"Fortune telling is fine."
"But everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis."
The sloppy Taoist didn't even raise his head, he just raised his eyelids, pointed at the long queue in front of him, and said calmly.
Hearing this, Yang Fang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Damn it, after so many years, this Cui Laodao still looks like he is dying.
But in the world of businessmen, stupid men and women really fall for his tricks.
But it was absolutely impossible for him to line up honestly. "What if I have to take the test now?"
Hear the words.
Cui Laodao's face darkened.
The clay figurine also has three points of fire.
Over the years he has set up a fortune-telling stall in the Empress Temple, he has long had an unwritten rule. He can only read thirty-nine fortune-tellings at most a day, and one more will not do. No matter how you are a warlord, a bandit, or an old man from the previous dynasty, you will not be allowed to do it. Queue up, first come, first served.
Of course, there are also people who insist on their own identity, act arrogantly, and want to cause chaos.
However, after a scene, that person would disappear without a trace the next day or even the same night at most.
There are rumors on the road that this old Taoist Cui has the ability to control ghosts and gods for his own use.
So as time went by, no one dared to disobey the rules.
Today, the sun is rising in the west, and there is a Lord who is not afraid of death.
When they heard the commotion, the people in the market who were waiting in line to get their tickets stood up on tiptoes with expressions of fun. No one had dared to break Taoist Cui's rules for many years. I didn't expect to see this person today. Waiting for excitement.
"Are you sure you want to take the test now?"
Cui Laodao looked gloomy. He put down the ink pen in his hand and wanted to show some color to the boy in front of him who was not afraid of death.
Just...
Just then he raised his head.
A smiling face came into view.
That face was so familiar that he was even in a trance for a moment.
His vision gradually became blurred.
A flash before his eyes.
It's like going back seven or eight years ago.
Outside Luoyang City, that young man with an upright appearance and a magic whip in his hand, risking his life and death, broke into the city alone and faced the warlord Tu Heihu, just so that the people would no longer be bullied.
Then the screen changed.
The Yellow River burst its banks, and the mortal immortal led the Yellow River corpse ghosts to rise from the underwater city. The soldiers were in chaos for a while, and he was also involved in the river. The last scene he saw was that the corpse ghosts besieged Zhao Erbao, Tu Heihu pierced the Tantai Mingyue with his sword, and The young man took this opportunity and hit Tu Heihu on the head with his whip.
Today...
So many years ago.
The chivalrous and high-spirited young man unexpectedly appeared in front of him again.
"Yang...Yang Fang?"
Cui Laodao pursed his lips, stood up unsteadily, and unconsciously grabbed Yang Fang with his big hand. He was afraid that all this was just a dream after drinking, and when he woke up, it would turn into ashes and disappear.
"It's me."
"I'm relieved to see that you old guy isn't dead yet."
Yang Fang clenched his fists, took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated feelings in his heart, and cursed with a smile.
However, his red eyes and trembling voice revealed his inner emotions.
"You kid, you are still so venomous."
Looking at that smiling face, Cui Laodao didn't understand. He waved his Taoist robe and pretended to be angry, but his lowered eyes turned red all at once.
Outside the city, a group of them swore by the Yellow River that they would not stop until they killed the black tiger.
But now.
Meng Ben, Feng Dianchen, Zhao Dongzhu, and Tantai Mingyue all died.
They were the only two brothers who had made a fuss in Luoyang City together.
We haven't seen each other for many years, and things have changed in a blink of an eye. How can we express that emotion clearly in just a few words?
"Come alone?"
After a long time, Cui Laodao asked.
"Not only that, but also them."
Yang Fang shook his head, and at the moment of turning around, he wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes and pointed at the group of people not far away.
Cui Laodao subconsciously looked up.
I thought they were the friends Yang Fang had made over the years.
But after just one glance, he was stunned.
Although Cui Laodao was born as a Taoist from Longhushan Huoju, he was extremely proficient in physiognomy. Otherwise, he would have relied on setting up a stall to tell fortunes during his years as a priest in the Empress Temple.
Everything in this world can relate to it.
Antique utensils, cattle, sheep, horses and donkeys, the same goes for people.
There was only one person in the front, with a slender figure, deep eyes, and an aloof temperament. Even though there were hundreds of people worshiping gods and offering incense in the Empress Temple at this time, he stood there and people could notice him at a glance.
It is said that the little hermit lives in the mountains, and the great hermit lives in the city. Cui Daocheng's favorite thing in his life was to compare himself to Jiang Ziya and Zhang Zifang, and live in seclusion in Tianhou Palace. This is actually the purpose.
But when he saw that person, he realized what it meant to be a reclusive immortal with the posture of a dragon and a phoenix.
As for the people following him, whether they were young men in Taoist robes, a man leaning on the sky or the earth, or two girls, or even figures wearing bamboo hats and covering their faces with black scarves, they all looked like extraordinary people.
Teng!
The more he looked at Cui Laodao, the more frightened he became.
He actually stood up from the chair in a flash.
It is said that all the strange people in the world have only one stone, and Tianjin Wei has eight fights. He has seen countless strange people and strangers in Jinmen for so many years, but he has never heard of anyone with such a traveler's attitude.
Not even those who are equally famous as him.
Guo Deyou was too upright and seemed stubborn, Liu Hengshun was too hot-tempered and could get angry easily, and Dou Zhanlong was too evil.
"You boy, it seems that you have had many opportunities over the years."
"Can you actually recognize such a person?"
Cui Laodao pursed his lips, then sighed and sighed to Yang Fang who was standing aside.
"Hey, it seems that my eyesight is still there."
"Are you free? We have traveled thousands of miles to come to Tianjin specifically to find you. Not to mention the big fish and meat, we have to have a sip of hot tea, right?"
Sensing the change in Cui Laodao's expression, Yang Fang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "That's nature."
Cui Laodao blushed.
It was indeed a bit rude of me to have guests come to my door.
Without hesitation, he immediately put away the flag that read, "Calculating the Past and Connecting the Present", and handed it over to the people who were still queuing up to sign in. He said that he had something to do today and closed the stall early, and asked them to come back in a few days.
He is quite famous in the Niangniang Temple area.
Therefore, although those people were surprised that someone was making trouble, they were able to live in peace in the end, but Taoist Cui said so, and the whole group nodded in agreement, and then dispersed one by one.
Close the stall.
Cui Laodao led a group of people.
He walked all the way around the main hall and the front palace until he arrived at a small room in the backyard where Miao Zhu lived. He boiled tea, invited everyone to sit down, and had a brief chat before he suddenly came to his senses.
No wonder these people are all extraordinary.
It turned out to be the leaders of the two factions, Banshan and Xiling, which are now famous in the world.
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The most important thing is that he also saw a familiar figure in the group, that is, Bai Banla, who came to him for fortune telling six months ago. At that time, he had pointed out the path for him.
Unexpectedly, when the real person arrived, he could not see the mountain.
"Taoist Cui, there is another person. Do you still have any impressions?"
After the two sides exchanged greetings.
Chen Yulou also put down the tea cup, glanced at Miss Hong, and smiled lightly.
For the first time, I learned from others that Cui Laodao was her.
"Who is this?"
Cui Laodao's eyes fell on Miss Hong, but no matter how he recalled it, he never saw any trace of familiarity.
"Twenty years ago, the Moon Stage Opera Troupe came to Jinmen to set up a stage for Rongji Trading Company to sing in a snowy day."
Seeing him frown slightly.
The red girl didn't hesitate and took the initiative to speak.
After a few short words, Cui Laodao's eyes suddenly shrank, and his thoughts were suddenly pulled back to more than 20 years ago, when he traveled between Qilu, Jinmen and Guanwai.
If it were just about the time, he would not have much impression.
But if we add the words Moon Gate Theater Troupe and Wing Kee Trading Company at the same time.
A vague memory suddenly emerged in the back of his mind.
He looked at the red girl carefully, and finally, a pretty little girl and the heroic girl in front of him overlapped little by little, and finally merged into one.
"Are you... the daughter of the stage director?"
"...It's me."
Seeing him speak slowly, Miss Hong was filled with many thoughts and nodded while choking.
After more than 20 years, I unexpectedly saw my old friend again here in Jinmen.
That feeling is really killing.
She was only a few years old back then, but in the blink of an eye, she had already been in the world for many years.
"Are your parents okay?"
Cui Laodao sighed. He had listened to music and watched countless operas in his life, but he could count on one hand the number of people who could compete with Moon Gate. Now that times have changed, he could be considered an old friend, so he couldn't help but ask.
Hear the words.
The red girl's eyes turned red instantly.
Seeing this, Mr. Cui didn't understand that he had said something wrong, so Chen Yulou tried to smooth things over, "Some accidents happened after that, and both Hong's parents are deceased."
"That's it."
Cui Laodao sighed.
It’s not good to continue to ask questions on this matter.
It's just that the encounters in life are really wonderful and indescribable, as if there are invisible threads passing between them and finally connecting them together.
He, Chen Yulou and Partridge Shao have never met, but there are three people who have been related to him during this trip.
"Hua Ling, take Honggu out for a walk."
“It’s time to put up incense sticks and pay homage to Mazu.”
Seeing that the incident brought back memories in Miss Hong's heart, Chen Yulou motioned to Hua Ling and asked the two girls to go outside to relax. The Empress Temple covers an area of dozens of acres, and it is lively and prosperous as seen along the way.
"Okay, Brother Chen."
Hua Ling is the most considerate and will never refuse.
Immediately holding Miss Hong's hand, the two of them crossed the threshold one after another and walked out.
After the two left, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
After Cui Laodao got older, he rarely traveled around the world anymore. He only lived in the Niangniang Temple. On weekdays, he mostly traveled to Jinmen, but they traveled all over the country without stopping for a moment.
Yang Fang, in particular, was actually holding back some anger in his heart.
It's just that due to the large number of people, I haven't been able to find the opportunity.
Now, he finally couldn't help it.
Cui Laodao was not like this. He told what happened after he fell into the water.
The Yellow River burst its banks and he fell into the water, thinking he would surely die.
Unexpectedly, he was destined to die. Instead, he was swept hundreds of miles downstream and was rescued by a shepherd. When he recovered from his injuries and returned to Luoyang City, Yang Fang and Zhao Erbao had already disappeared.
He started to inquire around the world again.
But still found nothing.
With no choice but to lose heart, he could only go all the way north and return to Jinmen, thinking about slowly asking around, but he kept going back and forth for seven or eight years.
After hearing what he said, Yang Fang understood.
The air that was stuck in his chest suddenly dissipated. He didn't resent anything else, he was just afraid that if he didn't recognize the person, Meng Ben, Feng Dianchen and Tantai Mingyue would die in vain.
Now everything made sense, and the knot in his heart was untied.
"Taoist Cui, Mr. Chen is traveling north, and there is one more thing. I wonder if you can answer it for me?"
When the two get back together, all the knots in their hearts are lifted.
Chen Yulou seized the opportunity, hugged his fists towards Cui Laodao, and said seriously.
Cui Laodao patted his chest, "Shopkeeper Chen can speak out, but as long as Lao Tao knows, he will tell you everything."
"Chen heard that the Taoist priest once read two lines of half-day books in the Five Thunder Hall of Longhu Mountain. I wonder if I can take a look at them?" (End of Chapter)