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The Void Hall is not grand, and it can even be said to be small in terms of its status as a reverent truth, but its simple and transcendent atmosphere makes people suddenly respect. After entering, the hall is even more simple and abnormal, except for the main wall carved with a pattern of Lao Tzu one gas and three Qing, there is no other decoration. At this time, the white-haired Taoist sat in the middle of the main hall, and there were more than ten Taoist scholars sitting on the left and right sides of it, and there were several Taoist scholars standing at the door.

The beggar skimmed over the Taoists one by one, but did not find Jingshu's figure, and was inevitably a little lost in his heart, and couldn't help but think: "I'm afraid I will never see the fairy Gu again in this life." After waiting for a while, seeing that no one was still paying attention to him, and seeing that the white-haired Taoist was also talking in a low voice with the Taoist on the left, and he didn't care about his own meaning, not only was he not angry, but he was calm, and he arched his hand at the moment, bent his body, made a quadrio, and turned around and walked out of the hall.

When the beggar entered the temple, he only walked more than ten steps, but when he left the palace, he walked again and again, and he always couldn't reach the temple door. Looking left and right, Fang felt that the vision on his side was hazy and unclear. The door of the temple in front of him seemed to be quietly open, but in fact, it was slowly retreating, no matter how the beggar walked, he would never want to go out. The beggar realized that this was a Taoist immortal technique, and a wave of anger arose, and he wanted to turn around and ask questions, but he thought about it again, and it was too unworthy to be happy for a while, so he took a deep breath and calmed down his anger. He turned around slowly, and saw that the Taoists still ignored him, and some Taoists looked at him with a smile, which was quite a bit of a play. He was not annoyed, he simply crossed his legs and sat on the ground, and his eyes were slightly closed, and he recuperated.

At this time, I don't know who said "Huh", and all the Taoists suddenly stopped talking and looked at the beggars one after another. I only heard a Taoist priest ask: "Where did you come from, you are so lifeless, can you treat this place as your own back hall?" The beggar opened his eyes, stood up, waved to the Taoist who spoke, and said, "The old immortal is invited." The kid was tired of standing, so he rested for a while, hoping that the old fairy would forgive his sins. The Taoist said: "At a young age, I have only been standing for a while, how can I be tired of standing?" The Taoist said "you", but he was so angry that he couldn't continue. Another Taoist said with a smile: "Good boy, the soldiers in the ceremony are a bit like those poor sours in Kongmen." ”

The beggar didn't understand what the "Confucian Gate" meant, so he didn't answer. The white-haired Taoist suddenly asked, "Xiaoyou's surname is Shen?" The beggar shook his head and said, "The boy's surname is Xiao, and his single name is Yizi." The white-haired Taoist paused, and then asked, "Have you ever been to Qingzhou?" The beggar shook his head again: "The boy grew up in a mountain village outside the Great Wilderness Mountain, and he doesn't know where Qingzhou is. The white-haired Taoist asked again: "Xiaoyou's answer is appropriate, but have you read books and learned words?" The beggar said: "The boy often has travelers who teach the scriptures and teachings, and sometimes they can stay for several months to teach us some knowledge, including science, I Ching, and famous texts, and the boy will learn some indiscriminately, so that the old fairy will see and smile." The white-haired old man stroked his beard, and finally asked, "Where are Xiaoyou's parents now?" The beggar said: "The boy's parents died early, and they were already begging in the village at the age of five or six, and they have long forgotten what their parents looked like. ”

When all the Taoists heard about the beggar's life experience, they couldn't help but feel sympathy, and several of them had already sighed.

The white-haired Daoist no longer asked the beggar, turned his head to the Daoist on the left and asked, "How do you see how to place Senior Brother Changdan?" Changdan Zhenren didn't look at it, but looked straight ahead and said: "This son has a mediocre physique, he is not a material for cultivating the true Dao, and he is already old, already past the age of my sect to accept disciples. According to the law of my teaching, this son should not be taken in, but I read that this son is kind to my disciples, and after several twists and turns, I came to my teaching. Therefore, the poor Dao thought that he could let him stay in the church and do some miscellaneous work. ”

The white-haired Taoist bowed his head and said, "Since there is such a reason, it is reasonable to stay in the sect." Then he asked the Taoists, "Is there anyone who is lacking in the throne?" Seeing this, the Taoists looked at their noses and noses and their hearts, as if they had suddenly gained experience and entered the path of enlightenment. After a while, the white-haired Taoist said to the Taoist who was sitting at the bottom: "Doesn't Senior Brother Changle often say that there is no one under the seat, how can you ......?" ”

The white-haired Taoist looked upward, and was about to open his mouth to ask again, but the beggar said: "The old immortal is bothered, the kid is mixed in the mountains, **mortals, can see the fairy face, and is already content, and does not dare to stay in the fairy mountain, so he will leave." Then he made a four-way bow to all the Taoists, got up, and went out. This time, there was no one to do the Taoism, and the beggar really wanted to go, and he arrived at the door in a few steps. Seeing that he was about to walk out of the door, a Taoist came out of the oblique thorn, blocked the door, and said, "Xiaoyou, would you like to come to me?"

The beggar looked up, but it was the extraordinary immortal chief who talked to him last night, and he was happy at the moment: "It turned out to be the immortal chief, the kid is polite." The Taoist smiled slightly, and said to the palace: "The poor road is outside all the year round, and there is one less person in the courtyard to take care of the house, so it is better to let this little friend go with me." I don't know what the real person in charge of the sect will do?" The white-haired Taoist said: "Senior Brother Changqing has been running around for my teaching all the year round, and he really needs a person to serve, since the junior brother is willing, let me go with the junior brother." The Changqing Taoist said: "Then thank you for teaching the real person." Then he asked the beggar, "Would you like to?" The beggar suddenly felt a burst of excitement in his heart and nodded vigorously. The Changqing Taoist smiled, stretched out his hand to take the beggar's hand, and walked out of the hall.

Changdan Zhenren looked at the backs of the two of them in the distance, and said suspiciously: "Brother Zhang, does this kid think this kid has something to do with Confucianism?" Changyang Zhenren was silent, paused, and said: "Let it be, don't let him practice Taoism." He added: "Chaos is about to come to fruition, and we must guard the door during this time, and we must not be careless in the slightest." The two real people, Chang Dan and Chang Jing, who were on the left and right, nodded hurriedly in agreement. Changjing Zhenren asked: "Is Senior Brother Zhangzhang going out again?" Changyang Zhenren said: "I want to explore the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountain, this time I am afraid that it will be delayed for some time, if there is an important matter, I can discuss it with Senior Brother Changheng." When Chang Dan and Chang Jing heard this, they couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding in their hearts.