Outside White Horse Temple, spring is bright and the scenery is beautiful.

At the mountain gate by the lake, people come and go, and there are vendors setting up stalls everywhere, selling some novel things.

A carriage came from a distance, with a light gauze curtain on it, and a healthy woman sat in front of the carriage with a reins.

A pair of exquisite wind chimes were carried in front of the car, and the car was swaying and making a crisp sound as the rumbling wheels shaking.

The carriage passed by a fortune teller's stall, suddenly stopped, and walked out of the carriage with two cute and charming maids.

In front of this stall, there is a sign erected with the words "Nine out of ten hexagrams are accurate, only three do not count: men do not count, old do not count, and ugly do not count."

The little Taoist priest who was sleeping soundly on the table smelled a faint fragrance and suddenly woke up.

Looking forward, my sleepiness subsided and I saw three beautiful figures walking out of the carriage in front.

The cute maids on both sides were wearing green clothes and could tell at a glance that they were the maids of the woman in the middle. The two maids had light faces without makeup, and they were elegant and tender.

The woman in the middle is about twenty years old, with a scarlet silk skirt, a graceful figure, and a charming face that grows into a man's heart, bringing endless beauty.

The little Taoist priest immediately sat upright, and the three of them really walked towards him.

"Hey, little Taoist priest, why are you telling fortunes to someone under the White Horse Temple? Are you not afraid of the Buddha's fault?"

The little maid on the left asked with a smile, obviously thinking that this handsome little Taoist priest was very interesting.

The little Taoist priest looks handsome, has red lips and white teeth, and has a very aura of eyes.

After hearing the maid's words, he was not upset and said with a smile: "This sister doesn't know that the world is so big, there are many sects, but the land is not divided into Buddhism and Taoism. They can build temples here, and we can set up stalls here. There is no distinction between the White Horse Temple and my small stall. They are just to guide the common people to escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

The little maid covered her smile, then pinched her waist and said, "You little Taoist priest are young, so you don't have any skills. You are quite angry."

The little woman's husband's family is an amazing family in the local area. She was so happy to argue with him when she saw the Taoist priests look handsome. Ordinary people can't get into the eyes of their master and servant.

"Qingluan, don't be rude." The little woman smiled and angrily. When she walked to the stall, the two maids held a brocade handkerchief and placed it on the seat in front of the stall. Then she sat down.

"Master, since you have the ability to guide people, why not show me your palmistry."

A slender jade hand spread out in front of the little Taoist priest, his hands were like tenderness and his skin was like cream.

The delicate nephrite-cut spring onion grows in the fragrant Luocui sleeves.

The little Taoist priest pretended to pinch his fingers and reached out to pinch his fingertips. The little woman seemed to be angry, but she did not scold her.

There is a door!

The little Taoist priest quickly said, "A pair of jade-slim and delicate fingers is not a romantic thing. The phoenix mirror is cleverly combing the green and dark white, and the painting building is leisurely looking at the bead curtain. Tsk tsk, the lady's palm is amazing."

The little woman suddenly blushed on her face. She took a piece from the signboard, rolled up her sleeves, and knocked her on the head of the Taoist priest three times.

"There are many inconveniences today. If you have time, you might as well come to the mansion to divine me a divination. My husband is outside and there is no one else at home. I hope the Taoist will come in the daytime to avoid inconvenience."

"The Taoist Master can enter the mansion by holding this post."

After saying that, he got up, asked the little maid to leave a famous post, and then hired Tingting to leave.

The little maid turned around and smiled, "Little Taoist, remember to come."

The little Taoist priest's heart was pounding. This was clearly a slander. I said that when I wake up this morning, the garden is full of peach blossoms. Is my peach blossom luck coming?

Watching the carriage leave, the little Taoist priest couldn't wait to unfold the famous post, and saw a vermilion door sign filled with wood fragrance, which read "Qinglu Villa".

After taking the wooden sign in his arms, the little Taoist priest was about to continue sleeping, when a farmer ran over from a distance.

While running, he shouted: "Chang'an, Chang'an, your master was beaten to death!"

When the little Taoist heard this, his whole body trembled, and he didn't bother to clean up the stall and left.

He dragged the farmers who came to report the news and ran all the way to a dilapidated Taoist temple.

This view is really a bit pitiful, but the three big words "Chiyang Temple" with spider webs on the door can be seen very elegantly.

The little Taoist priest rushed into the room and saw an old man in Taoist robe lying on the bed, looking dying.

Seeing him come in, the old Taoist priest struggled to get up. The little Taoist priest immediately held his hand and grinned: "Master, don't die first. Who beat him? Leave a name. If you die, I'll be able to seek revenge."

The old Taoist shivered and said, "You will be spared if you seek revenge. This is the time for your master. This is the battle of Duan's family, a big family in the city. If you can't collect the funeral expenses, carry my body and go to get some money. You must buried me in peace."

"Duan Family! How dare you kill my master for no reason. 30 years Hedong and 30 years Hexi, don't bully..."

At this time, the farmer beside him sighed and said, "Chang'an, stop scolding, it was the Taoist priest who seduced someone's wife, and that's why...here...ah."

The little Taoist priest is named Chen Changan, who was raised by an old Taoist priest. He couldn't help but feel ashamed when he heard this.

Master is so old, I didn't expect that I would be so dissatisfied with my old age...

The old Taoist priest's face was as golden paper as breathless as a silk thread. He waved his hand and said, "Zhang Daniu, go out for a while, I have a robe and a bowl to pass it on to his disciples. You are not suitable here."

The farmer spat in his heart and secretly scolded the old and the young, who were indecent and poor, and what else would he have to be?

As soon as he went out, the old Taoist priest took a look at him with concern, and Chen Changan immediately closed the door.

The old Taoist priest took out a bag of oil paper from his arms and said, "Chang'an, my teacher was not beaten, but fell down accidentally when he was climbing the wall. You don't have to think about seeking revenge for me. It is not good to say that it is not good for Mrs. Duan's reputation. This life is so short. When a teacher is young, he is handsome and handsome. I don't know how much it makes the beauty fall in love with him. It is also so unbearable when he is old. Do you... want to live forever?"

Chen Changan was stunned for a moment, held the oil paper bag in his hand tightly, and said, "Master, isn't this an elixir of immortality?"

Seeing this, as long as the old Taoist priest nodded, he would eat a piece of oil paper on the spot, so as not to have too many dreams.

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "The ancestor who was a master in the past once rescued a cultivator who was in trouble. He gave me this. As long as the incense is lit, he can come in an instant, take you away, and practice the magic of becoming an immortal with him."

Chen Changan asked suspiciously: "Master, why are you useless?"

The old Taoist priest looked a little embarrassed and said, "Aren't I afraid of something unexpected?"

As expected, he is worthy of being a master. He is so timid...be careful.

Chen Changan took the oil paper bag, stuffed it into his arms, and said, "Master, don't worry...Master, Master?...Master!"

With a wow, Chen Changan cried heartbrokenly. Although the old Taoist priest was greedy for money and lust, he had been dependent on himself for ten years.

There was such a daze that Chen Changan suddenly remembered that he had been in this world for ten years...

What a coincidence.

Ten years ago, I traveled to a child and was adopted by an old Taoist priest. I also cried once for my parents and friends in my previous life whom I could never see again.

In Chiyang Temple, Chen Chang'an dismantled the wooden board and tied a simple stretcher.

With the help of Zhang Daniu in the boarding temple, he carried the old Taoist priest up.

Zhang Daniu clapped his hands and wiped his sweat while saying, "Chang'an, I've done a lot of work this time. How much does it cost to rent this month?"

"No! As long as you help me dig a grave in the backyard, you will be exempted for the next three months."

Zhang Daniu was overjoyed, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Just look at it."

Chen Changan waved his hand and said, "Don't rush to dig first. Let's ask for some money first and buy a good coffin."

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In front of Duan Mansion, a little Taoist priest kneeled in front of the old Taoist corpse.

After a while, a maid came out and walked to Chen Chang'an.

"Our wife said, look at what you see, let me give you some jewelry and bury the Hu Taoist."

Chen Changan wiped his tears and said, "I thanked my wife for my behalf."

"Oh, Master Hu, what a good person..." The little maid said in tears, turning back home while saying, trembling.

Master won't even be this maid...

When the person left, Zhang Daniu came out and said incredibly: "Chang'an, you really need money! Let me see how much you gave."

Chen Changan quickly stuffed himself into his arms. Mrs. Duan and her master did have an affair, and she gave so much.

When he went to the coffin shop, he bought some funeral supplies. Chen Changan took his laborers to bury his master in the backyard of the Taoist temple.

After kowtowing three times in front of the grave, Chen Changan looked at the "Tomb of the Confused Taoist" for half an hour.

"Master, you are right. Life is too short. Since you have the opportunity, how can you shrink? Master, you rest here, and your disciple is looking for immortality..."

Before leaving, Chen Changan called Zhang Daniu again, gave him some remaining silver, and asked him to go to the market to buy a cheap donkey to come back for transportation.

"Big Niu, please keep the remaining money yourself, take good care of this Taoist temple, and give my master an incense stick today every year."

Zhang Daniu nodded, with a little excitement in his eyes, and he finally didn't have to pay the rent anymore.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chen Changan was so eager to kill people when he looked at the skinny donkey.

Zhang Daniu felt a little embarrassed, and held the wallet hard and said, "This donkey looks thin, but in fact he is energetic. He keeps calling me no matter how far away he is. I think it is probably because he is destined to you."

When I think that I am about to cultivate immortality, my transportation tools will definitely turn from this thin donkey to a flying sword, flying around in the sky, and I don’t know how cool it is.

"Oh, poor mortals are too lazy to bother with you."

Chen Changan went to his master's tomb to burn some paper and cried.

Riding on the skinny donkey, the little Taoist priest left, and the Taoist temple became a little deserted again.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Daniu came to the grave and stared at the tombstone blankly.

Suddenly, a sound of cracking soil came, and the old Taoist priest in the tomb slowly crawled out.

His shriveled palm gently brushed over the dull Zhang Daniu's head.

The merciless farmer Zhang Daniu became very happy, and a croon scream spread.

In the light, Zhang Daniu turned into a beast little by little. It looked like a cow, with a black body, a horn on his forehead, his eyes were full of power, and his four hooves were entangled in flames.

The old Taoist priest rode on the beast and looked at the place where Chen Changan left. He smiled inadvertently, his eyes a little weird.
Chapter completed!