On the road ahead stood a pair of boys and girls who were only about five or six years old, both of whom were white and chubby, and they were endearing.

They are barefoot, with black hair tied on their heads, like Fuwa in New Year's paintings, and like ginseng dolls in cartoons.

He wears a red belly pocket, a silver collar around his neck, and bracelets on his hands and feet, with silver bells tied to the bracelets, and the crisp bells jingle between his gestures.

The boy and girl clasped their fists at all of us, and shouted crisply: "Welcome friends, please go down to the valley ......"

We walked towards the valley on the right side of the road, and the crowd rushed at us with fists and hands, talking about the hard work.

Wang Zixiao is familiar with many of them, but the fat man and I see all fresh faces, none of them have seen them, just polite words.

Wang Zixiao hugged his fist at me and the fat man, saying that he had come to participate in the Taishan Summit this time because he had received an order from the master, and he wanted to go to the Zizhen Pavilion to buy some things, and he would also meet a few friends, so he would say goodbye.

I was curious about what kind of place he was talking about, but I didn't want to ask too much when I saw that people were in a hurry, so I said goodbye to the fat man.

There is a clear stream surging around the valley where we settled, the water is clear, the white mist is rising, and from time to time there are flocks of cranes landing on the stream to play in the water, leading their necks to chirp, and the pointed beak of the crane picks up a red fish.

The blessed land cave here is a holy place, and thousands of people are crowded in this Juxian Valley, but there are no seats here, and everyone has to stand.

The fat man and I looked around, and everywhere was a novelty, and we saw about seven or eight people huddled together in front of us, as if they were chatting around one person, but their words were full of ridicule.

I heard one of them say with a half-smile: "Blind Zhuang, why are you here again?" Is it a post sent to you by Yuanjun and her old man? ”

Another also said: "Eighty percent can't be wrong, otherwise he's a stinky fortune teller who eats the last meal but doesn't have the next, where does he get the money to buy tickets?" ”

Someone else then ridiculed: "The two Taoist friends are wrong, the blind man recently married a little wife, to put it bluntly, he was raised by a rich woman, and the God of Wealth gave him money......"

"But forget it, there is a rich woman to cover him?"

Some people scoffed, saying that just the skinny and unfortunate appearance of the blind man, the evil ghost had to hide when he saw it, and besides, what age was he, even if he ate a hundred strong pills a day, he couldn't stand the toss of the rich woman.

The crowd laughed, saying that the blind man's ticket must have been stolen.

The group of people chatted lively, but it felt very harsh to my ears. Everyone is a cultivator, and it is a happy thing to participate in the party, so why are you so buried in people? Still an old man!

At the same time, I was curious, and I didn't know who this person everyone was ridiculing was.

Is the person they call "Zhuang Blind" surnamed Zhuang or is he deliberately "pretending" to be blind?

Looking inside, sure enough, in the center of the crowd stood a skinny little old man.

He had his back to me, wearing a melon-skin hat, his face was invisible, he was about 1.6 meters tall, skinny and bone-ty, and he was like a piece of rotten wood in a fat coarse linen coat.

Before he could take a closer look, he heard the little old man called "Zhuang Blind" suddenly speak.

His voice startled me, as if something was wrong with his vocal cords, sharp and split, sounding like a wild ghost crying on the grave, and a bird crying at night, unusually harsh.

What the little old man said was also inexplicable, and it didn't seem to be a response to the people who laughed at him, but like a story.

"Xie Dongmei, this woman is not simple, she looks beautiful, and her beauty is bubbling! Good figure, good makes people laugh! Especially that ass bone, round like a honey escape, slapped straight to the hand......"

His strange voice, coupled with the abrupt words he said, stunned everyone for a while.

I noticed that unlike ordinary people's expressions, the person who was the first to tease Zhuang Blind changed his face after hearing the words "Xie Dongmei", and became red and white.

Someone coaxed, saying Zhuang is blind, what are you suddenly crazy? Do you want women to go crazy? Who is Xie Dongmei? Could it be your first love?!

Everyone started laughing, but the blind man said to himself.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, this beauty is from Sister Yao, she has a lot of kung fu but she is as good as she can do, she doesn't pick and choose more than the white dragon horse, there is no more than you, and there is no less than you......"

He shook his head, talked and talked about the details, and what he said was called "vivid and concrete" and "entangled in cotton and compassion", which was full of pictures, and I blushed when I heard it.

The person whose face changed greatly was like an ant on a hot pot, like sitting on pins and needles, and finally stamped his foot and left.

The person who seemed to be coming with him didn't know why, so he hurriedly chased after him, shouting: "Senior brother...... How did you go? Wait for me ......"

As the two left, the laughter and ridicule faded away, and the people surrounding the blind man couldn't help whispering. One of them said.

"Blind Zhuang, you are pretending to be a ghost again, is what you just said true? I can't see it, this Brother Cheng doesn't smile on weekdays, does he still have such a hobby? ”

This man seems to be sorry for others, but there is a lot of schadenfreude in his words.

The blind man turned around.

I saw him with a dark complexion, fine wrinkles on his face, an old pair of round black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a few short jagged beards on his chin, and extremely thin lips.

Wearing old cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, wearing a set of khaki linen clothes, I don't know how long this dress has been worn, and the cuffs and placket are patched.

This image is clearly a blind fortune teller.

It's just that the blind man has something lying on his shoulder, which is a little blurry, and suddenly looks like a living thing, and it looks like a ball of qi, exuding a faint blue light.

"Ma Spoon, Cheng Hulu is just a good smoke willow, but it can't compare to some people who love old cows to gnaw tender grass, and old castles are spring branches......"

When the blind man said this, the face of the person called "Ma Spoon" changed, his expression was dignified, and he gritted his teeth and asked him what this meant.

The blind man smiled even more happily, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"It's not interesting, do you understand the Law on the Protection of Minors?"

"In the name of practicing divine skills, he even coaxed and deceived the belly of the female student of the guard school, which needless to say was reported, even if there is no righteous person involved, just the tigress in his house is enough to drink a pot, click!"

As he spoke, the blind man stretched out two fingers, made a gesture of scissors, stared at the "horse spoon" with a smile, and sighed.

"Alas...... I still have the heart to come to the Taishan Summit, and with the private money saved between my teeth, I should think of a way to deal with the poor female doll......"