"Zhang Zhenren... It's been a long time, you don't see the years urging people to get old, and the style is still the same..."

Less than eight o'clock, Li He's family of three came to Sanqingguan. As soon as he entered the Sanqing Temple, Li He habitually looked at the old peach tree at first glance. Seeing Zhang Daoran, Li He's face was full of joy: "I've seen all the Taoist leaders..."

Li He saluted the Taoist priest of Sanqingguan and pushed his wife Zhang Huilan and son Li Dadao.

Zhang Huilan understood Li He's intentions, and took Li Dadao to salute: "Meet the Taoist..."

After experiencing the head lowering technique, Zhang Huilan has always been in awe and gratitude to the island in the middle of the lake. Li Dadao looked at everything in Sanqingguan curiously, he was still young, only three or four years old, and he didn't know how to be sophisticated.

But with Sanqingguan, Li Dadao was full of curiosity: "Mom, the clothes they wear are so strange, they all have long hair..."

Zhang Huilan's face changed, and she hurriedly gave her son a look: "These Dao Masters are all cultivators, you will understand when you grow up..."

Afraid that her son would talk nonsense again, Zhang Huilan took Li Dadao to the shrine.

Li He felt that everyone was a little strange, glanced at everyone, glanced at the old peach tree in fear, and didn't dare to lean forward: "Real person, will you make porridge today?"

"Li He, the business is big, and the mouth will speak..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at Li He: "Don't worry, as long as you don't steal peaches, Yiming won't do anything to you." ”

While speaking, Zhang Daoran's eyes looked at the Shentang intentionally or unintentionally: "Your son hasn't changed his name yet?"

Li He was a little embarrassed: "I should go back... I'll change it when I go back..."

The name Li Dadao was still at the beginning, in order for his son to be able to have a relationship with Sanqingguan, Li He gave such a name. It's just that as my son gets older and older, he reaches the age of going to school. My son cries every time he comes back.

Compared with other people's children, the name is either powerful and domineering, or very literary and artistic. only has his own son, named Li Dadao. The son cried and said it several times, and he was ridiculed by his classmates because of this name.

"If you don't change your name, there will be a natural disaster..."

Zhang Daoran said lightly.

Li He was taken aback: "Real person, so serious?"

Zhang Daoran didn't answer, just nodded. Dadao Dao, just a mortal body, even if he is a cultivator, he does not dare to give such a name. Even if the Great Dao is public and does not care about Li Dadao, the laws evolve and the rules are condensed, Li Dadao will continue to suffer, and even have worries about life.

"So, what about the name change?"

Li He is really scared, Zhang Daoran rarely takes the initiative to show others his face, but once Zhang Daoran shows others his face, he must be accurate. Zhang Daoran said that if the name is not changed, there will be natural disasters, although it is not explained, but it is definitely not a trivial matter.

"After changing my name, my life was smooth. ”

Li He breathed a sigh of relief: "Real person, you can give it a name..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head: "Bear the cause and effect, you solve it yourself, your fate returns, and the poor Dao will not interfere..."

"Truly, I've been feeling something wrong lately, and I've had a few days when my memory has been broken. The other day, I didn't have any memory for four whole days......"

Li He looked at his wife and son who entered the shrine, and whispered: "My family's mouth, I thought I was pretending, but it happened that she went back to her parents' house a few days ago, this is not right for me..."

Li He swallowed his saliva: "Could it be that I hit the evil?"

Zhang Daoran knew what was going on, and Tianjizi erased Li He's memories in the past few days.

Tianjizi is not at home, and he can't separate Li He's memories of the blood demon, as well as the memories of his usual life, so Li He will have this kind of doubt.

Zhang Daoran's mind moved, Li He was stunned, and his face became strange: "It's really strange, I just told the real person about it, and the memories of the past few days have come back... Didn't you really run into the evil spirit, and the evil ghost who came here was afraid to run away?"

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, Li He, you go and pray for blessings and make wishes..."

Zhang Daoran didn't want to talk more, Li He hung his head and went to the shrine.

Sanqingguan fell into silence again, and after a while, in front of the door of Sanqingguan, a voice came again: "Who is the disciple of the little Daoist, wasn't the Daoist of the same party here before?"

"Poor Dao tasting, Zhang Zhenren's apprentice grandson, Tianjizi disciple, a few laymen, please come in..."

Tasting lowered her eyebrows, but her eyes were directed to Li Yue'e in front of the door.

Tianjizi's face trembled, and he muttered: "Unjust..."

Li Yue'e still came to Sanqingguan, but he only nodded lightly to the tasting, and then entered Sanqingguan. Li Daodao and his wife and Li Yue'e entered Sanqingguan, Li Yue'e suddenly stopped moving, looked at Zhang Daoran, was slightly stunned, and then followed Li Daodao and Sanqingguan to meet several Taoist priests and went to the shrine.

Li Yue's abnormality, the wind and dust Dao chief felt strange, and Tianjizi's face became strange.

The woman that his disciple has taken a fancy to, should he have taken a fancy to the master?

"Cranky!"

This idea just came out, and a voice like thunder sounded in the sea of knowledge: "I had a relationship with her for the teacher, she didn't know the identity of the teacher, and now I was surprised to see the teacher." ”

Tianjizi's heart trembled, and his face was a little more cautious.

For the master, it seems that it is better not to think too much about things that are messed up. The master has great powers, and what I think in my heart, the master knows it at the first time.

Sanqingguan has been deserted for several years, and today it is lively again.

The flow of people continued, and in just half an hour, dozens of people came here to pray for blessings and make wishes. Zhang Daoran glanced at Tianjizi: "You go to the shrine and entertain these pilgrims for the teacher..."

Tianjizi understands that there will be many rules for making a wish to the gods. Now the hall is crowded with people, and it's a bit chaotic. If someone accidentally blasphemes the gods, or blasphemes the ancestors, they all have to bear the burden of cause and effect.

Tianjizi got up and went to the shrine, and squeezed for a while without squeezing in. Zhang Daoran sighed, waved his sleeves, and Tianjizi appeared in the temple.

The shrine, which was originally a bit noisy, immediately fell silent.

"Real people!"

It was quiet in front of the door of Sanqingguan, and there was no sound from the tasting, and a person had already entered Sanqingguan. Zhang Daoran raised his eyelids lightly, glanced at the gate of Sanqingguan, and tasted it as if he had lost his soul, and looked at the direction of the temple without blinking. Zhang Daoran sighed in his heart: "Love at first sight is not love, and there is no fate for life." ”

"Da Niu, can you see through it?"

Zhang Daoran raised his head and said suddenly.

The person who came was Li Da Niu, some time ago in the blood demon incident, Li Da Niu's parents were killed. Li Daniu went home for the funeral and never went back to the provincial capital. Looking at Li Da Niu, Zhang Daoran sighed in his heart: "When Poor Dao first came to this world, he changed the fate of Da Niu. It's just a forcibly changed fate, Da Niu is not a cultivator, and the trajectory of fate is deflected again, returning to the original track..."

"I see..."

Li Daniu smiled bitterly: "I thought that this world was an equal world. Unexpectedly, in such an open world now, there are still door-to-door pairs, and there are still so-called "aristocrats". After all, I am the son of a farmer, so I should come back and be a farmer..."

"Maybe that's not a bad thing..."

Zhang Daoran nodded, his eyes drooping: "Big Niu, go to the shrine to pray for blessings and make wishes." The return of fate may be another starting point. ”