Tong Zhihuan raised his head and looked at the pouring rain accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Tong Zhihuan opened his mouth and said, "Then let's..."
"Just keep the Taoist temple."
Miss Taoer said this, and then she suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the Taoist temple.
"Um?"
The knock on the door was masked by the heavy rain. Tong Zhihuan thought it was his lackey, so he asked, "Is someone knocking on the door?"
Miss Taoer blinked and said, "I didn't hear you."
"Bang bang bang."
The knock on the door rang again, this time it was heard clearly.
"There are people."
Tong Zhihuan ran towards the door of the Taoist temple, his body also getting a little wet from the rain.
"Creak."
Tong Zhihuan opened the door of the Taoist temple with anxiety. He was actually a little scared, afraid of the dragon, but also worried that his husband had forgotten something.
But who would have expected that it was not a gentleman or a dragon at the door, but a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun.
"You..." Tong Zhihuan paused.
The Taoist priest in front of him said: "Is Mr. Chen here?"
"Are you looking for sir?"
Tong Zhihuan replied: "Sir, you just went down the mountain."
"Going down the mountain?"
The Taoist priest muttered something, shook his head and said, "It's really too late."
As he spoke, he turned around, ignoring Tong Zhihuan at the door, and walked down the mountain, calculating as he walked.
"Hey, do you have anything to do with sir?"
Tong Zhi called out, but the man seemed to be unable to hear him, walking in the wind and rain.
"Boom!"
A bolt of lightning exploded.
Tong Zhihuan saw clearly the man walking in the rain this time. He was wearing a Taoist robe and had a handsome face, but the man's clothes were not even wet by the heavy rain.
Tong Zhihuan reacted immediately.
This person...
Not a mortal!
However, this man was so talkative that Tong Zhihuan couldn't help but feel a little worried again.
But then I thought about it, who is the gentleman? No matter how powerful the god is, how can he be as powerful as the gentleman?
Thinking of this, Tong Zhihua no longer worried, closed the door of the Taoist temple and returned to the temple.
…
The sudden heavy rain cast a layer of haze over the entire Qiuyue Square, but after a while, all the people on the street dispersed.
The lights that were originally lit in each house were blown out by the strong wind, and everything was pitch black.
The doors of Xiqiao wine shop are closed.
The waiter was guarding an oil lamp, and now there was some light.
Xiaoliu and his husband sat across from each other at the table.
Xiaoliu couldn't help but said: "This rain is really heavy."
"It won't last long," Chen Changsheng said.
Xiaoliu smiled warmly and said, "It should be raining soon."
As the waiter listened to the conversation between the shopkeeper and this gentleman, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Recalling just now, this Mr. Chen obviously didn't bring an umbrella, but when he walked into the restaurant, he didn't get a drop of rain on him. Not only that, even his shoes were clean and there was no dust at all.
'Could he be a martial artist?'
The waiter thought this way, but felt that it didn't seem like it.
"Boom!!"
The thunder continued. Chen Changsheng raised his hand and calculated that in about a quarter of an hour, the black dragon would arrive at the West Bridge.
"Sir, drink."
Xiaoliu filled Chen Changsheng's glass with wine.
"Thank you."
Chen Changsheng raised his glass and took a sip, then he saw the words hanging in the restaurant.
He couldn't help but smile and said, "You really put this picture up."
Xiao Liu said: "Why not hang it? Sir's calligraphy treasure is so precious that it should be hung in this conspicuous place."
"It's obviously not good-looking." Chen Changsheng laughed at himself.
Xiaoliu was very proud. He waved his hand and said, "Whoever dares to say something bad will be kicked out."
"Hey, don't, you are doing business, how can you lose the business?"
Chen Changsheng laughed and said: "It's up to him to decide whether it's ugly or not. Chen himself thinks the writing is bad."
Xiaoliu smiled but didn't explain, thinking that he would really kick people out.
Chen Changsheng reminded him and said: "No matter what happens tonight, don't go out. In addition, you should also pay attention to the inn, I'm afraid there will be water."
Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment when he heard this and asked: "Is it water from the river?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Not bad."
You must know that the Qiuyuefang river has never risen in water for hundreds of years. The older generation has never heard of rising water.
"Will the water really rise?" The waiter didn't believe it.
But Xiaoliu believed his husband's words deeply and said, "Go and raise the door rails, then look for any leaks and fix them together. Be quick!"
The waiter didn't dare to say anything when he saw the shopkeeper's cannibalistic look.
He really didn't believe that the water would rise.
I really don't understand why the shopkeeper listens to this gentleman so much.
"In the end, all the hard work was in vain. How could the water rise?"
He muttered softly, and then went to pad the doorrail.
Just as the waiter was leaning over, there was a knock on the door.
"Dong dong dong."
"Please open the door."
"Who?"
The waiter stood up, and he couldn't help but wonder, "There are still people wandering outside in such a heavy rain?"
Chen Changsheng and Xiao Liu were also attracted by the knock on the door.
"Creak."
As soon as I opened the door, a strong wind blew in.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a man wearing Taoist robes walking into the restaurant.
The waiter quickly closed the door, and his shoes were a little wet from the rain.
I saw that the Taoist priest's hair was tied up with a peach wood hairpin, and he was wearing Taoist clothes. His waist was empty, and he looked very ordinary.
And when he saw Chen Changsheng sitting in the restaurant, a gleam of light clearly flashed in his eyes, but it quickly faded away.
Chen Changsheng seemed to have guessed who the visitor was, and looked at Xiao Liu beside him: "Is the shopkeeper busy with something?"
"Sir, I..."
Xiao Liu was about to say no, but he quickly responded.
The Taoist priest who came in just now was not wet by the rain, so he was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Sir, look at me, I really forgot about it. I'm going to get busy."
Xiaoliu agreed, then went to the door to pick up the waiter and left the lobby of the restaurant.
The waiter was a little confused and asked: "Shopkeeper, aren't you going to fix the leak?"
"Let's go first."
Xiaoliu said something, and then the two of them returned to the back hall.
Xiaoliu closed the door, and then told the waiter: "Stay well here, and remember not to eavesdrop on the two people outside, even if you accidentally overhear it. Do you understand?"
When the waiter saw the shopkeeper's serious look, he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said: "I know, I know..."
…
The Taoist priest came to the table and sat down.
Chen Changsheng glanced at him, then picked up the jug, poured a glass of wine, and pushed it in front of the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest looked at the wine glass, then picked up the wine glass and swallowed it in one gulp.
He smacked his lips and said, "The wine is good."
Chen Changsheng said: "The famous Master of Yunfu Mountain would also praise such ordinary wine?"
Zhao Yuqing smiled and said: "What you gave me is naturally good."