Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 143
With Zhang Qingyun's thought, the fragments of the flowerpot fell to the ground before entering the trash can.

Immediately, Zhang Qingyun withdrew the two formations: "What the hell, is this someone molesting the poor?"

After withdrawing the formation, Zhang Qingyun saw the window on the third floor, and the two young men were stunned.

"Do you want to murder?"

The flowerpot fragments were not far from Zhang Qingyun's feet.

"Forehead"

The two subconsciously shrank their heads, and after looking at each other, Zhao Gan poked Xue E: "Old Xue, you are eloquent, let this Taoist believe that we didn't do it on purpose."

Xue E looked at the window and cursed: "It's like this every time, I'm the one who wiped your ass, and I stuck my head outside, is it considered a strong one?"

Although he is cursing, Zhao Gan is rarely convincing, saying that he is eloquent, which makes him feel at ease: "Master Taoist."

When you are just stretching your head, how can there be anyone in the Taoist temple?

The broken flower pots on the ground were also gone.

"Old Zhao, have you thrown away the flowerpot?"

A phone call came, and Wang Bei was urging.

Zhao Gan rolled his eyes: "Old Wang, didn't the flowerpot fly into the trash can?"

"No"

Wang Bei guarded the trash can to prevent anyone from approaching.

"It's strange that the flower pot was thrown down. It seems that the flower pot has passed through Lao Wang. The trash can is the gate of time and space. Don't get in first."

Travel through the fart!

This guy wants to fool me!
At this moment, Wang Bei looked at a Taoist priest, carrying a plastic bag containing fragments of flower pots.

This potted flower was bought by him, and he recognized it.

Throwing the fragments of the flower pot, Zhang Qingyun returned to the Taoist temple: "The formation method still needs to be improved. This time someone found a loophole, and someone will find it next time."

Going into his room, Zhang Qingyun studied the enhanced version of the formation.

At this time, in the hospital, Shenhan Zhong Shiming was lying on the hospital bed, with one leg hanging, his arms tied with bandages, his whole head was wrapped in gauze, he looked like a mummy.

Zhong Shiming has nothing to love in his life at this time, it's been a month. It's been a month of bad luck.

Sleeping on the bed, riding a bicycle to pieces, being bitten by a dog while walking, doing morning exercises in the garden, when I looked up, there was a gust of bird droppings in my face. I chatted with a woman for a while, was treated as the old king next door, and was blasted.
Then, three days ago, when I was crossing the road, by coincidence, I slipped and fell, and a car ran over him when I didn't see it when I turned the corner.
Must be unlucky three times a day
It's not bad luck, it's just bad luck!
The more Zhong Shiming thought about it, the more frightened he became. For the past two days, he was afraid that he might be unlucky, that the nurse would use the wrong needle and die.

"The old man is 68 this year. If he doesn't have bad luck, he will have a hair."

Zhong Shiming wants to cry but has no tears. More than ten years ago, his hexagrams.

When I was 68 years old, I was unlucky for one month in a row.

There is no way to get rich, he just wants to save his life.

At this moment, a fashionably dressed, glamorous woman walked in with a fruit basket: "Third Grandpa"

Seeing this woman, Zhong Shiming's eyes lit up immediately: "Mengmeng, why are you here?"

Zhong Mengmeng glanced at Zhong Shiming: "I happened to be in Shanghai, and I heard that you were in a car accident. Are you a fool or someone who is being maliciously retaliated against?"

Their family is a family of Taoist inheritance, and members of the family are either practicing Taoism or doing business.

It's just this third grandpa.
The whole family was having a headache for him, cheated and abducted, just didn't follow the right path, and was kicked out of the house.

They are always connected by blood. When they heard that Zhong Shiming had a car accident, Zhong Mengmeng still bought something to see him.

"You were not right before, but you were right later. I am being retaliated against."

Zhong Shiming explained the cause and effect of this matter again: "Mengmeng, I called my family, but no one was willing to help me. Look at the third grandpa's appearance now, can you bear it?"

Zhong Mengmeng stood up: "Third Grandpa, if there is a cause, there must be an effect. If you didn't intend to harm others, you would have the evil result today?"

"Take good care of your wounds. I'm flying this afternoon and I have to go to the airport."

Watching Zhong Mengmeng leave, Zhong Shiming closed his eyes, looking very helpless: "Daoist Qingyun, I know I was wrong, so please forgive me."

He had a feeling that Zhang Qingyun must be watching him secretly.

Zhong Mengmeng, who was about to go out, paused and turned back: "Third Grandpa, for the sake of blood relatives, I will help you once. Tell me the address."

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun came out in the morning.

It wasn't that the enhanced version of the formation was researched, but the cat spirit kept wandering around, rubbing against his legs.

"You bastard, what are you doing pestering the poor these days, go play with your little cat."

Taking out the jade talisman and throwing it casually, clone number one suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

He bowed to Zhang Qingyun, and then went to cook.

As soon as he looked up, Zhang Qingyun saw that the two heads of the window shrank back.

Zhang Qingyun just looked at the window on the third floor, and after a while, Zhao Gan and Wang Bei stuck out their heads again.

The two were taken aback for a moment, then showed an embarrassed smile, and shrank their heads back.

"Taoism talks about burdens, cultivating this life, good and evil are for future generations to cultivate. You owe the karma of the poor, so your children and grandchildren must pay it back"

Do it, you will be unscrupulous and do whatever you want in your life, and future generations will suffer.

As the saying goes, if virtue is not worthy, the fate of the children and grandchildren will be lost.

Before, Zhang Qingyun thought, this life is the cause and effect of this life, so it will not be a disaster for future generations to cultivate merit.

Now: "Someone like the poor one might not even be willing to make a match. If he returns to the vulgar, he can be a bachelor. Even if he doesn't return to the vulgar, with such a boring life every day, who would like to live with the poor?"

Therefore, Pindao does not care about cause and effect.

"hiss"

Zhang Qingyun's face was a little strange, and he felt a little pain in his teeth: "If you don't cultivate virtue, your descendants will die. Is it because you don't cultivate virtue? I don't have a good way to cultivate virtue, and I haven't done anything wrong. It seems that Yuelao made a bad arrangement."

Cause and effect are wonderful, and responsibility is even more wonderful.

Zhang Qingyun was a little confused: "Forget it, it depends on the fate, and you cultivate according to the fate. It is true that the poor Taoist condenses evil thoughts now."

"It's delicious"

In the kitchen, there was a burst of food aroma.

The cat spirit had already been waiting in front of the rice bowl, and Zhang Qingyun sucked a couple of mouthfuls: "The skill of the avatar has improved somewhat, and we will focus on cultivating this aspect in the future."

"Bang bang."

The food was almost ready, and someone knocked on the door of the Taoist temple.

"Calculating the time, Duan Wei's talisman should also be replaced."

It's a coincidence that this guy came here by stepping on the restaurant.

Opening the gate of the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun was taken aback. It was not Duan Wei, but a young woman.

"Layman, is there something wrong with my Taoist temple?"

Zhong Mengmeng looked at Zhang Qingyun, the corners of her mouth curled up: "Master Daoist, let's meet again."

Zhang Qingyun looked up, with some surprise in his eyes: "So it's a layman"

This was exactly that morning, the woman caught was just the same woman, wearing a bikini, now wearing fashionable clothes and makeup, Zhang Qingyun didn't recognize it at first sight.

Zhang Qingyun murmured in his heart: "It's not that the poor are blind, but that they put on clothes, and the poor dare not recognize them."

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