With these few words, the two came to the door of the main hall with a smile and a smile. Looking at Li Xinglin and Cao Ru's unfinished prayers, You Zi knelt and sat in front of the statue of Sanqing, and the two waited outside the door.

Jiang Li saw Cao Ru sitting on the futon with his hand pinching the Taoist trick, his round face was solemn, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, thinking that according to his senior sister's temper, it was a god blocking and killing gods and Buddhas, obviously not believing in gods and Buddhas, but now this appearance is more real than the most devout believers.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li stood behind Cao Ru and grimaced with disdain, then went to pick up the pillar of incense, and stood behind the two of them pretending to recite a well-spoken prayer.

Daoist Xu Mi was nervous for a long time, and saw that the kid was finally honest and honest, and he didn't embarrass the ill-fated threshold again. He put his heart down, squinted his eyes again, and stood aside to concentrate on ringing the bell and chanting. I inadvertently heard the kid's humming and chirping sound in the wind, and under the slight swaying of his body, he almost shook the wrong bell and sang the wrong scripture.

"Master Sanqing, you know about this today, so I don't need to say more. If you really have a miracle, you must bless me when I go back to the mountain next time I don't get killed by Qiqi, of course, it is better to help me strip her clothes, otherwise the next time I come back, I will strip you naked. Also, Wu Xu'er, a little goblin, you have to take care of it. ”

Listening to those prayers that didn't know the importance of the words, and then looking at the gritted teeth of the young man when he worshiped incense, Xu Mi's face was strange, thinking that this guy would talk nonsense in front of Sanqing Daozun, and he didn't know what disrespectful words would be, and if he couldn't make it provoking Daozun to surrender, he would fall into the sky.

Thinking of this, he sighed, stopped his hand, put the rattle into his sleeve and carefully put it away, then turned sideways and glared at Jiang Li fiercely, but no matter how hard those triangular eyes worked, the divine light revealed was more than cunning, and the majesty was insufficient, and there was no deterrent to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li didn't know, looked at Cao Ru and slowly got up with Li Xinglin in his arms, and said with a satisfied smile, "Old Daoist, after reciting the scriptures, you can go and shake the lot this time." ”

Xu Midao swayed lightly, swept back and forth on the placket of his clothes a few times, and finally changed into a calm expression of a worldly master, seeing that at this moment the city lord Li and his wife were ready, so he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Please also ask the three of you to go to the side hall with me." ”

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"Little boy, don't be too obsessed, always stare at those red sticks. It is not harmful to enter the Taoist temple and learn the quiet inaction of Taoism. ”

Jiang Li, who was broken by Xu Mi's thoughts, smiled, thinking that this old way really has some doorways, and I don't know where I saw that I had the idea of cheating by relying on mental power.

Once it is said to be broken, it will be boring to try Lao Qian again. Jiang Li retracted his senses, this time he finally held the stick holder in front of his chest honestly like an ordinary pilgrim, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and raised his hand.

It didn't take long for a bamboo stick to jump out of the tube and land on the table with a slight sound.

Jiang Li picked up the bamboo stick, and saw that the signature text read, "The ancestors Kanglong got water". He read it carefully, and didn't understand its meaning, so he handed the bamboo stick to Xu Mi Daochang, and saw how the old fox tricked and deceived him into saying a flower.

Xu Mi looked at the sign in his hand, put it back in the holder, and then asked, "Little boy can ask for this sign?" ”

"Searching for someone."

Xu Mi raised his eyes and looked at the three people in front of him, with a slight look of surprise in his eyes, and said, "Although this lottery is the winning lottery, it can be up and down." ”

"If the son has nothing to ask for, this sign is really middle-upper, and he can accept it if he sees it, and he will be at peace with it." Xu Mi sighed slightly, and said sharply, "However, if the son asks for something, this sign is the middle lot." ”

"The interpretation of this sign is supple and quiet, and the six lines of Kun are all auspicious; Yin is stronger than yang, not afraid of the regret of the dragon. When the son has nothing to ask for, his fortune is very prosperous, and he can turn evil into good fortune, and he is auspicious in distress, but this deliberate request is destined to be unsought. You can only get a little something, and you can't be obsessed too much. ”

Jiang Li was slightly surprised, and when he turned his head to look at Li Xinglin and Cao Ru, he could also see the look of surprise on each other's faces. Xu Mi's interpretation is different from the charlatans that Jiang Li originally imagined, there is no plausible wit, let alone an ominous temptation, and the meaning of this signature is clearly explained in a few simple sentences, and the point is straight to the point.

Thinking about the assassination on the street a few days ago, the second prince finally intervened, but it didn't just respond to the eight words of Chengxiang, who was killed in the face of evil. Jiang Li frowned slightly, he had never believed in numerology, thinking that if everything in the world was already doomed, then he could only eat and wait for death to struggle, but at this time, looking at this sign, his face couldn't help but show an unbelievable look.

Xu Mi seemed to see through Jiang Xuan's thoughts, and said with a slight smile, "The fortune is roughly like this, but the heavens are changing rapidly, and there are many variables among them. ”

Jiang Li felt justified when he heard this, and at this moment, he looked at the thin old man in front of him, and no longer had the previous contempt and slackness, but solemnly bowed and said seriously, "Thank you, the elder of the channel." ”

Xu Mi smiled, returned the salute, hesitated slightly when he straightened up, and said hesitantly, "That Huogong Daoist has left Qingfeng Temple the day before yesterday, and it seems that he will not return." ”

Jiang Li's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "This can also be calculated?!" ”

"How can it work like this? But I am not a fool of the poor road, you asked about the people in detail, and just now outside the door, you asked the apprentice about the room where the fire worker lived in the door. With the lot you just asked, can't you still guess it? It's just that this Taoist friend has always been silent, and he lives in a simple place and rarely interacts with people, how can he have an intersection with the little boy? ”

Li Xinglin said the important assassination a few days ago, only to hear Xu Midao grow up to be surprised, even the two squinted eyes seemed to be a little round, and after a moment of silence, he said abruptly, "Don't hide a few, if the city lord asked me a month earlier, I really can't say that I can come." Guanli has always only known that this fireworker is very obsessed with alchemy, but he does not know that his harmony in painting is extremely profound. It was only half a month ago that he occasionally discovered that the sketches he had made in his leisure time were vivid and extraordinary, and when he was chatting, he had retouched several portraits hanging in the main hall, and he did not know that he had completely disdainful of these predecessors in his words, and only said that he had repainted them with me in a few days. ”

"It's a pity that such a thing happened, and it seems that this portrait thing is fate after all."

Xu Midao sighed, and only swept the dust in his hand up and down, unable to sweep away a lot of troubles.

You must know that Qingfeng Temple is only a well-known Taoist temple in the south of the city, and it seems that except for the oolong of seeking children many years ago, there has never been any scenery left in the memory of Nanshao people. If it weren't for the local chronicles, I'm afraid no one would believe that this Taoist temple hidden in the valley and jungle has been incense for thousands of years.

The green walls and gray tiles are shabby but not dilapidated.

Whether it is the expansion of Taoist temples or the reshaping of the golden body, these Taoists have never even thought about it. It is only natural to tinker year after year, as if people are dying with this Taoist temple.

It's just that the incense fumigation of those hanging paintings in the hall has accumulated countless years, and the original bright tones have gradually faded, appearing blurry and dull, and there are many warped scrolls in the corners, but I am afraid that it will not last too many years.

So knowing that a painter had lived in the temple for a few years, and he didn't let him replace the paintings in the view, Xu Midao sighed for a long time, regretting that his intestines were blue. It's just that when I turned my head and thought that this was related to the crime of harboring the spies of Northern Qi, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"It's really from Northern Qi, no wonder this accent is very weird." Xu Mi pondered for a moment, according to Li Xinglin's statement, this Huogongdao accent, sound, and painting furniture corresponded one by one, and it should be an assassin accomplice from Northern Qi.

It's just that this Huogong Taoist has lived in Qingfeng Temple for several years, and he has passed messages through pilgrims back and forth, if it weren't for a portrait showing his feet, who would have imagined that there was a secret pile of Northern Qi spies here in Qingfeng Temple. I have to say that these spies are extremely alert and alert, and before anyone asks for them, they have sensed the danger in advance and withdrawn in advance.

Li Xinglin didn't have much hope for this, so he sent some people to do a good job of making a routine investigation of the records, after all, the spies who could be sent to the southern Xinjiang area were probably just idle chess pieces from the Northern Qi Dynasty, and they really didn't play a big role. He looked at the side room wrapped in the shadow of the tree, and said, "Dao Chief, that fire worker Daoist's room can be easily allowed for me to investigate." ”

"The door is not locked, and City Lord Li is at his own convenience." Thinking that the suspect is in his own view, he should avoid suspicion, not to mention that the city lord's words do not mean to let himself go with him. Daoist Xu Mi lightly brushed the dust and motioned for Mu Tan to take Li Xinglin and his party thereto.

The half-shaded side room was not as dark and damp as expected, but rather a little refreshing, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance in the air, which smelled good. There is a long table at the entrance of the room, on which is placed a teapot and a cup, as well as pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc., all the furnishings have been cleaned, leaving no traces.

"That fireworker lives here on weekdays, and rarely comes out during the day, and those smells are left by the medicinal materials he used for alchemy." Mu Tan stood at the table, pointed to the things on the table, and introduced, "I've never seen him draw anything, and I always thought these were just decorations." ”

Further inside, there is a wooden single bed next to the wall, which is very simple. The head of the bed is next to the north window, through which you can see the signing table in the side hall.

Jiang Li withdrew his eyes from the window and nodded to Li Xinglin, indicating that this was undoubtedly the place.