It is not so much a Taoist temple as the exact point of a Taoist temple, because this Taoist temple has only a small room, but a separate courtyard.

Yang Jiekai approached and looked at it, found that the door was not locked, and after calling a few times and no one answered, he squeaked open the old door that had fallen into disrepair.

When entering the door, a small courtyard, the area is not large, only half a basketball court wide, but it is cleanly maintained, what makes Yang Jiekai a little puzzled is that on a stone table in the center of the courtyard, there is a purple clay pot, next to the purple clay pot has been poured a small cup of tea, still steaming white, at first glance it is just collapsed.

Although separated by a distance, Yang Jiekai could still smell the fragrance of tea soup, and couldn't help but feel a little thirsty.

"Anyone?" Yang Jiekai shouted at the closed door of the inner room, and after still no response, Yang Jiekai shouted again, "Is there anyone?" If there is no one, I can drink this tea! ”

After finishing speaking, he still didn't hear the movement, so he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, sat on the stone bench and took a sip of the teacup, and suddenly felt a warm flow down his throat and refreshed his spleen, and his mouth was full of a strange fragrance, even Yang Jiekai, who didn't taste tea much, couldn't help but praise, "Good tea!" ”

After taking a few sips, Yang Jiekai couldn't wait to pick up the purple clay pot and pour a second cup, this time he didn't have much patience, he picked up the cup and didn't blow it, and drank it up.

"Drinking tea is the same as being a person, you have to taste it slowly, like a donor, I'm afraid it will be difficult to taste it." At this moment, an old but energetic voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Who!" Yang Jiekai's face froze, and he turned around violently, his ear power has always been excellent, not to mention that this voice is less than three meters away from him, even if there is some movement more than ten meters away, it is difficult to hide Yang Jiekai's ears, so Yang Jiekai suddenly became nervous.

Looking back, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because the appearance of the person who came had nothing to do with the vicious bad guy.

A set of washed white robes with a few patches, a pair of worn cloth shoes, a slightly clumsy body, and a bundle of firewood on his back, more like an old farmer in the mountains.

"Donor, are you still used to drinking this tea?" The old Taoist priest didn't look at Yang Jiekai, and put the bundle of firewood in a corner of the courtyard by himself, and then walked slowly towards Yang Jiekai.

"This ...... This is your house......" Yang Jiekai was still holding a teacup in his hand, his face was embarrassed, and he hurriedly defended, "Actually, I just happened to pass by, so I came over to take a look, and no one answered me after a few calls, I happened to be a little thirsty, so I couldn't help but drink your tea, but you don't have to worry, I will definitely give you the tea money, a cup of tea in the teahouse costs ten yuan, I will give you eleven yuan, I can't let you lose money." ”

Although the old Taoist priest is not the fairy-style Dao bone with white hair like in film and television works, his face still looks a little fierce, he is born with yellow muscles and thin muscles, and he looks like an old farmer in the field, but his smile is extraordinarily kind, sitting on the stone bench opposite Yang Jiekai and laughing, "The donor is not more panicked, this tea is prepared for the donor." ”

Yang Jiekai frowned, "You know I'm coming?" ”

The old Taoist priest didn't pay attention to Yang Jiekai's surprise, and after pouring a cup of tea for himself unhurriedly, he smiled and said, "Acquaintance is fate, since God arranged for the old man and the donor to meet today, the old man will not let the donor go in vain." ”

said, and said to Yang Jiekai, "Can the donor report his birthday and let the old man take a look?" ”

Yang Jiekai was stunned, and then he laughed secretly in his heart, so he had been making a fortune for so long, it turned out to be an old guy who set up a stall to tell fortunes and cheat money!

But he didn't expose it on the spot, anyway, he was bored, so it was better to have some fun, Yang Jiekai had no taboos in this regard, so he quietly and truthfully reported the eight characters of his birth that the instructor told him, and pretended to be pious.

Lao Dao's memory doesn't seem to be very good, and the simple birthday eight characters actually took out an old yellow paper and a fountain pen that looked at some years from his body and wrote it seriously, looking at the eight characters of his birthday written on the paper, Lao Dao's face that was originally still smiling kindly gradually solidified.

Load, keep loading! Yang Jiekai smiled secretly in his heart, guessing that Lao Dao would definitely say something to himself next, and then let himself obediently pay money to eliminate the disaster, this kind of charlatan Yang Jiekai is too familiar, the mercenary world is mixed, and while performing various tasks, it is inevitable to deal with all kinds of characters, and charlatans are one of them.

After staring for a moment, Lao Dao's brows gradually locked, and then he dipped his long nails in tea soup with tea soup and drew some messy patterns and lines on the stone table.

This liar is quite professional! Yang Jiekai continued to smile secretly in his heart, Yang Jiekai, who had some understanding of ancient Chinese culture, could see at a glance that the pattern drawn by Lao Dao was roughly the outline of Tai Chi, but the upper side was punctuated and entangled with some strange textures, which was much more complicated than ordinary Tai Chi patterns.

After doing all this, Lao Dao raised his head violently, and his two cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, staring at Yang Jiekai's eyes.

Yang Jiekai's heart tightened for no reason, and under the gaze of the old way, he actually felt a chill rise up his spine!

Even if he had faced dozens of long and short cannons or poisonous snakes and beasts in the swamp, countless times on the line of life and death, Yang Jiekai had never felt this way, it was an instinctive fear of a creature being stared at by a natural enemy stronger than him!

Yang Jiekai forcibly suppressed this emotion that should never be there, his face was as calm as water, and he stared at the old way, every cell in his body entered the most sensitive state of alert, as long as the other party moved a little, he would use all his strength to launch a sharp blow!

After half a ring, Lao Dao's gaze gradually regained its softness, and Yang Jiekai also breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Let's go, young man, for the sake of you and me, the poor road will send you four words, with good thoughts, you must remember these four words firmly no matter what the circumstances, otherwise you will be burned." After finishing speaking, Lao Dao slowly got up, returned to the appearance of an ordinary old farmer in the field, turned around and walked inside.

"Master, please give me some advice!" At this time, Yang Jiekai no longer thought that this old man was just a charlatan, and he already had an incomprehensible secret, so he hurriedly asked.

Lao Dao was slightly stunned, but Ren Ran said lightly without looking back, "The heavenly machine must not be leaked, and the bell must be tied to the bell, if the donor is interested, you can go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Anhai Temple to have a look, and you may be able to find something you want to know there." After finishing speaking, he ignored Yang Jiekai, who was about to open his mouth and wanted to say something, walked straight to the back of the room, and squeaked the door shut.

Yang Jiekai was stunned in place, and after half a sound, he let out a long sigh, took out a hundred yuan from his body and put it on the stone table, and shouted inside, "Master, I put the fortune-telling money and tea money here, I'm leaving, and I'll come back to you in the future." After speaking, he also sighed and walked out of the courtyard gate.

In the Taoist temple, there is only a dilapidated case, a chair and a small bed, but they are neatly organized.

In the center is a piece of green cloth that looks like a wooden box.

The old man knelt respectfully on the futon in front of the wooden box, and after three kowtows with a pious face, he slowly got up, carefully uncovered the green cloth curtain that he didn't know how long it hadn't been opened, and gently picked up the vermilion narrow wooden box under the cloth curtain with both hands, and by the dim light in the room, a thin layer of blue light reflected on the surface of the wooden box.

Lao Dao sighed heavily, carefully stroking the wooden box, and sighed, "Qingyun Sword, I hope I won't have a chance to let you out of the sheath again in this life......"

After coming out of the Taoist temple, Yang Jiekai was preoccupied, his head was numb, and all kinds of cumbersome thoughts echoed in his mind, although it had just happened, Yang Jiekai still felt like a dream, but he clearly remembered the three words "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".

"Brother-in-law, aren't you waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain? What's the matter, I miss my sister after only a while! Han Wei looked at Yang Jiekai walking by in a hurry, and she couldn't help but joke after worshipping a Buddha statue.

"Buddhism is pure, don't talk nonsense!" Han Ning saw that her sister was joking with herself again, and she couldn't help frowning lightly and whispering angrily.

"Shut up!" Yang Jiekai actually replied solemnly, and left in a hurry after finishing speaking.

Han Wei opened her mouth, looked at Yang Jiekai's departing back, and then looked at Han Ning, who glanced at her face to the side, grabbed Wang Ma and said coquettishly, "Wang Ma, look at my sister, she bullied me with her brother-in-law so soon......"

To say that this Anhai Temple is really big, not only big, but also the road turns left and right, there are many forks, the temple and the temple are full of vermilion high walls, so that Yang Jiekai, who has a good sense of direction, almost got lost, and then found a sweeping monk and asked about it, and finally found the location of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The scripture pavilion here is not as mysterious as martial arts novels, and the rows of bookcases stacked with all kinds of ancient books and scriptures are open, and the bookcase lattice is also labeled with the price, more like a bookstore.

After Yang Jiekai took a turn inside, he found that in addition to the scriptures or scriptures, except for the books related to the Buddha or the books related to the Buddha, it didn't look like what he wanted, and he secretly regretted that he didn't ask the old Taoist carefully just now.

Seeing Yang Jiekai's face hurrying and sneakily wandering around several rows of bookcases, a little monk who was in charge of guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion took the initiative to come over.

"Amitabha, I don't know what kind of book the donor is looking for." The little monk folded his hands and asked politely.

Yang Jiekai frowned, but he didn't know how to answer, because he didn't know what he was looking for.

Seeing Yang Jiekai's expression, the little monk thought for a while and said with a smile, "These are Buddhist classics, and donors can choose at will." ”

Yang Jiekai frowned and said, "Is that all?" ”

The little monk was stunned for a moment and said, "There are still some ancient books hidden in this scripture pavilion, but the bookcase is too small and has not been put out. ”

Yang Jiekai's eyes lit up, "Take me to see!" ”