"Sell pears, freshly picked big duck pears, crisp and delicious, a penny a penny, delicious and cheap, come and buy pears!"

With the clamor of the countrymen, from time to time someone paid money to buy one or two, and the faces of the happy countrymen wrinkled, and the hawkers became more and more hard.

At this time, a Taoist priest squeezed out of the crowd, wearing a tattered turban, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, carrying a rag bag, looking at the car full of crispy big Ya pears, and constantly swallowing saliva.

In the end, the Taoist priest couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and made a mockery to the countryman, and said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the poor Dao is polite, and I am a little thirsty after walking for a long time, I wonder if the donor can give a pear to quench his thirst?"

The Taoist priest said as he reached out to a large pear and stroked it. Obviously gluttonous!

"Go, go, where is the stinky Taoist priest, I want to eat pears and buy them with money, I don't have any money to get out of the way, don't delay my business!" the countryman opened the old man's hand and scolded loudly.

Although he didn't get pears, the old way didn't go, just stared at the car full of pears with his eyes.

"Stinky Taoist, stinky beggar! Get out of the way, if you want to eat pears, go and ask for a penny first, no money, no door! If you don't leave, be careful that I beat you!" The countryman saw that Lao Dao not only did not leave, but also dared to continue to peep at his pears, and shouted insults.

The Taoist priest said: "You have hundreds of pears in this car, and the poor Taoist only asks for you, and it is not much loss for you, why do you have such a big temper?"

The people watching around also persuaded the countryman to take a bad pear to the old Taoist priest and send him away, but the countryman resolutely refused.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Zhang Xuan always had a familiar feeling.

At this time, the guys in a nearby shop looked lively and followed suit.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuanfu was very happy, rushed forward, and said, "Okay, okay, don't make any noise!" As he spoke, he took out a penny and handed it over.

When the countrymen saw that someone was paying, they immediately smiled and stopped scolding. Zhang Xuan didn't care about him, picked a big Yali pear from the car and handed it to Lao Dao.

"Thank you, this Mao Caigong!" said Lao Dao with a smile.

Zhang Xuan is a little impressive, after all, he is still far from Maocai.

After thanking him, he said to everyone, "The monks don't know how to be stingy. I have good pears, please taste them. ”

Someone asked, "If you have pears, why don't you eat your own?"

The Taoist priest said, "I need this pear pit to make seeds." So he took the pear in his hand and ate it in a big gulp.

After eating the pear, the Taoist priest put the core in his hand, took out a small shovel from the rag bag on his shoulder, dug a hole a few inches deep in the ground, then put the pear core, covered it with soil, and asked the person next to him for hot water to irrigate.

A person with good deeds went to a roadside shop and brought a pot of boiling water, and the Taoist priest took the boiling water and poured it into the pit.

Everyone couldn't resist their curiosity, and gathered around, staring, even the countryman who sold pears. I saw that first a young bud broke through the soil, popped up, and gradually grew, and in a moment it grew into a large tree with lush leaves, and in the blink of an eye it blossomed and bore fruit, and in the blink of an eye the big and fragrant pears hung all over the branches.

The Taoist priest plucked pears from the tree and distributed them to the onlookers, the largest of which was given to Zhang Xuan. Zhang Xuan took it, he didn't feel dirty, he wiped it casually with his sleeve, and then he took a bite of it, it was fragrant and crispy, the water was sweet and juicy, and his mouth was full of relish. In a short time, everyone ate up.

Then, the Taoist priest used a shovel to cut down the tree, and it took a long time to cut it down with a "clang". The Taoist priest carried the pear tree full of branches and leaves on his shoulders and walked away in a hurry.

At the beginning, when the Taoist priest was doing tricks, the countryman was also mixed in the crowd, stretching his neck and staring, forgetting his own livelihood. After the Taoist priest left, he came back to take care of the pears in his car, but there were no more.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the pears that the Taoist priest had just divided were all his, and when he looked closely, there was no handlebar left, and the ballast was newly cut. The countryman was very angry and hurried to chase after the Taoist priest. Turning a corner, I saw the broken handlebar thrown under the corner, and then I realized that the pear tree that the Taoist priest had just cut was his handlebar, but the Taoist priest had disappeared. The people in the bazaar couldn't stop laughing when they saw it!

Just when Lao Dao was cutting down trees, Zhang Xuan, who was wiping his mouth with his cuffs after eating pears, suddenly reflected, "No wonder this scene gives him a familiar feeling, isn't this the story of planting pears in Pu Songling's "Liao Zhai"?"

At this moment, Zhang Xuan thought of a lot, spells, immortal cultivation, immortality, etc., and suddenly an irrepressible emotion rose in his heart, some were excited, some were surprised, some were happy, and there was a little bit of fear!

Originally, when Zhang Xuan was reading the history books of this world, he had seen the legends of immortals and demons in the wild history and even some official history, but he was always a little unimpressed, thinking that the ancients had deified or demonized some natural phenomena that could not be explained.

But judging from today's encounter, this world is probably not simple, and there may be gods and demons.

So, when Lao Dao left after cutting down the tree, Zhang Xuan didn't even care about his book basket and trotted after it.

In the original world, the reason why Zhang Xuan was so interested in ancient books was because he was influenced by the Taoist priests who enlightened him since he was a child, and he had an extraordinary desire to become an immortal.

It's just that on the earth, even his Taoist master only knows a few sets of health preservation boxing techniques, and now in this world, Zhang Xuan suddenly saw the hope of cultivating immortals, how could he not be anxious?

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, wait for me!" When he chased to the corner, he saw with his own eyes that the pear tree thrown down by Lao Dao's hand turned into a handlebar, and Zhang Xuan was more sure of the guess in his heart.

But no matter how Zhang Xuan chases, even from trotting to running, he still doesn't see the distance between him and Lao Dao shortened, Lao Dao just walks leisurely, but it seems to shrink into inches, so that Zhang Xuan can only see Lao Dao's back. Zhang Xuan couldn't help but be a little anxious, and hurriedly shouted.

Another corner, the old man's clothes flashed, and he disappeared. Zhang Xuan was out of breath and had to stop, supporting his knees with his hands, but his body was already a little overwhelmed by the body that had just recovered from a serious illness.

Looking up, it turned out that he had unconsciously arrived in the aristocratic area. But there was some regret in my heart, "I missed an opportunity in vain!"

When Zhang Xuan rested for a while, and when he turned around and was about to go back, he saw Lao Dao standing at the back door of a mansion compound, looking at him with a smile, and he was surprised and happy for a while. Hurriedly straightened his clothes, bowed his hand and said: "Dao Chief, Xiaosheng Zhang Xuan is polite!"