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This is an old community, not big, only a few buildings, and there is no property gate, but it is very convenient. The point is that it's still in the heart of the city, so you can take a break from the hustle and bustle.

Huang Haiping's little lover Ah Feng lives here. Whether a man has a clue outside, especially a young and beautiful person, is a sign of status and success. Of course, like the sycophant that Du Zhongshan was looking for, a ** person who has no money, and who still learns from others and has a restaurant waiter, is not among them. His type, to put it elegantly, can only say that he was born a lover, and in the words of a street shrew, he is a dead prostitute.

Huang Haiping is different, when it comes to his position, if anyone doesn't have a good match, they are embarrassed to say hello to others. Of course, everyone knows this, but it's all well hidden. Some of them didn't hide well, they were too ostentatious, and they were all planted in the end. So the lover thing is a high-risk consumer product.

But successful men can't do without.

As a successful veteran, Huang Haiping knows these truths well. He also has a deep understanding of the benefits of a lover. I just had a big deal with Ah Feng again. Ah Feng's song is welcome, so that this somewhat lonely and depressed self finds warmth in the woman again, restores the self-confidence of a man, and restores the domineering of a successful superior. Please baidu нéíуапgě is 

These are not found anywhere else, including the tigress at home. That, how can she know my struggles and hardships outside, how can she be considerate of the bitterness behind the man's scenery.

When it didn't work, I shook my face every day, looked at who and who was who, how capable I was, how was it, you look at you, look at your hanging appearance, fat and stupid, like a big fat goose, stupid, go to bed, can't hold on for three minutes, the old lady found you, it's really blind.

Waiting until Lao Tzu worked hard and developed, this tigress began to look sideways every day, and took care of herself to death, before, because of the little police flower in the office, she actually ran to the city to make a big fuss, and finally the mayor came forward, only to suppress it, and almost got rid of Lao Tzu's official hat. Now the No. 1 leader is not embarrassed or embarrassed by himself, and it is also the root left at that time.

Fuck, did you train Lao Tzu, why did you let this tigress take care of it!

On the one hand, there is an unbearable marriage with the vulgar tigress, and on the other hand, the young and beautiful little lover is bent to greet him, holding himself as if he were the sky, Huang Haiping smacked in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

didn't turn two corners, and arrived at the flower and bird culture street in the old city. Sure enough, it's a good neighborhood in the middle of nowhere, you see this, how good the location is. Huang Haiping secretly admired himself, his vision was really good, and he made a decisive move at that time to buy this house for Ah Feng, which was really worth it.

Alas, if Ah Feng and I are two people, how good it is, you and I are close to each other, and then walk around this flower and bird street in a comfortable way, how pleasant it is.

No one is a straw bale. Back then, Huang Haiping was also a literati with a bit of ink, and he was also a vassal and elegant for literary play with flowers and birds, and he liked it very much.

Relaxed, Huang Hai walked smoothly, today is Saturday, what's the matter, who said that the director of the public security bureau can't go shopping.

Selling flowers, selling grass, jade, porcelain, antiques, and small money, there is everything, but the grade is not high, and they all set up stalls on the ground. Huang Haiping is naturally not interested in these, and the stall picks up leaks, which is now a kind of legend.

He was walking left and right, and a person came over. Huang Haiping didn't look up, he took a step to the left, wanting to get out of the way, but who knew that by coincidence, the man also took a step to the side, and also wanted him to be opposite. Huang Haiping took a step to the right, and by coincidence, the man wanted to go again.

Deliberately find fault, Huang Haiping's small eyes were horizontal, and he looked up and was about to go crazy, but he saw an old man, with a small head, bright eyes, and a mustache on his lips, which went straight into the corners of his mouth. In his left hand, he holds a bamboo pole that is not tall, and there is an apricot yellow flag on it, with four words on it: Penglai Jushi. A vertical line of small characters next to it: Carry forward Zhou Yi, seek good fortune and avoid evil.

It seems that it is a coincidence that you meet a particular person, the old man smiled, "Donor, you really have a good fate." ”

Shandong accent.

Huang Haiping looked at it and saw that this was a fortune teller. Look at the old man again, well, how is it a little familiar, but looking at the extraordinary, a little bone-like, it looks like a half-immortal, not like a god stick who sets up a stall.

The old man's Shandong accent didn't understand very well, Huang Haiping just heard that there was a "mountain edge", there was a fart mountain edge, Lao Tzu was Haiping, and it was almost the same as a water edge. Suddenly, I was stunned, my mind was flying, isn't it, I do have a mountain edge, you see, I am standing on Lu Yishan's team, my opponent, Lin Pingshan, doesn't there be a mountain edge, that is, moving mountains and reclamation, fuck, is Lin Pingshan going to move Lu Yishan to fill his own sea, this color is not very good.

As he was thinking, the old man reached out and pulled out a large book with a bright yellow cover from the blanket on his shoulder.

"Lord Shi, you see, we were originally passing by in a hurry, but you have a great good fate, but you don't pass by my side, it's all providence."

There is a saying that the more officials are, the more superstitious they are. Huang Haiping involuntarily followed the old man to a bench next to him.

The old man leaned the flag up and opened the yellow book. The first one is a letter of introduction, with a large chapter clearly stuck.

"The donor, in the next is the monk of Yingtai Temple in Penglai Xianshan, who was ordered by the presiding brother to travel all over the world, promote Buddhism, and build a temple with a fate."

"Penglai Xianshan Yingtai Temple? Traveling? "It's no wonder that I have to know myself, the famous director of public security, and I dare to be a nephew from other places.

Huang Hai grinned and asked, "The abbot of Yingtai Temple, but the great monk of Yuanzhen." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, "What, donor, do you know our senior brother?" ”

Huang Haiping smiled, "I don't dare to know, I once went to your temple to offer incense, and Allah is indeed repairing the temple, and I also donated some good karma at that time, so I also have to meet the host master." The master has to have a ...... this year"

"Oh, the presiding senior brother is seventy-seven years old this year, and he is still in good health, chanting day and night." The old man bowed.

Huang Haiping put his mind at ease, he naturally knew how old this Yuanzhen Great Monk was, but he was just deliberately tempting. I looked through the letter of introduction and believed it in my heart. is still the same sentence, the more officials are superstitious. Huang Haiping is naturally no exception, almost all the temples in the country, he has been to incense and worship the Buddha, including this Yingtai Temple, the temple is not big, but it is said that this Master Yuanzhen has a very high cultivation, and he also donated a lot at that time.

It's this old man who walks the streets, and if he can be a real junior brother, he should also be a master.

The old man saw the doubts on Huang Haiping's fat face, and smiled slightly, "Master said that my six roots are difficult to purify, and it is not suitable to escape into Buddhism, so I can only be a layman, and it is precisely because of this that it is convenient to walk, so my senior brother let me travel all over the world and build a temple, which also enhances my comprehension and cultivation of Zhou Yi." ”

"Why does the monk still study Zhou Yi?" Huang Haiping was puzzled, "Buddhism and Taoism, don't you understand what Journey to the West says?" The old man explained in an easy-to-understand manner.

Huang Haiping nodded, reached out and took out a stack of large tickets, pointed out ten, and sandwiched them in the notebook. The old man was very excited, it was the first time he was so bold. Hurriedly took out the pen, "Donor, please leave the surname of Gao, and engrave it on the good fate tablet in front of the temple in the future." ”

Huang Haiping didn't answer, took out his Montblanc signature pen from his arms, groaned for a while, and wrote two words on the open book: Haiping.

Hi, Hi wrote a name. I don't know, I think it's the head of the palace in the early Qing Dynasty, that is, the descendant of Wei Xiaobao's palace master Hai Dafu.

The old man put back the notebook and thanked him again and again, thanking the donor for making a good relationship again. Huang Haiping is also very happy, sometimes you have to spend money, don't spend it, and sometimes he is also panicked. You are like Huang Haiping, you have someone to eat, drink and have fun, you can't spend the money in your hand, after a long time, he is not happy, like constipation, suffocating, and has no pleasure of consumption.

The most is the pleasure of throwing out a stack of banknotes with his hand raised.

"Donor, send you a word." Huang Haiping got a good relationship and was about to leave, but the old man stared at him and didn't move, and said a word.

"The purple micro star moves, the main palace is dim, and the donor is good for himself."

After the old man finished speaking inexplicably, he picked up the bamboo pole and left.

Huang Hai stood flat in place and touched it for a long time. "Hey, master, master......" hurriedly started and followed.

In the leeward part of the small amusement park on the corner of the street, on the grass, the old man sat cross-legged, and Huang Haiping squatted there. When it was noon, they all went back to their houses to eat, but there was no one.

"Master, you should give me some pointers." Huang Haiping said sincerely.

"Wet master, the stars of the main palace in this mud section are dark, and the guest stars are more and more, and it is not smooth."

Huang Haiping nodded.

"The mud is very tiring." The old man came to say.

Huang Haiping clapped his hands, master, the mud is too virtuous!

Isn't it tired, not embarrassed, the future is unknown, the heart is tired, and another, for fear that something will happen, and his wealth is worried about where to put it, how to hide it safely. It's okay to have a good wife at home, that tigress, hand it over to her, I don't know when I sell myself, she already has a lot of handles in her hands, she can't give it to him anymore, where to hide, alas, under the bed, under the floor, renting a house, these have been used for a long time, how can it be safe, it is indeed tired.

The old man's words aroused Huang Haiping's great resonance.

"Mud this, house flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers?" The old man suddenly said again.

Oops, Master, Muddy Snow's Ty. Huang Haiping resonated again, and the mud and shrimp were all pinched. But I couldn't get excited, so I had to nod my head affectionately.

"Well, a successful man, three wives and four concubines are deserved, since ancient times, that emperor will not be as beautiful as the harem." The old man was reassured.

"Niguang has a good fate, so, you wildflower, it's very good. The family flowers are not beautiful, and the guest stars are too prosperous. ”

Huang Haiping felt the same way, and the master of intuition had only a few words, but every word poked into his heart.

But it's unrealistic to leave, this dominatrix will definitely not be happy, and he will have to make trouble, and he will not be able to overturn the car. There is also a son, who is his own blood and bones, and he is reluctant.

"You don't have to worry too much, the guest star will go with her." The old man squinted his eyes and began to pinch his fingers, and finally pointed to the southeast, "You are in this direction, and you have nobles to help." The mud is relieved. It is better to be at home, in this position, and ask for a bodhisattva. ”

Huang Haiping took a look, hey, this direction, isn't this exactly where Ah Feng lives, I said, as soon as I came to Ah Feng, I was cool and crooked, relaxed and happy, it turned out that Ah Feng was my nobleman.

"Okay, wet master, that's all there is to say, it's not beautiful if there are more." The old man got up to leave.

Huang Haiping hurriedly took out two large tickets and stuffed them into the old man's coat, "A little heart, a little heart, give the master lunch lunch." ”

The master laughed twice, stopped talking, and turned to leave.

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