I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

Ye Heng was given reassurance by Gao Jiayi, and took him to the street for a few days to travel together, finally dispelling the depression in his heart.

But as Gao Jiayi mentioned the present Holy Majesty from time to time, new doubts and troubles arose in his heart - he had previously linked Bailong's departure with Yin Er, but now that he thought about it, how could it be possible for Yin Er to be a mortal? Rare white dragon?Isn't the only one in this world who can deal with Bailong the national teacher?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was reasonable. If not, Bailong knew through the ring that he thought about him, so why did he still let himself go?Could it be that he can't even ask someone to send a letter?Unless Bailong has always lied, this ring is useless to call him!

For inhuman things, you can only find someone who understands inhuman things. Ye Heng slapped the table and called Jin Bao: "Go, take me to meet that trail... the little brother who fell into the latrine!"

He left as soon as he said, and he left in a hurry, but he didn't think he was indifferent to whether Bailong could show up anytime and anywhere, after all, he never thought of relying entirely on Bailong; nor was he worried that the national teacher would cook him up and eat him After all, Bailong himself doesn't take the national teacher seriously; he just wants to see if Bailong is interesting enough!

The little Taoist lived in a broken Taoist temple in the suburbs. When Ye Heng passed by, he was drinking water from a broken earthen pot.Seeing his downcast appearance, Ye Heng gave him two vegetable buns without saying a word.

The little Taoist took the bun and stuffed it into his mouth, wolfed down two mouthfuls, then jumped up and hid behind the pillar: "Benefactor, I really don't dare to cure your demon, please let me go."

"Who told you to do that?"

Ye Heng glared at him, and signaled Jin Bao to guard in the courtyard, while he walked into the Taoist temple and looked around, because he couldn't find a place that could be called clean, so he stood there and said: "Don't talk about monsters in the future. And since you live here, why don't you clean it up..."

After eating the buns, the little Taoist wiped his mouth casually, dipped his hands in the broken crock pot, and followed him into the hall: "The cleaning is too clean, and someone will come to snatch the site at night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Heng staggered, looked down, and kicked the broken bricks aside: "Then what about your master and brother? You have had such a hard life, why don't you join them?"

The little Taoist's expression faded in a blink of an eye: "We are not from the capital city. When we passed by here, we heard that there are monsters in the capital, so we were going to enter the capital. But on the way, we were chasing something that seemed to be a monster, so unfortunately we got separated. Let's go to Beijing and wait for the master to come. Who knows that it has been so long and I haven't waited."

Ye Heng crossed his arms and looked at him: "If you can't wait, you can go back to your Taoist temple first."

The little Taoist was dejected: "I'm not bothered..."

"It's easy to deal with, as long as you help me with things, I will not treat you badly." Ye Heng took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, showed it to the little Taoist priest, and put it away again.

The little Taoist's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he turned his head into a chicken pecking rice: "As long as there is no danger, any number of piles will do!"

"Don't worry, I want you to help me find a person's whereabouts, can you do it?"

"No problem!" the little Taoist said, and took out a bundle from under the incense case, and from the bag, he took out incense, fire pockets, and a few copper coins and put them on the case, "I can't catch...but fortune-telling is still possible. , I’ve been relying on this for a few days. You report that person’s birthday, and I’ll give you a divination!”

"What if you don't know your birthday?"

"Then his name and place of origin?"

"I don't really know."

The little Taoist turned his head, frowned and said, "Then who are you looking for?"

"It's the one you saw at my house last time."

The little Taoist's pupils moved: "What??"

Seeing that the futons under the incense case were clean, Ye Heng took out one and sat on it, crossing his legs lazily: "Why, you refuse to look for it? Or do you mean you can't look for it?"

The little Taoist smiled sarcastically, and the smile was uglier than crying: "It's also possible to borrow something to make a divination, but if you find him, you must not let me out."

"Oh, so much talk. I just want to know where he is, and don't rush to kill him. What can I do to hinder you?"

The little Taoist breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, but you don't have a name and date of birth, so you have to keep thinking about his appearance for a while, and your attitude must be sincere and serious, and you must not be disturbed by external things, understand?"

After clarifying the precautions and burning incense to worship the main god in the hall, he carefully examined the dragon scale ring on Ye Heng's hand, then put the copper coin in his palm and shook it, muttering: "Disciple Du Qiyan wholeheartedly invites you God..."

When Ye Heng heard his name, he couldn't help but groan.

The little Taoist immediately raised his head and glanced at him, and raised his voice: "Respectfully, all the gods, all the gods and gods, pray for the hexagrams, and pray for the psychic response..."

Ye Heng immediately bit his lip, and began to concentrate on portraying the appearance of Bailong in his mind.

Tilting slightly, the little Taoist let go of his hand, the copper coins fell to the ground, and one slipped under the desk.The little Taoist squatted down, crawled in with his buttocks pouted, watched for a while, and reported his conclusion to Ye Heng after he came out: "He went to a place with water in the east, it should be a certain river."

Ye Heng narrowed his eyes: "That's it?"

The little Taoist nodded: "That's it. Divination can only ask for a general direction. If it is accurate to a specific location, it will be considered a leak of the secret, and it will cost your life."

"Okay." Ye Heng smacked his lips, "Then why don't you ask him about his luck?"

The little Taoist picked up the copper coins, repeated the old trick, inspected the copper coins one by one, and said: "This hexagram is Zhongping."

"How about Zhongping?"

The little Taoist put his hands behind his back, walked up and down pretending to be old-fashioned, and muttered in his mouth: "Jiaoqiu has not changed to guard the river, so he can't ascend to look higher. In the future, his body will change, Xu Jun will jump into the dragon gate."

After he finished reciting the poem, he turned around to get a look of admiration, but saw Ye Heng staring at him with his hands on his hips: "Speak human."

"In short, it is human peace, but the pursuit of things requires a lot of training to achieve."

Upon hearing this, Ye Heng nodded slowly.

The result of these two hexagrams really played a role in soothing his heart, but the little Taoist priest in front of him has lost his chain more than once, and it is hard to say whether he will fool himself, so he pondered for a while, and then came up with an idea: "Got it!" , then you can do a divination for me too, just ask about your fortune."

"Okay!" The little Taoist regained his energy when he heard it, and rolled up his sleeves to be serious, "This time you have a birthday name, and you are still standing in front of me, it must be more accurate than the previous two! Let's start!"

Ye Heng stood by his side and followed him to worship the god statue three times, thinking that his fortune has always been first-class, if this little Taoist priest dares to give a judgment other than "auspicious", he will never get money for going on the road!

As the copper coins landed on the incense table again, Ye Heng leaned over to the little Taoist priest, staring at his face first, and sizing up: "How is it?"

"Well... this hexagram is rare, wait for me to look it up." The little Taoist bent down, took out a book with rough edges from his bag, flipped through a page, and his face gradually became more confident. Turned to doubt.

"What's wrong?" Ye Heng poked his head over and read the words on the page, "Prosperity and wealth are like personal enemies... What does this mean?"

The little Taoist immediately closed the book and stamped out the word "bad": "That is to say, although your fortune is prosperous, it is a burden to you, so you have to pay more, do good deeds... well, that's what it means."

Ye Heng twitched the corner of his mouth.Hmph, cunning.It means let me hurry up and pay you more money, it's a good idea.

"Here," Ye Heng put the ingot of silver in his sleeve on the incense table, "It's yours."

"Ten taels?" The little Taoist quickly grabbed the silver in his hands, "Isn't that enough for me to go back?"

"Don't worry, I'll give you a big one after the first two hexagrams are confirmed." Ye Heng said as he walked towards the door, "Before that, stay here carefully, all the conversations between me and you are not worth it. You can tell anyone that if you can do it, you can eat and use it."

He opened the door, and after stepping out, he turned his head to look at the little Taoist priest, and said emphatically, "Remember what I said, Du Qiyan."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't hold back his laughter, and ran to Jin Bao who was guarding not far away: "Let's go!"

The little Taoist went down the stairs, picked up a small basket left on the ground, opened it, and there were several meat and vegetable dishes in it, as well as two sugar canes.

He carried the basket and chased outside the courtyard wall. Ye Heng had already gotten into the carriage, and he yelled at the rear of the carriage: "Hey! Remember to be ascetic when you go home, and don't think about making money! Advise your family to do the same! And next time Don't call me by my name, call me little master!"

The curtain on the side of the carriage opened, and he stretched out a hand and waved: "Got it! Little Master Du Qiyan!"

"Hey..." The little Taoist sighed, took out a piece of sugar cane and stuffed it into his mouth, and murmured to himself inarticulately, "How could there be such a hexagram? The more money you have, the more unlucky you are? Strange. "

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Ye Heng recalled the last hexagram he asked just now, and planned to temporarily give the little Taoist half of his trust.By the way, according to what the other party said, visit your own father - after he woke up from a strange dream that day, he suddenly missed him a little bit, but he was not in good health, so he didn't go to see him for a few days, the weather happened to be fine today, so he might as well go back to the mansion Look, anyway, Dad has already promised not to urge the marriage for a year and a half, and if he goes, he won't be afraid of detaining her.

After buying some pastries and fruits along the way, Ye Heng asked Jin Bao to carry him into the house, and successfully met Master Ye who was enjoying the shade in the backyard.

The two of them talked for a while with kindness and filial piety, and the topic inexplicably fell on Bailong.Ye Heng remembered that it was his father who mentioned it first, and he asked by the way if he knew where Bailong had gone, and then this sentence angered Master Ye for some reason, and he reprimanded him loudly.

"Isn't it you who tossed and turned and frightened people to sleep, that's why you ran away? After you made people run away, you still come to ask your father! It's really unreasonable!"

Ye Heng turned pale with anger: "I'm scared of sleeping? Who did you hear that? He's such a big head, how can I scare him of sleeping?"

"Really? I only know that when he was in your room a while ago, he didn't get out of bed except for eating and bathing. You played even more fiercely on Qiqiao Festival. You and him haven't seen each other for a long time. You made a big mess and became You can't get out of bed by yourself!" Master Ye waved a cane aggressively, "If you want others to know, you have to do nothing! Besides, I know your abilities very well!"

"Disrespect the old man!"

Ye Heng was so angry that he had nothing to say, put down the gift, turned around and ran out of the mansion, and flew into the carriage: "Go! Go home!"

At that time, he didn't know that this was the last time he saw Master Ye standing up and cursing people this year.