After that, Zhao Gongzi snatched the stone and fell to death. The stone was also not strong, and it shattered immediately when it touched the ground, and a layer of invisible aura ripples scattered out.

In a vacant lot not far from Zhang Dahu's house, in front of the surrounding farmers, ripples flashed in the air, and a carriage appeared out of thin air.

Although the carriage looks a little shabby, the horse pulling the carriage has a single horn on its head and has a mysterious array on its body, which looks very extraordinary.

Sitting in the car was an old Taoist with white hair and beard, two long eyebrows hanging down to his cheeks, and a fairy style. As soon as he shook the whip in his hand, the unicorn neighed, and he ran to the door of Zhang Dahu's house silently between actions.

Before the old man arrived, the song reached everyone's ears first, and the sound contained the great wisdom of life, so that those who heard it couldn't help but be dazzled.

Although Bai Ze's soul has not yet been completed, his mind is condensed, and he is much stronger than the souls of everyone present, and it is not something that can be shaken by this kind of confusing little technique at all.

Although he was fine, the people around him were all fascinated, and the original sixty percent of the vigilance plummeted by two percent.

At this time, the old Taoist was singing, and the carriage also stopped at the gate of Zhang's mansion, he floated and jumped out of the carriage, shook the dust in his hand, and said in a loud voice:

"Zhao Deng, you smashed the moonstone and called for the poor way, but you are willing to let go of the mundane and everything and ascend to the immortal bliss with me!"

Zhao Gongzi hurriedly took the lead to greet him at the door, with an extremely humble attitude. Zhang Dahu saw the appearance of the old Taoist priest bluffing, and he also believed in his heart, and led the servants forward, wanting to welcome the old Taoist priest into the house.

Seeing that people were gathered in front of him, the old Taoist still had a very indifferent expression, and sighed:

"The world is still filthy!"

After that, the old Taoist dust was thrown again, and I saw that the Taoist robe on his body emitted a bright white halo, rising without wind, and his sleeves fluttering, like a fairy, not like a mortal at all.

This hand completely shocked everyone present, Zhao Gongzi looked at Zhang Dahu with a stunned face, completely old-fashioned, a trace of triumph flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head and said respectfully;

"Feng Daxian, the disciple smashed the moonstone because he was taken care of by an uncle and could not repay him, so he wanted to ask Daxian to transfer the opportunity promised to me to this Uncle Zhang. ”

The old Taoist frowned, and said a little unhappily:

"How can such a thing as chance be transferred at will, if there is nothing else, Poor Dao still has to transport the silver for the God of Wealth, so I will leave first. ”

Zhao Gongzi hurriedly pretended to hold Lao Dao, knelt on the ground, and said all the good things for Zhang Dahu. Lao Dao had a cold face, muttered, and denounced everyone present as vulgar things, showing a cold style.

People just have such a cheap nature, the more difficult things to get, the better they feel. Zhang Dahu was not short of money, but seeing that the old Taoist priest was full of refusal, the more he felt that the silver given by the gods must be more fragrant than the mortal world, and he also went up and begged.

Later, under the leadership of Zhang Dahu, everyone present knelt on the ground, and Zhao Gongzi cried and begged. The old Taoist priest's face was full of helplessness, and his tone was compassionate:

"That's it, that's it. Since you have begged so bitterly, and I have appeared in front of everyone, I will allow you to ride my carriage to the fairy world three times. ”

Seeing that everyone was a little puzzled, the old Taoist priest said indifferently:

"Because I am a carriage that transports the silver of the fairy world, and the amount of silver that everyone who gets on the carriage carries can be increased tenfold when they get off. ”

The eyes of everyone present flashed with greed, and there was no suspicion at all. Lao Dao stroked his long beard and continued to add:

"But I also have two requirements, one is that this carriage is very human to drive, and people with spiritual roots must get on my carriage. Wait a while, you will stand in a row, let me take a look at them one by one, and I will pick out the destined people with spiritual roots. ”

"The second is that the silver must belong to me, and the rented silver goes into my carriage, because it does not carry your own breath, and it will be mixed with the silver, and it will never be recovered. ”

There was a lot of talk about it, and they hated themselves for eating and drinking, and they didn't have any cash on them. However, no one wants to be left behind when it comes to getting benefits.

This group of guys with the empty name of "literati and scholars" completely forgot the phrase "Zi Bu is silent and strange and confused", and stood in a long row, like a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, waiting for the review of the old Taoist.

The old Taoist pretended to stroke everyone's heads one by one, and when it was time for the strong scholar who killed people, he saw that the old Taoist's hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light.

In the envious eyes of everyone, the old Taoist priest promised a place for strong scholars, and said: "Seeing that you don't have much money, I'll find a few more people who are destined to get on the bus with you." ”

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist priest selected three more people and asked them to first hold their silver coins in their hands and get into the carriage.

The old road swept the dust, and set up a few array flags on the road outside the door, only to see that a heavy fog suddenly rose on the road, covering a radius of twenty or thirty meters away, and the fog inside was thick and silted, and the wind could not disperse.

The four of them got into the carriage nervously, and the old Taoist priest said two words to the horse's ear, and after a spiritual power, the horse neighed, and walked slowly into the fog.

People could neither see clearly in the fog nor hear the sound at all. After a while, the carriage came out of the fog again, but there were only three people left in it.

The three of them held large pieces of silver taels, and excitedly told what they had seen and heard in the fairy world. It is said that there are mountains of gold and silver, and there are groups of beautiful women. Two of them also quarreled because of the style of the fairy palace, which made the others even more itchy and anxious.

Without waiting for everyone to ask questions, the old Taoist priest took the lead in speaking:

"Just now, the Chilian Fairy told me that the strong scholar was taken by her, and she would stay in the fairy palace in the future to enjoy Qingfu, and would not return to the world in the future. ”

These words caused everyone to exclaim again, and the group of broken households gritted their teeth and jumped to their feet, only hating why it was not themselves who were favored by the fairy.

Bai Ze didn't believe this nonsense at all, mixed in the crowd, and looked out, only to see Yun Yun's aura rising from the old Dao body, several times stronger than the young man.

Look into the fog again, where is there any Asgard beauty. There was a golden armor man standing in the fog, and the other one who was putting on the golden armor was not the murderous scholar just now.

Although he was able to see through their tricks, Bai Ze saw that everyone was no less crazy than the cult gathering, so he wisely did not expose it.

And Lao Dao does know a little about spells, and he killed a group of them just now. Bai Ze thought for a moment, planning to get out of this courtyard first, and then make a plan.

While they were still outside the door, Bai Ze walked out of the crowd in a pretty voice, picked up the painting on the table, and handed it to the steward guarding the door. shirked that he had something to do at home, so he took his leave first.