There is a Mingsha Mountain six hundred miles to the east of Xijia City, the mountain is not high, the forest is not deep, but it is very famous, the reason why it is named is because the west side of the hillside is full of fine sand, waiting here at noon, occasionally there will be a sound like thunder through the sand, the world is puzzled, it is said that the thunder god is pressed under this mountain.

The myths and ghost stories circulating in the world, in fact, many of them are also caused by the local phenomenon that is quite difficult to understand, and the sound on Mingsha Mountain does not know the reason, so there is a legend that the thunder god is pressed under this mountain, maybe push forward for thousands of years, just a story of an old man herding sheep casually nonsense.

Will God be crushed under the mountain? Find God first.

Anyway, there is a Taoist temple on the mountain that is not too big, called Fulei Temple, there are more than 30 Taoist people of all sizes in the view, because the fame of Mingsha Mountain is too big, there are many tourists, so the Taoist temple is full of incense.

At this time, the winter rain was urgent, there were no tourists, the Taoist temple simply closed the door, and a group of large and small Taoists gathered together to count the money.

As the most majestic master, it seems that the Taoist in his fifties really has a bit of fairy wind and bones, a foot of white beard, and long hair, even if he sits there without moving, it makes people feel as if he is a person in the clouds.

"You melon peels."

The old Taoist's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to take off his beard: "I have to say a few words to you today, how many years have we been here in Mingsha Mountain?" It's been sixteen years, but you're still as perfunctory as when you first arrived. ”

The fat Taoist who was sitting not far away lowered his head: "How can there be." ”

"Where?"

The old Taoist went up and knocked a pipe on the fat Taoist's head: "Yesterday, when you received pilgrims, you actually dozed off, and the pilgrims asked you how many years you have been in this Fulei Temple, and you opened your mouth and said that it has been more than a thousand years, melon skin, and I have been talking about it for more than two thousand years." ”

The fat Taoist was aggrieved: "It's not that I didn't sleep well all night with diarrhea the night before, so my spirit is really poor, and I don't allow you to take leave." ”

"Who has memorized so many stories except you......"

The old Taoist snorted: "I passed through here when I was doing business, and I saw at a glance that this place can make a lot of money, so I will go back to my hometown to find you, I funded the rebuilding of this abandoned Taoist temple, if not, how can I get so much silver every year?" Pilgrims are generous, that is the food and clothing parents, although we are liars, but we must be literate or not, people have deceived you, you are still perfunctory, do you want to be shameless? You melon peel. ”

Fat Daoren was not convinced: "Then you let others memorize, I want to rest, every day with dozens of people and hundreds of people to tell the story you made up, I am tired of it, you let others do this, I still want to go back to the kitchen......"

The old Taoist raised his hand to knock on his pipe, and when he saw that his pipe had been lit, he didn't have to do it: "Okay, you go back to the back kitchen, others will take your place, but you have to give up the extra share of silver." ”

The fat Taoist thought for a while: "I shouldn't have diarrhea tomorrow." ”

The old Taoist glared at him: "You melon skin, but you said it yourself, see you tomorrow for your perfunctory gold master, I will kick you back to your hometown." ”

The thin man next to him smirked.

The old Taoist kicked him on the ass: "You laugh at a fart, you are also a melon skin, yesterday's pilgrim asked you about the origin of the stone statue at the door, you can't tell it, you can't remember this thing for sixteen years!" ”

"Remembered."

The thin man hurriedly explained: "Then how can you blame me, the problem is different." ”

The old Taoist asked, "Why is it different?" ”

The thin Taoist looked aggrieved: "Every time a pilgrim enters the door and sees a stone statue, he basically asks, who is this stone statue carved?" What year is the carving? There are also stories you have compiled, I will tell the pilgrims that this stone statue is a stone statue of the Taoist patriarch two thousand years ago, and it is here to shock the demon thunder god, do you think I remember it? ”

"Then why did the pilgrims doubt you yesterday?"

"When someone asks me who the statue is and how many years it has been, and he asks me who carved it, how do I answer? I replied that we spent more than 20 taels of silver to hire it

The guy in my village who made stone monuments for the dead carved them? ”

The old Taoist also froze: "This is indeed a loophole, I have been telling you, do our business to do until you learn from the old, you see, if you don't make up for it, there will be loopholes in the future, fatty, you go to check, are there any carving masters two thousand years ago?" ”

The fat Taoist shook his head: "I won't check, it's not easy to check, you make up one." ”

The old Taoist kicked him out: "I'm also blind, how can I find you, you melon skin....... Make one? To compile one is disrespectful to the thousands of years of cultural history of the Central Plains! ”

Fat Daoman: "You're a liar......"

The old Taoist was furious: "I am a moral liar!" ”

The fat Taoist sighed: "I'll check, can't I check?" ”

The little Taoist who was sitting at the door swinging his legs and watching the winter rain outside looked back at the old Taoist: "Grandpa, when will the rain stop?" ”

The old Taoist immediately said: "When there are no outsiders, call me grandpa, and when there are outsiders, call me grandpa." ”

The little Taoist sighed: "What's the difference between dry and wet, it's not all grandpa." ”

The old Taoist thought about it, and it seemed to make some sense.

He finished smoking the shredded tobacco in the pipe, and knocked the cigarette ash on the edge of the kang: "I still say that, we must have discipline and literacy, we are different from those charlatans, can we be the same as them?" They go from place to place to deceive, and we are trying to deceive in this place...... No, no, it's not right, it seems like we're more shameless when I say that. ”

The little Taoist sitting at the door was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he continued to shake his legs, and said in a very low voice: "You melon peel." ”

The old man didn't hear it.

He stood up, straightened up, and cleared his throat.

"We have to be worthy of the incense money given by others, so the story must be rigorous, the attitude must be correct, you can't always talk about liars and liars, you can't feel like liars, you have to feel that you are doing services, pilgrims pay the money, they have to listen to the best stories, you can't even tell a story, what is the big future? Or is it the same sentence, you have to be professional, remember?! ”

Taoists of all sizes stood up: "Remember." ”

At this time, the door of the Taoist temple was slammed, and the Taoist was startled, and he held up an oil-paper umbrella to the door and asked, "Who?" ”

"I'm from Yuehu County in the east, and I'm a Taoist from Zhengyuan Taoist Temple in Yuehu County, if there is something important, you open the door first."

The little Taoist looked back and saw that the old Taoist was hurriedly pasting his beard.

"Wait, I'll be on right away."

The little Taoist waited for the old Taoist to glue his beard and open the wooden door, the Taoist outside was already soaked, and the little Taoist hurriedly leaned over and bowed: "Uncle Shi, what's so urgent?" ”

The Taoist outside looked inside, and after seeing the old Taoist, he also bowed down: "The national teacher Zhenren brought the Dao sword to our Zhengyuan Taoist Temple, saying that the people of the Western Regions may be going to Koubian, and the army of the Western Regions is not prepared, and the imperial court is also unprepared, and the people of the Western Regions may unite at least a dozen countries, including Heiwu and Anxi, the army is huge, and the Western Xinjiang is in danger. ”

The old Taoist was taken aback: "This ......"

The thin Taoist next to him stabbed him, and the old Taoist hurriedly coughed a few times and then said solemnly: "Don't worry, don't dare to disobey the order of the real person, we immediately packed our bags and rushed to the western Xinjiang, the wind and rain are heavy outside, you come in and rest, and change your clothes." ”

"No, I still have to rush to Weihu Temple in Dadan County, please prepare early."

The old Taoist asked the thin Taoist to take ten taels of silver, braved the rain and walked quickly to the door and handed it to the Taoist who sent the message: "To make a coil." ”

The Taoist who conveyed the message was not polite, took it, and bowed again: "The Taoist sect is orthodox, and the world is one family." ”

The old Taoist also leaned over: "

The Taoist door is orthodox, and the world is one family. ”

The Taoist who delivered the message turned around and left in the rain, with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The little Taoist was drenched in the rain and looked at the back of the messenger: "Grandpa, I think you have made up so many stories, they are all good, but they are not as good as that uncle's words about the orthodox world." ”

The old Taoist snorted: "You are a fart Taoist, I am all fake, they are all fake, of course you are also fake." ”

The little Taoist looked down at the Taoist robe on his body, and touched his hand on the Taoist robe: "I want to be real." ”

The old Taoist pulled him back: "Hurry up and pack your things, it's time for a war, can't we go to the western frontier to die...... All of you hurry up and pack up your things, Changzhen, you go to the town to buy a few big cars and come back, in the long run, you go and pack up our treasury and count the silver, Changhe, you go and pack up the things in the incense hall, we still have to take them, and we can use them later......"

Everyone looked at him, but no one moved, and the old Taoist shouted, but he didn't move.

"Grandpa."

The little Taoist pointed to the fat Taoist: "What are you calling him?" ”

"He said that he was true, so he naturally called him Changzhen."

"Grandpa, he's a fake, do you remember his name? The Naga-truth-way number is also made up. ”

The old Taoist froze for a moment, and then was slightly angry: "We are fellow villagers, he is my nephew, of course I know what his name is, his name is ......"

The old Taoist looked at the fat Taoist and was stunned.

The little Taoist pointed to the thin Taoist again: "Grandpa, you call him the Taoist name, do you remember his name?" ”

The old Taoist raised his hand and patted it on the door of his head a few times, and looked at the fat Taoist: "Changzhen, what is your name, you melon skin." ”

The fat Daoist looked at the Thin Daoist, looked at the other Daoists, and then nodded: "My Daoist number is Changzhen." ”

The thin Taoist straightened the waist of the shrimp that had not been straightened for many years: "My Dao number is long-term." ”

The little Taoist took the old Taoist's hand: "Grandpa, my Taoist name is Yongfu." ”

"You ......"

The old Taoist looked at this, looked at that, and sighed: "It's all special and less to come to this set, when I took you out, I promised your family that I would take you back, I took you out to make money, not to send your life, no one is allowed to say it again, hurry up and pack up your things, go back to the township early tomorrow morning, the silver you have earned over the years is enough for you to buy a mansion and buy some fields, we won't pretend to be Taoists to cheat in the future, but this time you must listen to my ...... We are liars, we are not Taoists, and it is time to go home. ”

He let go of the little Taoist's hand: "Don't say anything, hurry up, or you will turn your face, you group of melon skins." ”

Early the next morning, the old Taoist looked at the beard he had pasted for many years in the mirror, thinking that he was going back to his hometown, what kind of beard should he paste? I don't know why, the ghost made a messenger get up in the morning and put his beard up, and he pasted it more upright and more serious than before, he got up, walked to the wall and stretched out his hand to take off the long sword and hang it on his body, thinking that he had to bring a sword on the way back to his hometown, in case he met a bad person, it was the silver that he had cheated after sixteen years of hard work.

When the door was opened, there were more than 30 Taoists of all sizes standing outside the door.

"Lookout!"

Everyone leaned over.

"We're ready."

There were no chariots and horses, and everyone had swords.

The old Taoist's eyes were slightly red, and he scolded: "You group of melon skins." ”

The Taoist laughed and raised the flag he had made overnight.

The Taoist door is orthodox, and the world is one family.

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