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Chapter 421: Li Buyi

The carriage rushed towards the outside of the capital on the official road.

About half an hour or so I arrived at the range of Sanqingguan.

It's really like Zhu Run said, I don't know how Li Buyi's ability is, but this name is quite loud, and I know the specific location after a little inquiry.

However, Liu Dashao and Liu Song followed the guidance of the local people and searched for an hour or so, but they did not find any traces of Taoism, let alone Taoism, and they did not even see a house.

"Liu Song, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? How can there be a Taoist temple here? It's a barren land with no one at all. ”

Liu Dashao looked up at the valley where he could only hear the birds, his eyes were about to cry, and he didn't find any trace of Taoism.

"Young master, Xiao Song is definitely not wrong, following this road to three miles is Sanqingguan, and he has indeed walked three miles."

"Then you tell me where the Taoist temple is, and can it still be in the sky?"

Looking at the angry young master Liu Song, he was also puzzled, and looked at the empty valley a little confused.

"Hey, look at the little widow's big white legs, roar, look at the little daughter-in-law's cherry mouth, big white legs and cherry mouth, roar........"

Liu Dashao and the others looked at the voice.

On the narrow path between them, a middle-aged man about fifty or sixty years old was walking towards him.

The middle-aged man is not trim, his clothes are ragged and he can't see his original appearance, and his hair is fluffy like a chicken coop, which is sloppy to the extreme.

It's not nice to say that even the beggars in the capital are cleaner than this person, but such a dressed guy has a ruddy and shiny complexion, and he is as well maintained as a twenty-eight beauty.

In addition to the clean face of the whole body, middle-aged people can be said to have no normal appearance.

Behind him was a bamboo basket with a sickle in it that exposed the wooden handle, and he was holding an old ox in his hand and walking slowly.

"Hey, look at the person who is taking a bath, hanging a plump big xx, hey, look at the old nun on the mountain........."

Far-sighted, middle-aged people step on a chaotic pace, but there is a strange sense of beauty, obviously absurd, but pleasing to the eye.

Especially the out-of-tune meat words in the mouth make people feel speechless.

"Yo, who are you? What are you doing here? ”

The person who came stopped, looked at Liu Dashao and the two were stunned for a moment, scratched the crotch of his pants with his left hand and then buttoned his nostrils again, and Liu Dashao and the others were stunned.

"I ask you, who are you, and what are you doing in the barren mountains and mountains?"

Liu Dashao returned to his senses and punched back: "The kid is from the capital, dare to ask Mr. Is there a Sanqing Temple here?" ”

"Yo, it's quite polite, Sanqingguan! Wow, isn't that it? Where is the plaque hanging, can't you see? The person who came slammed at Nunu behind Liu Dashao.

Liu Dashao turned around in surprise and looked at it, there was still nothing, and there was no Sanqingguan at all.

"Sir, I'm not joking, how can there be a plaque of Sanqingguan here."

"It's a pity that I'm blind at a young age." The person who came shook his head and led the ox to walk behind Liu Dashao, and stopped under a big tree: "Isn't this a plaque?" ”

"Huh?" Liu Dashao followed the fingers of the visitor, and there was a half-foot-sized dilapidated wooden board hanging on a burly tree in between, and the weather-beaten wooden board was already rotten, and it was impossible to see the original appearance at all.

A breeze blew, and the planks shook and slid a little, barely hanging from the trees.

"Hey, it's just been repaired, why did it fall off again, it's really a profiteer."

The corners of Liu Dashao's mouth twitched and walked forward, and he finally saw the blurred handwriting on the wooden board.

The handwriting of Sanqingguan has been eroded by wind and rain and has become Erqingjian.

Liu Dashao scratched his head in a tangled way, can this kind of fortune telling be reliable?

"Sir, where is Sanqingguan?"

"Follow me."

The person who came led the scalper walked dozens of steps and stopped: "Na, Sanqingguan." ”

Liu Dashao's mouth opened slightly, looking at Sanqingguan, who was half shorter than the village land temple on the ground, he didn't even bend his legs high, and he couldn't see which god was enshrined in it without bending down to look closely.

Is this the Three Clears? Isn't this just a scum-on house?

"You haven't said what you're here for?"

The person who came tied the reins in his hand to the tree and looked at Liu Dashao indifferently.

"It's time to find Mr. Li, a god, to tell your fortune, but now I think it's better to forget it."

"Oh, come to fortune telling, Poor Dao still thinks you are here to ask for accounts, if you are lucky telling, you are late, Poor Dao's trigrams this year have been calculated."

"Poor Dao? Mr. is Li Buyi? ”

Li Buyi looked at the surprised Liu Dashao and looked himself up and down: "Isn't it like?" Poor fairy wind bones, crane hair and childish face, clothes fluttering like an immortal descending into the world, why can't it be Li Buyi? The teacher of the nunnery next door wants to think about the double cultivation of the poor road for decades, and the poor road has not agreed, how can the poor road be such a casual person, and he is still looking for the double cultivation of the poor road at the age of sixty, are you kidding? It's her little apprentice who is okay, he is twenty-eight years old, he looks like a flower and a moon, and his skin is .........."

"Wait........ Mr. Kid suddenly remembered that there was still soup at home, and he would come back next time. ”

"Wait, where did you bring the hexagram money?"

I don't know what's going on, Li Buyi suddenly appeared in front of Liu Dashao and blocked the way, like a ghost.

Liu Dashao was stunned for a moment, looking at Li Buyi who suddenly appeared, his heart was cold, is this speed human?

Swallowed his saliva quietly: "Sir, the kid has not ever counted hexagrams, how can he pay hexagrams?" ”

A gust of wind hit, Liu Dashao only felt that it was dark in front of him, Li Buyi held the wooden sign in his hand and pointed at Liu Dashao: "See, the price is clearly marked Tong Suo is not bullied, and you will get ten taels of silver when you enter the valley." ”

"You....... You.......... Where's it here. ”

Liu Dashao looked at Li Buyi in horror, and then looked at the big tree dozens of steps away from him, what happened.

"What you, you, me, and mine, take the money."

"Okay, good, give money, give money immediately."

Liu Dashao hurriedly took out a hundred taels of silver tickets, he wouldn't have entered any strange place.

"I can't find it."

"Don't look for it, boy farewell."

"No, as much as you say, you can't do anything, you can't do more. To say ten taels of silver is ten taels of silver. ”

"Okay, sir, wait a minute."

Liu Dashao, who has the habit of carrying broken silver, searched all over his body this time and did not find ten taels of silver, Liu Dashao shouted at Liu Song in a panic: "Liu Song, have you brought broken silver?" ”

After a while, Liu Song shouted, "Young master, I went out in a hurry and didn't bring any broken silver." ”

"This, sir, the boy really didn't have any broken silver, why don't you take a hundred taels of silver? The kid doesn't mind. ”

Li Buyi jumped up angrily: "You don't mind the poor Dao, charge you a hundred taels, you want the poor Dao to thunder and can't split." ”

"What does the gentleman want to do?"

Li Buyi clasped his nostrils and wandered: "In this way, you can offset the story of ten taels of silver to Poor Dao." ”

"Storytelling?"

"That's right, but there's a premise you have to listen to."

"Sir, please say, boy, try to be satisfied."

"It has to be the kind of story about a man and a woman, or you can send a book of that kind to pay off your debts."

"Huh?"

"Ah what, don't talk about it, don't talk about it, don't talk about it, I killed you."

"Boy, think about it, think about it, think about it."

"Yes, sir, the boy will tell you a white story."