I heard a voice shouting angrily: "Our ticket was bought at a high price, why do you say it's fake?" ”

As he shouted, another tone echoed: "That's it, we all bought tickets and traveled thousands of miles to attend the summit, but you didn't let you in, this is the hospitality of Yuanjun and her old man?" ”

Looking closely, it was a large man of medium stature, dark complexion, with a full beard, and a thin young man with gold-rimmed glasses standing beside him.

The two of them became agitated and loudly questioned the four or five people in gray robes at the pass.

The people in the gray robes were very calm, and the first one had his hair combed in a bun, he was not very old, and he looked a little stylish, and said unhurriedly.

"Don't get excited, two fellow Daoists, my family's ticket seems ordinary, but there are thousands of autumns in it, your ticket is obviously an imitation, we are here to check it is also under the orders of the master and her old man, it is not good to let the two of you go, please don't make it difficult."

The beard snorted coldly and asked, "You said that our ticket is fake, what evidence is there?" You said that there are thousands of autumns on the ticket, where are the thousands of autumns, let our brothers open their eyes to the heroes! ”

"This ......"

As soon as the beard said this, several people in long robes were stunned, looked at each other, and kept whispering to each other.

And there are more and more people queuing, and there are constantly good deeds surrounding them, one by one tiptoeing over, and the formation of the long queue is scattered in an instant, and the pass is instantly blocked.

really responded to that sentence - if you watch the excitement, you are afraid of small things. This works for mortals, and it seems to be no different for monastic circles.

The face of the person in the long shirt changed slightly, and he paused and said, My family's ticket does have a mark, but as for what this mark is, we must not say, if it is said, wouldn't it be troublesome for the person who was made to make a fake to listen to it?

His words seemed to disappoint the crowd of onlookers, and immediately caused a lot of commotion.

The young man with gold-rimmed glasses took the opportunity to shout at the crowd behind him.

"Look at you, they said that the ticket was fake, and they couldn't say why, I don't think the ticket was fake at all, they just bullied our small sect and the big store bullied customers!"

The atmosphere was a bit deadlocked, and the crowd of onlookers was chattering and talking.

Unlike ordinary people who look forward to watching the excitement, Wang Zixiao looks very calm. He looked at me and the fat man as if he didn't know what to do, and smiled, saying that this kind of thing is not unusual, in fact, there are always one or two cases at every summit.

also said that in fact, there are no tickets for the Taishan Summit, and it is okay to buy them here, but I am afraid that these two Taoist friends bought fake tickets at a high price, and they are mainly worried about the money to make such a fuss.

Sure enough, a few people were wrestling, and they saw a young man in a white robe coming from the back of the valley, and he scolded lightly: "Don't be rude! ”

Before the words fell, the person floated to the front, so fast!

Take a closer look, I saw that the cheongsam this person was wearing was the same style as those gray shirts, he was about 1.75 meters tall, his face was like a crown of jade, his appearance was dignified, he was very young, but he was in his early twenties, elegant and delicate, and looked like an ancient scholar.

This person wears a neat bun on his head, tied up with a delicate headband, and leaves two strands of filament hanging down his chest on his sideburns.

With one hand behind his back, and in the other hand is a white paper fan. The fan surface is white, no painting and no words, and it is gently fanned from time to time, so it is not chic.

With the arrival of this person, someone in the crowd of onlookers shouted: "Bai Ye is here!" The gatekeepers in gray shirts also retreated to the sides, calling the white-shirted people senior brothers.

When the jade-faced scholar came closer, he took the fan, threw his hand at the surrounding crowd, and said, "The laymen are reasonable!" ”

Everyone in the crowd returned the salute and clasped their fists.

Immediately afterwards, the jade-faced scholar introduced himself: "Xiao Ke's surname is Jingyu, and he is the eighth clumsy disciple of his mentor Yuanjun, and he doesn't take good care of it, which makes the laymen smile......"

He had a warm smile on his face, like a spring breeze in March, and he threw his hand at the bearded and glasses guy.

"Don't worry, two Taoist friends, I already know the situation, a small kiosk in the back is the ticket adjustment office, and the two of you can come with me to make up the procedures......"

Hearing what the jade-faced scholar said, the momentum of the glasses guy decreased sharply, and only the beard was still unrelenting, hugging his fists.

"Master Bai, it's not that I don't give face, it's just that our brothers bought this ticket at a high price, and now we have to make up the ticket, isn't our loss too great?!"

The jade-faced scholar smiled slightly, and said that it is okay, if you have something to say, the two of you will come with me.

After speaking, after he whispered a few words to the gray-shirted disciple on the side, he took the bearded and glasses guy, and the three of them bypassed the pass and walked towards the valley.

According to the words of this jade-faced scholar Bai Quchi, the "Mentor Yuanjun" in his mouth should be Bixia Zhenjun, the owner of the Tide Mountain Blessed Land Cave.

But what surprised me was not the identity of this Bai Quchi, let alone his good appearance and figure, but the unusual aura on this person.

This aura is both like a gang qi and a demon qi, mixed with each other, which I have never seen before. Is this person a human or a demon? For a while, I couldn't explain clearly.

However, I think that Bixia Zhenjun is a land immortal who has obtained the Great Dao, and he should not accept demons as disciples.

Being so troubled by the fake ticket incident, I and the fat man are a little worried.

If nothing else, I'm afraid that the two tickets that Boss Qin got are also fake. If you have to make up the ticket when the time comes, although we have the 40,000 yuan of real money, it is inevitable that we will feel distressed if we really smash it.

Especially the fat man, his two eyebrows are twisted together, and it is estimated that if there is a fake ticket in his hand, this thing will decisively pull his legs and leave, without looking back.

Order returned to normal, and everyone's ticket inspection proceeded in an orderly manner, and the speed was very fast.

Fortunately, there was no problem with the tickets in our hands, and after the gray-shirted disciples looked at the face of the tickets a few times, they asked me and the fat man to sign the registration book, and then they gave us their hands and said in their mouths: "Please go inside the layman!" ”

The fat man and I followed Wang Zixiao all the way in, turned a few more corners, and suddenly opened up in front of us.

The twin peaks on both sides of the avenue gradually faded down, and a huge valley appeared in front of us.

In this valley, the ancient trees are towering, the green carpet is like a tree, the strange flowers and plants are blooming one after another, the boulders are lined up, the stream is murmuring, and the waterfall is like practice.

Look at the fish and insects playing in the water up close, look at the fairy mountain Qiongting in the distance, the area is so large that it is beyond the eye. The valley is quiet, fairy-like, breezy and bustling, the air is fresh, and the beauty of the scenery is dazzling.

The avenue under his feet did not narrow, but it no longer winded, and the end was drowned in the swirling fairy mist and water vapor, and he did not know where it led.

Looking along both sides of the road, there are three big golden characters written on a flying cliff on the left: Juxian Valley. On the right-hand side is a low ground, which is crowded with people, and there are more than a thousand people.

They had different looks, either talking and laughing or arguing, laughing and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The sun hangs high above the head, the idle clouds are dewed, and the valley is full of ups and downs, so a blessed land and a fairyland......