Chapter 236: The Monk Asks for Directions
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It turns out that the mystery of the bloated body lies in this.
The young woman deliberately threw the ingot of silver high and squinted at the old man, looking very proud. Unexpectedly, my grandfather, who has always loved money like his life, frowned at this moment, muttered silently, didn't move his eyes, and was not interested in it.
Having money is equal to having wine, for this old man who is addicted to alcohol, it is something that can make him desperate, so seeing the strange reaction of the old man, the woman immediately became curious and wanted to explore one or two.
However, the silver had to be hidden first, after all, in addition to the old man's addiction to alcohol, petty theft is also a must. This is the silver she finally came from, and if it is squandered by the old man for such a reason, even she will be hungry.
The young woman hid the silver, and then walked up to the old man with light steps, and suddenly grimaced at him. At this moment, the old man was very worried, and he was frightened by this, and he couldn't help screaming, and sat on the ground, causing the woman to laugh.
"You little girl, it's really getting more and more disagreeable, and you don't know how to respect the elderly. Oops, pity my little waist bone, I'm afraid it's going to break. Quick, help me up. The old man opened his mouth and scolded, then sighed, stretched out his right hand, gently rubbed his lower back, lowered his head and frowned, looking unbearable pain.
The young woman's eyes narrowed, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile, and then she moved her footsteps, walked to the old man's side, stretched out her hand and leaned over.
Just as the woman's hand was about to touch the old man, the old man's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the two small eyes kept turning, as if he had changed a person, and he was extremely shrewd. The right hand that was slowly rubbing the back of the waist seemed to be transformed by a spiritual snake, and with a bending and twisting, it leaned towards the woman's waist.
"Smack"
A soft sound sounded, and the old man's right hand stopped motionless in mid-air, and there were five finger red spots on the back of his hand, as if he had been hit by someone.
"Hehe, my good grandfather, if you want to steal money, can't you change your tricks? In the past few years, these few tricks, even if I am a three-year-old child, I know that you are not at ease when I see you pretending to be pitiful. The young woman flicked her right hand, straightened up, and smiled coldly at the old man.
"Oh, I'm old, my brain is not as flexible as you young people, so I can only eat the old book. The old man's actions were broken by the woman, and he was not ashamed. I only heard him sigh, shook his right hand, and then lay down, jumped down, and a carp came to stand up.
"It's strange to say, grandpa, your age is obviously not young, how can you give Xian'er the feeling that she is always not sick or painful, and she has a body of diamond iron. Looking at your thin appearance, it's impossible, are you the rumored martial arts cultivator in the market?"
"Hey, didn't I say it a long time ago, my name is Zhang Banxian, that's the title of an immortal, how can an immortal get sick?
"Oh, it's funny. Since you are so powerful, grandpa, why do people call you an old warlock and a charlatan every time you go out to divination? ā
"You don't understand this, you can't leak it. And the consequence of too much leakage of the heavenly machine will be a loss of yang longevity. My original intention was not bad, I just wanted to fill my stomach and beg for a bowl of wine to drink, and sometimes, there was no need to really open the eyes of those dignitaries... ā
Seeing that the old man looked leisurely and complacent, knowing that he was going to brag and reason again, the young woman looked light, patted the dust on her body, entered the official road alone, and went east, ignoring it anymore.
"Alas, what are you doing in the east? If you don't make money, why are you going? Don't you see the thunder there? Where are you going, it's a long life!" the old man asked when he saw the young woman's actions, and immediately raised his voice, ran in small steps, and stood in front of the woman.
The woman shrugged her shoulders and said, "Since you make money in the name of the immortals, you naturally have to do a good deed for the immortals every day, and you can accumulate some yin virtue at the worst." I don't want to go to the underworld after I die, and the king of Hades asks me what I have done in my life, and I say that I can't be cheated and cheated?
"It's not your turn to do good, it's still a few miles to the east, how long will it take you to walk there? Even if someone there is injured, by the time you get there, that person will already burp. More is better than less, let's go back and have a full meal in the city. The old man took the woman's arm and dragged her to the west.
"But,Didn't I also receive the favor of my son back then.,That's why... ā
The handsome face of a young man flashed in the woman's mind, and her heart moved, and her face was slightly red. But as soon as she said a few words, she heard the sound of the wind howling overhead, and the voice of a middle-aged man came slowly from above.
"Who are you, and why are you here?"
The old and young were shocked when they heard this, and looked up, only to see two middle-aged people in different costumes floating in the air, with robes fluttering in the wind, very chic. At this moment, the two monks were looking down at the two of them with cold expressions.
When the young woman saw the flying monk for the first time, her brain immediately became confused, and she kept repeating every move of a young man, a little distracted, unable to speak.
The old man stepped forward at this time, blocked in front of the woman, smiled with a smile on his face, and said to the two monks in the sky: "Little old man Zhang Yunzi, nicknamed Zhang Banxian, is actually a warlock and fortune teller. This is my granddaughter, Cheng Xiaoxian, I and other mortals are shallow and sloppy, and I hope the two immortals will forgive me. ā
After speaking, the old man stretched out his hand and pressed the woman's head, and the two of them saluted the two of them in mid-air.
Seeing that the old man was in a low voice, it seemed to be very suitable for the appetite of the two monks in the sky, the two glanced at each other, immediately sneered, his expression softened, and continued to ask: "What is the situation ahead just now, let's hear it." ā
The old man didn't dare to hide it, and immediately said it.
"Black and white lightning, what is that?" said a monk to himself, his tone full of surprise.
The old man stammered and replied: "These two immortals have extraordinary insight, and they don't know the origin of this thing, and the little old man is just a mortal, how can he know it." ā
The two monks felt that what the old man said was reasonable, and nodded slightly.
The other monk said to the old man in a soft voice, "In this case, there is a lot of danger ahead, so you better go back first, and let me wait until I see it clearly, and then it will not be too late to take this path." ā
As soon as the words fell, the two monks disappeared together, turned into blue and red beams, and flew away to the east. In just a few moments, two rays of light flew out for miles and fell quickly from the sky.
"Grandpa, those people are really the rumored monks? I remember that my son-in-law is a monk! I heard Sister Lin'er say that Gongzi was still a genius of spiritual and martial arts, but later, for some reason, he suddenly left the Zhaoxian Pavilion and was never seen again, and he has never been heard from since. The young woman came back to her senses at this time, and saw the blue and red beams in the distance, her eyes flickering, full of yearning.
"What's so good about cultivating immortals, just like mortals fighting and killing, and deceiving me. If I had a choice, I would rather live an ordinary mortal life, eat and drink every day, do whatever I want, no one cares, and be more comfortable. Little girl, don't think about it, you don't have a spiritual root on you, your grandfather and I won't be wrong about this. The corners of the old man's mouth curled, revealing a touch of self-satisfaction.