"Dao Chang and Ling Gaotu have worked hard," Zhang Chuanzheng hurriedly greeted him, "I have ordered someone to prepare food and a house, and I also asked the two of you to take a rest in our place." ”

"Don't be busy resting," the white-haired Taoist waved his hand, "Poor Dao still has important matters, so he has to leave." Patriarch Zhang will let people burn the string of 'thunder in the rain' (firecrackers) later, and go to the yin qi here. ”

"My Dragon and Tiger Temple originally charged 3,000 bronze inscriptions," Lao Dao pointed to the nine tablets on the tribute platform, "but the national disaster is at the head, my cultivators should take the help of the world as their own responsibility, 3927, go to zero and take the whole number, and collect 20,000 legal rewards to repair the Taoist temple and burn incense." Zhang Chuanzheng asked Zhang Jiacheng to take 20 gold yuan, and asked him to take another gold treasure as the "carriage and horse fare" of the master and apprentice.

The firecrackers were roaring in the sky here, but Zhang Jiabao suddenly shouted: "Dad, girl, she fainted!" When everyone caught up, they saw that the little girl was wet, holding a small white snake more than one meter long in her arms, and she didn't know where to take it out.

"My child......" Shangguan Naiya gently stroked the little snake, the little snake coiled in her arms, the snake raised its head, and kept spitting out letters, as if communicating.

"I am raised by Zhang Wending, and you are protected by me. Natural disasters are really man-made disasters, and I can't stop them in case of any eventuality. Two of the three souls have been lost, and there is no hope of transcending the six realms of reincarnation in this life. The body I am attached to has superior resources, and my children will advance and retreat with it. Is the Zhang family willing to treat my child well?" Shangguan Naiya looked around at everyone with a cold gaze.

Hearing the name Zhang Wending, Zhang Chuanzheng knew that Shangguan Naiya was possessed by a ghost. Because Zhang Wending is the ancestor of the literary generation, he is the father of his grandfather's grandfather. It is the highest cultivator since the Zhang family has a genealogy, and he has lived for more than two hundred and twenty years, and returned to the west when he hit the peak of cultivation and the Dan realm decades ago. Listening to the stories handed down by the elders, someone saw Zhang Wending playing with a snake. The soul that is now attached to the girl's head should belong to the big snake that was scared to death by the earthquake found on the stone hill that day.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chuanzheng said calmly: "I am the patriarch of the Zhang family this time, and I am also the descendant of Zhang Wending. Our ancestral friends are our relatives. As long as I'm there for a day, I won't let your child be wronged. ”

"This is very good, and when my child grows up, I will also protect you. Shangguan Naiya nodded, and finally glanced at the little snake in his arms, and his eyes gradually became sloppy. Zhang Chuanzheng thought to himself that it is easy to raise your little snake, so let it guard the clansmen and not count on it, is it to let it catch more voles to protect our crops?

"I felt confused for a while...... Hey, it's so cold, why are my legs so sore? Shangguan Naiya, whose eyes were clear, muttered, "When the firecrackers went off just now, the soul of a snake scared out of nowhere, and it came at me in one go." "Looking at the little snake in her arms, there is a sense of intimacy, as if she is a sister and it is a sister. But she had never liked snakes, and it was probably the snake's ghost that had planted some kind of mark in her mind. The little snake also nestled in her arms and slept obediently, showing that it was quite close.

At this time, Qi Luomin rushed to hear the news, and everyone told her the cause and effect of the incident. She saw that her daughter was shivering from the cold, so she anxiously wanted to take her home.

"Wait!" The white-haired Taoist stepped forward to stop the mother and daughter, his eyes lit up, and he looked a little excited, "The female doll has yin and yang eyes?"

Shangguan Naiya buried her head in her mother's waist and answered silently. Qi Luomin replied: "Dao Chang's eyes, the girl's eyes are indeed better than ordinary people. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful!" the old Taoist said excitedly, "Patriarch Zhang, if you get this doll into the Dragon and Tiger Temple, Poor Dao will not receive a penny this time." Qi Jushi, if your girl worships the poor road as a teacher, the poor road will definitely be rewarded. My Dao Fa will make this girl another heroine in the cultivation realm. It is natural for him to be excited, he is also a strong person in the true realm, and he still has to use external weapons to "see" the things of the underworld. Looking at the performance of this female doll, there must be a pair of yin and yang eyes, and those with this talent are one in a million, with extremely high qualifications, as long as there are no mistakes, they can be trained to become the top masters of the Yudan realm. Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing that he could still accept such a disciple when he was nearly a sixtieth year?

"The Taoist chief cherishes the girl, and our mother and daughter are very grateful, but ......" Qi Luomin glanced at Zhang Chuanzheng with some embarrassment. The latter smiled and nodded at her, meaning that we are a family, there is no master and servant, you are the master.

Zhang Jiabao was in a hurry, slapped Zhang Chuanzheng's buttocks, and ran over to pull Qi Luomin's sleeve. Qi Luomin simply kicked the ball to her daughter: "Ya'er, you can say it yourself." I saw Shangguan Naiya shaking her head like a rattle.

"Huh...... It's a pity. The white-haired old Taoist touched his nose, the charm of a powerful Taoist was not as good as that of a little boy, or was it said that since the cultivation realm was defeated by Western magic twenty years ago, the attraction of cultivation was so weak?

Zhang Jiacheng saw this scene, but he didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes dropping.

......

The Taoist priest and apprentice returned to the Zhangjiazu Temple to pack up their things and get on the ox cart to leave, but the young Taoist was playing with the heavy golden treasure engraved with the head of the founding emperor of the Dakang Dynasty.

"Have you seen enough? How can a cultivator lose his mind about this worldly thing?" the white-haired old man gave his apprentice a hard time.

"It's strange that the apprentice has never seen such a big amount of money. The young Taoist touched his painful head and laughed, "Master, this is our private money, we are developed." ”

"Look at your little bit of interest. Hurry up and clean up, I don't know if it's too late to catch the next one. ”

Master, my mouth is numb, and my hands are so sore that I can't lift them. The apprentice complained bitterly.

"Are you embarrassed to say? This time is a very difficult time, and the monks eat meat, and we also grab some soup to drink. There's a saying, "It's not open for three years?"

"Open for three years!" the apprentice was obviously often taught by the master with this sentence. Master Fu rode on the old ox, and the ox pulled the cart and walked slowly, while he led it in front.

"By the way, Master, the fee for our view is 2,000 wen per head, why did you raise it to 3,000 and erase it for him?"

"No matter how good a pig is, it can only be slaughtered once, and a person can be slaughtered countless times. The white-haired Taoist sat gracefully on the back of the old cow, tickling his back with a whisk, revealing an unfathomable smile. Only the apprentices listened to and worshipped these rhetoric, the old cow only cared about grazing while walking, and the moon shone quietly.