The carriage rushed towards the official road and rushed out of the capital. https:
In about half an hour, we arrived at the Sanqing Temple.
As Zhu Run said, I really don't know what Li Buyi's abilities are, but his name is quite resounding, and he knew his specific location after just a little inquiry.
However, Young Master Liu and Liu Song followed the guidance of the local people and searched for about an hour, but found no trace of a Taoist temple. Let alone a Taoist temple, they did not even see a house.
"Liu Song, are you sure you are not going wrong? There is no Taoist temple here? It is simply a deserted and barren land."
Mr. Liu raised his head and looked at the valley where he could only hear the chirping of birds. His eyes were almost in tears and he could not find any trace of the Taoist temple.
"Master, Xiaosong definitely did not go wrong. Follow this road and walk three miles to Sanqing Temple. You have indeed walked three miles."
"Then tell me where the Taoist temple is. Can it be in heaven?"
Looking at the angry young master Liu Song, he was also confused and confused as he looked at the empty valley.
"Hey, look at that little widow's big white legs, ho, look at that little daughter-in-law's cherry mouth, big white legs and cherry mouth, yo ho"
Young Master Liu and the other two looked along the sound.
On the narrow path between them, a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties was walking towards him.
The middle-aged man does not trim his hair, his clothes are ragged and his original appearance cannot be seen, and his hair is as fluffy as a chicken coop. He is simply slovenly to the extreme.
To put it bluntly, even the beggars in the capital are cleaner than this man, but the guy dressed like this has a rosy and shiny complexion, and is as well-maintained as a beautiful woman.
Apart from his clean face, the middle-aged man looks nothing like a normal person.
He was carrying a bamboo basket behind him, with a sickle inside and a wooden handle exposed, and he was walking slowly while holding an old ox in his hand.
"Hey, look at that person taking a bath with their plump breasts. Hey, look at the old nun on the mountain."
With far-sightedness and nearness, the middle-aged man walks in a messy pace, but there is a strange sense of beauty, which is obviously absurd, but it is also pleasing to the eye.
Especially when he sings dirty words out of tune, it makes people feel speechless.
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?"
The visitor stopped and looked at Mr. Liu and Mr. Liu, stunned for a moment. He scratched his crotch with his left hand and then pressed his nostrils. Mr. and Mrs. Liu were stunned.
"What are you talking about? Who are you? What are you doing in the wilderness?"
Young Master Liu regained his composure and retaliated with a punch: "Young man comes from the capital. May I ask, sir, if there is a Sanqing Temple here?"
"Hey, you're quite polite, Sanqingguan! Hey, isn't that right? Where is the plaque hanging there? Can't you see it?" The visitor licked his lips at Young Master Liu's back.
Young Master Liu turned around and looked in surprise, but still found nothing. There was no Sanqing Guan at all.
"Sir, are you kidding me? There is no plaque of Sanqing Temple here."
"It's a pity that you are blind at such a young age." The visitor shook his head and led the ox towards Young Master Liu. He stopped under a big tree and said, "Isn't this a plaque?"
"Ah?" Mr. Liu followed the person's hand and pointed. A half-foot-sized dilapidated wooden board hung on a tall tree in the middle. The weather-beaten wooden board had become extremely rotten, and the original structure could not be seen at all.
appearance.
A gust of breeze came, and the wooden board swayed and slid, barely hanging on the tree.
"Hey, it was just repaired, why did it fall off again? What a profiteer."
Young Master Liu walked forward with his mouth twitching, and finally saw the blurry writing on the wooden board, Er Qingjian.
The handwriting of Sanqingguan has been eroded by wind and rain and has turned into Erqingjian.
Young Master Liu scratched his head in confusion. How reliable is this kind of fortune telling?
"Sir, where is the Sanqing Temple?"
"follow me."
The visitor led the ox and walked dozens of steps before stopping: "Hey, Sanqing Temple."
Young Master Liu opened his mouth slightly and looked at the Sanqing Temple on the ground, which was half the size of the Tutu Temple in the countryside. He couldn't even bend his own legs. If he didn't bend down and take a closer look, he wouldn't be able to see which deity was enshrined inside.
This is Sanqing Temple? Isn’t this just a papa house?
"You haven't said what you are here for?"
The visitor tied the reins in his hands to the tree and looked at Young Master Liu indifferently.
"I came to see Mr. Li, the fortune teller, for fortune telling, but I think it's better to forget it now."
"Oh, I'm here to have my fortune told. I thought you were here to ask for an account. You're too late for fortune telling. I've already finished the three hexagrams for this year."
"Pindao? Is this Mr. Li Buyi?"
Li Buyi looked at the surprised Young Master Liu and looked him up and down: "Isn't it like that? I am a poor Taoist with an immortal demeanor, a childish face with heavy hair, and fluttering clothes like a banished immortal coming to the world. Why can't it be Li Buyi? From the nunnery next door.
Master Tai wanted to have a dual cultivator with Pindao for decades, but Pindao didn't agree. How could Pindao be such a casual person? At sixty years old, he still seeks a dual cultivator with Pindao. Are you kidding me? Her little apprentice is okay.
, only twenty-eight years old, with beautiful face and beautiful skin.”
"Wait a minute, sir, the boy suddenly remembered that he was still making soup at home. I'll see you next time."
"Wait a minute, where is the hexagram gold you brought?"
I don't know what happened, but Li Buyi suddenly appeared in front of Mr. Liu and blocked the way, like a ghost.
Young Master Liu was stunned for a moment. Looking at Li Buyi who suddenly appeared, his heart trembled. Is this speed human?
He quietly swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir, I haven't done any fortune-telling yet, so why should I pay the fortune-telling money?"
A gust of wind came, and Young Master Liu felt his eyesight go dark. Li Buyi held up the wooden sign in his hand and said to Young Master Liu, "Did you see it? The price is clearly marked, and if you enter the valley, you will have to pay ten taels of silver."
"Where are you here?"
Young Master Liu stuttered and looked at Li Buyi in horror, then looked at the big tree dozens of steps away from him to see what had happened.
"What's yours, mine, get the money?"
"Okay, okay, give me the money, give me the money right away."
Young Master Liu hurriedly took out a hundred-tael silver note. He must not have entered some strange place.
"Can't find it."
"No need to look for it, I'll take my leave."
"No, it's as much as you say. A penny less won't do, and a penny more won't do. If you say ten taels of silver, it means ten taels of silver."
"Okay, okay, sir, wait a moment."
Young Master Liu, who has a habit of bringing scraps of silver, searched his whole body this time but could not find ten taels of silver. Young Master Liu was a little panicked and shouted to Liu Song: "Liu Song, do you have any scraps of silver?"
After a while, Liu Song shouted: "Master, I went out in a hurry and didn't bring any silver."
"Well, sir, I really don't have any money. How about you accept a hundred taels of silver? I don't mind."
Li Buyi jumped up angrily: "You don't mind if I charge you a hundred taels, I'll give you one hundred taels, but I can't strike you with thunder."
"What do you want to do, sir?"
Li Buyi frowned and hesitated: "Let's do this, you can pay the poor Taoist's account with the story of ten taels of silver."
"tell a story?"
"Yes, but there is a prerequisite that you must listen to."
"Sir, please tell me. I will try my best to satisfy you."
"It has to be a story about a man and a woman. Or you can give a book like that to pay off the debt."
"ah?"
"Ah, what? I'll kill you if you don't talk about it or not."
"Boy, think about it, let me think about it, let me think about it."
"Yes, sir, let me tell you a story about Bai Jie."
ps: I have something to do when I go out, and there will be more at night