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"I said immortals, don't fool us," Zhu Gui glanced at the statue behind Lao Dao, "You must be the reincarnation of Taishang Laojun, right?" ”

Lao Dao laughed: "Alas, I don't blame you for misunderstanding, this statue is not Lao Jun, but Poor Dao." Lao Jun's idol is not like this, well, the facial features are about the same, but the beard is much longer than that of the poor road. ”

"Huh?"

As soon as we heard this, the three of us almost fell headlong, I have never heard of a monk who sculpted himself into a god, and he still wanted to be embarrassed?

Take a closer look, it is indeed a little different from other Taoist temples of Taishang Laojun, for this kind of statue, we usually don't go so carefully to observe the appearance, and this old Tao is really a little similar to Laojun, so the first time I saw it, I instinctively thought it was Laojun.

Lao Dao was also embarrassed, and explained: "This, this is not set up by me, but given by the believers. ”

Oh, that's in the past, it seems that this miscellaneous old man may have two hits.

At this time, Hu San stepped forward and said, "This Taoist chief, are you the abbot here?" ”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable," the old Daokou read the Dao number, "That's right, Poor Dao is the abbot here, and his Dharma name is Wukan." ”

No hurdles? When I heard this name, I was shocked again, the master of Huiling is called Wuqian, and this miscellaneous old Taoist is called Wukan, so what is the relationship between them? Will there still be no gens and no earthquakes?

Hu San and Zhu Gui didn't know about Wuqian, so they weren't surprised. Hu San continued: "Oh, it turns out that you are the chief of Wukandao, I have heard of the name for a long time, I won't tell you, we are here to admire, I want to ask for a little thing, I don't know if it is convenient?" ”

When Wukan heard this, he smiled slightly: "This donor." You're welcome, we Taoists should have the obligation to answer questions for believers, this is not a place to speak, a few of you here, please. He said. He waved his hand inside, leading the way.

This Taoist temple is not very big, there are few pilgrims, and I don't even see other Taoist priests, so I wonder if there is only one old Taoist here.

Walk through the main hall. The three of them followed Wukan to the backyard, in front of which were four very dilapidated and low wooden bungalows, Wukan pushed open a door in the middle and said, "A few people inside, please." ”

When we entered the house, we all frowned, the room was quite large, and the innermost part was a wooden bed, on which the bedding was rolled up randomly, and there were torn clothes and socks thrown everywhere.

There is a table of eight immortals against the door, which is also extremely dilapidated and very dirty. There are all kinds of colors on it, and I don't know what it is.

There was an indescribable smell in the room, and the smell was unpleasant.

Looking at the Wukan of the fairy wind bone in front of me, I seriously doubt that he is not an old Taoist here, why is there such a big contrast? Such a clean and fairy-like Taoist priest's residence, it is so dirty and messy, I was really thundered.

Wukan noticed our expression, smiled embarrassedly: "Poor Dao is usually informal, don't you mind?" He pointed to the chair next to the table and said, "Sitting, please." ”

No way. I had the intention to talk outside, but this seemed too rude, so we had to reluctantly sit in our chairs and try to hold our breath. Don't smell it.

Hu San and I sat down and were fine, but Zhu Gui's butt had just hit the chair, and I only heard the sound of the wood breaking, my heart sank, and I hurriedly looked at Zhu Gui, didn't he break someone's chair? This big fat man. It weighs 200 pounds, and if the chair is not solid, it is really possible.

Zhu Gui immediately stood up when he heard the voice, and when he looked back, he didn't seem to be fine.

Seeing this, Wukan frowned, as if he was a little angry, but then the anger disappeared, and he smiled and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, my chair is in disrepair, this donor, wait a moment." ”

After that, he walked out of the door, and after a while, Wu Kan Lao Dao brought in a black chair from outside and put it on the ground with a bang.

I was stunned when I saw it, this chair was so beautiful, the whole body was black and shiny, and there was a strange animal carved on both sides of the back of the chair, which seemed to be a snake, but it was not exactly like it, and I heard the sound of the ground just now, it looked like metal, is it iron?

Zhu Gui was not polite, sat on it with a heavy butt, and said with a big grin: "I said that there is no road, why didn't you take it out earlier if you have such good furniture?" ”

He is really straightforward, and he said it with an embarrassed face, smiled, and didn't speak.

At this time, Hu San hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Dao Chief, we are here to inquire with you personally, do you know Hu Daxian?" ”

When Hu San asked this sentence, I deliberately glanced at the look of the old man, and sure enough, at the mention of Hu Daxian, his face immediately tightened from the smile just now, well, I breathed a sigh in my heart, and finally had a clue from the master.

"Oh? Hu Tai Sin? I don't know Poor Dao, who are you? Missing? ”

This was a big surprise to me, looking at his face just now, I thought he knew Hu Daxian, and thought that he could provide a little clue about the master, it seems that this idea is in vain.

But why did he change his face when he heard Hu Daxian just now? Am I mistaken? Or is it for some other reason?

Hu Sanyi also breathed a sigh when he heard this, sighed and said: "We are his apprentices, and the master doesn't know where he went, and there is no news." ”

"Then where are you from," asked the old man, "why are you here again?" ”

"We are from Wuyang City, we came here to do something, and we learned that there was a Yun'an Temple on the mountain, so we came up to ask, Taoist people, maybe we know each other."

For the seemingly immortal wind bone, but in fact he was extremely sloppy, Hu San didn't tell the truth, probably because he didn't think this miscellaneous hair was like a good person.

When Lao Dao heard this, he nodded: "That's really embarrassing, Poor Dao didn't help much, but there is more than one Taoist temple in this Yinkui Mountain, there is also an upper courtyard of Yun'an Temple outside the scenic spot, you might as well go there and ask, maybe there may be a harvest." ”

Hearing him say this, I gasped and asked, "Dao Chief, dare to ask what is the Upper Courtyard, and what does it have to do with you?" ”

"That's right," Wukan Lao Dao habitually stroked his beard, "Decades ago, these two Taoist temples were under the control of my master, but after the death of the old man, the upper courtyard has been unattended, and there is no incense there, and the original Taoist priests are gone." Later, I didn't know where to come to live in an old way, claiming to be the abbot, and I don't know what the law name is Poor Dao, anyway, I heard that the person is very strange, and rarely has contact with the outside world.

I should have taken care of this matter, but now that you can see it, I am the only one left here, and I am also lacking in poverty. ”

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