The border city of Qubai is divided according to the district, there are four in total, most of the ordinary people live in the north of the city, near Fuxing in the city is the deep residence of the government and several local magnates, and the southwest two sides are the main commercial streets of Qubai, full of restaurants and tea shops. The Wei River, which flows through the northwest, passes through the outside of the city, and although it is not wide, it is deep and tight.

There are many families with the surname Qu Bai, but only the Chang family and the Xiao family can really have the right to speak here. The Xiao family, naturally needless to say, first relied on smuggling soldiers in the northern border of Daxia, and later after becoming bigger, his family slowly transferred the industry to agricultural business, and now it has been operating in Qubai and several surrounding cities and counties for more than a hundred years, almost penetrating into every bit of Qubai in all walks of life. In the words of the locals, it is to scoop a spoonful of wine from any small workshop, which is also the taste of the Xiao family.

The Qubai Changjia started late, and it was a distant branch of the Kyoto Changjia until Emperor Longqing ascended the throne that it gradually began to take root in Qubai. However, the Chang family also has a start, and the highest county magistrate of Qubai is Chang Weirong, the third-generation head of the Chang family, who has been operating here for more than 30 years, leading the military and government affairs of Qubai and several surrounding small counties. In the past 20 years, as Chang Weirong has gained a firm foothold in Qubai, the Chang family has also purchased a lot of industries here.

In front of the widest houses in the middle of the city were extremely deep alleys, paved with bluestone floors six or seven fingers thick, which had already blended deeply with the white earth after being weighed down by the tall northwest black-cone horses and heavy carts.

A Lingding disaster star like Nian An, let alone stepping into some deep doors and high barriers, I am afraid that if I go to the door of those giant mansions and shake it, I may also be chased out by the housekeeper evil slave.

Nian An has always been very well-behaved, and he never even goes to look at those sons and daughters of the family. So even if he had something urgent today, he had to hurry up and go to Qingyang Mountain to see the immortal chief surnamed Yu, and he had to rush to the Jushi Building to work in the afternoon, he still chose to bypass those powerful mansions and go to Qingyang Mountain along a side alley.

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"That's what you call the little poor half-demon who lost his parents?" In a house in the middle of Fuxing Street, two people dressed as sons were sipping fragrant tea in the viewing pavilion surrounded by a bamboo forest. In the alley, which was almost empty in the morning light in the distance, the figure of the young man was particularly eye-catching.

The man who had just spoken was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he had just bathed and had casually scattered his medium-length black hair over his shoulders. Although this person's appearance is ordinary, but his bearing is glanced at from the side, but it is also the taste of the big man surnamed Gao. This person's name is Chang Qiushi, and he is the fourth son of Chang Weirong in Qubaidu County.

The man next to Chang Qiushi was sitting upright in a green shirt, looking down and sniffing the fragrance of March black cinnamon in his hand.

"The young man's name is Nian'an. Ren Nanhua was reluctant to leave Wugui, stood up and looked north curiously.

The half-demon boy would run to a street corner, and was obscured by an ox cart pulling goods in the morning.

"Nian'an?" Chang Qiushi tasted the name with great interest, and seemed to think it was not bad, so he lowered his head and sipped the fragrant tea.

As soon as the tea entered his mouth, Chang Qiushi stretched out his right index finger and lightly buckled it three times on the carved ebony table in front of him.

The good maid who was waiting outside hurriedly bowed her head and came in to change the water for the two sons.

"Fourth Young Master, Young Master Cousin, please use water. The maid's voice was as graceful as that of a yellow bird.

Seeing this, Ren Nanhua turned around, helped him, and thanked him.

"Not particular. Chang Qiushi scolded with a smile, and symbolically grabbed a handful of the calf of the maid who was secretly looking at the boy in green shirt with her head down.

Ren Nanhua politely turned his head, glanced in the direction of the young man again, and drew a circle along the edge of the teacup with his left thumb.

At this moment, Nian An didn't know all this, he was running along the alley all the way to the south of the city. When passing by Pear Blossom Lane, Nian An paused slightly, and a large group of people in front of him were gathered in front of the famous ancient paulownia tree.

The paulownia tree is old, and so is the well next to it.

According to the county records, the ancient well has been providing water for dozens of households in the surrounding area for hundreds of years.

However, this morning there was an unfortunate incident in front of this ancient well. A half-year-old child rolled down the well after fetching water, leaving only a deep mark on the moss on the wall of the well.

A man tied the ends of the rope around his waist and to the plane tree, and asked someone to help him control it, and volunteered to go down the well to search. In the distance, the child's mother was leaning against a tree and weeping, while the lieutenant and several elderly people were comforting the woman.

Nian An looked at the mother's heart-rending crying face and was also sad, and stopped and bowed carefully over there.

Behind the commercial street in the south of the city is actually Qingyang Mountain, saying that it is Qingyang Mountain, in fact, it is just a dirt slope, and there is still a Taoist temple that has been abandoned for a hundred years.

Although the Taoist temple has been abandoned for many years, the government would rather leave such a large area of land empty than dare to demolish it.

The reason is very simple, Qingyang Mountain has been used as a mass grave for a period of three hundred years, and its feng shui has been strange since then. Therefore, during the Jiaqing period, the government built a Taoist temple here in order to suppress the evil and evil. I heard that more than ten years ago, Qubai had a master in charge of Nanjie business who wanted to lead people to overthrow the Taoist temple, and the plan had just been approved, but before the construction started, the master did not slip into the Wei River outside the city and drowned.

Since then, the government has not demolished or repaired, and even spent a lot of money to find a Taoist from other places to live in the dilapidated Taoist temple.

This person's surname is Yu, and he looked like he was in his early twenties when he came to Qubai, and he heard that he was a closed disciple of the head of a nearby Gaoxiang and Hou Temple. Yu Daoren has a pair of peach blossom eyes, not tall, slender as a bamboo, but he looks handsome, no matter where he goes on weekdays, he is wearing a gray robe, stepping on a pair of small boots, and a small peach wood sword on his back, looking at it from a distance, it really has a bit of fairy bones.

Taoist priest Yu will set up a small stall in front of the Taoist temple every spring and summer to tell fortunes.

Dignitaries and nobles also received it, and coolies also received mud legs. When encountering an evil person at home, Yu Dao people will also make a special trip to the door to perform a spell.

The three-foot thatched hut has also been there, and the thick house and deep boudoir have also entered.

Yu Taoist charges are treated equally, only counting hexagrams and three silver and two coins, not doing one cent less, and not charging one cent more.

The vast majority of the people have a miraculous understanding of the Fa of these Taoist people, who can cure all kinds of diseases and investigate life and death.

Of course, there are exceptions, and good sons and buddies also love to spend money to tell fortunes. However, they took this opportunity to point at the Taoist's nose and scold him for being just a cheating man who cheated money and pretended to be a ghost.

At this time, Yu Daoist will always straighten his hair and come to a Taoist nine-word scripture or chant a sentence that he likes the most: "The laity is Zhaozhao, I am alone, the laity is observed, and I am depressed." ”

Every time he heard this, the boys would throw a stone from afar and smash the Taoist's wooden bun and run after him. But even so, the Taoist only smiled crookedly. If the sons made a little more trouble, the Taoist would take out the mahogany sword on his back and protect his head and run away.

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It seems that no one has come to the door for several days, and Yu Daoren is leaning against the crooked neck tree not far in front of the Taoist temple to take a nap. He originally intended to sleep until late afternoon, so he even secretly put down the wooden bun on his head.

But not long after squinting, he heard someone trotting all the way in the distance, the Taoist squinted his right eye slightly and looked at it slightly, quickly put his feet into his little boots, straightened his robe, coughed lightly, and came to the wooden table and sat upright.

"But, come and ask for a blessing?"

"Or, a marriage?" Yu Daoren asked the panting teenager with a smile.

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The Taoist waited for a while, and saw that the young man was still stunned, and his voice raised slightly.

"Why don't you ask for a life wheel?"

The young man nodded subconsciously, he originally intended to just ask for the blessing paper according to the price of the inquiry and leave, but since the Taoist chief asked like this, he was really a little tempted. Everyone said that he was a disaster star, and he wanted to ask if it was true or not. However, he also knows that such a "heavenly opportunity" must be difficult to deduce, and the money he brought today is definitely not enough.

"Dao Chief, I want to ask for two blessing papers, I don't know if the rest is enough?" After the young man blushed and stammered, he spread out all the money he was carrying in his right hand.

Yu Daoren glanced at the silver grains of different sizes and rubbed his hands.

"Can I?" said the young man, whispering like a mosquito.

"You really don't have a lot of money. But well...... In a few days, it will be Qingming, and the price of paper has been low recently, and your remaining money is just enough for me to calculate a hexagram for you. ”

The young man's face suddenly turned into a red flower.

Yu Daoren reached out and touched a stick holder from behind his back, shook it casually, and handed it to the young man.

"Calculate the sign first, and then ask for money. ”

Nian An picked up the sticker, walked a few steps to the east, knelt down on the puff mat on the grass in front of the Taoist temple very reverently, folded his hands, and bowed to the true monarch who couldn't see clearly on the worship platform, and then carefully selected one from the sticker and handed it to Yu Daochang.

The Taoist took the sign with a wave of his robe, looked at it carefully for a while, and asked the young man's birthday.

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"In the lottery, although the fortune is thin, the fortune still has the intention, young people, look at all impermanence with a normal heart, and the rest of your life is not incomplete. ”

Nian'an's mouth opened a few times.

But the man said no more, sat down on the ground, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write blessing paper for the young man.

The young man was dizzy to hear the Taoist chief's words just now, but he still understood the "middle and lower" and "still intended", so he knelt down and made another gesture to the Taoist chief and the Taoist temple with a red face, and while the Taoist chief was still writing blessing paper, the young man even had the courage to sneak over and look at the beautiful handwriting of the Taoist chief.

After the Taoist finished writing the blessing paper of Huang Cen Cen, he lifted it up and blew on the side of his mouth, rolled it together with a snap and handed it to the young man.

Nian An solemnly took it and held it in his arms to collect it, bent down and bowed to the Taoist chief for the third time.

Yu Daoren waved his hand impatiently.

The boy hurried away.

"Don't forget to look at the sky. After waiting for Nian'an to go away, Yu Sheng suddenly said something again.

Hearing this, Nian An was confused, he looked up at the cloudless blue sky, nodded, and then subconsciously looked down at the blessing paper in his arms.

He remembered that he had forgotten to tell the Taoist chief the names of his parents, but the stack of blessing paper was clearly written word for word.

To An Ruyi, Chen Nankui

Filial son, Nian'an

On the day of his mother's sacrifice, looking at this familiar name, the young man suddenly had mixed feelings, and he looked back with a little tears, but the person was already hidden in the clouds and mist that suddenly appeared on the slope of Qingyang Mountain.

"Sure enough, it's an immortal!"

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The Taoist walked back to the Taoist temple from the cloud-covered hillside for the rest of his life, took out the broken silver handed to him by the young man from his bosom and threw it into a pale yellow cloth bag beside him.

Immediately after, he waved his cuffs solemnly.

A wooden stick that he had just secretly replaced slipped out and rolled on the ground.

"Down!" Yu Daoren stared at the small snake-like characters that were stained with black gas, and it took a while to come to such a conclusion.

The cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping down, and it took a long time to use all his strength to pick up the wooden stick from the ground and pinch it in his hand.

"It's too high-stage, the strain doesn't stop!" Yu Sheng suddenly took a deep breath, and his thin body became taller in an instant.

With a mouthful, he swallowed the wooden sign.

The bite crackled.