(8 Aug)

Yama Martial Arts Hall, Shan County.

I didn't eat in the morning, and the owner Zhu Junjie had a gloomy face, so he sharpened his knife by the well. Seeing this posture, the disciples didn't dare to ask, because the hall master's eyes were red, and he obviously hadn't slept much all night. When Zou heard that the owner of the pavilion was like this, he also hurriedly ran over and asked her what she was sharpening her knife for. Junjie didn't say a word, just sharpened his knife hatefully. Seeing that she couldn't ask anything, the lady went to ask the disciples what they knew, but the disciples said they didn't know. The lady went to ask the housekeeper, and the housekeeper said that yesterday Daoist Zhiqing asked a disciple to come, saying that he wanted him to go to Guanzhong today to see a person, who was it. He didn't know either. Anyway, the owner of the hall locked the little Taoist priest in the room and asked for a long time.

The lady instructed the housekeeper to arrange more manpower today and follow the owner. It's been decades, and Mrs. has only seen the owner of the museum so excited once, but fortunately her sister has used some means to deal with it, in her mind, in addition to that time, the owner of the museum was absent-minded when she first got married, depressed, and slowly became calm and serious after having a child.

Sure enough, the meal was very dull, and although Junjie tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, his tightly knit brows and Tie Qing's face had already made Zou feel that he must be holding back something, and it had a great relationship with the pure and empty Zhiqing Daoist. Zou didn't ask, because she knew that she couldn't ask anything, and if he didn't want to tell you, you would use any tricks to no avail. It's better to wait and see what happens.

After dinner, Junjie still said to Zou very politely: "I haven't been up the mountain for a long time, and yesterday the old Taoist sent a small Taoist to pass the word and asked me to go to Guanzhong to taste his newly picked Yaowang tea." ”

The lady did not keep him, so she asked him to take one or two people with him.

When he was able to go out, his wife arranged for a housekeeper and a few people to follow him secretly, and he came back in time to report something. As soon as the arrangement was completed, he saw a little Taoist priest standing at the door, shouting to see his wife, so Zou sent the housekeeper and others out of the door and welcomed the trail in.

When the handsome man came to the door, he rode his horse straight to Qingxuguan, so that the disciples behind him couldn't keep up with him. It was supposed to be a half-day walk, but in less than two hours, he arrived. When the little Taoist priest had just taken over the sweaty horse, he couldn't wait to go straight to the old Taoist's meditation room.

But the old man lay on the meditation bed and fell asleep, as if he had never slept in eight lifetimes. He had to sit there and wait, and people finally fell asleep a little bit, and they disturbed you, so it's strange if they don't cast a spell to clean you up. The little Taoist priest tied his horse and came over to pour him tea and drink. Yes, it is the best Yaowang tea, he has been drinking the Yaowang tea brewed by the old Tao all the year round, how can he not taste it, but he doesn't have any heart to taste the tea today.

After sitting like this for about an hour, he finally couldn't sit still, so he wanted to wake up Lao Dao, but when the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed hard, and people finally had some time to sleep, and you woke up, is that too immoral.

He sat for another hour, and he was a little anxious to urinate, so he quietly withdrew and went to the place of reincarnation of grains. After untying his hand, he went to the place where he saw it. Maybe you can find the enemy in which meditation room, no matter where he is, let's talk about the results first.

But where is the shadow of the enemy, when he came to the palace of the heavenly king, he saw an old man outside the palace of the heavenly king, holding something bright and shiny in his hand, and he was seriously splicing there, so he stepped forward to take a look, it turned out that the old man was holding a piece of broken copper, what was the fighter, it turned out to be a mirror. Oh, the mirror was broken. The old man didn't care who came to see it, he still blindly spliced there. Of course, the mirror was broken into several pieces, that is, it was spliced, but the cracked marks still existed, and the faces in the mirror were still broken. How to get rid of the broken marks, he took a small clay pot from his bosom, opened the lid, poured out some silver juice from the jar, and with a brush, applied the juice evenly to the cracks, and strangely enough, the places that had been painted were actually glued together, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the mirror became one. The old man's face was excited, and he took out a roll of thick paper from his arms, unfolded it, tore off the corner of the paper, and used the corner of the paper to wipe the mirror. The man then picked up the mirror, carefully examined the mirror, and after looking at it for a while, he saw that his face suddenly changed greatly, and he held the mirror high, and threw it to the ground with all his might. The old man sat on the ground decadently, with tears in his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "No good, no better." ”

Junjie looked at the old man carefully, his eyes did not look like dementia, and his behavior was completely clear and free, but no one had ever bothered to repair a broken mirror as before, and this was the most incredible thing.