All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 505 Taishan sees the emperor, the emperor's soldiers run

Mount Tai, majestic and majestic, is respected as the first of the Five Sacred Mountains, known as the first mountain in the world.

No mountain is greater than it, and Shimo is greater than it!
Sages and sages throughout the ages have recited its name, and kings of all dynasties have set foot in Fengchan and wrote history books one after another, as if this sacred mountain has an indistinct relationship with the emperor.

Time has spread to the present era, and countless mysteries have shrouded Mount Tai, making it famous and making the world wonder and wonder.In the world, there are those who live after water and grass, and there are also those who live after fame and wealth.

Just like the Zhongnan shortcut taken by the hermits of Zhongnan Mountain in ancient times, there are also a group of Taoist monks in Mount Tai today, who are doing the work of fooling people in the name of ancient inheritance.

From the foot of Mount Tai to the top of the Jade Emperor, from time to time there will be a few old Taoists with immortal demeanor, monks with solemn treasures, and the style of going to Longhua at the Pantao Festival, but they are doing the business of thirty for one hexagram and one hundred for three hexagrams .

Among the crowd of gods and arhats, a delicate and handsome Taoist priest was dressed abruptly, like a young man cosplaying a god, with costumes and props that were out of tune with the surrounding environment.

The stalls of other Taoist priests and monks were full of people, but his stall was empty. Occasionally, the pilgrims who came forward were all young women, who came up smiling and asked for contact information, and asked the Taoist priest if he had such worldly desires.

Seeing a group of old monks disdainful and angry, their mouths seemed to eat lemons.

After a young and lovely girl walked away in despair, an old Taoist finally couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over slowly and coughed lightly: "Young man, are you looking for pilgrims?"

Qingxiu Taoist nodded and said: "Wait for someone who is destined."

The corner of the old Taoist's mouth twitched, isn't someone destined to be a fat sheep?Why are all colleagues talking so literaryly?

"Then do you know why you can't wait for someone with predestined relationship?" The old Taoist whispered
The delicate Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, couldn't help smiling, and bowed his head: "I also ask you to give me your advice, senior."

The old Taoist coughed, rubbed his hands slightly and made a gesture common to all heavens and myriad worlds.

Immediately, the delicate Taoist figured out a red thing of justice from the Taoist robe, and stuffed it into the hands of the old Taoist priest.

Looking at the color of the paper, the old Taoist couldn't help being overjoyed, the young man is on the right track.

"What do you call fellow Taoist?"

"Poor Daodong Yinzi." Qingxiu Taoist said so
The old Taoist thought about it carefully and found that there was no such person in the Jianghu, nor had he heard of it, so he smiled knowingly and felt relieved.

With a flick of the whisk, he recited the Heavenly Venerable, and the old Taoist said earnestly, "This fellow Taoist must understand that immortals are not high, there are immortals, there is a name, water is not deep, and there are dragons, there is spirit."

"People are so smart nowadays, ordinary clothes can no longer fool them. The poor Taoist robe has been worn for three years and is often mended, and the straw sandals are unpretentious. This is the hidden master that the world believes. Look again. Pindao's whisk was purchased with a lot of money, and it was deliberately exposed so that the fish would take the bait."

"Pilgrims only believe what they see."

"Look, what is that glowing circle on your stall? It's flashy!"

Qingxiu Taoist patiently explained: "This is the treasure wheel of merit and virtue, and it is also called the Great Light in Buddhism."

The old Taoist clapped his hands thoughtfully, "Is it something behind the head of Guanyin Bodhisattva in Journey to the West?"

Qingxiu Dojo nodded and said, "Almost."

The old Taoist shook his head, hating that iron could not become steel: "How can a Taoist sell Buddhist magic tools? It's nondescript! How can you put up a statue of a god, a talisman, or gossip?"

"Fellow Daoist, look at yourself again. Such a gorgeous and precious Taoist robe is not in the style of a dragon and tiger. It is surrounded by stars, clouds, and water..."

"Professional pilgrims can see through it at a glance, but amateur pilgrims see you dressed like a TV drama costume, so naturally they don't come."

Qingxiu Taoist suddenly realized, and then asked: "Then how to solve it?"

Regarding the solution to the problem, the old Taoist stopped in silence, smiled without saying a word, kept rubbing his hands, and clearly expressed a meaning. The price just now is worth it. If you want to listen, you have to pay more.

Unfortunately, the delicate Taoist priest pretended to be confused at this time, turned a deaf ear, and instead looked left and right.

"White prostitute! I'm yuck!" The old Taoist cursed inwardly, and walked away quickly, completely forgetting the benefits he had received earlier.

Seeing this, Luo Feng, Dongyinzi, shook his head, pinched the void, and the glowing red banknote turned into the water of good fortune to cleanse the muscles and bones, and shape the Taoist body, leaving the old Taoist's pocket and slipping back to his fingertips.

Sometimes the great opportunity is only in an instant.

Looking down at the foot of the mountain, he watched a black-haired man leave his Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot and hike up the mountain.

Luo Feng chuckled lightly: "The predestined person is here."

He casually lifted the red cloth on the stall, revealing his real face. It turned out to be a small cart with layers of sliced ​​cakes and countless snacks underneath.

"The front row sells melon seeds, peanuts, eight-treasure porridge, beer, mineral water..."

Luo Feng transformed himself into a pastry cutter and pushed the cart, heading down the mountain.

A group of Taoist monks were stunned, and the former old Taoist couldn't laugh or cry: "It turns out that we are not in the same company!"

But looking at the small scooter in Luo Feng's hands, the old Taoist thought to himself, should he learn from this behavior of getting rich?

You must know that the food in the scenic area is huge profits. A bottle of water down the mountain, a gram of gold up the mountain, ten times the profit, capitalists dare not make such a profit.

It is also a beautiful thing to work part-time in a small shop besides fortune-telling, but it is related to one's own professional image and must be done secretly.

Ye Fan walked up, Luo Feng walked down, and soon saw their figures.

"Let's go, let's go, the front row sells melon seeds, peanuts, eight-treasure porridge, beer, mineral water, and sliced ​​cakes..."

Mountain climbing is physical work. After walking for a while, some girls started to get hungry.

Lin Jia waved her hand and said, "Master Daoist, how much is five pieces of cake for me?"

Luo Feng smiled slightly, saluted and said: "Cut cakes are only given to those who are destined, if those who are not destined to buy and sell, they need three buckets and three liters of rice grains of gold."

Everyone was immediately happy, three buckets and three liters of rice grain gold, which is much more cruel than Xinjiang cut cakes, Liu Yunzhi also laughed and said: "Taoist, your cut cakes are almost as good as Buddha's lectures, are you worth the money?"

Immediately, everyone laughed again, and one of them, a beautiful and charming woman, came over and performed an ancient ritual awkwardly: "Don't be joking, Taoist priest, we are really hungry, so you can sell us some cut cakes."

Glancing at the two women, Luo Feng shook his head and said: "Lin Jia, Li Xiaoman, although you have a chance, but you are not poor and predestined people, you can't eat all my cakes."

As soon as this remark was made, the crowd clamored, Li Xiaoman's expression changed, and he frowned and said, "You... how do you know my name?"

Being on the top of Mount Tai and being a Taoist priest, he is covered with a layer of mystery invisibly.

(End of this chapter)