I subconsciously turned back, "Chongyang, you show me whether my Yintang is dark?"
Chongyang shook his head, "It's quite white, just sweating."
I saw the young Taoist priest, wearing a gray robe, with a bun on top of his head, which was probably quite long when he draped it down, and looked at me with a smile.
"Isn't this a liar?" I said to my heart that I can't follow the liar's path, I must be caught off guard.
"I'm sorry I don't have the surname Ning." I smiled and looked at him.
"Oh?" The young Taoist smiled as he stood there. He had to say that although he was young, he still had some temperament. "But why do I think your surname is Ning?"
"Don't call me husband, just like my daughter-in-law."
The Taoist pursed his lips and smiled, "Ning Chuan, I don't mean anything to you, I have something to do with you?"
"How do you know my name is Ning Chuan?"
"Aren't you surnamed Ning?" The little Taoist jokingly asked.
"I just remembered it wrong. Tell me, what's the name of this handsome guy next to me?"
The little Taoist glanced at Chongyang and shook his head, "Why make things difficult for me, this time my master wants me to set up a fortune-telling stall here and wait for someone named Ning Chuan."
"Set up a Taoist stall in front of the monk's temple? Are you afraid of being beaten?"
"The first two days did come," the Taoist priest smiled, "but no monk dared to come these days."
The Taoist priest said in a big tone, "Your master wants you to come to me? How do you know that Ning Chuan is me? Have you seen me?" I said to my heart that it was calculated by pinching my fingers? However, I don't believe anything about this kind of anti-materialism.
The Taoist chuckled, "Don’t think too much. Naturally, it’s not calculated. Although our Taoist school pays attention to a number of prophecies, the ability to predict small things only exists in the myth. Before I came, the master gave me you. Looks like." He took out a cell phone as he spoke.
My heart said I was secretly photographed
Then I saw a brush painting in the phone album, which seemed, roughly, and vaguely a human face.
"I was afraid that the original painting was wrinkled, so I took it with my mobile phone."
My hands trembled, "Are you sure that is the original painting? Not the original symbol?"
The Taoist glanced at me awkwardly, "My master painted it, not mine. I still recognize it with good eyesight."
I slowed down and watched Chongyang shook my shoulders there, so I slapped him and said to the Taoist priest, "How do you know you can find me here?"
He smiled mysteriously, "I'll tell you about this later, now I have something to do with my master's account."
"Tell me?"
"My master, he has entered the mountain."
Into the mountain? The term is quite familiar, "Who is your master? What do you do when he enters the mountain to shut me down."
"Huh? You don't know my master?"
"If your master is Master Liu who sells pancakes and fruits, I still know him."
"My master's name is Guo Shanlin. He said that as long as he tells you he has entered the mountain, you will know what is going on."
"Yeah." I nodded solemnly "I know what's going on." Actually I don't know or know Guo Shanlin, but how does this kid look like a liar, I don't think he can be allowed to come with rhythm .
"Then you follow me into the mountain, my master wants you to follow."
"Huh? What's your name?" I said to my heart that I didn't know what your name was. I followed you into the mountain. What if you sold me? .
"My name is Guo Huihuang, don't you want to go?"
I didn't make a sound, watching a taxi coming next to me, pulling Chongyang to leave.
"My master also said that things are in the building." Guo Huihuang said. (End of this chapter)