After the dishes are served, the middle-aged man took away a large plate of braised meat with chopsticks, if it weren't for the fact that the latter was in a hurry and pulled it back, it is estimated that there would only be a portion of washing the dishes.

"Shibo, it's boring to eat a lot of vegetables all the time, let's chat, shall we?" Housheng hugged all the dishes to himself like a hen hatching eggs.

"Okay, then let's talk about the tomb on Qinghe Mountain. The middle-aged man was finally willing to put down his chopsticks.

The latter asked, "What grave? I haven't seen any graves on Qinghe Mountain?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "So this is the reason why your experience in the rivers and lakes is too shallow, you should have been to Qinghe Mountain several times, aren't you curious at all, why don't you have a tomb for such a large mountain?"

The offspring is as well-behaved as an obedient chicken.

"That's because now Taoists feel that if the corpse is buried under this Qinghe Mountain, it will damage the immortal energy on the mountain, and the Taoist priests are called Feisheng and ascend to the sky after death, and they don't value the corpse, so their corpses are concentrated in the Tiankeng Cave ten miles away from here, the hole is bottomless, and you can't hear the echo when you throw a stone into it, when you take it to see, you probably have to pee your pants!" the middle-aged man smiled.

Hou Sheng pushed out the plate of braised pork, and the middle-aged man grabbed another chopstick, and he also felt that this kid was good at business.

Then he talked about the second thing: "This second thing is that there is a person in Qinghe Mountain, if you know about it but you must not mention it, this is a taboo, you look at it, don't read it." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man dipped some wine in one hand and wrote two words on the table.

As soon as Hou Sheng glanced at it, the middle-aged man erased it.

"Shibo, this person... What's wrong?" said the afterlife's voice in a very low voice.

The middle-aged man said: "This person is the biggest sinner on the mountain now, but he was also the biggest hero on the mountain more than ten years ago." Let's talk about how he became a sinner, this person's crime is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, he killed a person, no, to be precise, a doppelganger. ”

"Whose doppelganger?" asked the later life.

The middle-aged man kept silent, pointed a finger to the sky, and smiled without saying a word.

"Uncle Shi, you are not kind, tell some half of the story. "The latter is very annoyed.

The middle-aged man sighed with a smile: "It's really that this person's position is too high, and he doesn't dare to call him by name." ”

Housheng only pushed a plate of stir-fried vegetables out this time, and he also came out with a large number of chopsticks.

The middle-aged man looked at the little greens left, and was angry and funny: "Nephew, eating at the same table with you is really worth every penny." ”

Hou Sheng said: "If Shibo is generous, I will be generous, and if Shibo is stingy, I feel stingy." ”

The middle-aged man could only give up: "Okay! This time there is something directly related to you." ”

The latter asked, "What?"

The middle-aged man touched his beard: "The content of the Taoist entrance test!"

Hou Sheng said disgustedly: "What's so strange about this, isn't it just writing with a pen, I started practicing a few years ago, and I am proficient in everything I do, and there is absolutely no problem." ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "If it is really that simple, this Taoist will enter the Tao, and it will not become a Confucian Taoist, but anyone who can write can directly enter the Tao and practice." ”

The latter asked, "Then what is the mystery of this initiation?"

The middle-aged man stared at the roast chicken in front of him.

The latter understood it and immediately pushed the roast chicken out.

The middle-aged man grabbed it and gnawed on it, swallowed a large sip of wine, and shouted loudly, not that the chicken was good, or the wine was good.

After the middle-aged man had almost eaten, he slowly came back to his senses and replied, "Well, you'll know it then." ”

Hou was angry and was about to pull back the plate of roast chicken, but there was only a pile of chicken bones left on the plate, so he had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

The plate in front of the middle-aged man was almost bottoming out, and he thought about the dishes that were born after him: "Nephew, don't you want to know, what is that person's biggest hero on the mountain?"

After life and death, he protected his last big pot of beef stew: "I don't want to, I don't want anything now, I just want to eat this beef stew by myself now." ”

After the jade fan Hou finished eating, he came to the small street alone, thinking back to the content of the Taoist test he heard: it is actually writing, so you have to buy some pen, ink, paper and inkstone to go back to practice, otherwise it will be a pity to be eliminated because the words are not up to par.

Passing by a fan workshop, the jade fan Hou stopped, there is no other good in his life, his favorite is the shaking wind, and this fan workshop is also called the shaking wind house.

Shaking the wind house, all kinds of fans, hung full, but no one came to greet them, thinking that the shopkeeper should be busy with others.

Yu Fan Hou was happy and walked around, he wanted to help Yu Shou pick a favorite light Luo fan, which could be regarded as a little thought for Yu Shou after his death.

"When she gets the fan, she will definitely cry: Ah, such a good man, he died before he saw it, what a pity! Haha!"

When the Jade Fan Hou was picking and choosing, a girl wearing a power bully came in, with a slender figure, moving slowly and slowly, like a hibiscus from a distant mountain.

The girl took a fan and turned to the jade fan.

Yu Fan Hou understood, this is to think of himself as a guy in this store.

"This is called Xiangfei, and it is made of Xiangfei bamboo. The Jade Fan Marquis was also happy to answer.

The girl stood with the fan for a while, put down the Xiangfei, took another handful, and supported it.

"This is called a small-waisted Arhat, and women are the most proud of it. Jade Fan Hou replied.

The girl shook it, looked it up and down, and put it down.

Yu Fan Hou thought to himself: Don't look at a word and don't say a word, it's diligent to pick things.

At last the girl bent down and picked out a handful of smooth and round Merlot Heqing in a corner, looked at it carefully, and jumped a little with the fan and the golden lotus.

Now I must be satisfied.

The girl held her beloved fan in both hands and jumped in front of the jade fan Hou one step at a time, and this time she spoke.

The voice seemed to bite down every word and round it before it came out.

"How much does this cost?"

As soon as he heard this voice, Yu Fan Hou was like a lightning strike: This soft and glutinous accent is not the girl who almost buried himself alive in the hot spring pool.

At this time, a voice came from outside the Shaking Wind House: "Miss, it's time to go, otherwise the master will be looking for him again in a while." ”

The girl waited for the Jade Fan Hou to speak, but she didn't want this person to be like a piece of wood, and she couldn't move for half a minute, so in a hurry, the girl stuffed a piece of Meng Jin into the Jade Fan Hou, and floated out like a willow in the wind.

It took a while for the Jade Fan Hou to come back to his senses: fortunately, there was no sound in the pool that day, otherwise it would be difficult to have all the mustaches and tails.

Putting down the ingot Meng Jin in the store, the Jade Fan Hou hurriedly bought a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and fled back to the inn, for fear of meeting the girl again.

On the cloud-filled Qinghe Mountain, a straight to the top of the mountain is built to climb the heavenly steps, the steps have 10,000 steps, people stand under the Qinghe Mountain, can not see the end, can only see the climbing steps in the mountainside and are hidden by the clouds and mist, it is difficult to see the scene on the mountain again.

Today, in an open space under Qinghe Mountain, about a few thousand people gathered, and they all had the same purpose, that is, the Taoist entrance test.

The Jade Fan Hou looked at the heavy figures in front of him, and compared with the previous Tianchan Temple's entry into the Tao, this Taoist ancestral mountain is really extraordinary, although the Tianchan Temple is only a branch of the Shijia Temple, but such a comparison is also predictable, when the Taoist suppresses the Shijia is not a star and a half.

In front of the open space, there is a pavilion, the pavilion is hung with bamboo curtains all around, a row of Taoist priests stands in front of the pavilion, is beckoning a group of people to wait in line, soon thousands of them will be divided into more than a dozen long dragons, the front into a row one by one from the Taoist priest received a special pen, ink, paper and inkstone, soon Youda square, according to the square standing full of people.

A Taoist priest in Tsing Yi in front of him, after seeing that everything was arranged, asked for instructions from the bamboo curtain: "Uncle Murong, everything has been arranged, can you start the test now?" ”

A voice shook out of the bamboo curtain: "Hmm!"

It was as if everyone present had heard the sound coming from their side.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi looked around, and said in a loud voice: "The content of today's Taoist test, please use the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone we sent, and play at will, or pictures or words, half an hour later, the results of the Taoist test will be distributed, and the test will start now!"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, so I took a pen and wrote on the paper.

Yu Fan Hou took the pen and ink paper inkstone he led, the paper is black, there seems to be a black particle on the paper, the pen is no different from the ordinary brush, but the ink is white, he took the pen and casually glued a little ink on the black paper to write one, and there was no strange thing to find, and his usual practice is the same, Yu Fan Hou was puzzled, so he used the internal strength to try the written test, and there was still no reaction, that is, he usually wrote.

He looked left and right, everyone was holding the word in the painting, and there was no partition, that could only mean that the content of the writing was not important, or it could be smeared on the paper casually, he saw a martial artist on the left, who was carefully drawing one stroke at a time, and the Jade Fan Hou was curious about what he was painting so seriously, he glanced at it, and he was so shocked that he grinned, the husband was painting the black paper white one by one.

Since the content doesn't matter, it's not the color of the words written on the paper.

He looked again, and saw that what everyone had written on the paper with a pen was plain white, without any difference.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, a picture flashed in his mind, it was almost the time of the two pillars of incense, and some people didn't have a single white spot on the black paper, did they not write or couldn't write at all?

He was just about to chase the images in his memory to find the few people who only had black paper in front of him, when he suddenly heard a wild scream.

"Ah!!!! why can't I write it!! did you send it by mistake, come and help me take a look!!"

A tall, lanky man was yelling.

Then the Taoist priests on the left and right of the pavilion just watched from the front as if they hadn't heard.

The thin and tall man continued to shout: "I have been preparing for three years!! what elixir and divine stones have been eaten for three years!! just for today!! I can't write it!! why can't I write it!!"

The tall and thin man took the brush that was almost bald, and poked frantically on the black paper, but there was not a single white dot on the black paper.

There was a descendant standing next to the thin and tall man, the same one that the Jade Fan Marquis had seen in the inn that day, and at this time, the clothes of the posterior were soaked, as if someone had poured a bucket of water on his head.