Chapter 9 The Golden Wind Doesn't Move the Cicada Prophet

There is a small courtyard on the mountainside behind Longhu Mountain, two thatched huts are in the middle, the courtyard wall is tied with bamboo around, there are two vegetable fields in the courtyard, there are naturally no crops in the middle of winter, there are three or five green bamboos swollen near the courtyard gate, simple can not be simple anymore.

There is an old Taoist priest living in the courtyard, who hardly deals with people, except for the real person in charge of teaching after a few visits in the first month, the old Taoist priest comes and goes leisurely in the thatched hut every day, the cliff is two points and one line, and even the pine voice who delivers the meal has not said a few words, but it is not cold, those kind words are showing a sincere smile, but after saying "thank you", "trouble" and so on, he continued to play the class and calculate the hexagram, the song sheng wanted to set a few words almost, but how could he disturb this senior who is said to be very high?

At noon, two uninvited guests came to the small courtyard, a light blue staff robe covered with a fashionable fat middle-aged man, and the other was a one-armed young man with a straight body and a broad waist and a round waist.

The old Taoist priest opened the firewood door with a sad face, which even the naughty boy couldn't stop, and let the two in.

"How is the Taoist chief?" the fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, he clenched his fists and saluted, and there was a hint of a smile on his fat face, a typical leather smile that did not smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that you're here, it's not so good!"

"Hmm, what did the Taoist chief do?" said the fat man jokingly.

"Is it considered to have lost someone's child and been knocked on by the parents?" the old Taoist priest sighed.

"Oh, so how is the Taoist going to explain to the parents?"

"Why don't you set fire to my hut?" the old Taoist priest tried to ask.

"When I went up the mountain, I did think so, you see, I brought seven or eight fire folds. The fat man said, and really took out seven or eight fire folds from his sleeve and threw them out.

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The boat of friendship really can't withstand a little wind and waves, this is really the rhythm of overturning!

The fat man snorted coldly: "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that when I thought about going out later, my daughter would have told her to save some face for Jinglan, and I would have set the Qixing Building on fire first, and respect the teacher? "The fat man is arrogant.

The old Taoist priest hurriedly bowed: "Master Hou, be merciful!"

Longhu Mountain, the Heavenly Master's Mansion, has always brought its own product, up to the emperor, down to the Manchu Dynasty Zigui, which of the people in cloth dared to make such wild words, even when Cao Xizhi came to worship the mountain and discuss the sword, it was all a persistent disciple ceremony. Today's holy summons also have to use the word "please", this fat man comes up and smashes it, and burns it when he says it's burned?

This Zhang Baoxi really believes that this lord has gone through three ups and downs, except for today's saints, who does not stand in line or waver, is independent of the court, but hangs alone on the throne of the Great Qin Dynasty to kill the black-clothed guards, not to mention the Seven Star Tower, even if he burns most of the Longhu Mountain, what about it? The big deal is to hug it to the end again, and it will only be silent for a year or two, and the black-clothed guard only recognizes the brand and does not recognize the official products, so what can he do? This is simply a trick!

Li Yundao moved his fat buttocks, rubbed it into the kang, and one fat arm was propped up on the small kang table, pressing the simple willow wood small square table squeak.

"When you're done gossiping, let's get down to business?"

"Master Hou, please make it clear!" the old Taoist priest looked at the small square table distressedly.

"Forget it, I'm in a mess in my heart, and I'm not in the mood to fight with you, let's be straightforward! There is something related to the fortunes of the country in the north, and the most suitable person to deal with it is me.

"It's going to be a long time?"

"It's fast and fast, but since it's a ginseng fruit, you can't keep the master who wants to eat it, and the apprentice who wants to eat it, who dies for money, and the bird who dies for food, maybe it's a big pit. It's hard to say!"

"Three years, three years at most!" the old Taoist priest gave an answer with a deep groan.

"Dao Chief, it used to be possible, but now it seems that it may not be!" Li Yundao smiled bitterly.

Zhang Baoxi's left hand hidden in his big sleeve was pinched randomly, the frequency was extremely fast, and he was also frowning between his eyebrows.

After a while, he said angrily: "That old poor sour doesn't read a little incense?"

Li Yundao scratched his head: "I'm afraid he's also difficult to protect himself!"

Zhang Baoxi was like a deflated ball, sighing again and again: "How can this be, how can this be!"

Relatively wordless.

Li Yundao looked out the window, looked at the hour, jumped off the kang, shook his robe, and bowed three times to Zhang Baoxi, "Life is less than a hundred, and I often have a thousand years of worries." Shocking since childhood, stumbling, it's my father who didn't do a good job, but unfortunately I don't have to choose this, so I can't ask the Taoist in the future!"

Zhang Baoxi also said with a straight face: "Hou Ye rest assured, although the old Tao is not talented, the hundred-year-old rivers and lakes are not in vain, if there is anything that can't be carried over, isn't there still a sword in Beihai?

When Li Yundao heard this, he sighed in his heart, I am afraid that this sword is not as good as that sword!

Before the old Taoist priest turned around when he sent it to the door, he heard a "hula" sound behind him, and his body was about to sweep backwards, and then stopped instantly, and the one-armed young man who went up the mountain with Li Yundao turned out behind the house, and threw two fire folds up and down in his hand, twisting them like street tricks, and walked to the old Taoist priest and whispered: "Father-in-law said, come and see if you don't burn something, it's not good for you, I heard that Jinglan is cutting wood well now, wait for him to go up the mountain, punish him to build you a new one?"

The old Taoist priest yelled: "Get out!" kicked the one-armed young man down the mountain road.

Then he rushed down the mountain, and his luck shouted: "Li Yundao, you deceive people too much!"

After doing enough work, he turned around to look at the thatched hut that was already in flames, and touched the bulging pouch on his chest, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were stacked, like an old fox who had cultivated for thousands of years.

Patriarch Yanshang taught the real person, listened to the news from Songsheng, was furious, immediately spread out the pen and paper to write a note, and sent it to the capital overnight. Under the night, he looked at the Seven Star Tower on the opposite side of the mountain, and whispered: "Li Yundao, you are also stingy, who can you deceive here?

Three days later, on the recital placed on the dragon case, among the thousands of numbers sprinkled with oceans, it became Li Yundao's mouth to spit on the Sanqing patriarch, intending to burn the Sanqing Palace, and the palm teaching force blocked it, but failed, so he burned the seclusion of the teacher's uncle Zhang Baoxi, and burned countless peerless ancient books in Longhu Mountain, symbolizing the Taoist luck of the thousand-year-old purple bamboo......

After Zhang Baoxi heard that Li Yundao was demoted to five levels, punished for three years, deposed the lord of Yunzhou, and a bunch of holy decrees to reward Longhu Mountain, he also secretly glanced at it, and was with the eunuch who was "complaining about blood and tears". Don't you dare to underestimate young people!

In the short twenty years of the Great Qin Empire, in the fire in the winter of Longhu Mountain, the wind suddenly became windy, and clouds gathered in all directions.

Good one:

Heavy rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings,

The golden wind did not move the cicada prophet.