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When asked here, Ye Qiutang stopped talking.

He knew that if he continued to ask, there would be no result.

This old foodie is like that.

You have to force him for a while before you can get a vague answer, but after you get this answer, you have to wait for another chance.

Just like squeezing toothpaste, you have to squeeze hard!

Gee!

But with this information, after going down the mountain tomorrow, he will exchange information with Feng Haixuan, and maybe he can decipher some new clues.

He had an intuition that perhaps the truth of the facts would soon be revealed.

Thinking of this, his worries and fears about this matter were reduced by seven or eight points, as if he was solving an eternal puzzle.

Thinking about it is quite a sense of accomplishment.

But things backfired, Ye Qiutang got up the next day and heard the Taoist priest in the temple say that Qingxuan Dao had been ill for a long time.

Ye Qiutang was startled.

Last night, in the middle of the night again, the same scene in the kitchen happened for the second time.

In other words, last night, that old foodie went to the yard where he lived to steal food in the middle of the night, and Ye Qiutang was also included.

Ye Qiutang originally looked at the old foodie as he got older, so it's okay to be greedy once in a while.

When people are old, it is a blessing to be able to eat.

Didn't expect to be so sick?

Ye Qiutang was so frightened that he couldn't figure it out. He quickly pulled the Taoist priest who took him to dinner and asked, "What's wrong? Has he taken any medicine? Should he go to the hospital?"

He thought eagerly that the mountain road to the north was barely open to traffic, so he could run down the mountain quickly, and then drive his Wrangler up from the mountain road to the north.

"I have a slight cold, but it's not serious." Seeing that he was worried, the Taoist said with relief, "Maybe it rained in the middle of the night last night, and the temperature dropped a little, and he caught a cold."

Hearing that it was a minor cold, Ye Qiutang felt relieved, but a cold is not a trivial matter for an elderly person.

Ye Qiutang didn't follow the Taoist priest to eat anymore, and went straight to Taoist Master Qingxuan's bedroom.

This old man is really sick.

Yesterday I saw this old foodie practicing Tai Chi with a red face, and I ate so much food with him in the middle of the night, but now I look at him with a pale face and lying on the bed weakly.

To say that he was terminally ill was nothing more than that.

Daoist Qingxuan saw him coming in, and said displeasedly: "Hurry up and eat, I just have a small cold, and it's not a serious problem."

"You man, what do you want me to say about you?" Ye Qiutang looked at him distressedly, not knowing what to say, the words of concern were too superficial.

Qian Guan took care of it and said hello to Ye Qiutang, "It's not a big problem, you can go eat, I'll watch over here."

Ye Qiutang was worried, "Are you sure there is nothing wrong? Have you seen a doctor?"

"There is a Taoist priest in the temple, who used to be a surgeon in the town hospital." Qian Guan explained: "I asked him to come to see it early in the morning. There is also a standing medicine in the temple, and he has taken the medicine."

Only then did Ye Qiutang feel a little more at ease.

In case this old foodie did something good or bad, he would feel guilty to death.

After all, if he hadn't accompanied the old foodie to steal and play, the cold wind wouldn't have blown in the small yard for so long last night.

Daoist Qingxuan seemed to be able to read minds, and was a little helpless: "Everyone said that I am fine, but if you look at me like this, I would suspect that I am dying of illness, and I will soon ascend from the same place."

"Bah, bah, bah." Ye Qiutang stared at him, "You can't say something nice?"

Daoist Qingxuan opened the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Okay, you are so young, why are you so superstitious?"

Ye Qiutang: "???"

Make it clear, you are an old Taoist priest, you tell fortunes to others when you have nothing to do, and you have the nerve to persuade others not to be superstitious?

Isn't fortune-telling a superstition?

This is not really a superstition.

Numerology calculation, he has his own reason.

Ye Qiutang didn't understand the mystery, but he still went to eat obediently, and then went back to the old foodie's room to chat with him.

He stayed with him for three days.

Old people catch a cold, after all, it is different from young people.

Young people are in good health and have good resistance. They can fight a little cold without taking medicine.

But the old foodie was getting old, and he had a small cold, which had been repeated for the past three days, and he had a low-grade fever halfway through, which almost scared them.

Fortunately, the situation stabilized that night.

The old foodie's situation is almost the same today, he ate two bowls for lunch, Ye Qiutang felt relieved, and prepared to go down the mountain.

It's been days.

He hasn't contacted Feng Haixuan for several days.

When I went up the mountain, I agreed that I would return the next day at most.

This adds up, today is the fifth day.

Ye Qiutang was about to change the Taoist robe he had been wearing temporarily for the past two days, when he suddenly remembered something.

Feng Haixuan has already sent him photos, shouldn't he also reciprocate?

With this in mind, act immediately.

"Uncle Qian, take a photo for me?" Ye Qiutang handed over the phone, "Leave a souvenir."

Qian looked at him for a few moments, then teased and said, "Don't tell me, you really look pretty good in this Taoist robe."

"I have good looks and a good figure." Ye Qiutang teased quite proudly.

Qian Guan took the photo and handed it over, "Look at it, how is it?"

It has to be said that Ye Qiutang really relied on his appearance to support this dusty Taoist robe, and it felt like tearing apart the dimension.

After Ye Qiutang packed his things, he carried his bag and bid farewell to the old foodie.

The old foodie was kicking him away two days ago, and if he wants to leave today, the old foodie naturally has no objection.

After all, they are still in business, so it's not a problem if the boss doesn't show up for a few days.

"Don't come up now, it's troublesome to climb the mountain." Daoist Qingxuan warned again: "Come back after the road is repaired. Besides, I'm also planning to decorate here, it's very messy."

Ye Qiutang nodded, and said again: "Since it is going to be renovated, you can go down the mountain with me to live."

Anyway, the inn is out of business, and there are still a few empty rooms!

Daoist Qingxuan shook his head, "No, I should go to the hospital after a while. I have a routine physical examination, and I have to do some things along the way. I don't know when I will come back."

"Okay, I'll get in touch when the time comes." Ye Qiutang put on his bag, and urged: "You too, pay more attention to your body, don't steal food in the middle of the night if you have nothing to do."

"Go away." Daoist Qingxuan was impatient with him, and he was the one who came to control his food, "Hurry up and leave."

Ye Qiutang didn't delay this time, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Daoist Qingxuan suddenly stopped him.

Ye Qiutang turned around and looked at the old foodie who was doing calculations, he smiled and said, "What? Do you want to do the calculations for me?"

Daoist Qingxuan looked at his face and hesitated for a moment, "Go down the mountain and be careful, there is nothing else."

Ye Qiutang gave him a suspicious look, but turned around and left.

After he walked away, Qian Guan sat next to Daoist Qingxuan, "What kind of trouble will Ye Xiaoyou encounter?"

"It's not troublesome." Daoist Qingxuan shook his head, "It's just a fall, a little bit of skin damage, it's not serious."

But something good will happen because of the fall.

As for what good things will happen, Daoist Qingxuan can't figure it out.

The bond between him and this person, as well as his senior brother, is too deep.

It's so deep that it can no longer continue to tell the other party's fortune.

Ye Qiutang stayed away from the mountain gate, he did not forget to take a photo of Feng Haixuan.

Inside the Taoist temple, the old foodie won't let him take pictures, so let's do it outside the head office!

In the distance, Ye Qiutang picked up his phone and took a picture of the Taoist temple located in the deep mountains.

The view is filled with smog, and it looks like a fairyland outside the world.

Going down the mountain alone, walking very fast.

Just like last time, when I got halfway up the mountain, my phone rang.

Tsk, I don't know what kind of metaphysical magic power this Taoist temple has, but it can really only block the connection between him and Feng Haixuan.

It's just weird.

Ye Qiutang glanced at the messages that Feng Haixuan had sent him in the past few days.

Feng Haixuan was quite smart, and when he couldn't be contacted the next night, Feng Haixuan guessed that he must have been delayed in the mountains.

In the next few days, messages were sent to greet me.

It is also a test.

Among them, there are also four distinctive words, "I miss you."

Ye Qiutang hooked the corners of his lips, and called Feng Haixuan.

"Brother Xuan." Ye Qiutang's tone was filled with joy, "You miss me!"

Feng Haixuan's heart fell to the ground the moment the phone rang.

Not being able to contact anyone for several days, this feeling of being disconnected is really terrible.

Even though he knew that the other party lived in a society ruled by law and would not be in any danger, he still couldn't help but worry.

Feng Haixuan hummed, and as a response, he asked again: "Why did you go down the mountain today?"

Ye Qiutang told Feng Haixuan about the old foodie's illness.

In Feng Haixuan's heart, at this moment, Ye Qiutang's blurred image has added the label of kindness.

Obviously, he is an old Taoist priest who has never met a few times, but he is still willing to spend time and energy to accompany him.

That's good!

"Speaking of which." Ye Qiutang said tentatively: "The old Taoist said he knew your master, but he hadn't met him a few times, so I reasonably suspect that our cabinet has a lot to do with them."

Feng Haixuan was shocked.

He counted his age, his master is now over 90 years old, is he still alive after more than 100 years?

This is impossible.

There are indeed many people who practice Taoism and live long lives, but there is no reason to live more than 200 years old.

Unless, unless, his master and Ye Qiutang's old Taoist also have similar contact information to them?

Feng Haixuan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this possibility was not great.

After all, this cabinet was built by Ye Qiutang's ancestors, so it shouldn't have much to do with his master.

"What is the Taoist name of the old Taoist, do you know?" He had heard Ye Qiutang call him an old Taoist, old foodie, etc. before, so Feng Haixuan never knew his Taoist name.

"The Daoist name of that old foodie seems to be related to you." Ye Qiutang replied, "Your name is Haixuan, and his name is Qingxuan. Do you think it's related to you?"

In an instant, Feng Haixuan's blood flowed backwards.

He looked blankly at the humanoid pendant on his lap. The humanoid pendant still had a small mouth and missing front teeth, asking him for snacks.

After a long while, he tried his best to control his trembling voice, and asked, "You mean, his name is Qingxuan? Is it Qing from the three o'clock water? Xuan from metaphysics?"

"It should... be these two words." Ye Qiutang was not very sure, "Anyway, I heard they called him Taoist Qingxuan. Have you heard of this name?"

The author has something to say: Down the mountain to fall in love.

Going to another stage.