The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

When they arrived at Tianxing Temple, they were greeted by a young Taoist priest who took them into a side hall.

"Master is practicing, please wait a moment." The Taoist served tea to them and then left.

Li Muchen saw the talisman posted on the side door of the side hall, and went up to take a look. Sure enough, it was good paper and good sand.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Daoyuan arrived late, raised his hands to Feng Tianming and said: "Second Master Feng is coming, I am sorry for missing you."

Li Muchen's consciousness swept over him and saw that although there was real energy flowing in Zhang Daoyuan's body, the energy was flat and dispersed. It was obvious that he had not practiced any martial arts just now.

It seems that he came out late just to maintain the mystery and dignity of his identity.

Feng Tianming also held up his hands and said, "I am the one who should be forgiven for disturbing Taoist Master Qing Xiu. I brought a friend here today and wanted to come to your temple to ask for some cinnabar yellow paper."

"I came to the Taoist temple to look for red sand and yellow paper. Apart from making talismans, I really can't think of any other uses." Zhang Daoyuan looked at Li Muchen, "It seems that he is also a fellow Taoist. I wonder what I call you, sir?"

"Li Muchen." Li Muchen said.

Zhang Daoyuan was slightly startled and looked at Li Muchen up and down.

The young Taoist priest next to him suddenly pointed and said, "So you are Li Muchen!"

"Daozhang Zhang knows Mr. Li?" Feng Tianming asked in surprise.

Zhang Daoyuan laughed: "Where, where, Xiaodao lives in seclusion here, how can I meet Mr. Li. It's just that a few days ago, the Lin family searched all over the world for a Taoist named Li, and it must be Mr. Li."

Li Muchen smiled slightly and said nothing more.

Zhang Daoyuan asked: "I wonder where Mr. Li is practicing in the fairy mountain treasure land?"

Li Muchen said: "Kunlun."

Zhang Daoyuan laughed and said, "Mr. Li really loves to joke."

Li Muchen didn't explain either.

He knew many experts from the Fu Lu Sect, but Zhang Daoyuan's Taoism was too shallow and his level was too low, so it was useless to explain to him.

Zhang Daoyuan saw that Li Muchen was silent and felt a little unhappy, so he said to the disciple beside him: "Go and get some cinnabar and yellow paper for him."

The disciple walked out.

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Feng Tianming broke the silence and said, "Taoist Zhang, I always feel depressed and upset recently. I would like to ask Taoist priest to help me."

Zhang Daoyuan smiled and said: "I think the second master is very lucky and will meet a noble person recently. There is no need to worry about your minor physical problems. Let me draw a talisman for you."

Feng Tianming was overjoyed. It was usually not easy to ask Zhang Daoyuan to give him a talisman, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative today.

"Then thank you Daoist Zhang."

The little Taoist priest brought over a pack of cinnabar, a jar of prepared cinnabar ink, and a stack of cut yellow paper.

Zhang Daoyuan picked up the brush on the pen stand next to him, dipped it in cinnabar ink, and began to draw the symbols.

I saw him move his pen like a dragon and a snake, and his pen was like flying.

Even Li Muchen had to admit that the Taoist priest's movements of drawing talismans were so beautiful.

Unfortunately, real magic is not for people to see.

Zhang Daoyuan's skills, in the eyes of a layman, are indeed somewhat of a master's style.

But in Li Muchen's eyes, apart from his free and easy movements, he was useless.

Zhang Daoyuan drew the talisman and gave it to Feng Tianming.

Feng Tianming took the talisman and thanked him profusely.

Zhang Daoyuan glanced at Li Muchen, and when he saw that Li Muchen had no reaction, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On this talisman, he deliberately missed one stroke.

As long as you are a disciple of Fulumen, you can tell it at a glance.

Zhang Daoyuan concluded that Li Muchen was just a charlatan who came to Hecheng's wealthy family to make money.

Feng Tianming paid the money and prepared to leave.

Li Muchen suddenly said: "I want to try this cinnabar."

After that, without using a pen, I dipped my hand into some cinnabar ink and smeared it on the yellow paper.

After a while, he drew random things on the paper, like a child's graffiti.

"Mr. Li, how do you like this cinnabar?" Zhang Daoyuan asked with a smile.

Li Muchen said: "It's okay, but it's a bit too thin."

Zhang Daoyuan snorted coldly and said, "Then please go back and make the mixture yourself, Mr. Li. See you off!"

Li Muchen and Feng Tianming went out together.

Suddenly, the little Taoist priest ran out again, called Feng Tianming over and whispered.

Li Muchen was far away, but there was no way he could not hear it.

The little Taoist priest said: "Master Feng, my master asked me to remind you that Mr. Li is a charlatan, so be careful."

Feng Tianming glanced at Li Muchen doubtfully.

After watching them drive away, the little Taoist priest went back and returned to Zhang Daoyuan.

The little Taoist asked: "Master, is this guy named Li really a liar?"

Zhang Daoyuan held a blue and white tea cup, gently blew the foam on the tea soup, and said leisurely: "He can't even understand the most basic talisman. If you look at the talisman he drew, can it be called a talisman?"

The little Taoist priest glanced at the "ghost painting talisman" left by Li Muchen on the table and burst into laughter.

I reached out to take it, and as soon as I touched the talisman paper, I felt my fingers go numb.

He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he heard a thunderous explosion and a boom, which startled Zhang Daoyuan.

"Go out and see."

Zhang Daoyuan hurriedly put down the tea cup, and the tea splashed out and landed on the "ghost painting talisman" painted by Li Muchen.

The two walked out of the house, but they didn't notice that behind them, the talisman paper slowly melted in the tea, and the strokes on the paper turned into light and rose into the sky.

Zhang Daoyuan stood in the middle of the yard and looked up to see several golden lights flying above his head.

"The ground is thundering, the sword energy is flying into the sky!"

"Quick! Quick! Get the incense quickly. This is a sign that the immortal is coming. I want to burn incense and pray to welcome the immortal!"

The little Taoist priest quickly brought incense and lit it for Zhang Daoyuan.

Zhang Daoyuan knelt on the ground in the yard, held the incense above his head, and muttered something.

……

Li Muchen took the yellow paper back home, took a taxi, and hurried to Haizhou Hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel entrance, Li Muchen was stopped by the security guard and asked what he was doing.

Zhang Yiping and Zhou Xu were chatting in the hotel lobby.

Zhou Xu caught a glimpse of a familiar figure outside the gate.

He poked Zhang Yiping and signaled: "Brother Zhang, look outside, is that Li Muchen?"

Zhang Yiping looked outside and saw, right? Li Muchen seemed to be about to come in, but was stopped by the security guard.

"Go and have a look."

The two came to the gate.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yiping asked.

When the security guard saw Zhang Yiping, he immediately stood at attention and said, "Master Zhang, this man said he came to discuss business with Mr. Chen on behalf of the Lin family. I saw that he took a taxi, so I asked a few more questions."

"Representing the Lin family?" Zhou Xu laughed sharply next to him, "Li Muchen, aren't you working as a waiter at the Qinmin Hotel? When did you become the representative of the Lin family? Did your hotel acquire the Lin family?"

At this point, he almost burst into tears laughing.

When the security guard heard about it: "Thankfully Mr. Zhang and your friends are here, otherwise I would have almost been deceived by him."

Then he wanted to drive Li Muchen away in disgust.

Zhang Yiping also found it funny.

However, he still maintained the demeanor that an upper-class young man should have, stopped the security guard, and said to Li Muchen:

"Your reason is too far-fetched and no one will believe it. If you are here to stay in a hotel, we welcome you, but let me remind you that Haizhou is a five-star hotel and the rooms are very expensive."