I cried after fighting with the villain [Quick Transmigration]

Mother Ding grabbed her husband's arm and dragged her up the mountain, not wanting to cause too much embarrassment to the solitude that the two children had finally won.

Walking through winding mountain roads, the Taoist temple with red walls and blue tiles is revealed.

The Taoist temple is embedded in the mountainside, surrounded by bamboo forests behind it, forming a world of its own, which makes people inexplicably feel that this place is different from those commercial Taoist temples with flourishing fireworks and fortune-telling stalls everywhere.

Li Yu walked up side by side with the man, looked up at the open door of the Taoist temple, and was about to ask his parents if they want to be together, when Xiao Daotong appeared at the door.

"Several, Master asked me to pick you up."

Xiao Daotong was wearing a loose Taoist robe, the bun on his head was a little crooked today, his eyes were round, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth were faintly visible when he spoke, which instantly captured Mama Ding's heart.

Before anyone else could speak, Mother Ding had already stepped on the stone steps quickly, ran up three steps at a time, and pinched Xiao Daotong's face.

Xiao Daotong was an abandoned baby who was thrown at the foot of the mountain. He cried all day before being met by the old temple owner who went down the mountain and carried him back to the temple.

After reaching a certain age, the old Guanzhu sent him to school, but this kid didn't know whether he was afraid of being abandoned again, or he had a natural rejection of the school. Every time the Guanzhu walked away, he would slip away from the school Go, run back to the temple by yourself.

The old temple master had no choice but to discuss with the teacher, teach at home by himself, and go to school after the exam.

Xiaodaotong is talented and intelligent, but his physical condition is not good. He always has a cold and fever every three days. It is only in the past two years that he has practiced Tai Chi every day with his master without fear of wind and rain, and his resistance has improved a little.

The old Guanzhu gave him a lot of love, and he really treated him like his grandson, but it was the first time he had contact with the love from a woman.

Suddenly being pinched in the face, Xiao Daotong's cheeks were flushed suddenly, his eyes were wet, he seemed to be accusing, but at the same time he seemed to be shy, so that Mama Ding couldn't control her hands, she directly held his face and struck again.

Dad Ding is not as physically fit as his wife, who goes to the gym when she is free. He followed behind his son, climbing the stone steps and entering the Taoist temple after a while.

The Taoist temple is small and broken, and you can see the head at a glance. He turned to look at his son standing beside him, "That's it?"

Li Yu heard the disdain in his father's words, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the bag and handed it over, "The master here is very powerful."

Papa Ding sneered, "I don't think you brought your brain back from outside."

He didn't believe in this at first, even if he believed in it, he must go to a place with strong incense. This kind of shabby place where no one comes, it seems that the Taoist priests have no real skills and cannot attract business.

Li Yu pouted, "Believe it or not, Mr. Sheng is also a pilgrim here."

When Papa Ding heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at the tall men beside his son, feeling strange, "Mr. Sheng is also highly educated, so why is he the same as a young man like my son, superstitious about these things, shouldn't be."

Li Yu bit the word "little young" very hard, which made Li Yu very embarrassed.

He quietly tugged on the clothes on the back of his father's waist, and corrected him seriously, "Actually, he's only three years older."

Papa Ding pulled his clothes away with all his strength, and stared at the unfilial son, "Shut up today, and don't speak for him anymore!"

"Oh..." Li Yu answered with a pitiful dragging voice, lurking to the right with her fingers, and quietly hooked her husband's fingers.

Sheng Yiming's heart was scratched by the feather, and it was very itchy. He held the finger against his palm with his backhand, and said to Dad Ding with a modest face, "Mr. Ding, why don't you let the old man do the divination later, try it and you will know." gone."

Papa Ding snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the main hall with his chest straight.

There are only three statues in the main hall, which are more than four meters high. You have to raise your head to the limit to see the majestic face of the statue.

I don't know why, Papa Ding felt a wave of respect in his heart. Realizing his inexplicable mood, he raised his hand and patted his forehead, and walked forward quickly.

Li Yu took Sheng Yiming's hand and followed behind his father, crossed the threshold and entered the back yard.

Ding's father was missing, but Ding's mother was pulling Xiaodaotong to sit on the stone bench, coaxing the child to eat snacks in soft words.

Li Yu walked over, flicked Xiaodaotong's bun with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Where's your master?"

"Master is in the room, you just go in directly." Xiao Daotong turned his head and pointed to the gate of the small courtyard on the right with a straight face, like a little adult.

Mother Ding's heart melted when she saw it, and she let out an ouch, and couldn't help but picked up the child and put it on her lap.

Li Yu felt a little sour. He grew up so big that he had never been hugged by his mother.

When I think about going back, I am a person without family and friends, and I feel a little sad.

He turned his head and just happened to look into the man's deep eyes, and the sadness in his heart slipped away without a sound. He knew that he didn't have nothing, and this man would be with him no matter what.

Li Yu raised his eyebrows at the man, "Shall we go?"

"En." Sheng Yiming glanced at the hand that the young man offered, and reached out to hold it.

Mama Ding was so bored by the two that she couldn't see her eyes. The young couple had been sticky since they met, and they could only see each other in their eyes.

I don't know when the old stubbornness at home will be completely seen.

The room was the same as last time, the smoke from burning sandalwood spread in the air silently, the windows were half opened by the bamboo poles, and there were low branches showing shyly.

Li Yu stepped forward, "Mr."

The temple master was distracted, and was shocked when he heard the words, and his eyes first passed the young man and fell on the cold man beside him.

As if waking up from a dream, he suddenly stood up and nodded cautiously, "Mr. Sheng, long time no see."

Sheng Yiming nodded back, "I said I would come over this weekend, but I was delayed by other things."

The host realized that his expression was a bit too flattering and dog-legged, so he quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure, "It's okay."

Just two words, very stylish.

Li Yu's eyes rolled between the two of them. At the beginning, he had no clue about the secret of the target. Even if he found the viewer's attitude was weird, he just thought that he was a realist, and he was polite to the target because of money and power.

Looking at it again today, I just feel that my original idea was really stupid.

How could the old gentleman succumb to the world with his immortal demeanor.

How did the temple master know that he was so lofty in the heart of the young man, he rubbed his hands embarrassedly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. The water system is broken and no one has come to fix it, I thought, this set of equipment has been used for several years, how about you replace it for me?"

Sheng Yiming raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I pay you a lot every year."

The old temple master frowned, "Don't I have to save it for my apprentice? You know, that kid doesn't like to study, and his health is not good. He is talented and enthusiastic in Yin Yang, but now the world is full of troubles. Liars are well-fed, while the real ones are poor...I need to leave him some money."

Sheng Yiming pursed his lips and remained silent.

There was silence in the room for about a minute, and the old temple master couldn't help but mutter, "Forget it, the water purification system shouldn't be counted on you, I'll pay for it myself."

Still silent, Sheng Yiming stretched his arms around the young man's shoulders, brought him to the teahouse and sat down, and skillfully started making tea.

Li Yu quietly glanced at the old temple master, tsk, there are two big characters written on his face, distressed.

Li Yu, "..."

It's a bit of a slap in the face, this is not doing common things, it is obviously an old fritter soaked in the secular world.

Handing the first cup of tea prepared by the man to the old man, the young man said earnestly, "Old man, we came to ask you about two things."

The old Guanzhu, who had entered the working state, picked up the tall man's shelf again, clasped two fingers on the teacup and took a sip, "Say it."

"I already know the situation of Mr. Sheng." Li Yu suddenly became nervous, grabbing the man's fingers to draw strength, "So the first thing I want to ask is that I always feel powerless recently, especially when, when... "

Without saying a word, the old temple master gave me a look that I understood very well, and stopped the young man's words.

Putting down the teacup, he said seriously, "There is no solution to this matter."

Li Yu felt that his heart was empty, and the cold wind blew through it, making him shiver with cold.

The old man said, "If you don't reduce your intercourse, your body will only get worse and worse. At first, it may be just a weak waist and knees. In the later stage, when the disease invades, your body will be empty, and you will not be far from death."

Li Yu, "..."

Sheng Yiming, "There is no solution?"

The old temple master said, "No, unless you make this body return to yang, but such a thing as bringing the dead back to life is a fantasy. If it really exists, I don't know how many people will be crazy about it."

To live a long life and bring the dead back to life has always been the life pursuit of many emperors in ancient times.

If this kind of technology really exists, whoever can master it can become the father of this world.

Li Yuxin said, I have it, but unfortunately it is a one-off, and the risk is not guaranteed.

He hid the little secret in his heart, and changed the subject abruptly, "There is a second thing."

The Lord of the Temple, "Say it."

Li Yu, "Could you please say a few good words for us later, such as what is a match made in heaven, the fate of several lifetimes, and if two people are separated, they will die alone."

The Lord of the Temple, "..."

Seeing his confusion, Li Yu added, "My parents are here too, you know, right? My father is very opposed to my dating with Mr. Sheng."

The viewer looked at Sheng Yiming, met the other's eyes, his heart trembled, and he immediately agreed, "Well, don't worry, I will definitely help with this."

Papa Ding didn't know that he was being tricked. At this time, he entered another small courtyard, staring in a daze at the clay sculpture of the God of Wealth inside.

Although he said he didn't believe it, he still had some meaning in his heart, let alone facing the God of Wealth who could bring wealth.

Looking back to make sure no one came in, he quietly took out a few pink banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the merit box.

After thinking a few words in my heart, I walked away, for fear of being bumped into.

Papa Ding hurried all the way, and as soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw his son standing by a stone table looking around, obviously looking for someone.

The majestic old father cleared his throat and successfully attracted his son's attention.

Li Yu trotted over and dragged the man to the old temple master's yard.

The temple master has already assumed the posture of a hermit master, stroking his beard that is not too long, his eyes are half closed, and he is meditating with his legs crossed.

Papa Ding is a person who cares about face very much. If someone tells him that he is thinking of something and his face is exposed, it will make him angry.

So Li Yu quietly winked at the man who was still drinking tea, leaving Papa Ding and the old temple master alone, and left the room together.

The door slammed shut, and the host slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him and said, "Mr. Ding has a generous personality and doesn't like to argue with others, but he is extremely assertive and down-to-earth."

Papa Ding frowned. His personality was indeed like this. He stabilized his expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally looked squarely at the so-called master in front of him.

He didn't say yes or no, but said, "You continue."