"Crunch!"
Two jeeps stopped at the intersection of Fenghuangji. As soon as the doors opened, Mo Laodao got down first, looked up at the dilapidated residential complex, and then stepped into the alley.
Sun Baosheng followed behind with Yu Tao and Wu Xiaoshan, and two other thugs, a total of five people. Previously, He Zun had ordered everything to be arranged by the old man, but that guy must be brought over.
At this time, the parents have gone to work, the children have gone to school, and only some old people are sitting in the alley in front of the courtyard. When they saw this group of people, they all showed surprise. The Phoenix Collection rarely had outsiders, not to mention such a unique style of painting. Immediately, two old men whispered:
"Hey, are they here to find trouble?"
"Not necessarily, maybe it's the demolition office."
"Then why are there Taoists?"
"Look at Feng Shui."
"Well, it makes sense."
"..."
Mo Laodao heard it in his ears, without changing his expression, he just quickened his pace. He quickly found a small courtyard along the house number, stopped and said, "You guys wait here, I'll go and have a look first."
"Understood!" Sun Baosheng replied.
After finishing speaking, he flung his sleeves into the courtyard and looked around: there were three tile-roofed houses in a clean environment, with corn stalks piled up under the eaves and dried red peppers hanging... It seemed nothing unusual.
He walked forward step by step, and just halfway there, he heard the door creak open, and a person came out.
Ho!
When the old Taoist saw this person, he couldn't help showing some surprise.
It is said that today's inner alchemy kung fu is all about the cultivation of life and soul. Eat and drink moderately, live regularly, and not work rashly, this is the fundamental. Only when the heart is calm can the qi be evenly distributed, the qi can be evenly distributed, and the mind can be concentrated, and the mind can be fully concentrated.
Essence of energy, full of energy, people can live longer.
These things are reflected on the surface, and ordinary people will have the most intuitive impression when they see it: Oh, this person has really bright eyes, black hair, ruddy complexion, and he feels very healthy.
But in the eyes of ascetics, the feeling is completely different. Just like the owner of this world, he is almost full of vitality, and he pokes wherever he wants, and there is a sense of detachment.
Mo Laodao has experienced countless times, and has never seen such a person, and more importantly, the other party is still so young.
"Old Daoist!"
"Old Daoist!"
"ah?"
He lost his mind for a while, but the other party yelled twice before he realized it, and he couldn't help but slapped his head: "Don't blame the layman, the poor Taoist is rude."
"Are you begging for alms or looking for someone?" Gu Yu asked with a smile.
"Can I come in and talk?"
"Of course, please."
Gu Yu turned sideways, glanced at several men outside the courtyard from the corner of his eye, and let them enter the house graciously. It doesn't matter to him, anyway, the visitor is not good, so it's better to find out the situation first.
The two came to the east room, and it was a bit funny for a Taoist priest to sit on the kang, so he moved a chair for him, and boiled water to prepare tea. After the two sat down, he asked, "Where did the Taoist priest come from?"
"The poor Taoist family's surname is Mo, and he comes from the Wuliang Temple of Lianhua Mountain."
"Immeasurable View?"
Gu Yu blinked and said with a smile: "Although I have never been to Lianhua Mountain, I have known you for a long time. I didn't know you came here..."
"hehe… "
Mo Laodao didn't respond, stroked his long beard, and said instead: "Just now in the courtyard, I can see that the layman has no fainting, his divine light is restrained, and he has such a cultivation level at a young age, which is really admirable."
"Thank you for the compliment." The guy cupped his hands.
"..."
The old Taoist restrained himself, and asked again: "How does the layman see me?"
"You are also very healthy, your body is very strong." He said seriously.
very hard... hard... really...
The old man almost choked to death, isn't that how you describe a square dancing aunt? Because he couldn't determine the other party's route, he wanted to test it out, but he didn't know that the guy didn't want to be aggressive and pretended to be a wolf with a big tail.
He simply got up and stopped going around in circles: "The poor Taoist just said it bluntly. Nowadays, the atmosphere of the Taoist school is skewed, money is ignorant, and profit is at the top. There are very few people left in my generation. Laymen are also practitioners, and the poor Taoist made a special trip to visit. It’s just an exchange or two.”
whispering sound!
Gu Yu sneered to himself, leading a group of strong men and driving a flagship jeep, you are a unique monk, aren't you? Looking at the fairy style, what he said was high-sounding, and he was not a bastard worshiping God-fake prudence!
In fact, in the yard, he saw the heels of the old Taoist, he had succeeded in nourishing Qi, but he failed to attract spiritual energy into his body, and was still wandering in the realm of mortals.
If he has good intentions, he is also eager to communicate, because practice is lonely after all. But you guys are clearly here to pick things up, and I'm still exposing myself, am I sick
Therefore, when the old Taoist finished speaking, Gu Yu didn't bother to pay attention at all, and just smiled: "Well... the water is boiling, I'll make you a bowl of tea."
Saying that, Yamo walked away and went into the kitchen to chatter.
And Mo Laodao poked in place, listening to the clanging of pots and pans, the muscles on his face were twitching. In fact, this person is very contradictory, he pursues the Dao, but also misses the mundane world; he believes in the existence of Taoism, but feels that there are no monks in the world, and he is already at the top.
It looks like it has something to do, but it is actually proud and complacent.
But this time, facing this young man, there was actually a kind of embarrassment of being exposed, as well as strong jealousy and fear.
About half a quarter of an hour later, Gu Yu came in carrying the pot, and poured it into the big blue and white bowl, and the heat rose instantly. He pushed the bowl and said with a smile: "My tea is not very good, don't mind."
"Pindao traveled all over the world in the early days, visited the masters all over the world, and knew what to do with each other, and the sharing of experience is the way to survive..."
"I heard that the scenery of Lianhua Mountain is very beautiful. If you have a chance, you must go and see it."
"The posture of the layman is heavenly, I don't know which lineage is passed down?"
"Drink tea, the heat will dissipate after a while."
"snort!"
Mo Laodao kept nagging, seeing that the guy was just playing around, he finally slapped the table, and said coldly: "It's useless to talk! Since the layman is stubborn, the poor Taoist must ask for advice, to see your ability .”
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Gu Yu's egg hurts, so if he came to find fault, he would just say it straight, and he would have to beat around the bush, so he said helplessly: "Ask for advice, but I just want to ask, how did you find me?"
"Because of the fragrant pills you made."
Xiangwan
His heart trembled, and he immediately cleared up his mind: Recently, he sent incense to two people, Jiang Xiaozhai and Zeng Yuewei. The other party said it was Xiang Wan, so it must have come from Zeng Yuewei, and behind it must be the He and Li families.
He was fearless, but he regretted that he was careless and implicated his friend in vain, so he immediately asked: "How is Zeng Yuewei now?"
"Zeng Yuewei? I don't know if I'm poor."
Impatient, the old man answered with a frown, secretly preparing to make a move.
"I don't know?"
After hearing this, Gu Yu slightly closed his long eyelashes, said these two words, and slowly got up.
"Hiss!"
In an instant, Mo Laodao opened his eyes wide, only to feel a trace of coolness rushing out of him, and then rushing all over his body. He tilted his neck slightly, and shrank his shoulders, as if every time this man got up, he was getting shorter... In the end, it seemed that he was shrouded in a sense of oppression of different levels, and he couldn't move at all.