At the beginning of the morning, Qingshan Village was foggy and white.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan pushed the door out, wearing a white sportswear, and slowly ran towards the river. The fog by the river was so heavy that there were hardly any people to be seen twenty meters away, so he relaxed and ran slowly, followed by a big black dog......

"Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the sun and the moon are shining, the sun and the moon are shining, the sun and the moon are shining, the cold comes and the summer comes, the autumn harvest and the winter hide the ......"

After running for a while, he suddenly heard an old, loud voice from the distant mist. It seems that with the vicissitudes of the world and the charm of ancient mythology, through the layers of clouds and mist, it drifts down to the small river and echoes between the peaks.

At this time, he couldn't help but stop and quietly listened to this voice full of charm.

"The Dragon Master Fire Emperor, the Emperor of the Bird Officials, the first text, the clothes, the promotion of the country, the Yu Tao Tang ......."

The old and loud voice seemed to sound from the mountains behind the peak, and then from the village in front, and then to the end of the Xiaoqing River. The voice was erratic and full of ancient charm, and seemed to sound from all over the world, appearing mysterious and unpredictable.

Feng Qingyan couldn't tell where this voice came from for a while, which made him curious. Moreover, this voice seemed to have all kinds of magic power, and he was deeply attracted to it.

Let him listen quietly all the way.

Now, although the sky is bright, the white fog around has not dispersed, and Feng Qingyan can't see the distant scene at all. However, a moment later, in front of Xiaoqinghe, he saw a flag more than two meters high, and the word "count" was faintly visible on the flag.

Immediately afterwards, an old Taoist priest with white eyebrows and hair appeared in Feng Qingyan's eyes.

This old Taoist priest, wearing a whitewashed yin and yang gossip robe, holding a shabby banner, came slowly from the clouds and mist, looking like a fairy wind and bones. At this time, Feng Qingyan was looking at the old Taoist, and the old Taoist was also looking at him, with a slight look of surprise on his face.

"May I ask the chief, but you sang the "Thousand Words" just now?"

When the old Taoist priest came over, Feng Qingyan asked with a slight smile, he liked the ancient voice full of charm, which seemed to make people return to the world of ancient mythology.

The old Taoist priest stopped, looked at Feng Qingyan quietly, and then said: "It is the poor Dao who drinks, and I don't know if I can enter the benefactor's Fa Er?"

"This is the best in the world. Feng Qingyan said.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. The old Taoist priest hurriedly shook his head, and then said, "I wonder if the poor Taoist can ask the donor for a sip of water?"

"Dao Chief, please!"

Feng Qingyan smiled and asked the old Taoist priest to go first.

However, the old Taoist priest did not go first, just stood there quietly, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but smile, and then led the way in front. Along the way, the two didn't talk much, just exchanged a few cold words, and soon walked to the compound.

In the hall, Feng Qingyan made a pot of tea and took out two plates of pastries from the kitchen.

"This is a must. ”

At this time, the old Taoist priest said in a slight exclamation, as if he was a little surprised.

"The Taoist has won the prize. Feng Qingyan smiled and said.

After drinking tea and eating two plates of pastries, the old Taoist priest also got up and said goodbye. When he left, he also took a deep look at Feng Qingyan, with a look of wanting to say something.

Feng Qingyan was slightly surprised when he saw it, but he didn't think much about it.

The old Taoist priest walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the Land Temple.

When he finished worshipping God, the whole person became a little different, and he seemed to have a more puzzled look. Then, he found a good position in front of the Land Temple, and then slammed the flag more than two meters high into the ground.

The flagpole made of bamboo poles is deep into the hard mud, and the flag stands.

At this time, the old Taoist priest slowly sat down cross-legged and gently closed his eyes.

It seems that the old Taoist priest seems very calm, but his heart is not calm at all, and even sets off turbulent waves.

At this time, many people have gathered in front of the Land Temple, or villagers or tourists or workers of the construction team, they are all waiting for the auspicious sign of the Land Temple.

In front of the land temple, it is very lively.

At this time, Tang Haiyu also came out of the land temple, and he knelt in front of the god case all night.

However, although it was only the third day that he came to Qingshan Village, his complexion was mostly better. In particular, the gray-black color on the skin has also faded a lot, and it seems that the whole person has become a few years younger.

At this time, Tang Haiyu was in a good mood, and after coming out of the land temple, he was also looking forward to the auspicious sign. After all, two days ago, he was still lifeless, and it seemed that he could die at any time. Now he also knows that his glimmer of life is indeed in this village, or even in the Land Temple.

Sure enough, it was a straight iron mouth, and it was a thousand gold.

Tang Haiyu sighed a little at Chen Ping'an, and he couldn't imagine that the strange disease that had been incurable was resolved by Chen Ping'an's words.

However, after entering this village, all the things he encountered made him feel more awe.

This awe also made him a little cranky.

Does God really exist?

If it didn't exist, then why did he feel the breath of God in the Land Temple? Moreover, it seemed that it was precisely because of the breath of God that the dead breath on his body would slowly dissipate......

At this time, Tang Haiyu saw the flag fluttering in the wind, and also saw the old Taoist priest sitting quietly under the flag, closing his eyes and ignoring it. With his mind moving, he walked slowly towards the old Taoist priest and asked, "May I ask the chief, how is this hexagram calculated?"

The old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Tang Haiyu, and said, "A hexagram of gold." ”

Tang Haiyu was stunned for a moment, followed by Tang Chaoxi behind him, and frowned even more, it was a hexagram again? Why are these charlatans getting bigger and louder now, and they still want to deceive their heads?

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Ignore it.

Tang Haiyu thought for a while, not knowing whether this old Taoist priest wanted to capture the old man or if he really had the ability, and then asked: "May I ask the old man, where is the glimmer of life of the old man?"

At this time, the old Taoist priest opened his eyes, glanced at the Land Temple, and said, "Didn't the donor know, why do you need to ask the poor Dao again?"

Tang Haiyu couldn't help but be a little shocked, of course he knew that his glimmer of life was there, but how did the other party know that he already knew? Just now, the old Taoist priest obviously glanced at the Land Temple, which also showed that the other party knew that his glimmer of life was in the Land Temple......

At this time, he felt that this old Taoist priest seemed to be a little uneasy.

"Old man Tang Haiyu, please ask the name of Changgao. Tang Haiyu immediately wrote down a check, handed it over respectfully, and then asked.

There was a little more respect in his tone.

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PS: Uh, I'm sorry, it's been two days......