Fu Jingnian's face returned to calm, walked in front of the sloppy Taoist priest, and sat down on the ground, and said with a smile: "Dao Chief, it's windy today, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue when you speak." ”

The sloppy Taoist priest smiled, put away the pennant with the words "Measuring the Heavenly Machine", and said with a smile: "Childe, are you willing to listen to the old Taoist's nagging now?"

"I want to hear about it. Fu Jingnian grinned, turned his head and waved at the yellow-faced girl: "Little girl, can you go to the pavilion to find a scholar first?" ”

The yellow-faced girl glanced at the sloppy Taoist priest, and then at Fu Jingnian, who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, thinking that she had finally come out to visit the night market with the young master, and she had to separate, so she felt displeased in her heart, and muttered: "Young master, then you have to come to me later." ”

Fu Jingnian agreed with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, after a while, I'll come to the Pavilion to look for you, how about it?"

The yellow-faced girl snorted, her eyes were sloppy, and she thought that if it weren't for this person, she wouldn't be separated from the young master. He stomped hard unwillingly.

The yellow-faced girl just walked a few steps, and then looked back at Fu Jingnian, hoping that the young master would stay with her, when she saw Fu Jingnian's face with a gentle smile, but there was a bit of undeniable expression in her eyes, the yellow-faced girl snorted angrily, no longer hesitated, and turned to leave.

When he saw the yellow-faced girl gradually walking away, Fu Jingnian turned around, restrained his smile, and said calmly: "Old Daoist, what do you want to say to me?"

The sloppy Taoist priest squinted his eyes and said, "Test your luck." ”

Fu Jingnian glanced up and down at the sloppy Taoist priest in pickled clothes, and sneered: "Old Daoist, with your respectful appearance, it is difficult to make people believe that you can measure luck." You must know that this fortune-telling technique, counting people and earth, counting the sky and fortune, and calculating luck alone is the most difficult to calculate, and the fortune teller often says that the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, this luck is above the sky, the old Taoist, you dare to leak it, you are not afraid of being damned. ”

The sloppy Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed uncontrollably, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, laughed and bent over, laughed out of tears, and beat his chest vigorously.

Fu Jingnian sat on the side, looking at the sloppy Taoist priest lightly, laughing non-stop, and he was not annoyed.

The sloppy Taoist priest stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes with his cuffs, gradually restrained his smile, and said: "Although the sloppy appearance of the poor Dao is a little sorry for my father and mother, but people can't look good, you don't count me, how do you know that the poor Dao's belly is full of pickles, and it can't be considered luck?"

Fu Jingnian laughed at it, changed the topic and asked, "From the perspective of the Taoist chief, what am I?"

The sloppy Taoist priest closed his eyes and slowly spoke: "In the eyes of the poor Dao, the son is naturally still the child. ”

Fu Jingnian was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "However, in my opinion, the Taoist chief is a pile of cow. ”

The sloppy Taoist priest heard Fu Jingnian say that he was a pile of cow, but he didn't feel unhappy, he opened his eyes and said: "Buddha is born from the heart, there is a Buddha in the heart, everything you see is a Buddha; ”

Fu Jingnian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his finger and pointed at the sloppy Taoist priest and laughed: "Daoist with such a powerful mouth." ”

The sloppy Taoist priest smiled: "Those who eat this bowl of rice, their mouths are not practiced, how can they fool the world?"

Fu Jingnian sneered: "You are fooling me now." ”

The sloppy Taoist priest laughed and said, "If Childe believes that I am fooling you, why are you still sitting in front of me at this moment." ”

Fu Jingnian stared at the sloppy Taoist priest fixedly, took off the willow branch hanging from his waist, crossed his knees, and said: "Daoist, I believe in you, just as you are really the real person hidden in the market, I ask you, what is the purpose of you counting me as me?"

The sloppy Taoist priest and Fu Jingnian sat across the stall, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao just doesn't want to see the lives of people after many years. ”

Fu Jingnian was silent for a moment, and asked softly, "Why did the Dao Elder say this?"

The sloppy Taoist priest looked playful, looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

Fu Jingnian raised his eyebrows and didn't ask.

I saw the sloppy Taoist priest say again: "I only hope that when you become a demon, you will kill fewer people, whether it is for yourself or for future generations, accumulate more virtue." In fact, it's no wonder that you, most of what you did at that time was out of your own volition. Son. For the sake of you and an old friend of mine, I hereby remind you that you must remember that when you become a demon, don't harm living beings. ”

Fu Jingnian sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost." ”

The sloppy Taoist grinned.

Fu Jingnian stood up, held the willow branch in his hand, and lightly clasped the branch with his thumb, "Dao Chief, who are you?"

"Heaven must not be divulged. The sloppy Taoist priest also stood up, re-lifted the pennant with the four characters of measuring the heavenly machine, and said with a smile: "Childe, don't ask more, we have our own goodbye, maybe you will know everything at that time." ”

After that, the sloppy Taoist priest turned around and left, singing loudly as he walked: "I came from Hongchen, and I returned to Hongchen, only seeing the suffering of the world, not the stupidity of the world." ”

"Become a demon?" Fu Jingnian stood in place with his head bowed and did not move, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head and sneered: "I am not a Buddha or a Taoist, what does the life and death of the world have to do with me?"

Pavilion is built next to the Slender West Lake, there are several teams of wind chimes hanging on the eaves corner of the pavilion, whenever the breeze blows on the lake, the pleasant bell will ring one after another, sit in the pavilion to rest, blow the cool breeze, listen to the bell, stand on the pavilion and look into the distance, the surrounding scenery is in full view, it is intoxicating, at this moment, no matter how much trouble will be left behind, enjoy this moment of leisure.

The lantern festival is only really starting at this time, the six painted boats that were originally docked on the side of the most lively street of the Qinhuai River are also slowly sailing from the shore and sailing towards the West Lake.

Yangzhou city in the slightly famous Qinglou women generally have a place to go tonight, the hall can occasionally find a seat, from time to time on the street will come to the pavilion in the son and so son and a certain new news, this is one of the highlights of tonight, and then you can hear a certain name in a certain hook column will sing this poem, and then you can hear another good song to make the news of the furnace, the talents compete with each other, the beauties will decorate these talents with a beautiful crimson atmosphere, most people enjoy the lanterns, look lively.

Even the small people in the market who have never studied can feel such an artistic conception in such an atmosphere, and discuss with the people around them, and get some elegance.

In such an atmosphere, elegance seems to be nothing more than that.

PS: From now on, resume normal updates.

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