Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"The trek, the monk is actually looking for a Taoist fortune telling, this is what the world!" Ye Shaoyang also saw his eyes straight, "If we are such a wonderful priest, I have to hack them!"

The two monks were finished, very satisfied, and they thanked the old Taoist priests. They called Amitabha and left with satisfaction.

Ye Shaoyang and Xiao Yumu sent two monks to go far, and their hearts were messy.

"Hongmen Avenue, all things are the same, the Promise is the Promise, the Buddha is the Tao!" The old Taoist squatted with a beard, and Yang Shaoyang squinted and smiled. It was close to noon, and the hall had no pilgrims, so the Taoist priests noticed them.

"A good Buddha is the way." Ye Shaoyang thought, this sentence is really appropriate here.

The old Taoist priests waved to the two men. "Come and come, two male and female, waiting for the poor road to count for you, breaking the fog, indicating life. Life is life, two luck, three feng shui, four hearts and five phases, six names, Family, friendship, love, civil service exams, career promotion, everything is related to this, coming and coming, listening to the poor road, straightforward, helping you to come up with ideas, solve troubles, become a winner in life..."

Ye Shaoyang was paralyzed when he heard it.

"I said, you have a set of ones, where you learned, you are a Taoist, not a spiritual lecturer, how can you manage it?"

The old Taoist priest smiled. "The cowhide is not blowing. The train is not pushed. Let the poor road give you a glimpse. If you say no, you won't take it."

Ye Shaoyang felt very fun. Going over and sitting on the stool in front of the old Taoist, he said, "You first talk about what we are."

The old Taoist priests married two people and said: "You... a couple..."

Suddenly I saw a small smirk in the corner of the fish, and my eyes turned and immediately said, "That is impossible."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart is secretly funny, but this old Taoist is good at observing his words.

The old Taoist said: "You are brothers and sisters, right?"

Seeing that Ye Shaoyang didn't make a sound, the old Taoist priest grasped Ye Shaoyang's hand and began to count. Ye Shaoyang listened, and he felt very disappointed in his heart: this old Taoist priest is just like the rivers and lakes warlocks outside, and he is good at saying that listening to his mouth is a term. In fact, it is a scam, and people feel very professional.

Ye Shaoyang wanted to use fortune telling to test the depth of this old Taoist. He did not expect a single abbot, but also a counterfeit goods, but since it came, always try.

At the moment, I waved my hand to the old Taoist who was still talking. "Well, don't worry, listen to me: see the mountain is not the mountain, see the water is not water, the celestial come in the cloud, Baoshan does not know name."

- I don't know where this is. The cyclamen are the identity of their Taoist. Baoshan is a respectable name.

This incision came out, Ye Shaoyang originally did not hold any hope, did not expect the old Taoist stunned, the eyes suddenly shot the light, looking up and down Ye Shaoyang.

Then he arched his hands and crossed them. In the left and right, he shook three times. He said, "The mountain is Taiyi Mountain, the water is Sanqingshui, and the guests are driving the clouds. How many days?"

- Taiyi and Sanqing are all Taoist terms. They mean that they are Taoist priests. The last two sentences are respectful compliments. Because Taoism has thirty-three heavens, it is all gods.

Ye Shaoyang listened, satisfied with the smile, and started the ceremony, saying: "Maoshan Mengwei Tianshi Road."

The old road said, suspiciously said: "The poor road will not go down the mountain for a long time, don't fool me."

Ye Shaoyang also did not want to say the incision again, delaying the time, directly touching the Tianshi card and taking it on the table.

The old Taoist took it up, and when he had a hand, he knew it was true. He immediately returned to Ye Shaoyang and got up and said, "I have seen the fairy. The poor road of the Pure Yang Palace abbot."

Ye Shaoyang returned the ceremony and looked at him up and down. Some of them were surprised and said: "You are a abbot, how to put a balance in this, and run the train full of mouth, there is no truth."

"Cough, the time is not good, mix the rice to eat." Wang Daogan sighed. "As for the calculations... it is not a poor road to be willing to say, but often tells the truth, others do not believe, can not hear a little bad, Later, when I was poor, I learned to be smart. I only said good things and didn’t tell the truth."

Speaking of this, Wang Daogan glanced at the little fish. "This girl is not good-looking, and her eyebrows are gray. I am afraid that there will be disasters recently."

Xiaoyudao: "How is it possible, I am good."

Wang Daogan laughed and said: "Yes, everyone is like this. If you say good things, you will believe. If you are ill, you will not believe."

The little fish suddenly wakes up, and I want to ask for a good word. Think carefully, there is Ye Shaoyang around, there is no need to ask for help, and ask others, so I don’t want to ask.

Wang Daoqian stood up and called a Taoist from the main hall to help himself to work. Then he took Ye Shaoyang and the small fish through the hall and went out from the small door of the partial hall. There was a small road down the mountain, and he walked halfway up the mountain and passed through a bamboo forest. There is a dilapidated Taoist temple in front, and the Taoist name is still called "Pure Yang Palace."

As soon as I entered the Taoist temple, on the pillars of the first entrance to the courtyard, there were several lines of characters that were engraved, and Wang Dao was so pleased to ask Ye Shaoyang to identify.

"The first ancestor of the Yangtze River is pure yang, and the nine turns to Dan Chengdao Qichang; today, there is no other language, I hope that everyone will drive."

Ye Shaoyang meditated again and said: "Is this poem written by Lu Chunyang?"

“Yes, Lu Dongbin opened the view here and built the Pure Yang Palace. This poem was written by him personally to encourage his disciples to practice the Tao. But there were too many Buddhist temples here, and Lu Dongbin was too noisy, so he left the place...”

The fish did not wait to hear it, clapping his hands and said: "I know that Lu Dongbin was summoned by Wu Zetian and opened in Huashan, which is the later Chunyang!"

Both looked at her with surprise.

Wang Dao said: "Who did you listen to?"

"Jian Wangsan's game settings, pure Yang is a martial art, all under the door are Taoist. Many people play this game, but I like Tiance."

"What is messy!" Ye Shaoyang rolled his eyes. "There is no way to say nonsense. Huashan is the fourth hole in the gate, the whole truth."

Wang Daogan and the two men walked in the Taoist temple. It was far worse than the Taoist temple. It was small and simple.

When drinking tea in the partial hall, Wang Daogan told Ye Shaoyang that it was actually the real ancient Yang Palace, which was built later on the mountain to deceive tourists. These priests are also for their livelihood, they have to take up fortune telling, sell something, earn some home.

Ye Shaoyang feels funny in his heart. He also does the same business on Maoshan. Naturally knowing the profit is not as simple as earning a home. However, it has not been exposed.

Wang Daoqian thought they were coming to play. I wanted to take them to visit Zizhi Cave, but Ye Shaoyang had a thought, and now the simple way to express his own intentions:

Some friends and family members are angry, and when they are angry, they come to work as nuns, and now come to her to go back.