Fox Road Travel Notes

Monk Tong's eyebrows stood up, he slapped the table and said angrily: "Just defraud him of some money?"

"This little widow was almost wiped out by him!"

"No, I won't agree!"

"This hatred is as deep as the ocean, how can it be so easy to let go!"

Chen Zican smiled bitterly and said, "Third brother, I didn't say that I just cheated him out of some money and passed away."

"I mean, doesn't he love money as much as his life, and he will do whatever it takes to take advantage of him?"

"Then let's defraud him of all his money and make him miserable."

"Then, how about you take his life again?"

Wang Heming nodded and said, "That's right. Kill people first and kill your heart first."

"For such a person, being defrauded of a tael of silver would be more distressing than having his life taken away from him."

Cang Haijun sneered: "Boy, I knew you were a liar."

"Last time we had a bet on wine, you also tried some trick, didn't you?"

Chen Zican said with a smile on his face: "Where is it?"

"Didn't I borrow your magical power from Teacher Cang to draw the talisman last time?"

It's a good thing he didn't mention this. Canghaijun couldn't help but raise his fists when he thought of being teased by him that day, pretending to hit him.

Chen Zican jumped three feet away, waved his hand and said: "Hey, big brother——"

"This little brother is not good enough to be your old puncher."

"Believe it or not? If you beat me to death, you will never know how you lost."

Cang Haijun retracted his fist angrily.

"Then tell me, how did you condense the essence of half a bowl of strong liquor into ice slag?"

Chen Zican salivated: "Don't rush, don't rush, I'll tell you after you teach me the Canglong's various changes."

"Our top priority is to think about how to get money. Mr. Cang Shui's matter is urgent!"

He sighed: "To say this, I can only blame you for not telling me earlier."

"Otherwise, why would it be delayed for more than a month!"

"If you knew that you were raising money for Mr. Cang Shui, I would never refuse even if you defaulted on the payment."

Cang Haijun was stunned and stared into his eyes.

After a while, he nodded: "Okay!"

"Based on your words, when this matter is finished, I will teach you the various transformations of the Canglong!"

The next day, a Taoist priest came to Wei Hui Mansion. He had a feather cloak and a star crown. He was handsome and handsome, and his appearance was extraordinary.

Looking at him, he looks like an immortal from a cave, descending to the mortal world for the first time.

He brought with him an ugly, bearded servant, and a disciple who was fifteen or sixteen years old, with bright eyes and always smiling.

As soon as he arrived at Wei Hui Mansion, the ugly servant went to East Street and rented two houses facing the street.

One room is said to be a fortune-telling shop, and the other is used to live in.

On the third day, early in the morning, two cloth flags were picked out from the shop.

One reads: "Heaven is as smart as thunder, knowing this life and past lives."

Another one reads: "The divine eyes are like lightning, seeing through the world of immortals and mortals."

The shop is clean and simple.

Against the wall, there is a long table.

The young Taoist priest, who came out of the world with a graceful appearance and looked like a fairy, sat quietly at the table.

Behind him is a picture of Lan Ke playing chess with elegant brushwork.

The ugly servant put up the cloth banner and walked to the door.

He shouted loudly: "There are countless misfortunes and blessings in the world, and there are clear distinctions between good and bad in the world!"

"Kunlun Mountain Taoist Wang Zhixuan, traveling through your land, gives three hexagrams every day without taking any money."

"Only for the lucky ones, don't miss it!"

He changed directions and shouted three times in a row before returning to stand behind the long table.

He frowned and whispered, "I always feel that this guy is just playing tricks on me."

"He asked me to be a thief last night, and today I'm hawking on the street again, but he's hiding himself!"

The Taoist priest adjusted his feather coat embroidered with the Seven Bagua Stars, covered his mouth and yawned.

"Last night, I painted until the third watch."

"I spent a lot of time in the morning, and finally reduced the ten hexagrams every day to three hexagrams."

"Zi Can said that we will see the outcome within three days, so let's just endure it."

There were several banging knocks on the wall nearby: "Shut up, everyone, and play your part."

"Be serious and don't keep chirping."

"It's messed up. Tens of thousands of people have no food to eat..."

The two looked at each other speechless.

When you are an extra, you don’t even have a lunch box, and you still have to bear such a big responsibility, who can you ask for explanation?

At this moment, the little Taoist boy played by Chen Zican ran over and whispered to Cang Haijun: "Let's change places."

"You go and stay inside."

Cang Haijun was very dissatisfied: "Why, I like to watch the fun outside..."

Chen Zican pouted: "Hurry up!"

"You're standing here, like a thunder lord. I'm afraid you'll scare away the guests."

Lord Canghai was furious: "I was born with a strange appearance. I look like a master at first glance. Do you understand?"

Chen Zican scratched his head: "Go if I tell you to, and obey the director's arrangements!"

"Well, your ears are better than mine."

Mr. Canghai picked up the copper bowl on the corner of the table that contained a few Five Emperors coins. There was a copper wire connected to the bottom of the table.

Qidao: "Didn't you say that as long as you have this thing, you can hear Commander Wang's fart?"

Chen Zican smiled awkwardly and said: "Go quickly, go quickly."

"My handwriting is not as beautiful as yours, so that's okay, right?"

Cang Haijun laughed: "This sentence seems to be the truth."

"However, I can only trust you three points."

"I said, you kid can't write, can you?"

Of course it’s not that Chen Zican can’t write.

He is just like most young people in the new era, he can recognize traditional Chinese characters but cannot write traditional Chinese characters.

He pushed Cang Haijun: "Remember, just like what I demonstrated."

"The rest of it is up to you, just don't go too far."

This morning, all the ladies, aunts, fathers and villagers in Weihui Mansion heard a high-pitched and clear voice coming from the gorgeous clouds in the sky at sunrise.

"There are countless blessings and misfortunes in the world, and the good and bad in the world are clear! Kunlun Mountain Taoist Wang Zhixuan, traveling through your land, gives three hexagrams every day, without taking any money, just for the destined ones, don't miss it!"

This voice is long and lingering, reaching everywhere.

Whether you are squatting in the hut of Zuixianju in Dongcheng or resting on the pink arms of Tianxiang Tower in Xicheng, you can hear it clearly.

It was as if it was ringing in my ears, three times in a row, and the lingering sound lingered like a wisp.

Soon, the street was full of pedestrians asking around.

Who is this master from Kunlun Mountain, Taoist Priest Wang Zhixuan, and where is he now?

It didn't take half a minute to open the door, and several aunties who were buying groceries and emptying the toilet gathered around the shop.

Pointing at Wang Heming, who looked like a crown jewel, elegant and refined.

He clicked his tongue and said: "This Taoist priest, could it be Lu Dongbin who plays three plays of White Peony in the script?"

"So handsome..."

"Oh, it hurts me so much that I became a Taoist priest..."

A fat aunt put down the toilet and pushed her little daughter-in-law who was carrying a basket beside her.

"Liu Niang, you have been guarding the house for three years, and you are worthy of the old Zhao family. Look at this little fairy, tsk tsk, how adorable he is."

"Go, let's count it as a marriage."

"Didn't he say that he only treats people who are destined for him?"

"What if you are the destined person he is looking for?..."

The little daughter-in-law was at a loss and glanced at Wang Heming, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

He turned around and ran away: "Aunt Li, you have been guarding me for thirty years, why don't you go?"

"What if he is destined to be with you?"

A group of women burst into laughter.

Aunt Li pinched her chubby waist and scolded with a smile: "Xiaolang Hoozi, if I weren't old enough to be a mother, would I still need your guidance?"

There was another bustle, and the atmosphere was as lively as a opera.

Even though Wang Heming had experienced countless battles in his life, he still tried to remain calm at this time.

In my heart, I was so panicked that I felt like I was on a blind date.