A group of old men heard that the vendor had a gift to give, so they spoke one after another: "Niu Dao Chang is polite, Niu Dao Chief, please take a seat first!" ”

Wang Lao Dao Chang waved his hand and asked the hawker to go over, "Dabao, these are the pillars of my Daomen, and if you have something to do in the future, you will discuss it with these old things, although everyone belongs to the same sect, but they are all for the development of my Daomen, so don't hide anything, you know?" ”

The hawker and the group of old men below all agreed, it seems that the face of the old Taoist Wang is big enough, after the end, Senior Brother Ma stood up and pointed to the hawker to introduce them one by one, "This is the Qihui junior brother of the Zongshengguan, this is Fu Renjun, Li Zhongqing, Liu Jinxi..." ”

The hawker decided that since he couldn't figure out what the rules of the Daomen at this time were, he would follow his own rules and directly take the rules on the wine table in later generations, no matter what the gift is, as long as it is a good gift, no one blames it, and sure enough, this group of old men saw that this product was so bold and also picked up the wine glass and filled it with "Senior Brother Niu is polite, only since you came, this Chang'an City is talking about my Taoist sect out of a fairy-like character, bringing them a lot of benefits, and now all the Taoist temples are flourishing with incense, all thanks to Senior Brother Niu, I also toast Senior Brother Niu with a glass!" ”

Seeing that the other party was a half-grown old man, the vendor quickly stood up, "Oh, senior brother has praised it, come, cheers!" ”

The other party finished it in one gulp, put down the cup and said, "Hehe, I guess Dabao, you don't know it yourself, last night's beating in the Prince's Mansion is now known to all Chang'an, and the opinion of our big guy is that you can shoot this thing in the future, I won't fight when I'm old, it's all up to Senior Brother Niu, you young people!" ”

....The peddler didn't expect the Taoist priest at this time, and directly said that he let go of his hands, and he was not afraid of making a big fuss, but this one we liked, the most hated person in his life, you said that you have to have some ability to talk at home, I serve, what do you eat, what do you don't have, what do you don't want, and the bare mouth is good for eggs.

"Hehe, it's all up to Senior Brother, but in the future, I have to rely on your senior brothers about the fighting method, I know six of the seven tricks for the scriptures or something, and I don't know anything!" After saying this, the peddler himself felt blushing, and until now, he couldn't tell whether the Tao Te Ching was written by Lao Tzu or Zhuangzi, and it was a shame to say it!

"Senior brother is modest, last night the junior brother wrote dozens of poems in one breath at the prince's banquet, each of which is a good sentence handed down from generation to generation, now Man Chang'an doesn't know how many literati are preaching, and I heard that the junior brother is more proficient in the miscellaneous studies of Taoism, I don't know if I can discuss one or two?" It was Fu Renjun who spoke, and the peddler had to be called senior brother according to his seniority.

"Senior Brother Fu is serious, as long as you want to know, I must know everything, everyone can get together for a goal, only my Daomen colleagues can work together to carry forward my Daomen, prosper my Tang Dynasty, and trample everything under the feet of Confucianism, bald donkey!"

"Yes, what Senior Brother said is right, a group of bald evil rings, it is a complete waste of food to keep the gossip, I have long said that I want to ban it, but now I can't be ruthless, I hope Senior Brother Niu can help me fulfill my wish!"

"What Senior Brother Fu said is that the reason why I came here this time to bring so many miscellaneous things is to let the above see that my Dao Sect is not only outstanding in doctrine, but also superior in enriching the country and strengthening the army, I think I will be able to see which one is important with the future emperor's mind to expand the territory!"

"Speaking of which, junior brother has brought the above strange things again this time, let me wait to open my eyes, what is that other black box on your waist?" Finally, someone saw the other walkie-talkie on the hawker's waist, and Lao Yuan was carrying it in his arms, but they didn't see it.

"A little gadget, today Lao Yuan looked for me to run most of the time in Chang'an City to find me in order to report a message, I look strange and tired, just get two of these things, as long as I am in Chang'an in the future, I can contact at any time, no need to run around! Check it out! As he spoke, the vendor handed the walkie-talkie to Senior Brother Ma.

After Senior Brother Ma took it, he took it in his hand and played, "Dabao, how do you use this thing?" Senior brother really can't see it, so you can tell us all about it! The old men all sat down and looked at the vendors in silence.

"Okay, Lao Yuan, you go to the gate, I'll show you this thing!"

"Well, okay uncle!" After saying that, Lao Yuan ran out, and it didn't take long for the walkie-talkie to send the message that Lao Yuan and I had arrived, and when I heard Lao Yuan's voice from this small black box, a group of old men were even more surprised, after all, the things brought by the hawkers in the past were used in daily life, but this guy who transmitted the sound was the first time to see it.

"Then you ask him to tell me who is at the door today!" Senior Brother Ma was uncertain about a question, the peddler hurriedly asked Lao Yuan, and after a while, Lao Yuan replied that it was Yang Xiaobao, Senior Brother Ma turned his head to look at Senior Brother Liu, presumably he was in charge of this matter, Senior Brother Liu nodded.

Coax... A group of old men blew up the pot, these people have practiced all their lives in the hope of one day to become immortals, what can become immortals, travel thousands of miles a day, thousands of miles of sound transmission These are the standard configuration of immortals, and now they can see this magical thing in the mortal world, how can they not be tempted, so the walkie-talkies brought by the hawker to prepare for several senior brothers were pulled out, and a group of old men picked it up and asked and began to play with it.

The hawker didn't know about the later things, anyway, when he saw Li Chunfeng the next day, he found that these were all panda eyes, "Chunfeng, you don't have to teach that kid so hard, this is a night without sleep?" “

"Uncle Shi, it's true that I haven't slept all night, but it's not to teach that kid, it's really that you are too excited for a group of old Taoist elders here in Xuanduguan, the walkie-talkie is all chattering all night, so noisy that the hawker can't sleep, I want to turn it off, and I'm afraid that if something happens, it will be troublesome, so that's why it's like this!"

In the morning, Lao Yuan dragged the hawker out of the bed, although it was summer in the Tang Dynasty, but the environment in the Taoist temple was too good, the room where he lived was under a big tree, and he slept in the shade at night, much cooler than turning on the air conditioner, which was suddenly woken up, and he lay on the bed with a sound, which scared Lao Yuan, "What time is Lao Yuan, what are you calling me for?" “

"Uncle Shi, hurry up and get up, the other uncles didn't sleep last night, this will be ready for the Fa, just waiting for you!"

Damn, these old guys can really resist, they can drink so much wine and still not sleep all night, and then get up and do it, and serve you, "Okay, you go out first, I'll change my clothes!" “

After that, Lao Yuan pulled the hawker to the front yard, a group of old men were sitting cross-legged on the main hall, chanting scriptures in their mouths, and nodded when they saw this goods coming, and the hawkers did not dare to go over to disturb, and pulled Lao Yuan to find an open space in the corner to sit down, and Lao Yuan sat down and followed the chatter, the hawker would not, so he had to put his hands on his knees and close his eyes and chant to make a show.

PS "It's not easy to send a book in the middle of the night, just give a ticket!"