The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 987 The Mountain God Is Up 15
The master of Luo Songguan has a long beard, piercing eyes and full of momentum.

Facing Xihe's gaze, he smiled gently: "If Boss Cheng doesn't want to talk about it, then that's fine, Pindao just thought of where I can help... You have helped me Luo Songguan so much, Pindao is very grateful do."

Xihe smiled, eyes bent: "Since the Taoist priest has spoken, then Cheng will not be polite. There is indeed something that needs your help."

The viewer was surprised: "Oh? You said it."

Xihe's expression became serious: "Ten years ago, there was a thief who stole something from my Chengfu, and there has been no news about it until now. This thief is called 'Wu Daoren'. If the temple master can help me inquire about one or two things in the middle of the Taoism, it will be natural. It could not be better."

That old thing has been hidden for many years, and she doesn't know when she will find it by herself.

The temple master immediately agreed: "It's just asking for someone. Don't worry about Cheng Dong's family, Pindao will help you find it."

The Luosong temple is completely different from the Ziyu temple of Ziyang Zhenren. One is an evil temple that hides filth, and the other is an upright disciple of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty.

Ah Lu looked at the long queue in front of the mountain gate, and was very moved: "So this is the legendary Taoist priest who saved people in troubled times."

While instructing his disciples to give out porridge, Fuchen told the people not to grab it, everyone would have some, and when he saw Xihe and others coming, he told the people loudly that Cheng Dong's family had sent several carriages of food to the Taoist temple, and they would not be afraid of starvation in the future up.

The people cheered and thanked each other: "Thank you Cheng Dong's family, thank you Taoist priest."

Xihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly took Ah Lu away.

Back in the guest house, I found that Fu Lu was playing chess with the host, one holding black pieces and the other holding white pieces, the host was pressing every step of the way like a sharp blade, but Fu Lu was like a gentle spring breeze, every step was unhurried, I don't even care if I get eaten.

Xihe watched for a while, then suddenly said: "My Lord, you lost."

The host was immediately annoyed: "Watching chess without saying a word, Master Cheng doesn't know! Besides, where did Pindao lose? Isn't this a good life?"

Xihe smiled: "Look carefully."

However, before the viewer could take a closer look, Fu Lu placed a black piece with his fingertips. In an instant, the seemingly unrelated pieces on the chessboard formed a giant net, trapping the white pieces tightly in the middle, and the game was dead.

The viewer was dumbfounded, and wiped his eyes in disbelief: "No, how is this possible?"

When did he set up the game, why didn't he notice it at all?

Fu Lu cupped his hands: "Monastery Lord, accept."

Xihe smiled and helped Fu Lu get up: "My Lord, if you have been bothering me for a few days, we will go ahead. If there is any news from the demon way, you can just pass the news to Cheng's shop."

The host gave a hearty smile: "Okay, then I wish Cheng Dong's family a smooth journey."

The coachman had already bought new horses, and a group of people came to the front of the mountain. Daoist Qingyu and others all came, watching them slowly disappear at the end of the road. Are you playing chess?"

Fu Lu rested with his eyes closed: "After chatting for a while, we got down."

It's just that he invited it on his own initiative.

Fu Lu remembered the agreement with the temple master, and his calm mood gradually became turbulent...

Xihe just asked casually, and he didn't care after he finished speaking, instead he paid attention to Fu Lu's hands. He is now an out-and-out old man, with white hair and chicken skin, and wrinkles on his face and hands. Baba.

"Ah Lu."

she shouted.

Ah Lu looked up in a daze: "What's wrong, miss?"

Xihe moved over and took something like nail clippers from the small bag beside her: "Go on and sleep."

Ah Lu let out an 'oh', and fell asleep again in a daze with her arms under her pillow.

Fu Lu was resting with his eyes closed, when he suddenly felt his hands being held, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the woman cutting his nails with scissors, Fu Lu: ...

He withdrew his hand abruptly: "What are you doing?"

Xihe pulled it back again, and continued to cut: "Your nails have grown, I feel uncomfortable."

Fu Lu was ashamed for a moment, his chest heaved a few times, and then he didn't withdraw his hand. He endured it for a long time, and when Xihe finished cutting, he couldn't wait to withdraw his hand. He looked out of the window and ignored Xihe for several hours. .

Xihe blinked, not knowing why he was angry again.

At night, everyone lived in a villager's house. Xihe still shared a room with Ah Lu, and Fulu shared a room with himself. The coachman guarded the carriage. Everyone was sleeping soundly, but Xihe suddenly heard the sound of the door being pried open. A dark shadow came in.

"have you slept?"

"Hush, keep your voice down!" he said again. "Sleeping."

Ah Lu's sleeping sounded loudly, but Xihe recognized that the voices were the two sons of this family.

At night, the eyes of these two people rolled around, and they looked like sly eyebrows. They didn't expect to rush in just after nightfall. Xihe laughed angrily, did they think they were fat sheep?
She lay still, ready for the two of them to get closer, and then one of them would give a lesson that she would never forget.

Creaking, the door opened again.

A stooped figure walked in slowly.

The two men turned their heads subconsciously, and when they saw it, they thought it was their father, and immediately scolded: "Damn old man, you scared us to death." Then he laughed, "You are so old and still thinking about such a good thing? Go away, Go and guard outside the door first, and I will give it to you after the two brothers finish playing... oh!"

One of the men directly clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, screaming continuously.

The other was stunned for a second, then furious: "You're crazy!"

Without even thinking about it, the man strode forward and slapped him, wanting to subdue the bad old man, who knew that the old man suddenly raised his head, and the moonlight fell on his old face.

The man gasped: "You are not an old man!"

Fu Lu didn't say a word, grabbed the man's arm with his hand, and instantly a huge force pressed the man so that he couldn't move: "It hurts, hurts..."

The screams woke up the people in the small courtyard, and they ran over one after another.

A few minutes later,

A group of people drove the carriage on the wild road.

Ah Lu hugged Xihe's arm tightly, her face turned pale, and she was still quite frightened.

Xihe patted her arm, looked opposite: "Thank you."

Fu Lu leaned against the wall, closed his eyes tightly, and did not make a sound,

Xihe said again: "But don't come out next time, but I can handle the two young men."

Fu Lu suddenly opened his eyes, the faint light of the candlelight shone on the woman's face, his brows and eyes were soft, and there was a smile in his eyes, he paused and looked away: "Got it."

The smile on the corner of Xihe's mouth opened up little by little, extremely joyful.

He is a mountain god, a mountain god who loves the people like his son, how could he blame his people?Let her do so many wrong things.

Xihe stretched out her hand, across the small table in the middle, and gently covered the hand of the mountain god, sighing as if satisfied: "Fu Lu..."

(End of this chapter)