Qianjin is too flirtatious: Young Master Shen, don't pester me

Early the next morning, Wang Yalun got up early and went to Mount Lantou.

Lantou Mountain was a den of bandits in the early years, and the bandit leader was nicknamed Wulan, so everyone called this mountain Wulantou Mountain, and the word "Wu" in front of it was called "No", and finally there was Lantou. Mountain.

After the bandits were wiped out, Mount Lantou became a place of Buddhist and Taoist meditation. Anyway, they are all pure practitioners, and everyone is in peace.

Some people who go up the mountain like to worship Buddha, and some like to realize Taoism. Whether it is worshiping Buddha or enlightening Taoism, they always go to Mount Lantou.

Gradually this mountain became famous, and some famous Taoist priests and Buddhas also liked to come to Mount Lantou to visit teachers and friends. If you have something to go up the mountain and don’t go earlier, you will be blocked on the road.

Knowing the grand occasion of Lantou Mountain, Wang Yalun deliberately parked his car at the foot of the mountain and jogged up the mountain all the way, reaching the top of the mountain one step faster than many drivers.

Before Wang Yalun went up the mountain, he had no idea who to look for, anyway, he thought he would look for anyone who was willing to see him.

There are so many outsiders here, he doesn't know any of them, and he doesn't even know who to look for.

After running to the top of the mountain, he saw that there were fewer people at the entrance of the Taoist temple, so he ran directly to the Taoist temple.

A Taoist priest at the door saluted Wang Yalun: "This benefactor is born, what's the matter?"

"Oh, Daoist, I want to find someone to do the math for me. I'm looking for something now."

"Oh, divination and divination is the director of Pingdao. I don't know what the benefactor is asking?"

"I'm asking for a piece of paper, a suicide note to be precise."

"Ask an old friend for something, and the donor is a caring person."

At this time, Wang Yalun was suffocating and wanted to find the suicide note quickly and rescue Shen Murong, but the Taoist priest spoke slowly and moved slowly, Wang Yalun was about to die of anxiety.

"Daozhang, can you hurry up? I'm dying of anxiety. I'm waiting for this suicide note to save my life."

"The benefactor, don't panic, this thing is waiting for the benefactor at this time, the benefactor, don't panic, go inside and tell the poor Taoist carefully."

As he spoke, the Taoist motioned for Wang Yalun to follow him into a table in a corner of the main hall.

Wang Yalun understood at a glance that this is the place where Taoist temples usually set up stalls to unravel lottery for people. As for whether this Taoist priest is as good at finding things as he said, it is really unknown.

Sure enough, the Taoist priest took out a stick and handed it to Wang Yalun, "The benefactor can ask for a fortune teller."

Wang Yalun pulled out a lottery from it with great reluctance, the Taoist picked it up and looked at it, "Benefactor, this is a lottery!"

"How?" Wang Yalun cooperated with the Taoist priest.

"If the benefactor wants to break, I can help the benefactor open the altar—"

"Come on, I'll give you 10 yuan. I don't have any more. Do you want it or not?"

"Pindao has a predestined relationship with the benefactor, and is willing to help the benefactor open the altar—"

"Okay, I don't have to tell you so much, I'll give you the money, and don't let the wind blow it away."

After speaking, Wang Yalun took out 10 yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table, then turned and left.

The Taoist didn't intend to shut up, "Benefactor, the world is getting worse, this 10 yuan—"

"Come on, don't think I don't know what signs are in your box. I came here to find an expert. You can save your drool and go outside to find another benefactor."

After speaking, Wang Yalun quickly walked through the hall and went inside, planning to find someone to ask where the abbot was.

As soon as he left the back door of the main hall, he saw a Taoist boy sweeping the floor with a big broom in his hand.

This time it was Wang Yalun's turn to salute first: "This little priest, is Abbot Benguan here?"

"Master Abbot has gone wandering."

"Which priest is in charge?"

"It's Uncle Shangjing."

"I don't know where I can find this Taoist priest?"

Daotong put the broom on the ground and said respectfully to Wang Yalun, "I'll take you there."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I have delayed your work, the Taoist chief."

"Whisk the dust and help others is the same principle, it doesn't get in the way."

Daotong led Wang Yalun to turn left and right for a while, until Wang Yalun couldn't find the north, so he took him into a alchemy room.

"Please benefactor, wait here. I'll go find Uncle Shangjing."

"Work and work."

Wang Yalun walked into the elixir room and sat on a chair, waiting for the priest to go to Jingjing.

Waiting and waiting for no one to see, Wang Yalun felt his upper and lower eyelids fighting. He squinted on the table for 5 minutes and then got up. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep on the table.

When he woke up again, he felt his stomach growling.

This morning he was in a hurry to go up the mountain, so he drank a bottle of milk. He thought it would take half a day at most, but he raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already past 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

It has been nearly 8 hours since he came to the alchemy room to wait for that Taoist priest at about 6 o'clock in the morning. Did the Taoist priest come and see that he was asleep and then leave?

Oops, it's broken, what a delay.And it also left a bad impression on others.

Thinking of this, Wang Yalun stood up quickly, but unexpectedly his legs became numb while sleeping, and he almost knelt on the ground.

He had no choice but to sit down again, stretched out his hands to touch his legs, and stood up until he was not so numb, and limped out of the alchemy room.

As soon as he got out of the alchemy room and breathed in the fresh air, Wang Yalun stretched unconsciously. He slept soundly this time.

It's no wonder that he slept soundly. This place is indeed a quiet and peaceful place, with the occasional crisp birdsong and the fragrance of flowers brought by the breeze.

"The life of a Taoist priest is happiness, being close enough to nature."

After sighing, Wang Yalun realized that he didn't know where to go to get to the main hall or the entrance of the Taoist temple.

There were three moon gates in front of him, all of which were exactly the same. He carefully recalled the gate that Dao Tong brought him in, it seemed to be the one in the middle, and it seemed to be the one on the left.

Why did he suddenly feel like it was the one on the right?
Wang Yalun walked to the middle door, poked his head over and called softly, "Is anyone there?"

There is no one behind the moon gate, only a winding gravel road can be seen.

He went to the door on the left and called again, "Is anyone there?"

No one responded.

Wang Yalun thought for a while: If you die, you can die. How big this Taoist temple can be, you will not get lost in the Taoist temple. If you walk down any road, you will always meet other Taoist priests.

So he raised his leg and stepped over the moon gate on the left and started walking along the gravel road.

As he walked, Wang Yalun realized that he had made a mistake.

Because this stone road leads all the way to the front, there is no turning around at all, which is completely different from the road he followed Daotong to Danfang.

Do you want to go back and leave through the door in the middle?
Wang Yalun thought for a while, he came to ask where the suicide note was, not to visit the Taoist temple, and he was very hungry now, so there was no need to go down this road that he knew was wrong.

So he turned his head and started to walk back. As he walked, he realized something was wrong again...