Probably something happened, and the entrance of the village was quiet. Azu trotted all the way here, but there was no one to see, and he was a little out of breath.

Today's sun is exceptionally poisonous. If you don't know it, you can't find the shadow of rhubarb.

It's quiet.

Running here, in fact, there are some ghosts who make a difference. Azu probably thought that finding this old Taoist would solve the suspicion of this fire disaster, but he didn't know where the old Taoist would appear, and he just wanted to try his luck here.

I looked around, but I didn't see the rickety figure. Azu felt a little lost in his heart, and he was already a little tired. The little kid pouted his legs, collapsed under the tree, closed his eyes, and took a break to take advantage of the coolness.

Strange to say, when lying down, the sense of coolness swept in. The summer breeze that had not been seen for half a day suddenly rose, blowing comfortably and tightly for Azu.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable. Azu replied with his eyes closed. Thinking that something was wrong, I opened my eyes and saw that it was the old man from yesterday, laughing there.

After looking at it, the old road has not changed much, it is still a broken robe, a dust, and a small flag with fortune telling written on it.

Azu was surprised, he hadn't seen this old way just now, but after a while, he seemed to conjure it out of thin air.

"It's you, old man!"

Lao Dao was not angry, and the smile on his wrinkled face was really not good-looking: "Little donor, it's me." ”

Azu suddenly had strength in his body and jumped up.

"Old man, do you know ......?"

"There's a fire in the village?" Before Azu finished speaking, Lao Dao snatched his words.

Azu's eyes lit up, this old Taoist really knew something. As a result, the old man came back with a sentence: "Immeasurable Tianzun, what the poor Dao saw in the village, what a big smoke." ”

"You ......" Azu was choked speechless, "Do you know that Amin's cattle have been burned to death?"

Lao Dao's eyes narrowed into a slit, but he said slowly: "Poor Dao is sad and sad. ”

Azu glared: "You knew there would be this fire, didn't you?"

"Hehe, the little donor looks up. The poor road is considered a disaster of wealth, but it is not a flood and fire. ”

What Lao Dao said didn't look like a lie, but Azu felt angry.

"You know he has a disaster of wealth again, why don't you help him?"

"Yesterday I reminded the two little donors, but they never listened. Lao Dao shook slightly.

Azu was stunned for a moment, yesterday the old Taoist said that wealth is not a good thing, but at that time, the two of them were supposed to be and deceived people, and they didn't take it into their hearts.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. The fire of the poor Taoist temple is a karmic fire. The little donor didn't help, but he didn't have to be discouraged. ”

Now that the karmic fire is gone, the little donor can be relieved. "The old way said at a glance.

"Karmic fire, what is karmic fire?" asked Azu.

"The little donor is still young, and he will naturally know after a few years. "With both hands together, the old way has sold a pass.

Azu's heart was scratching badly. There were a lot of questions piled up in my heart, and Lao Dao became even more irritable: "Then don't you know how to tell fortunes, help me calculate who set the fire." ”

"Little donor, poor fortune-telling is laborious, but it does have to be charged. ”

Azu glared, but Lao Dao pursed the corners of his mouth immortally, looking like a god stick.

"You want money?"

"The poor are not greedy for money. ”

"You want clothes?"

"Poor Dao is enough to wear a Taoist robe. ”

"And what exactly do you want?"

The old Taoist eyes have a divine light, but he stares at Azu a little hairy.

"Poor Dao, I want to borrow the Tao Te Ching from the donor's house to use!"

Azu's heart was condensed. Tao Te Ching, isn't it the one that you said about your own family heirlooms?

The Tao Te Ching, Xu Si'an, repeatedly told him to keep it. Although Azu was a little unimpressed, he still hid the book under his pillow and never talked about it to outsiders. Even a friend like Ah Ming didn't mention the family heirloom, so this old man naturally couldn't hear about it.

Is it calculated? Is this old man so powerful?

Azu looked at Lao Dao and shook his head: "That's my family's heirloom, you can change the conditions." ”

"Hehe, the poor road is only borrowed for one use, and the stool will be returned to the original owner after use, and the little donor doesn't have to worry. Lao Dao made another gesture, and the smile on his face was even worse.

"And what if you don't pay it back?"

"The little donor can rest assured that the poor Taoist is a monk, and he is true to his word. ”

Azu's eyes rolled, and he snorted, "I don't believe it......!

"Unless what?"

"Unless you teach me fortune-telling!"

Lao Dao frowned, and muttered in his mouth: "Little donor, this technique can't be ...... in a few days."

"I don't care, if you don't teach me, if you don't teach me, I'll leave!" Azu seemed to have grasped the handle of the old way, and he had the posture of following Xu's mother to the vegetable market to bargain.

Lao Dao's lips closed and opened, but he couldn't say anything.

Azu saw his appearance, he was angry, and he was about to step out with his two calves.

"Wait. ”

Hearing this, Azu knew that the old man was going to admit it, and turned his head with a smile, but he saw that the old man was solemn, and took the small flag with fortune telling written on it and spread it on the ground. Strange to say, the little flag looked no bigger than a turban when it was on the old man's body, but when it was taken off like this, it was spread out in three or four directions, enough for several people to sit down.

Lao Dao was sitting on the side of the small flag, but it was a standard meditation sitting, with his eyes closed, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and the old god was there.

"Little benefactor, sit. ”

Lao Dao's voice didn't change much, but suddenly there was a strange temperament, as if it was a very majestic feeling. Azu listened inexplicably and sat down.

"Little donor, do you really want to learn the fortune-telling method of the poor way?"

Azu stared at Lao Dao's mouth, obviously not moving much, but the voice came from all directions. I was a little surprised in my heart, but I felt even more extraordinary.

"Yes. Azu's voice was firm.

Lao Dao's body is still not moving: "The law is not spread." Little donor, if you want to learn this method, you have to be a poor apprentice. ”

Wouldn't that be a Taoist priest like you?

Azu thought to himself, but he hesitated a little. I heard people say that Taoist priests can only chant scriptures and meditate every day, giving people practices. And he can only eat vegetarian food every day and sleep overnight.

Lao Dao opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face: "Little donor, you are insincere." ”

"I'm sincere!" said Azu at once, "but...... I don't want to be a Taoist. ”

Lao Dao shook his head and looked at Azu: "Be sincere and get the Fa, little donor." Haven't you heard the story of Liu Xuande's three visits to the thatched house?"

"Yes. Azu nodded, but the story of the Three Kingdoms was often told by teachers in Mengxue.

"That Liu Xuande already has an imperial appearance, but he still has to look at the thatched house three times to invite Kong Ming out of the mountain. If you are not sincere, how can you learn my fortune-telling method?"

Emperor Phase?

Azu doesn't seem to understand.

"Well, you can't learn this method. "The old way is about to stand up.

"Don't don't ......" Azu stayed, but he was in a hurry. "Then you help me calculate first, and I'll come here tomorrow to give you that book?"

Lao Dao stopped moving, but his eyes were bright: "Really?"

Azu gritted his teeth: "Really." ”

"Okay, poor Dao will believe in the little donor. But the old way is to bend over and sit down, listen to the meditation.

Azu was about to take a good look, but a breeze hit. The dust of the old way was originally thrown on the ground, but it flew up and returned to the hands of the old way.

As soon as his gaze was high, Azu lowered his head, but found that he was also floating, floating steadily in the air, amazed.

Look at the old way, but it is also the posture of meditation, floating in the air like Azu.

Azu looked around, but found that it was all a white fog, and he couldn't see anything. I can't see the old trees, I can't see the benches at the entrance of the alley, and I can't even see the ground.

Lao Dao muttered in his mouth, reading something, very unclear. Azu's eyes were clear, but he couldn't hear anything. I only knew that the old Tao began to read slowly, and then the more he read it, the faster he spoke, and the speed of his speech was amazing.

Azu knew that he was reciting a spell, as it was said in those martial arts novels.

Suddenly, Lao Dao's eyes opened, and his eyes were full of divine light. With a wave of dust in his hand, the light flashed in an instant, but the surroundings suddenly darkened.

It was a starry sky! The stars of the heavens floated in it like fireflies. Azu felt that this was a little different from the starry sky he usually saw at night, but as for what was different, Azu couldn't say.

Azu had a bright star in front of him, and Azu stretched out his hand to touch it, but he didn't touch anything, just passed through.

"Little donor, you can't touch it. ”

Azu withdrew his hand in embarrassment, a little embarrassed.

The old man smiled, but with a wave of his hand, the heavens and stars were like stars circulating in the sky, each of them turning along the track.

Azu was dazzled, and his eyeballs were about to pop out, but the old way was unhurried, as if he was watching the starry sky.

Azu didn't know how long it was, but he was a little tired from looking at the stars. It's just that the old road waved the dust, the sky changed suddenly, and when they came back to their senses, the two were still under the old tree.

"Little donor, the poor road is over. Lao Dao said with a smile.

Azu muttered a little: "It's over, but I haven't seen anything but the stars." ”

"Huh. Lao Dao smiled and shook his head.

If you don't have stargazing, you should just enjoy the scenery.

"Who is the arsonist?" asked Azu urgently.

"Not people. ”

"Isn't it a human?" Azu looked at Lao Dao, a little skeptical, "But Dad said that it wasn't a natural disaster." ”

"It's not a natural disaster, but it's not necessarily a man-made disaster. "The old man pretends to be a ghost.

"Okay, okay, you just say who it is. Azu really can't stand the character of this old Taoist who loves to sell Guanzi, just like the storyteller, he just talked about the highlights with his eyes wide open, and suddenly said a sentence "Let's listen to the next decomposition", which makes people not annoyed.

Lao Dao looked at the old tree on the side, nodded, and inexplicably recited a poem: "The phoenix perches on the sycamore, and the golden crow falls into the Fusang!"

After thinking about it, he felt that Azu didn't understand, but he turned back to Azu and smiled: "Little donor, I said, the arson is a big bird that can only breathe fire, do you believe it?"

Azu was stunned: "Really?"

"Really. ”

"If you catch it, I'll believe it. ”

"Believe it or not, Poor Dao has already told you anyway, believe it or not. As long as you take the Tao Te Ching and ......"

Lao Dao made it clear that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Aren't you very powerful, you can catch it, and I will give you the Tao Te Ching. ”

Lao Dao's face was a little dark, but he was a little embarrassed.

"Poor roads can't beat ......"