"Ouch, which grandson is so unold...... Hey? Xiaoman!? ”

Pei Laoliu howled miserably, and was about to scold, but when he turned his head to see that the person was his grandson.

He got up from the ground with a grunt and said in surprise: "Stinky boy, why are you!" How did you end up here!? ”

A few people around saw the movement here and cast curious eyes on them.

Pei Lao Liu immediately pulled Xiaoman's arm and said, "Let's go, let's go in another place." ”

……

In a corner of the hall.

On the table was a pot of tea, two plates of peanuts, three bowls of side dishes, and a few desserts.

An old man and a young man were eating and talking here, and there were also empty tables and chairs around them, with only a few people sitting scattered.

Pei Lao Liu was dressed formally today, wearing a long shirt for him to wear, and his hair was carefully combed, if it wasn't for the two vegetable leaves on it that he was thrown just now, it really looked like a fairy wind bone.

Zhang Xiaoman remembered the last time he saw him dressed so solemnly, it was when he fooled a big tyrant from out of town.

"Sixth master, didn't I just come here to travel, so I'll help you cheer you up by the way."

"Tourism? You just said on the phone in the morning, and you took Da Hei to play yesterday, you kid is not honest! ”

Pei Lao Liu's appearance I have already seen through you: "Also, isn't it not allowed to enter here, where did you get the invitation?" Don't tell me you have acquaintances here. ”

Zhang Xiaoman choked for a moment, but he didn't expect that the sixth grandfather knew himself quite well, so he blocked the next excuse for him.

He had to laugh, and changed his tone: "How can I have any acquaintances, it is estimated that I am the leader of my body, let the security brother ignore me, anyway, I just followed the crowd and came in." ”

He decided to come up with a nirvana and play tricks.

Pei Laoliu's expression froze, he had always had no way to deal with Zhang Xiaoman's skill, but this time his attention was obviously attracted by one of the sentences, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

"I said, you kid, why did you bring back my Zixiao Divine Sword? Come on, let me see, see if you've broken my hoop. ”

Zhang Xiaoman glanced at his mouth, handed over the Zixiao Divine Sword wrapped in cloth behind his back, but said: "This sword is already mine, it's not yours, don't think about going back." ”

Pei Lao Liu replied angrily, and then stretched out his hand and stroked the sword gently, and said with some surprise: "I didn't expect your kid to maintain it quite well, it was cleaned and polished, but it didn't make my pearl dusty......"

Zhang Xiaoman saw that he began to brag about himself again, so he simply ignored it and continued to bury his head in eating.

As the two spoke, the convention had already begun.

The Taoist conference is actually just a competition between the gods. And the so-called competition is actually a comprehensive performance of their own tricks.

The participants are all well-known masters from all over the country, and the organizers will initially select one to ten people with the highest "Taoism", who are usually the winners of the previous edition. They will go on stage one by one to show their "means", so that everyone can appreciate the "Taoism" first.

Finally, if anyone is not convinced, you can also take the stage to challenge, show your skills, and the organizer will score them, and a high score can replace them.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at playing, Sixth Master, this whole thing is like a singing audition, and you guys are quite in line with the trend." Zhang Xiaoman said with a smile.

Pei Lao Liu took a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and said unconcernedly: "Don't pull me with them, I'm just an audience, and I'll go back with an appearance fee, but I won't go up to perform." ”

Zhang Xiaoman didn't speak, he knew the sixth master's temperament, although he usually looked a little out of tune, and he always liked to fool people. But he is actually very clear about his position, he is an old fortune teller, and he never really thinks of himself as a master. Usually at home, he always looks like a small person in the market, and he will only deceive others, not himself.

On the stage, the host first introduced a little bit of the ten "defenders" this time, just listening to the name makes people feel unfathomable, what is the contemporary head of Longmian Mountain, the master of Tianshu Pavilion, the king of calculation, and the monk of Doom...... If you don't know, I'm afraid I'll think you've come to the set of a Xianxia novel.

These masters are all sitting in the center near the platform at the moment, and behind them are all their own supporters or disciples of the sect, and several of them are also looking at their noses and noses, looking unmoved by the outside world, and they are superior at a glance.

With the invitation of the host, the first person to go on stage to show was the monk who was the last of these people.

This is a fat old man in a robe, he just got together, several young monks on the side quickly hung up Buddhist beads for him, handed over the scriptures, served wooden fish, and one of them followed him, sprinkling water droplets on him and where he walked, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Tsk, this row of noodles is really big enough, there are people following after a walk to sprinkle water, I think this water should be replaced with flowers, so that the special effect is better, don't they talk about what kind of lotus is born step by step......"

Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but say.

"Look at this pomp and circumstance of others, and then look at the things of your guys, Sixth Master, I suddenly feel that you have been in vain for half of your life."

Pei Laoliu rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said, "Look at your little knowledge, what kind of lotus is born step by step." What people sprinkle is dew, which is called washing away the lead, not accounting for cause and effect, and the picture is a pure word. Sixth master, I'm not as particular as him, I'm too tired. ”

Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but smile when he heard his sour tone, and he didn't fight with him.

On the stage, the old monk first bowed to everyone, then sat on a futon with his legs folded, picked up a flower in one hand, knocked a wooden fish in the other, and began to chant obscure scriptures in his mouth.

There was a microphone next to him, and the sound was transmitted through the amplification equipment, and it clearly appeared in the ears of everyone in the hall.

"It turned out to be chanting...... Boredom ......"

Zhang Xiaoman thought that the other party would use some special means to open his eyes. But he didn't expect it to be an ordinary chanting, which made him a little disappointed.

But then, with the movement of the scriptures in the old monk's mouth, Zhang Xiaoman heard a little different feeling, which seemed to be a little different from what he had heard in the temple.

This is a very peculiar rhythm and rhythm, the syllables in the old monk's mouth, and the sound of the wooden fish, seem to merge into a strange tone, which makes people relax and calm their minds when they listen to it, and they don't want to think about other things in their whole minds, and they can't wait to listen quietly all the time.

Everyone in the audience was calm at the moment, and they were all immersed in this rhythm.

After a while, the sound gradually stopped, and everyone came back to their senses one by one.

Although Zhang Xiaoman's heart was impetuous, and he was appeased by his music, he did not fall into it like others. He looked at the old monk on the stage who was about to leave in surprise at this moment, and said in shock: "What the hell is this monk!?" Why is it so evil? Could it be that there really are other transcendent beings in the world? ”