There is a young Taoist who is telling a story!

The autumn wind rustles the maple leaves all over the mountain, and the fiery red maple leaves flutter in the autumn wind, forming a magnificent scene.

He, Zhao Xiaomeng was still unsatisfied, looking out of the withered window, but asked at the end: "But I may be able to kill you." ”

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and felt that the disciple under the seat looked very reasonable, stroked his beard triumphantly, smiled slightly, and then pretended to cough a few times.

There's a young Taoist who is telling a story!

The pile of new books I read last time was left under the vines of the old tree, and I didn't think about it for a long time before I remembered to look for it, but the book was no longer there, and it was a flower. In a bustling corner, the book is too silent, the flowers are too splendid, should you look at the beauty of the flowers or read the old books? Ladies and gentlemen, you have seen enough of all kinds of absurd dramas staged in the ukiyo, but you will deign to go to the old teahouse to ask the hospitable Xiao Er to have some snacks, full of anticipation for the upcoming drama......

The art of storytelling is that there is a young Taoist who is telling stories, his name is Zhao Xiaomeng!

On a sunny afternoon, when everything seemed so natural, Zhao Xiaomeng, a poor scholar who liked to read, passed by a fortune-telling stall in a hurry. The fortune teller is a young Taoist priest wearing an old Taoist robe, with a straight waist, sitting in the center behind the desk, wearing a high crown, like a blooming lotus flower, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons!

After the young Taoist seemed to be careless when he saw the young man in a hurry, he hurriedly greeted: "Young man, don't miss it when you pass by, come and come, draw a divination lot, I will help you calculate a hexagram for you, and I can help you predict good fortune and evil"!

Zhao Xiaomeng, a poor scholar, did not stop his steps, because he was still there, and he was afraid of delaying his business, but he still turned his head and waved his hand impatiently.

The young Taoist still didn't give up, he got up from the chair that made a squeaky sound, leaned forward slightly, and raised his voice softly, "Young man, in the past, I used to calculate and interpret the fortunes for others, and I wanted to charge ten yuan, but now I will make an exception and only charge you three yuan!" However, if you draw a lottery, you might as well add another dollar as happy money, if the luck is too good, it is a lottery, then I will only charge you five yuan, how about it? ”

The poor scholar who had already walked into the distance, Zhao Xiaomeng stopped, and the young Taoist had already stood up quickly, and said loudly: "The sun is scorching in the afternoon, and the heart is impetuous, young people should guard against arrogance and rashness, don't lose your temper." Okay, you're the first guest, I'll just be a good person to the end. If you are too unlucky, draw the next lottery, I will write some yellow paper talismans for free, can help you pray for the ancestors, accumulate yin virtue, with the ability and ability of the poor way, I dare not say that you will be able to invest in a rich and noble good family, but at least you can get an extra one or two points of blessing reward, after all, you need to try. Isn't it? ”

Zhao Xiaomeng, a poor scholar, was stunned, turned around and returned to his original position in disbelief, and sat on the bench that was quite firm in front of the fortune-telling booth!

A humorous young Taoist priest, a poor sour boy, two poor bastards, sitting opposite each other...