Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 249

"Oh, okay.

Xiao Zhixing nodded, and he didn't know if he did what Cheng Fan said.

Subconsciously put his finger in his mouth, and he couldn't help but do it when he was nervous.

Turning around and taking two steps, he suddenly reacted when he was about to leave the main hall.

He's

not my master, so why should I listen to him?

The master told me to ask Dao Xuan Dao Master to come down the mountain.

If it goes on like this, will the master give him good fruits to eat

? Do you still want to go to the town to see the meat

? There is no door! I'm

afraid I won't have to discount my legs?

Thinking of the master's face as black as the bottom of a pot, Xiao Zhixing couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.

I saw him with a bitter face, turned around with a twist, and said weakly to Cheng Fan:

"Dao Xuan Dao Chief, if I go on like this, Master will beat me." Are you okay, will you go down the mountain in person?"

Looking at Xiao Zhixing's pitiful appearance, Cheng Fan suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and simply dispelled the idea of inviting Li Xiuyang into the view.

Obviously, Li Xiuyang has made up his mind not to take this path of conscience, and he is unwilling to expose himself.

If he hadn't guessed that he was the ghost elder's internal response, and there was a picture in Xiao Zhixing's memory to corroborate it, ordinary monks would probably easily fall for his way.

Well, since you don't want to go up the mountain, then I'll take a look at this little Taoist priest and see what secrets you hide in this undercover agent.

Cheng Fan must have had an idea in his heart.

smiled at Xiao Zhixing and said, "Okay, I'll go down the mountain to see your master, let me change into a Taoist robe first." You sit down and have a cup of herbal tea first.

The little Taoist priest Zhixing was relieved when he heard that Cheng Fan was willing to go down the mountain.

Said happily: "Thank you, Daoist, you have helped me a lot!" Cheng

Fan smiled and waved his hand, "There is herbal tea on the table, you can take it yourself." By the way, it's all here, Taoist friends come to the pillar incense, don't snub the Sanqing Dao Ancestor.

Xiao Zhixing nodded without hesitation, and took the incense candle from Cheng Fan's hand with a smile.

"Excellent incense candle!" Xiao

Zhixing rubbed the incense candle in his hand repeatedly, and his eyes showed a hint of envy.

In the Yangxiu Temple where he is located, pilgrims have to pay for such high-quality incense and candles themselves, and these Taoist priests use the cheapest and inferior goods for incense.

The statues of the ancestors of the Three Qing Daoists in front of them all looked too full of spirit, full of smoke, and there was a faint flash of light around their bodies.

They

are all clay statues, so why is the gap between the Taoist temple and the Taoist temple so big?

Xiao Zhixing suddenly had the urge to break away from the Yangxiu view and run to the Dripping Water View to place an order.

The other senior brothers complained more than once that if the Three Qing Dao Ancestors were willing to protect them in this way, it would be simply unreasonable!

Later, those senior brothers all went down the mountain one by one, and they never came back to Guanli after that, and they didn't know if they were doing well after they were still vulgar.

Alas, you don't have to think about it to know that they must have eaten fat heads and big ears, and their mouths are full of oil.

Maybe they also married a daughter-in-law and gave birth to a few big fat boys, Zhixing remembers, there was a senior brother who joked that he wanted to name his child Zhixing...

Just a month ago, the senior brother who had the best relationship with Xiao Zhixing also went down the mountain and said that he would come back to find Zhixing with fragrant roast chicken.

I don't know if the senior brother will come back today, if he sees that Zhixing is not in the view, he must wait for Zhixing to come back and eat roast chicken!

Xiao Zhixing fantasized while respectfully bowing to the statue of the ancestor of the Sanqing Dao, and stepped forward to insert incense candles.

Smoke rose and smeared.

Xiao Zhixing was in a trance for a while, but slowly came out of his senses.

In the smoke, he saw the senior brother who had just left the mountain a while ago, and was greeting him with a smile.

At the same time, Cheng Fan quietly put down his hands that had finished the seal, and his mind sank into the memory picture of the little Taoist priest Zhixing.

"Senior Brother Zhiyuan, you're back!" Xiao Zhixing

exclaimed happily, his eyes full of joy.

The two have lived in the same house for seven or eight years, and their relationship is even closer than that of their own brothers!

"What about the roast chicken, what about

the roast chicken?" Xiao Zhixing jumped up and down and touched the senior brother's body, but he didn't find the roast chicken.

"Damn, where did you hide the roast chicken, senior brother?" Xiao

Zhixing looked at his senior brother angrily and asked.

Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Zhixing speechlessly, clenched his hands into fists, and gave him a violent shudder.

"Ouch! I said that I would come back from the mountain and invite me to eat roast chicken, if you don't bring it, you will still beat me!" Xiao

Zhixing hugged his head in pain and looked at his senior brother Zhiyuan with tears in his eyes.

Zhiyuan asked puzzledly: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I go down

the mountain?" "What I said was that 'one day' will come back from the mountain

and invite you, one day, do you understand?" "I didn't promise to invite you to eat roast chicken now, I'm still hungry!"

"Ahh

"Don't bother your fingers, no matter how long you go, you can't turn into chicken paws

!" "Hmph, one day I'm going to snort chicken paws every day!" Xiao

Zhixing said angrily, leaving behind the words that were about to come to his lips.

Senior Brother Zhiyuan smiled helplessly and said

, "Today is the master's one-on-one teaching, senior brother will go! Remember to leave me at night, don't forget this time."

"Don't worry, senior brother, Zhixing remembers.

Senior Brother Zhiyuan sighed and drifted away.

It was late at night.

In the dead of night, the entire Taoist temple was a little silent.

Xiao Zhixing was lying on the table, sleeping soundly with a few Taoist scriptures on his pillow, and the candles had been burned dry unconsciously.

Xiao Zhixing was in a daze, as if he heard the call of his senior brother.

"Zhi Xing... Save...... Help me..."

Suddenly, a dark wind blew open the hidden door.

The

door slammed against the wall, immediately waking up Xiao Zhixing.

"Shhh

"Senior Brother Zhiyuan, are you back?" The

door was empty, and Xiao Zhixing didn't realize that he was there, but the night wind blew open the door.

Light the candles again and close the door.

"Alas, why hasn't Senior Brother come back so late today? Could it be that the master has opened a small stove for him?"

Xiao Zhixing muttered and returned to the table, looking at the scriptures boredly.

"Oops! The saliva is on! This is miserable, if the master finds the scriptures wrinkled, then it will be over..."

Without noticing, a dark owl's gaze stared at him along the crack in the door.

It wasn't until Xiao Zhixing fell asleep for a while that he slowly looked away.

The next morning, it was overcast.

A withered figure slowly pushed open the door of Xiao Zhixing's room, stood in front of Xiao Zhixing's bed, and looked at Xiao Zhixing motionlessly.

I saw that the man's face was pale, and his eyes were bulging, like a man who had died violently.