The old man laughed and said: "Hey, I don't have a few years to live, so don't make things difficult for me, an old man."
Chen Changsheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore."
The old man nodded and said: "But the price for tea should be more or less, it can't be wrong."
Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said, "That's not possible. Chen doesn't have much money left. You have to give me a penny."
"Hey!" the old man said: "You dress smartly, but you look like a beggar. You want to cheat me even for a penny of tea money?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Then Chen will tell you."
"You, you, you..."
The old man flicked his sleeves and said, "Okay, I'll give you a penny less."
"Thank you very much." Chen Changsheng smiled.
The old man rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't come again."
He said that he would drive people away.
Chen Changsheng, however, sat still and said, "Can't you wait for Chen to finish drinking the tea?"
The old man sighed helplessly and said, "Drink, drink yours."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and then turned his attention to the street.
"Old man, did war break out here after the fall of Dajing?"
"I don't know."
"Hey, stingy."
"You are so shameless." The old man rolled his eyes and said.
Chen Changsheng drank the tea in one gulp.
Then he stood up and waved his hands and said: "Let's go, come back later."
The old man said: "Go quickly, go quickly."
Chen Changsheng was walking in the Qingshan City, and when he took a first look, he discovered that there were actually many fortune-telling Taoist priests in the city.
Many stalls are set up on the ground, with Tiekou Shenjuan written on them, or a divination character, and they are dressed like Taoists.
In fact, all these discerning people see it as fake.
But there will still be people who come up to calculate the fortune, because these fortune tellers will always say nice things, and if they say unflattering things, they may get a severe beating.
The people in Qingshan City have always been so upright.
Chen Changsheng walked along without feeling anything wrong. Although these fortune tellers were not true, they were not too outrageous.
Until he suddenly saw a figure and stopped in his tracks.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and stepped forward.
I saw the young boy with red lips and white teeth raised his head and said: "Does the layman tell a divination? The divination gold only costs five coins."
Chen Changsheng knelt down and asked, "You are so young, I'm afraid you don't have much skill."
The little Taoist blinked and said, "Three texts are also acceptable."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile and said, "Chen doesn't know your fortune. I just want to ask where the fairy cave robe you are wearing comes from."
I saw that the purple robe on the young man was embroidered with various Taoist auspicious patterns, such as the sun, moon, stars, pagodas, dragons, phoenixes, cranes, etc. It was definitely not ordinary clothing.
The little Taoist priest lowered his head and glanced at the purple clothes on his body, and said: "Master gave it to me, what happened to it?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen remembers that this robe seems to be worn only by high-level practitioners who perform large-scale fasting rituals and rituals."
The little Taoist priest nodded and said, "You know more than them."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Since you know this, you still wear these clothes to tell fortunes?"
The little Taoist priest said: "I have no clothes to wear, and I can't sell this clothes. I have to wear them."
"Is this so..."
Chen Changsheng was in a daze for a moment, and then asked: "The yellow clothes represent my own ability, and the purple clothes represent the power of my ancestors. Who is your master?"
The little Taoist priest immediately said: "I am a poor Taoist who has forgotten his words at Zhenlongshan. He is a disciple of the Heavenly Master Xuandi. He has not consulted the layman yet."
"Xuandi..."
Chen Changsheng was in a daze for a moment. He raised his hand and counted, and then he was stunned.
"He is actually still alive?" Chen Changsheng murmured.
Wangyu was stunned for a moment, then blinked and said, "Do you recognize my master?"
"Maybe you recognize it."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "I had some old feelings many years ago, but not much."
The little Taoist stood up and said, "Do you really recognize my master?"
Chen Changsheng nodded.
The little Taoist priest couldn't be sure, after all, he had never heard the master talk about the past.
Chen Changsheng asked: "Can you take me to see your master?"
The little Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and did not move.
Seeing his hesitation, Chen Changsheng said, "Chen can go by himself."
"ah?"
The little Taoist Wangyu was stunned for a moment and looked up.
But I saw the man turning around and walking in a certain direction.
He was stunned for a moment, then got up and chased after him.
"Wait for me."
"No, you, do you know where it is?"
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain mountain and said, "Isn't it somewhere?"
"You can't find it." Wangyu said.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "The Taoist temple is located in the cave behind the mountain, right?"
Wangyu froze in place, "How did you..."
"Gone."
Mr. Chen grabbed Wangyu and immediately the little Taoist felt that his legs were hanging in the air and he was being lifted up.
Chen Changsheng tapped his toes and ran towards Zhenlong Mountain very quickly.
Wangyu didn't seem too surprised, but said: "You are so good at qinggong."
"Qinggong?"
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and did not explain.
Qinggong is also good.
Wangyu saw him running around carrying her, but he never took a few deep breaths.
Wangyu opened his eyes and said, "Wouldn't you be tired after traveling for more than dozens of miles?"
Chen Changsheng did not speak to him and quickened his pace.
"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down."
Wangyu quickly adjusted his breath and adjusted himself according to the amplitude of Mr. Chen's swing, so that he would not be messy.
Within a few minutes, they had arrived at the foot of Zhenlong Mountain.
Such speed can't help but make Wangyu stunned.
"You are the most powerful martial artist I have ever seen."
Chen Changsheng said: "If there is a slight bump on the mountain, you have to hold on."
Wangyu's expression suddenly changed and he said, "No, no need, I can do it myself..."
Chen Changsheng didn't care about this, grabbed him and jumped up the mountain.
Wangyu, who had been calm all this time, actually started shouting now.
"Slow! Slow!"
Within a few breaths, Chen Changsheng had brought Wangyu to the back of the mountain, and the cave was right in front of him.
"Crack."
Wangyu was so dizzy that he couldn't find any peace of mind, and he didn't come back to his senses for quite a while.
Chen Changsheng ignored him and walked toward the cave.
Xuandi is still alive, and by now, he is probably not too young.
Chen Changsheng walked all the way in.
Seeing that the light in the cave was weak, when I walked inside, I saw the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, with his white eyebrows covering his eyes.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, then suddenly heard the sound of dripping water.
"Tick tock."
The old man on the stone bed opened his eyes.
His face was wrinkled, as if he would die if the wind blew.
When Xuan Di saw the person in front of him, his chest suddenly heaved.