Wink...

The old monk seemed to know what Xia Xun was thinking at this time.

The clear eyes followed Xia Xun's gaze and blinked.

Then, the old monk raised his head slightly, and looked at the clouds that covered the bright moon in the sky and night. It was pitch black at this time, and the thick dark clouds obscured all the stars around for hundreds of miles, and there was nothing to be seen at all. After looking at it for a long time, the old monk slowly lowered his head, and then returned Xia Xun's gaze and stopped moving. It feels as if he's playing an unspeakable riddle for people to guess.

The old monk's behavior must be mysterious, and everyone knows this. But the mystery is too profound, and for Xia Xun, who is not proficient in Buddhism, it is really difficult to see the mystery for a while. So much so that the curled index finger involuntarily scraped his nose again, and his calm face secretly frowned and thought bitterly.

"Amitabha, Lord Xia Shi..."

The little monk standing under the carriage seemed to see Xia Xun's doubts, folded his hands, and reminded immaturely: "The master is saying that immortals are like the moon, omnipresent, but they are always hidden in the depths of the clouds, and mortals can't see them for a long time. ”

Xia Xun seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and then stopped thinking. Towards the old monk, he clasped his palms together and asked humbly, "The kid is stupid." I don't know what to do? ”

"Sha~"

The old monk shook his head twice, shaking it very slowly, and then slowly closed his clear eyes.

The little monk said again: "The master said, the heavenly machine is not leaked, the leakage is not the heavenly opportunity, why should the donor care about right and wrong?"

"Holy!"

"It's a fake for a long time!"

At this point, the old monk's dumb riddle finally has a clear answer.

The little monk spoke vaguely, but secretly denied the identity of the god stick. This is undoubtedly a fire burning on dry wood, Xia Hou immediately felt that he was being played, and he raised his fist and scolded! However, Xia Xun was not, as if he had a sense of enlightenment, he hurriedly put together and saluted the old and young monks respectively: "Thank you, the master instructs, and the little master makes it clear." ”

After that, he put down his hands, quickly looked back at the magic stick, and quickly asked, "How should I get this line of life?"

"Yo, figured it out?"

As soon as the small squinting eyes lit up, the old god suddenly became energetic.

The corners of his mouth were upturned, like a hooligan who saw a lonely girl in the middle of the night, and he was obscene again, which was really disgraceful. He sneered and said, "Since the noble man is here, why is it difficult to get a glimmer of life? Just look..."Halfway through his words, the god stick stopped his mouth and stared at Xia Xun with fine eyes. The thief's appearance is dozens of times more obscene. For a while, the image of a master that he had accumulated with great difficulty was once again gone.

Xia Xun was puzzled and asked, "What do you see?"

"Well..."

The god stick was not in a hurry to answer, he sandwiched the black iron dust under his armpit, stretched out his right hand in front of Xia Xun's eyes, twisted his index finger and thumb and rubbed it back and forth, as if he was vaguely begging for something.

"It depends on what Xiaoyou's mind is. ”

"Hit the street, sure enough, it's here to extort money!"

The fox's tail was finally revealed.

Sure enough, as Xiahou said, the god stick was a bloody disaster before, and it was a five-hundred-year troubled era, and it was entangled so much, in the end, it was just to make people pay for money!

"Ah Xun, don't talk nonsense with him, get out of the way!"

"Hit the street, waste so much time in the middle of the night, see if I don't kill him!"

The rage is unstoppable, and it starts in an instant!

This time, Xia Hou didn't give Xia Xun any more time to persuade him, he took a leap of the tiger and passed Xia Xun with a body of anger. Without saying a word, the iron fist turned into an eagle's claw, and copied towards the collar of the god stick!

Wind hunting, claws into knives...

"Sew..."

It's just that, if you really talk about it in detail, where is the magic stick in front of you so easy to deal with?

Although Xia Hou's shot was swift, if compared with his father Xia Yuan, it would be a big difference. Don't you see, Xia Yuan's fame and mastery of "stepping on Kyushu" that day couldn't be helped, how could it be that Xiahou, a boy who had not yet become a climate, could be helpless?

"Hey..."

But seeing Xiahou burst out with one claw, he descended the mountain like a tiger.

This time, the god stick didn't beg for mercy again, and even sneered, the posture of asking for money in his hand was still the same, and he took a step back on his back foot extremely casually. The magic stick took a step, no more, no less, just four inches back. But he was impartial, and just avoided Xiahou's fierce claw.

"Actually avoided it?"

"Brother Hou, don't come nonsense!"

Surprised, Xia Hou never thought that he would miss, and his heart tightened for no reason, but the offensive was exhausted, and he didn't have time to think about it, he quickly picked up his left hand, and was ready to pursue again! The posture of the two of them is like a little monkey hanging on the body of a gorilla, which is very funny.

"What are you doing!?"

"Stop it. ”

"Go down..."

Xia Hou struggled to retract the strength he struck, and angrily broke away Xia Xun who was "hanging" on his body, pointed to the nose of the god stick with the other hand, and asked, "Can't you see that this product is here to cheat money?"

"I see. ”

"Then you're still stopping me?!"

"I'll talk about it first. ”

"Damn!"

Xia Xun waved his hand and motioned for Xia Hou to stop talking. Xia Hou shook his big hand angrily and stepped aside.

Then Xia Xun looked at the god stick and asked, "How is the remuneration calculated?"

"Hehe, that's easy to say. ”

The god stick smiled gloomily, and the greed in his eyes was already undisguised: "It's still that Xiaoyou has vision, unlike some people who lack heart! Poor divination has always been a thousand words, but I see that Xiaoyou has eyes, so I'll charge you this number..."

"Five cents?" Xia Xun asked.

The god stick suddenly blackened his face and angrily reprimanded: "Are you a beggar when you are poor?"

Xia Xun was embarrassed and asked again: "Five taels?"

Shen Stick's face softened slightly, and he shook his head: "It's still less." ”

Xia Xun frowned: "Fifty taels?"

"Hehe..."

This is the magic stick that has a smile, but he still shakes his head in embarrassment: "Well... It's still less. ”

"That's done, don't talk about it. ”

Inch in, insatiable.

Xia Xun's face suddenly darkened, and he took out a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, spread his hands, and pulled Xia Hou next to him to turn around and leave.

"Dao Chief, greed is not enough to swallow elephants. Five hundred taels you don't have this amount even if you sell me. I can't afford this glimmer of life, you can keep it for yourself. ”

"Wait!

Seeing that the fat in the mouth is about to run, where is the magic stick?

The spread palm of his hand was clenched, and he shouted urgently: "Seeing that you are destined for me, fifty taels will be fifty taels!"

“......”

The footsteps of walking out stopped with the drink.

Xia Xun was extremely skeptical in his heart at this moment, extremely doubting whether the magic stick behind him was really capable.

Without it, where would there be a hermit master who would be as philistine as him? And for a few dozen taels of silver, the philistine is so philistine that he doesn't even want his face. This is better than any charlatan!

With his back to the god stick and looking at Xiahou from the side, Xia Xun didn't speak.

Xia Hou didn't know what he meant: "What do you think I'm doing?"

Xia Xun scratched the bridge of his nose and said embarrassedly: "The tickets given by Uncle Yuan have all been asked to pull the yard, and the copper plates on my body are not enough, so you can only pay for it." ”

"Tsk, that's it..."

Xiahou was quite embarrassed, reached into his arms and took out a long time before he could barely take out a string of copper plates and a few pieces of broken silver.

"Na... That's all I have to offer. ”

"Where is the money you brought out?"

"I didn't have itchy hands a few days ago, so... So..."

Xiahou seemed to have done something wrong, and he was hesitant. Xia Xun understood what was going on at a glance, Xiahou had two hobbies in his life, a gambling and a flower shop, he said that itchy hands could only be gambling, and with Xiahou's luck, it was a gambling that would be lost! No matter how much silver was brought to the gambling house, it would not take half a day to give it away.

For now, don't ask...

"So it's all lost, right?"

"Yes. Xia Hou nodded weakly

Xia Xun lost his temper: "Then what's the matter now?"

"What else can I do, I can only ask people to borrow something. ”

“！！”

Xia Hou was very unimpressed, and as he spoke, he turned his eyes to the fat monk who was sitting in the carriage watching the play. Seeing this, the fat monk's face suddenly changed drastically! Holding the yellow cloth bag hanging on his belly with one hand, he hurriedly stepped out of the carriage and hid behind the little monk, and muttered in a shuddering voice: "Senior brother, senior brother, those two calamity stars want to fight our idea of entanglement, you must be the master this time! Otherwise, in the future, we won't even have to eat white steamed buns!"

"Uh..."

There are strange things every year, and tonight is really a lot.

A strange magic stick hasn't been done yet, and the fat monk here is also a demon, which is really reassuring.

However, fortunately, there is a little monk who is reasonable: "Amitabha, the eight precepts, you have broken the precepts again." Money is something outside the body, so what is the use of the monks? ”

"No way!"

"Absolutely not!

Hearing that the little monk was going to give away the coil himself, the fat monk's face was scared.

He shouted like a pig: "Senior brother, this is my private money! You can't do this... Someday... One day you and your master are sick, Lao Zhu... Old Zhu Ke doesn't have the money to catch medicine! This is our life!

"Quack!"

Since the little monk has already spoken, the fat monk is screaming miserably, how can Xiahou care so much about him?

He took a few steps to the fat monk, like a big hooligan bullying a little girl, and brutally untied the yellow cloth bag on his belly. He neatly took out two ingots of silver from it, put the weight in his hand, and after confirming that it was correct, he wrapped the yellow cloth around the fat monk's belly and threw it back to the fat monk's belly like a big hooligan bullying the little girl.

"Remember, Lao Tzu borrowed you fifty taels today, and returned to Yueyang ten times as much as you, don't make noise here!"

"Sasha..."

The fat monk hurriedly picked up the yellow cloth bag and carefully inspected the few silver bumps left in the package. Aggrieved like a little girl who has been bullied, she firmly tied the yellow cloth bag back to her belly, looked at Xia Hou pitifully, and complained: "That... Then you can't break your word. ”

"Lao Tzu never breaks his word, don't worry..."

Before the words were finished, suddenly!

"Next!"

"Sip!