As soon as he rode back to his home, Fang Ruochu was stopped by a ragged old road.

This old Taoist was dressed in a tattered robe, so dirty that he couldn't see his original color, the dust in his hand was rotten like a fluffy chicken tail, he was old, his face was wrinkled, and he couldn't tell whether he was eighty or ninety years old.

"Zhang Sanfeng?" Fang Ruochu leaned the battery car against the corner and asked rhetorically.

"What? You don't believe it? The old man's face suddenly turned red, and he took out an old book from his arms that was so broken that even the title page was rotten, "There are no flowers!" Look at this genealogy, it's ......."

Looking at Lao Dao's serious and solemn appearance, Fang Ruochu did not pick up the "family tree", but remembered a widely circulated joke.

"I, Qin Shi Huang, hit the money!"

He forced a smile and joked casually: "Zhang Sanfeng is a native of Liaodong, and he created the Wudang Dao vein in Hubei, but I only heard that the seventh son of Wudang is his disciple, when did he leave his descendants?" Even if you leave descendants, you should be in Hubei, how did you run to Shaanxi? Deceiving people should also pay attention to technical content! ”

"You broken baby, why don't you believe it-"

The old Taoist was anxious and white-faced, jumped three feet high, patted the "genealogy" in his hand, and defended: "Do you know that the ancestor of the Ejia family traveled in the early years of the Yang God, died and was resurrected, and lived in Jintaiguan in Yongcheng, and lived for fifty or sixty years, why can't he leave a descendant......

He was probably overly excited, the "genealogy" was already in tatters, and when he slapped it, a few more fragments suddenly fell, and his heart ached so much that he hurriedly squatted down, picked it up with all his hands and feet, patted and patted it, and wanted to stuff it into the book.

"Alright, alright." A Taoist priest who was so old that he could blow his breath was lying on the ground, groping around with difficulty, Fang Ruochu was really a little unbearable, he took out twenty yuan from his pocket, thought about it, and added another fifty, "Oh, it's all for you!" ”

The old man suddenly smiled, got up and took the money, patted his chest and said, "Baby, you are a good person, they don't believe me." When I get the cheats, I'll send you "Pure Yang Wuji Gong"! ”

Fang Ruochu smiled, didn't care, and was about to turn around and enter the house, but unexpectedly, the old Taoist shouted behind his back: "Baby, if you give a little more, I'll send you "Jin Yangong" too, okay?" ”

"Be content!" Fang Ruochu was also helpless against this faceless old liar, frowned, turned his head and said, "I only have so much change on me, who still has how much cash this year?" ”

"Without cash, Alipay and WeChat are fine-" The old liar didn't seem to hear Fang Ruochu's impatience, but took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

Fang Ruochu glanced at it, and almost blew up his lungs, this old Taoist priest who was so poor and deceived everywhere actually found a new Huawei MATE20, and then thought about his thousand-yuan machine, the screen was cracked and he was reluctant to change it, and he was suddenly angry.

"Get out, get out!"

He suppressed his anger, glared at him and whispered, "If you don't get out, I'll drive people away with a broom!" ”

The old Taoist priest was not angry, he smiled, turned around to leave, suddenly turned around again, and said with a smile: "I won't take your money in vain, let's send you a few words first!" ”

Fang Ruochu said impatiently: "If you have something to say, say it quickly!" ”

"Xin Jin Changsheng Renzi, retrograde, Wang is in Kunshen, he died in Xunsi, his tomb is in Yichen, and he is absolutely in Jiamao. Baby, your house starts with the word Jiamao, it is the appearance of the dragon, and the two mountains are said to be dead, even if the south water and the north mountain, the dragon shape is prosperous, and there is nothing to do! ”

This old man shook his head, and his mouth was full of mysterious words, and Fang Ruochu looked confused when he heard it.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Fang Ruochu couldn't help but interrupt Lao Dao's words.

"Eh, it means that the feng shui of this house is not good, so you better move out early......"

"Get out! Get out of here! ”

Fang Ruochu finally got angry, picked up the big broom leaning on the corner of the wall, and whipped it over without a head. Finally, he was kind-hearted, and seeing that this Taoist priest was really old, although he was wielding a broom and making a tiger, he was always two feet away from him.

The old man grinned, shrank back, waved his hand towards Fang Ruochu, and said with a smile: "There is no way for good or evil, but people call themselves; The retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow. Baby, you're doing it yourself-"

"Get out!"

Fang Ruochu was so angry that he threw the broom out, and because he was too quick to speak, it seemed like a "croak", which sounded very ridiculous.

The broom was thrown out three or four meters away, and it was about to hit the calf of the old way, Fang Ruochu was a little worried, and screamed "hey", just about to remind him, but saw that the old way disappeared out of thin air without a trace.

His surprise was not trivial, and he hurriedly turned his head to look around, but as far as his eyes could see, where was there half a figure?

"Hell yes!" The afterglow of the sunset was not over, but Fang Ruochu felt creepy, and a chill rose straight up from the soles of his feet.

He looked back at his small building and muttered to himself, "Where are there ghosts and gods in this world?" It's all scary, if it's really haunted, I've lived here for seven or eight years, why haven't I encountered demons and monsters? ”

This is a small three-story building, located in the southern suburbs of Chucheng, on the north shore of the Golden Lake, the only area in the city that has not yet had time to be developed.

Anyway, that's it.

In the past, there was a small village of 30 or 40 households nearby, but the villagers were relocated to the economic development zone 20 kilometers away, and only this lonely house was left here.

Thinking of that old way, Fang Ruochu couldn't help but shudder, hurriedly pushed the battery car into the main hall, closed the door, turned on all the lights on the first floor, washed up at will, and went into the bedroom, closing the small door of the bedroom tightly.

"Zhang Sanfeng's descendants? It's too outrageous to deceive people! ”

After settling down, Fang Ruochu began to recall the old Taoist priest who didn't know whether it was a person or a ghost, and when he recalled what he said to himself, he became more and more suspicious in his heart, and turned on the computer with his hand.

"Yongcheng Jintai Temple?"

"Yongcheng, now known as Baoji...... Ouch, Zhang Sanfeng really lived in Baoji......"

"It turned out that he stayed in Baoji, Shaanxi Province for decades before finally going to Wudang Mountain."

"So...... Maybe he really stayed in Baoji...... Ahh It was all a trick of deception, and I was almost taken into the ditch by the old liar......".

Fang Ruochu despised himself very much, and when he saw that it was getting late, he turned off the computer and prepared to go to bed.

"Gurgling ......" I don't know which child was playing marbles upstairs, and the sound of rolling around made Fang Ruochu even more upset.