Datang: Stop pretending, you are a peerless expert

The next morning, Wan Chuan came out of the room.

His face became more and more rosy, and he looked very excited.

Walking in the yard, the servants were doing their own things, and they didn't seem to care about his existence.

"Lead me the horse."

Wan Chuan said.

The servant then walked to the stable in the backyard stupidly, and led the horse to the front yard.

Wan Chuan rode his horse out of the courtyard and walked to the street.

People come and go on the road, especially Suzaku Street, shoulder to shoulder, very lively.

There are only two days left before the start of the Hungry Ghost Festival, and there is an endless stream of tourists entering Chang'an City.

It stands to reason that people at this time should worship their ancestors at home, and there is no time to come out.

But there was a celebration in Yongyangfang, and the news spread throughout the big towns of Datang.

They all wanted to come and watch the fun.

Yongyang Square, this is the most prosperous place in Chang'an City.

Men want to have a good time at nightclubs, and women want to go shopping in Yongyangfang.

The inns in Chang'an City are already overcrowded, and the residents' yards can be rented out.

Wan Chuan rode his horse through the street, and he didn't seem to have any sense of the pedestrians coming and going.

Passing through the crowd and exiting the Yanxing Gate, there are densely packed people camping outside.

Because they couldn't find a place to stay, they could only choose to sleep here.

Patrolling the city, Marquis Wu rode a horse to patrol the city. The population of Chang'an City soared several times, and the pressure on law and order was great.

Qin Qiong is riding a horse with two golden maces hanging on the horse's head.

He personally inspected Chang'an City day and night, fearing that something might go wrong.

Wan Chuan ignored Qin Qiong and Marquis Wu, and left Chang'an City straight away, becoming more and more secluded as he walked.

Finally, I saw a Taoist temple in a secluded place.

This is the Temple of the Three Purities, the place where Taoist Baihe lived temporarily.

There are many pilgrims here, and more people come to offer incense today.

Wan Chuan stopped his horse at the door, tied it to a tree, and swayed into the Taoist temple by himself.

The Taoist boy at the door recognized Wan Chuan, bowed with one palm and said, "Wan Hu Cao, why are you here?"

Wan Chuan has a short stature, about the same height as Dao Tong.

With a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, he said with a chuckle: "I'll invite Taoist Priest Baihe."

His eyes were very strange, Dao Tong was taken aback and trembled.

"Daoist Baihe is in the quiet room in the backyard."

Dao Tong instinctively shrank back to make way.

Wan Chuan staggered and entered the gate of the Taoist temple like a tumbler.

Daotong looked at Wan Chuan's back, and murmured, "This Wan Hu Cao's eyes are like monsters."

A pilgrim next to him walked past Daotong and heard his muttering.

"What? There are monsters? There are gods flying in the sky every day in Chang'an City, how can there be monsters?"

The pilgrims came from other places. They didn't know that the hot air balloons were flying in the sky, but they thought it was gods flying in the sky.

Daotong ignored the pilgrim, who was still immersed in fear.

Wan Chuan entered the gate of the Taoist temple, passed through the passing pilgrims, and entered the backyard.

The dojo in front is noisy, but the backyard is a clean place, very secluded.

From time to time, a few birdsong can be heard.

Wan Chuan walked to the front of a quiet room by feeling, and he saw a white-haired Taoist priest meditating on the couch in the room.

This is Taoist Priest Baihe, who is said to be quite capable and has lived for hundreds of years.

Wan Chuan walked in and sang a fat song: "Master Baihe."

When Wan Chuan came in, Priest Bai He opened his eyes.

Although his beard and hair are white, his face is rosy and his eyes are bright.

When Daoist Baihe saw Wan Chuan, he frowned, and his eyes suddenly stared at Wan Chuan.

"Wanhucao, your complexion is even worse today, it seems"

Daoist Baihe wanted to say that there seems to be something inside your body.

But he is hard to say.

Because the first time I met Wan Chuan, Daoist Bai He said it, but Wan Chuan responded with a slap in the face.

Wan Chuan didn't care what Taoist Priest Baihe said at all, he just laughed and said: "Prince Taoist, my wife would like to invite you to do a small ceremony at home."

Priest Baihe was very surprised.

He is an expert invited by Li Shimin, Wan Chuan is just a householder in Jingzhao Mansion, it is against the rules to let Taoist Baihe go to his house to do something.

Moreover, Daoist Bai He felt that there was something strange in Wan Chuan's family.

It stands to reason that Wan Chuan did not dare to invite him to his home, but this time he took the initiative to invite him.

Is it to invite you into the urn?
I don't know if Daoist Baihe is hundreds of years old, but he is definitely a mature person.

He will not ignore whether there is fraud in it.

"Wanhu Cao, why did you suddenly mention this matter today?"

Priest Baihe laughed.

He neither said good, nor said bad, but first explored the tone.

Wan Chuan sat on the couch by himself, laughed and said, "Daoist Baihe, didn't you say that I was bewitched?"

"I told my wife, and she said she was not feeling well either."

"I think what the Taoist priest said must be reasonable. There is no reason that our husband and wife are both uncomfortable."

"The Taoist master showed mercy, and showed us both what happened."

When Wan Chuan said it, he sighed and seemed to be very sincere.

Priest Bai He paid attention to Wan Chuan's every move, wanting to see if what he said was the truth.

But apart from Wan Chuan's strange looking body, his demeanor is not deceiving.

Priest Bai He thought to himself: If it is really some kind of evil spirit, he is also a practitioner in this way, so why can't he surrender?

Just when Daoist Baihe was suspicious, Wan Chuan said: "Prince Daoist, if you are afraid that our family's evil spirits are too powerful and you can't take them down by yourself, then forget it."

"We can't ruin the Taoist priest's life because of our husband and wife."

Wan Chuan was still smiling all over his face, as if mocking.

Daoist Baihe believed himself to be strong in Daoism, and was provoked by Wan Chuan, so he got up and said, "Although the poor Taoist dare not say that he is better than Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, he still has some skills."

"Little evil spirit, how could the poor be afraid."

"As long as Wan Hucao leads the way, we will go early and return early, and we have to go to the Fa Conference the day after tomorrow, so there is no delay."

Daoist Bai He finally agreed.

Wanhu Cao looked a little happy, but he didn't look like his trick was successful.

Priest Baihe has been paying attention to Wan Chuan's behavior.

"That's great, Daoist Baihe, please follow me."

Wan Chuan walked ahead with a smile, his short legs walking quickly.

At the door, Dao Tong saw Taoist Priest Bai He coming out, and hurriedly said, "Is Taoist Priest going out?"

Priest Bai He nodded and said, "Tell your master, I'll go out for a while and I'll be back soon."

Priest Baihe is not the master here, but a guest here.

He and the master of the Sanqing Temple are good friends.

Daotong said: "The disciple understands."

Daoist Bai He said, "Bring my donkey here again."

Dao Tong hurriedly went to the backyard to bring the Taoist chief's donkey. It was a white donkey, which was very rare.

"Daozhang, what else do you want to tell your disciples?"

Dao Tong asked.

Priest Baihe shook his head, got on the donkey, and followed Wan Chuan to Chang'an City.

Daotong watched Taoist Priest Bai He riding on the white donkey, and suddenly felt like he was going to a funeral.

Daotong shivered all over, and quickly bowed to the Sanqing holy statue.