The monkey thought about it, although he didn't want to get married so early, but it didn't seem to be a loss to have a child! So, the monkey said silently: "Please the gods and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, please bless me and give me a pair of twin sons!"

Offering incense, bowing down, as for money, there is no merit box at the moment, and he can only put it in front of the futon.

At this moment, the old horse came to the monkey's side and also burned incense and bowed down.

The monkey was stunned and said, "Old Ma, you also ask for a son, you are in your forties!"

The old horse glanced at the monkey and said, "What's wrong with my forties? I have had a son all my life, and then I can't conceive of it." I want a daughter's intimate little padded jacket now, is there a problem?" After speaking, the old horse bowed to the Bodhisattva, and then took out two hundred pieces and put them in front.

When the two of them left the main hall, the monkey suddenly remembered and said, "Old horse, aren't you ligated?"

Lao Ma smiled and said: "Yes, or do you think I really want another one? This raising a child is like raising an ancestor, I can't afford to raise one and I'm about to be liberated, how can I want it again." But if you don't make a wish, put down the money, I guess the Taoist chief doesn't want it. Not for anything else, just for this word, the value of this money!"

The monkey smiled bitterly and didn't say anything, when Haotian came with two bowls of water.

The monkey's eyes lit up suddenly, but he immediately said, "Old horse, aren't you thirsty?"

The old horse nodded subconsciously and said, "I'm not thirsty." ”

"I'm thirsty, I'll help you drink your bowl of water. After the monkey finished speaking, he ran over, took a bowl of water, and drank it cleanly. Then he said with a comfortable face: "Master, this water is still so delicious!"

Haotian nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

The monkey tentatively asked, "Can you have another bowl?"

"No, you can't. Haotian decisively refused.

The monkey said unwillingly: "Didn't you manage enough last time?"

"There's also half a tank of water you can try to fill up. Haotian looked at the monkey with a smile.

As soon as the monkey thought of Haotian's super vat and big bucket, he immediately had a sore back and decisively gave up drinking water.

The old horse looked at the monkey suspiciously, and said, "Monkey, isn't it......? Just a bowl of water to drink?"

The monkey said helplessly: "Be content, this is for fear that we will die of thirst, give saliva to drink." Otherwise, with the temper of the Taoist chief, there will be no water in this bowl. Are you thirsty? Not thirsty, I'll help you drink?"

Lao Ma always felt that there was something greasy in this, so he glanced at the monkey, took a sip of water, and then drank it dry in one go, but it didn't come up in one breath, and there was a pop of spray rain.

Seeing this, the monkey shook his head: "It's a waste......"

Lao Ma's face turned red, and he quickly changed the topic, and asked Haotian curiously: "Dao Chief, your water is a spring water on the mountain, why is it so delicious?"

Haotian smiled slightly: "It is the spring water on the mountain, but this water has entered the Taoist temple of the poor Dao, and it has been contaminated with some aura in the Taoist temple, and the taste is slightly different." ”

"This ......" Lao Ma didn't believe in the theory of aura, but it was not easy to refute it in front of Haotian. It's just that Haotian doesn't want to say it, so he doesn't ask, but he is still curious in his heart, and he is thinking about finding time to study it carefully, if he can solve the mystery in the middle of the period......

The old horse's mind came alive.

Lao Ma said: "Master, why don't you write the words you wrote just now on paper?"

Haotian smiled bitterly: "It's not a secret, the mountains are bitter, and there is no pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so I can only write casually on the snow." ”

The old horse nodded thoughtfully.

Then the monkey and Haotian repeatedly expressed their gratitude, and said that his girlfriend has not been feeling well recently, and it is difficult to walk on the snowy mountain road, so he did not come up to thank him in person, etc., and then pulled the old horse down the mountain.

As a result, halfway through, Lao Ma patted his head and shouted, "Oops, I forgot to ask Yang Congchang about it." ”

The monkey laughed and scolded, "You really ask?"

Lao Ma smiled bitterly and said: "That's it, I don't have any ideas to talk about this outside, let's not get involved, but when I see these words, I also make money!" The old horse fiddled with the camera, and in the camera was the ancestral dragon book "Tao Te Ching" and "Diamond Sutra" written by Haotian with a wooden stick. It's only partial, but it's enough.

The two of them went down the mountain happily.

The mountain was clean again, Haotian had nothing to do, he simply took the lone wolf, carried a wooden stick and walked into the mountain, while walking, looking for a large open space to practice the ancestral dragon paperwork, this text really has a kind of magic, the more you write, the more comfortable it is, like smoking marijuana, addictive! Fang Zheng swears, he has never been so obsessed with writing since he was a child!

The day passed in a blink of an eye, and the next day, the newspaper in Yongping County published an article signed "Little Taoist Guan Tibetan Master", and attached a few pieces of the text of the ancestral dragon document. From the moment Ma Hai sent it out, he waited with the editor-in-chief and others, looking forward to it, hoping to make a big splash this time.

However, they still overestimate the influence of newspapers, and in this day and age, how many sales can a small newspaper in a county town have? Even if there is sales, they are basically ordered internally, and then they are bought as decorations, waiting for emergency support when the toilet in the east of the village runs out of paper.

So, three days in a row passed, and there was no movement.

The editor-in-chief patted Ma Hai on the shoulder and didn't say anything, but the meaning was very clear, this word is not good!

At the same time, Ma Hai sent out a lot of photos about the Tiandao Temple on Weibo, including photos of Feishu in the snow, as well as the words after completion. And Aite has many well-known calligraphy masters.

Outcome......

"Is this a movie?"

"The special effects are well done. ”

"The little Taoist priest acted very seriously. ”

"If you ask for the title of the movie, you should still be able to watch it. ”

"Small production, right? I didn't see any advertisements......"

When Ma Hai saw this, his face was speechless and helpless, and he replied: "This is a real thing, there is no synthesis, if there is a little falsehood, the sky will thunder! This Taoist temple is on Chongyang Mountain in Yongping County, if you don't believe it, go see it yourself!"

"Bragging, huh?"

"What the hell is that place?"

"Searched, a small hill, there are still people on it?"

"Hype, huh?"

……

Ma Hai was suddenly annoyed: "Believe it or not, forget it if you don't believe it!"

As for those calligraphers, it is estimated that most people have not read it, after all, Ma Hai's influence is too small, and even if they read it, they subconsciously think that this is a computer-synthesized thing.

Even Zhuang Mingjiang, a famous calligrapher in the city, replied unceremoniously: "Sensationalize the public! Use both hands and feet, write on the snow? Mislead people's children, you are really a bastard in this photo! Honestly write it on paper!"

Ma Hai was immediately half angry, and replied: "Mr. Zhuang Mingjiang, you can not believe it, you can verify it, but you can't insult people!"

Zhuang Mingjiang replied decisively: "Hmph!

Ma Hai was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

When he arrived in the ancient city, Ma Hai directly killed the Calligraphy Association, but he ran into Zhuang Mingjiang who was drinking tea at the Calligraphy Association! Zhuang Mingjiang glanced at the photo in Ma Hai's hand, and then threw it away, saying disdainfully: "How old are you? Still playing this kind of trick of swaggering and deception!"