As soon as he slept in Hei Tian, Yang Yi slept very soundly, and when he woke up, it was already three poles in the sun, and the snow had naturally stopped, and the old road was gone.

Yang Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes, lifted the robe covered on his body and got up, only to find that there was half a pot of hot porridge and a plate of black pickles on the ground.

Yang Yi didn't feel hungry, but he especially wanted to drink a few more sips of the kind of wine in the gourd last night, and when he thought of the sweetness of the wine, he couldn't help swallowing and spitting, so he pulled his neck and shouted: "Old liar, old Taoist, where are you?" ”

"What are you shouting, you haven't sobered up yet, your mother." The old man kicked open the temple door and walked in, "You wake up, then get up and drink some porridge, and then hurry up and get out, the real person still has something to do." ”

"Huh?" Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that this old liar was issuing an eviction order, and he wanted to leave by himself, this is, he was excited, and subconsciously asked: "Where do you let me go back?" ”

"Go back to where you should go, understand?" The old Taoist turned his back to Yang Yi, and his tone was short, but Yang Yi was shocked when he heard it, could it be that this obscene and sloppy old Taoist priest knew his origin?

Thinking about it again, this old Taoist priest is probably a blue Taoist liar who wanders the rivers and lakes and cheats on food and drink with his three-inch tongue, and he lets himself go back to the place where he should return, but it is just a vague and esoteric excuse.

Thinking of his current situation, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart, thinking that he was a people's policeman, and he was photographed by someone with a brick in a daze.

"Ah, okay, I understand." Yang Yi's eyes rolled, his mouth was dealing with the old way, he held a bowl of porridge in his hand, and thought of ideas while drinking it slowly.

The old man squinted his eyes, smiled slyly, and deliberately urged Yang Yi to drink quickly and leave quickly.

As soon as the old man urged him like this, Yang Yi felt that he didn't really want to drive himself away, because the old man walked to the door of the temple gate several times, looked at the vast snow under the mountain, and muttered intentionally or unintentionally: "Hey, this long road is long, and it is really boring to travel alone." ”

Yang Yi is so smart, he immediately heard that the old way is talking to himself, could it be that he is implying that he offered to stay with him, if this is the case, he can't ask for it, so he can find a place to settle down first, and then try to find a way to go back.

Thinking that it was difficult to find the way back to the sky, Yang Yideng's heart was numb, and at the same time, he was more determined to stay first, so he suppressed the helplessness in his heart, and looked at the back of the old Taoist with a strong smile and said: "Old Taoist, I really don't hide it from you, I left home when I was young and went to Nanyang, and now I want to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors, I don't want my family to be lost in the war. ”

"This is not appropriate, besides, I am a Taoist, with a worldly person like you, once the government interrogates me, how can I answer?" The old man's eyes narrowed happily into a line, if the flesh and skin were closed, the upper and lower eyelids would grow to death, but the mouth was deliberately shirked.

Yang Yi scolded the damned old convict 10,000 times in his heart, but who let himself be a demander, under the low eaves, he had to bow his head, and then smiled: "This is easy to do, if others want to ask, you just say that I am your Taoist boy, isn't it over, hehe"

The old man bared his teeth and was happy, and the old rascal's face was undoubtedly revealed: "Boy, you will climb the pole when you arrive, I haven't agreed yet, you will apprentice to Zhang Luo, do you want to beat me this baby wine gourd idea, say!" ”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and secretly complained in his heart: "Your uncle's old liar, you fucking kicked your nose in the face, why did I say that I want to worship you as a teacher, isn't this a frame-up, rub!" ”

But the old Taoist probably had this idea a long time ago, and since the words had already been spoken, he simply got off the donkey and stretched out his hand to Yang Yiyi: "Okay, this true person has always been compassionate, and when he saw that you were lonely, he reluctantly accepted you." ”

Yang Yi just wanted to say that you are too fucking shameless, and he didn't want the old Taoist hand to be raised, he felt the blood in his chest surge, and the words were forced back into his stomach without saying it, and he also felt a huge suction force forcibly dragging himself to the old way, to be exact, he was dragged over.

When he arrived in front of Lao Dao, Yang Yi's body was weak, and his knees were about to fall down uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Nima, how can this feeling be like being forced, it's too aggrieved." ”

Suddenly, the old man raised his right foot to block Yang Yi's knees that were about to hit the ground: "Apprenticeship must be sincere, you are reluctant at this time, it is better to kneel when you sincerely want to apprentice." ”

Yang Yi didn't want to kneel, so he borrowed his strength and stood up, but he was really surprised by the hand of the old Taoist just now, it seems that this old Taoist priest is really not a simple liar, he is also a big living person of more than 100 catties, he can actually suck himself in the air, is this your legendary internal force?

Thinking of this, Yang Yi was in awe of this old way for the first time, and his words were a little more respectful.

"By the way, you didn't worship the teacher, and it's not good to call me master, so, you can call me Brother Li......" Seeing Yang Yi's subtext on his face, "Do you think it's appropriate to call it that, can you still have a face", the old Taoist blushed, and then changed his words: "Of course that's inappropriate, I'm only thirty or twenty years older than you, you can call me Uncle Li, hehe"

From the old Taoist proud self-report family, Yang Yi finally knew that the name of this old Taoist lay man is Li Shiqi, the Taoist name is Mu Touch, specializing in people to get rid of diseases and evil, catch ghosts and fight Jiao for the profession, claiming to be a senior great Taoist who is deeply loved by the people of Li and has won wide praise from the government, and has love, good deeds, ideals and pursuits.

However, at first glance, when he heard the old Taoist number, Yang Yi always felt that there was something wrong, and he couldn't say it, and after thinking about it carefully, he almost ran out of pee, grandma has a grandson's leg, wooden touch, isn't it * when he takes it apart, this old pervert with a head full of * is so obscene to even have a road number, can you do it?

Looking at Uncle Li, who was smiling very sinisterly, the little awe that Yang Yi had just born disappeared in an instant, leaving only the deep sadness of "how did I fall into the company of such an old liar", which was really sad.

"What, don't stand there and poke it, pick it up, follow your uncle and I'll go down the mountain into Cangzhou City quickly." Seeing Yang Yi's tangled and bitter face standing there, Uncle Li was in a good mood, and urged Yang Yi to go down the mountain to Cangzhou after finishing his things.

"What are you doing in Cangzhou City, aren't you in a hurry?" Yang Yi couldn't help but ask when he saw that Uncle Li couldn't go to the village or the store before he spoke.

"You fucking stupid, I didn't see that in addition to this half pot of porridge in this city god temple, even the cow dung is gone, if you don't go into Cangzhou City to knock those old rich people for a sum of silver, let's talk about it," a hint of gloom flashed between Uncle Li'er's eyebrows, "The Taiping army hit here when he spoke, those long hairs were destroyed when they saw the temple, and they were killed when they saw monks and Taoists, creating countless injustices, and we can't wait here to wait for the knife." ”

"By the way, your outfit is too eye-catching, go, change this robe." Uncle Li lifted the cloth under the offering table, took out a package from it, and untied it, inside was a plain coarse cotton robe and a pair of tweed-faced and deerskin-soled cloud shoes. Uncle Li threw the robe and shoes to Yang Yi, "Wear this inside, just put that robe on the outside, the size is quite suitable for you to wear." ”

Yang Yi also knew that if he wore that ninety-nine style* to walk around, he would never be able to enter Cangzhou City, and he would be misunderstood for fake foreign hair and suffer from right and wrong, so he didn't care whether the robe was dirty or not, took off* and wrapped it, put on the robe again, and then looked at Uncle Li with a wry smile: "Uncle, how is it, elephant?" ”

"It seems to be almost, well, the hairstyle is wrong, where is there a Taoist priest with a yin and yang head." Uncle Li looked at Yang Yi with critical eyes for a while, and began to move to put together his partial-style hairstyle.

After tinkering for a while, Uncle Li clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's go look in the mirror for yourself." ”

Yang Yi walked to a one-person-high round mirror on the side of the main hall that was similar to a glass material, and saw Uncle Li cutting his hair in half from the middle, and then pulling it together, looking like he had a bull's nose.

Looking at his strange hairstyle in the mirror, a classic lyric instantly floated sadly from Yang Yi's mind: A long flat shovel head, and a lightning crack, why don't you plug in a lightning rod again!

"By the way, there is also a bamboo crown and hairpin, let's wear them together." Uncle Li seemed to be able to read Yang Yi's heart, and handed Yang Yi a rough bamboo crown with a smile, with a look on his expression.

Yang Yi was about to cry: "Why is there really a lightning rod here, uncle!" ”

"Really?" Uncle Li didn't understand Yang Yi's words and asked.

"Dinghai Divine Needle," Yang Yi took the bamboo crown angrily and put it on indiscriminately, and then picked up the package wrapped in *, "Let's go, uncle, what should I do." ”

"You, take off your handcuffs and put them in the package, that thing, no use for fart." The handcuffs that Li Shu'er said were referring to the Jiu'er-style police pistol on Yang Yi's waist.

Seeing Yang Yi untie the pistol and put it in the package, Uncle Li spoke again unhurriedly: "Go, there is another package in the apse, which is my magic weapon in the apse, and you can also carry it on your back, the action should be lighter, if you break the magic weapon, it is not a play, don't look carefully." ”

After a cup of tea, on the slippery trail of the stone mountain, Li Shu'er walked in front with fluttering sleeves and like a fairy, humming a few small songs that sounded like the Tao Te Ching from time to time, and behind, Yang Yi carried a rectangular package that was half a head higher than him, and trudged with a sad face, and the sad and angry expression on his face that crushed his back molars was heartbreaking to watch.