one point, which is why his black beans are named "little roundworm".

But the truth is, it doesn't read minds.

Take it off and never take it off.

He suddenly remembered that inexplicable laugh from Taohualin, and...

Thinking of Jinze reaching out to pick the black beans on his ears, this thing is bad, and he feels too insecure.

After dinner, He Shouwu took Ming Cong into the room and chatted for a while, but he didn't know what to say.

After coming out, He Shouwu walked out the door alone with a stick.

The rest of the group packed up and rushed to the gate of the city.

The city lord of Yunbie came to see him off in person, followed by many people from Yunbie.

The incident was successfully solved and the missing person returned safely. Chenxiangwu contributed a lot. The people of Yunbie took large and small packages of various specialties and expressed their gratitude to the priests.

Ming Cong rejected the thank-you gifts from the people because of the inconvenience of carrying it, and captured the hearts of all the little girls with an extremely elegant smile.

"Master, will you come again?"

"Welcome Daoist Master to be your guest again."

Ming Cong chuckled: "You probably don't want to see us again."

"how come!"

Jinze shook his fan: "..."

Why can't you look at me in Yushu Linfeng?Is it because the dog at my feet is so ugly?

A Niu shook his ears, moved his buttocks and sat closer to Jinze.

Ming Cong took out the yin and yang mirror, and a barrier appeared, and the group bid farewell to the people, and stepped into the mirror one after another.

The people in Yunbie behind waved goodbye one after another, walking slowly while saying goodbye, the scene was very spectacular for a while.

But it is said that under a peach tree full of fruits near the gate of the city, an old man is leaning against the tree to enjoy the shade.Next to the old man was a young boy who fanned the old man.

In front of the old man was a chessboard. It seemed that the chess game had been played for a long time, but there was no one to continue.

"Grandpa, do you still tell stories today?" the little grandson asked.

"Talk, it was mentioned in the last book." The old man reached out and slapped the chessboard, and there was a crisp sound, and the end game was completely dead.

Someone next to him pointed out: "This old man is here again, Crazy is still in such a healthy body, his children are really unlucky."

"I don't know which kind-hearted person even planted a tree for him. He is really enjoying his life."

"..."

"This young man loves to read. What does he love to read?"

"Guanguan Jujiu is in the river continent." The little grandson continued, this story has been told [-] times if not a hundred times, and the little grandson can already recite it.

"This young man likes to jump up and down on the roof. He never worries about falling. He likes to enjoy flowers. When he sees someone folding a flower, it's like killing him. He doesn't like to sleep. He's happy like a child every day. He doesn't like the sky. Hei, there is only Tianming in the woods, who loves to squat on trees and listen to books, and loves to play chess and cheat..."

When the old man talked about excitement, his cheeks had a healthy blush, as if only at this time, he could still remember the wanton and free and easy of his youth.

"...If you are a scholar with thousands of households?" The familiar voice of reciting came, and the passers-by clapped their hands and said hello.

The old man narrowed his chaotic eyes and smiled.

Every time the little grandson finished listening to the story, he would ask: "Grandpa, why was this brother locked up in the end? Isn't he a good man?"

At this time, his grandfather would be silent, just staring at a certain place without speaking.

This time he asked again as usual.

The old man paused, but tears welled up in his chaotic eyes.

He touched the tree behind him with trembling hands, and said, "Good and bad, good and evil, it's always been a mess."

But the grandson nodded: "I know grandpa, it was grandpa who came to arrest this brother, so did you hide him?"

The little grandson mentioned it while listening to his father and mother chatting.

His grandfather was a schoolteacher when he was young, but when he got older, he became confused, and he would only babble back and forth with one story every day, and his mother got tired of listening to it too much.

Then my father said something to his mother and mentioned his great-grandfather.

After that, the mother never complained again, and the little grandson was very happy to listen to these old stories told by his grandpa over and over again.

He always felt that his grandpa was lonely, so he wanted to be with him.

After hearing what the little grandson said, the old man slapped the chessboard again, but he didn't know what to say when he spoke again.

"I am a man with ambitions in all directions, and I will never stick to anyone or anything. If I want to do it, I must do the most beautiful thing. If I want to do it, I must walk the straightest road. What can you do to me? You can, what can I do?"

The little grandson couldn't understand, looked at the big red peach on the treetop drooling, and murmured: "Grandpa, I want to eat peaches."

A gust of wind blows and the leaves rustle.Agitated, the old man dropped something from his arms, which was an ordinary jade pendant.

Not far away, a strangely dressed man in black stared at the old and young couple for a long time, until it was getting late, the man raised his hat, and walked out of the city gate with a stick on his shoulder.