Chapter 52 The Mighty Taoist

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 52 The Mighty Taoist

There are a total of six people in the team, and the team configuration is an old man with five apprentices.

Xia Yuan recognized it at a glance. Aren't these the same group of Bodhisattvas who performed under the big tree at the entrance of Xiajiazhuang Village some time ago?

But look at this, the Bodhisattva is getting more and more lazy, and the six of them ordered three bowls of noodles.

Zhao Yuerong obviously recognized the Bodhisattva, and his face turned red with excitement. He poked Xia Yuan's waist vigorously with his fingers, and suppressed his excitement and whispered: "Husband, husband, this is the Bodhisattva."

"I understand, don't be so excited."

Xia Yuan also suppressed his voice when speaking. When he saw her little face that was red with excitement, he couldn't help but sigh.

This girl is indeed a fool. Even now, she still firmly believes that the old man is a Bodhisattva.

She didn't even think about which Bodhisattva could be so miserable?

Three bowls of noodles were served. The shopkeeper was a discerning man and gave him three empty bowls. The old man picked up his chopsticks and began to divide the noodles for the apprentices one by one. After the noodles were divided, he would first pick up a chopstick with his chopsticks.

The boss said, "Okay, let's eat quickly. After we finish eating, we will find a place to earn money."

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All the disciples nodded, but one of them raised a question. The man said with a bitter face: "Master, can we really make money? How about we stop making money and eat food. I think it's better to eat. Those people don't

I’ll give you money, but maybe you’ll get food.”

"You idiot, you just know how to eat!"

The old man's face was full of hatred, "Not only is he stupid, he can't even do the accounting. The food in his hand can only be enough for us to eat a few meals, but what about the money? How much food can we buy with money? Have you ever thought about it?"

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"But can't we make money?"

"That's because we haven't met a big family. If we meet a rich family, it's not impossible to give them tens or even hundreds of taels. Then we can have enough to eat every day."

"But Master, when we went to Zhaojiacun last time, there was a man named Zhao Fugui. Their family was quite rich, but didn't they give us any money?"

At this time, another disciple responded: "Yes, we went to his house and said that there was a bloody disaster in his house. Not only did those people not believe it, they beat us out with brooms."

"Store."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan waved to the stall owner, and then said: "Please give the people behind you three more bowls of noodles, and they will be mine."

After that, he stroked Zhao Yuerong's back with his hand and whispered: "Why are you so nervous? Haven't you heard? These people are just liars, and all the bloody disasters are all lies."

When Zhao Yuerong heard the words "Zhao Fugui" just now, Zhao Yuerong's hand holding the chopsticks stopped. Then when she heard about the bloody disaster, she started to get nervous.

Although her life in the Zhao family was not very good, and she was often bullied and ostracized by her aunt and sister, and although her stepfather, Zhao Fugui, was indifferent to her, the family at least raised her up.

She may not like the Zhao family, but she has absolutely no hatred for the Zhao family, and is even grateful to them.

When the master and disciples heard someone ordering three bowls of noodles for them, the conversation suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, a disciple said: "Master, we seem to have met a good person."

The old man ignored him, but stood up and walked to Xia Yuan, bowed and said: "Those incompetent disciples on behalf of the poor, thank you so much for this benefactor."

As he was speaking, the old man suddenly paused and looked left and right at Xia Yuan, then at Zhao Yuerong.

Xia Yuan smiled at this time, "We look familiar, right?"

"I do look familiar, you guys." At this point, the old man was stuck again. More than twenty days had passed, and he had to see so many faces every day. When he saw the two people, he felt that they looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who they were.

Where did I meet you?

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Are you interested in sitting down and chatting?"

The old man didn't refuse and sat down on the bench opposite the two of them. He first said to the store owner, "Shop owner, remember to bring a bowl to Pindao when the noodles are ready."

After getting a response from the store, he turned to Xia Yuan and said, "What does this young master want to talk to Pindao about?"

"Hey, I remember that you are not the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva? How come you are a poor person and claim to be a poor person?"

"Young Master actually knows that I am the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"

After Xia Yuan's words, the old man immediately became angry and even called himself himself.

"Okay, be it gods or Bodhisattvas, you and I should stop pretending. I definitely don't believe it."

Hearing this, the old man fainted again, and then under Xia Yuan's questioning, the two began to chat casually.

It turns out that the old man's dharma title is Lingmiao Bodhisattva. Of course, it can be changed to a Taoist title. It's just a matter of changing it to Lingmiao Xian.

As for whether he is an immortal or a bodhisattva, I can only say that it depends on the situation and what identity is suitable for him at the time. He is very adaptable.

According to Lingmiaoxian himself, he was very famous back then. He once practiced elixirs in the palace, and was once asked by the emperor, who said he had a nose and eyes.

"During the Chenghua reign of the late emperor, Pindao was a spiritual man who was personally conferred by the late emperor. He was inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people. His position was higher than that of princes and princes. This is not Pindao's boast. As long as Pindao opened the furnace to refine elixirs, even the emperor would stand by him.

Pindao is waiting by his side, just hoping that after the elixir is completed, he can "

Seeing that the old man's words were getting more and more outrageous, the young daughter-in-law was dumbfounded. Xia Yuan waved her hands repeatedly, "Hey, I've blown it before. I'm just a minister. It doesn't need to be so outrageous."

"It turns out that the young master actually knows how to pass on the official position." The old Taoist was not embarrassed at all and continued: "It's just that since the death of the late emperor and the current majesty inherited the throne, hey, speaking of it, the current emperor is also a Taoist, and he knows that the poor Taoist is eager to do something.

A wandering cloud and wild crane, a carefree and scattered immortal, why don't I invite Pindao out of the palace."

"Then the emperor was afraid that you would be lonely, so he specially invited all the other ministers to leave the palace and asked them to accompany you?"

Xia Yuan was really convinced. This old man was really good at telling nonsense, and he didn't even blush when he said some ridiculous things.
Chapter completed!