Comrade Lao Niu stayed in Chang'an for a few days and enjoyed the benefits of the eunuch's house, and then he was sent back to the countryside by the peddlers!

Parents are not there, the hawker can finally have fun, Li Yue'er, who is at home without her parents-in-law, also accompanied the hawker to go crazy, the clouds and rain passed, the two hugged each other and slept, and the hawker patted Li Yue'er on the back "Thank you"

Li Yue'er hammered the peddler, "If you can say this, even if I don't see the wrong person, go to sleep"

The vendor couldn't sleep, and hugged Li Yue'er tightly, "I'm really afraid that one day I will wake up and find that I just had a dream, in case you are gone, what can I do"

Li Yue'er covered the hawker's mouth, "Don't say this, now you are not alone, there are eight people in the family and parents, these people are all looking at you"

"Well, okay, listen to my wife, wife, I still want to"

Li Yue'er pinched the hawker, "Then don't toss me, go next door" After speaking, she kicked the hawker out of bed, and the helpless hawker covered the key point, went over to knock on Hongjun's door, didn't knock open, turned around and went downstairs, Siqin happened to come out to drink water, the hawker didn't say a word, copied it and left. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next day I woke up the hawker pulled away the four arms that were pressed on his body, because the eight daughters-in-law couldn't separate the days, so except for Li Yueer and Xie Hongjun who could enjoy the hawker's supreme VIP single service, the other six people were a combination of twos and twos, although they were a little tired, but the hawker held a red heart for the customer's mentality, and tried to wait for everyone to be satisfied, which is the biggest responsibility of a husband!

Feeling the soreness of his waist, the hawker pillowed his head and lived comfortably day after day, how good it would be if it was like this every day, but the sudden bad news made the hawker unable to calm down.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi....."

"What's wrong, what's going on?" The peddler looked at Wang and Liang, who stumbled in front of him, "You slow down, what's going on?" ”

Wang and Liang wiped their tears and cried, "Uncle Shi, go and have a look, Master Tai... Master Tai, he's dying."

"What?" The vendor who was eating melons jumped to the ceiling, and after falling, he didn't care about any neatly dressed, wearing flip-flop home clothes, and the van didn't drive, pulled the big motorcycle out of the garage, kicked it, and ran towards Zhongnanshan like an arrow.

Along the way, the hawkers flew and swayed, scaring passers-by, and he couldn't care about anything else at this time, and silently thought in his heart that Wang Yuanzhi must hold on, he must hold on, because the hawkers don't know that Wang Yuanzhi is gone, who can resist the banner of the leader of the Daomen!

I definitely can't, although my reputation in the eyes of the people is okay, but the indiscretion in private life is a big criticism, so if Yuan Tiangang is allowed to resist the banner, Lao Yuan's qualifications are a little lower, and I am afraid that I will not be able to convince the public if I am forced to take the position, and it will be difficult to do!

The motorcycle went all the way to Zhongnan Mountain, Wang Yuanzhi had been carried from the retreat cave to a guest room, hearing the movement of the motorcycle, the people in the yard hurriedly made way for a road, and the peddler threw the motorcycle to the side of the road and ran directly in!

When I entered the house, I saw a large group of people surrounding the old man, all with sadness on their faces, and the hawker threw himself in front of the old man's bed, "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?"

The peddler called for a long time, and Wang Yuanzhi, who was lying on the bed like gold paper, slowly opened his eyes, and looked carefully with cloudy eyes for a while, "It's Dabao, you're here, help me up"

"Hey" The peddler beckoned a few people to come over and help the old man lean against the head of the bed, and put two pillows behind him, and after the old man sat up, he coughed a few times.

"Ahem... "Uncle Shi, are you okay?" ”

The old man shook his head slowly, "No, my body can't hold it"

The hawker's tears came down at that time, in the Tang Dynasty, if you want to say who can cover yourself the most, the first choice is the old Taoist, Li Er has to stand aside, the two are just a cooperative relationship, the hawker is afraid that Li Er will turn his face one day, Li Er is afraid of the gods, and pull each other's pigtails, but only the old Taoist is wholeheartedly covering himself, if there is no old Taoist, how can the Taoist priests below listen to themselves so much.

The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed the peddler's hand, "Dabao, I'm afraid Uncle Shi's body won't last a few days, but don't be too sad, Uncle Shi has lived for more than one hundred and twenty years this year, and I have lived a long time since Peng Zu, it's time to meet Daozu."

The peddler shook his head vigorously, "No, Uncle Shi, you are a good man, and you will definitely live for another hundred years."

The old man had a smile on his face, "Silly boy, you are a monster when you are an uncle, you can't live."

"No, you will definitely be able to live, you wait, I will take you to the hospital for a check-up, no matter how much money you spend, I must also renew my uncle's life"

The old Taoist waved his hand, "Forget it, you can keep the Glorious Dao Gate for the money, and besides, Uncle Shi knows that you are cutting out your heart and bones when you see a doctor over there, and Uncle Shi's old bones can't stand this toss."

"Then I'll go and ask the immortals, let the immortals give you a new life, you wait, I'll call Lao Huang"

"No need, last time you took me to see Shangxian, Shangxian had already vaguely mentioned me"

Hearing that the immortal had given the old Taoist a death notice, the vendor completely collapsed, "Uncle Shi....."

"Don't cry, while Uncle Shi still has a breath, I'll explain some things"

"Uncle Shi, you say, I'll listen."

The old Taoist took a breath, "After I leave, Xu Daomiao will be responsible for the affairs of Daomen, he is also qualified enough, and he can be regarded as the proud protégé of his uncle, with him taking care of Daomen, everyone will give me a face, so that someone can worry about it"

The peddler nodded vigorously, "Well, it's all up to your uncle."

"Secondly, Uncle Shi please, no matter what winds and waves you encounter in the future, you must ensure that the incense of our Daomen continues, if someone covets Daomen, Uncle Shi wants you to support Daomen, can you do it?"

The hawker's face was solemn, "Uncle Shi, don't worry, if you have me, you will protect the integrity of the Daomen for a day"

"Okay, I'm relieved to have your words" After speaking, the old man stretched out his hand and groped on the bed for a while, took out a thick manuscript, and handed it to the vendor preciously, "This is the scripture rewritten by Uncle Shi and the elders during the retreat, it is written exactly according to your meaning, you put it away, take it for printing, to achieve your original goal, one for each person, and Uncle Shi's spirit in heaven will also thank you"

The hawker felt the heaviness of the manuscript, "Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely do it"

"Hey, that's all there is to it, Uncle Shi should also go"

When the peddler saw that the old man had lost hope of living, he immediately cried, and the people in the courtyard were also crying.

Also squeezing away everyone, Li Er ran into the house, didn't care about the Ninety-Five, came over and grabbed the old Taoist's hand, "Master, what's wrong with you?" You can't..."

The old Taoist shook his head at Li Er, "Thank you Your Majesty for caring about me, this old man, in the future, Poor Dao will be gone, I hope Your Majesty will treat Daomen well, and Poor Dao will pray for the Tang Dynasty for the rest of his life."

Li Er hurriedly nodded, "Don't worry, old Daoist, I will issue a decree when I go back, and write Daomen into the Tang Law as a state religion."

After "Thank you, Your Majesty" was finished, the old Taoist chief coughed a few more times, sat cross-legged on the bed, formed a magic seal with his hands, and looked down at the peddler, "Dabao, do you know what a Taoist is?" “

The peddler shook his head, "The disciple doesn't know"

After the old Taoist chief muttered, "The Taoist is long, the Taoist is long, the Taoist is long, remember, remember" After speaking, the old Taoist passed away suddenly, and the hawker shouted in grief Uncle Shi, fainted! (To be continued.) )