Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 226 The Taoist priest released [Subscribe! 】

In the morning, apart from the hurried office workers on the pedestrian street, there are also migrant workers who leave work at night and are eager to go back to rest.

The storefronts on both sides of the street are rarely open during this time period.

It's about six o'clock in the morning, which is still early.

Pedestrians are in a hurry on the pedestrian street, most of them are on their way to work, and the rush hour is around eight o'clock.

Just as he was about to put down the futon, the middle-aged man selling breakfast on the left asked, "Master Taoist, do you want breakfast?"

This middle-aged Zhang Qingyun is quite familiar, he belongs to a mobile breakfast stall.Usually on the street, it is rare to come here to sell breakfast.Stalls are not allowed on the street, and only middle-aged people come here when they encounter urban management.

"Pindao has eaten."

The middle-aged is an authentic local. Zhang Qingyun doesn't know where his parents are from. The food in Taoist temples he ate when he was a child is all spicy, so Zhang Qingyun has a strong taste. Zhang Qingyun is not used to these local foods.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, because of the taste habits, most of the people who gather here are from the north, and they are not used to the breakfast taste of middle-aged people. It is basically difficult to turn back if they have bought it.

The middle-aged people sell breakfast here, and the business is really bleak.

"Layman, if you want to have a good business, you must consider the tastes and habits of people from all over the world. If you only sell breakfasts with local tastes, your business will not be very good."

"Ha ha."

The middle-aged and young people smiled: "I sell breakfast, not to make money."

Zhang Qingyun: "???"

It's not for making money, what are you doing from dawn to dusk?
Which small stall owner sets up a stall just to make money?
"I'm fine at home. My wife is too talkative. She asks me to do this and that, and even scolds me occasionally. I'll find an excuse to relax."

The middle-aged man smiled proudly: "There are more than a dozen apartments for rent at home, and my son and daughter run a company. I am not short of this money."

Zhang Qingyun got up silently, picked up the futon and returned to the Taoist temple.

Some people are busy, working a day, just enough to support their families, if there is an accident, sickness, etc., they will owe foreign debts.This one is good, the business that other people depend on for a living, when it comes to him, it becomes a kind of pastime, a tool to avoid his wife's nagging.

"Daozhang, don't go, chat for a while?"

shit.
Pindao was hit hard, you envy the dead, Pindao couldn't help but wanted to tie you up.

Pindao means justice in his heart and a way to make money.If your words are heard by someone with evil intentions, they will have to tie you up.

"Hey"

Just after closing the gate of the Taoist temple, I heard the middle-aged man sighing outside: "Life is so boring, come and buy something early, let's chat for a while, and I will give you free."

The magic city is a magical place. Dressing well may not necessarily be rich, and you have to search for every meal.

Those who sweep the road on the street, or see someone picking up beverage bottles on the road, may be living too leisurely and find a job to exercise their body.

For example, this one sells breakfast. There are more than a dozen suites in the family. Roughly estimated, this is worth two to three hundred million yuan.
There is another company. How many people can die with envy?
When we arrived in the backyard, we cleaned up several piles of ashes and put them in plastic bags.After entering the bedroom, Yang Yang woke up and opened his eyes, dressed and washed the little guy, after Zhang Qingyun finished washing, he brought Yang Yang to offer incense and kowtow to the patriarch and do morning lessons.

After morning class, he turned into a clone to make breakfast, and Zhang Qingyun made milk powder for the little guy.

Zhang Qingyun, who had never taken care of a child before, felt a little flustered.

After finishing all this, he stuffed a feeding bottle into Yang Yang's hands, and then Zhang Qingyun drew a symbol in the air, and the plastic bag containing the ashes gradually became unreal.

Throwing it into the basin, Zhang Qingyun looked at Yangyang subconsciously: "Poverty Dao has thousands of supernatural powers, and if you perform them in front of you, it also feels like dancing on stage."

What does it feel like to dance like a fairy?
Zhang Qingyun has never seen it before. Anyway, if he dances, it must contain some kind of truth, and the perception of Tao is mixed in it. I am afraid that there is no one who can understand it.

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun took back his fishing rod and threw a jade talisman into the Great Yin Purgatory Formation: "There are more than 100 evil spirits again. If you can't raise a super ghost this time, so much energy will be wasted."

After breakfast, Clone No. [-] took care of Yang Yang, while Zhang Qingyun took out the disc-shaped magic weapon: "Unfortunately, the level is not high, it's just a magic weapon."

As far as Zhang Qingyun understands, the highest level of magic weapon is divine weapon, and the specific levels are different. Zhang Qingyun currently knows that the lowest level of magic weapon is talisman, magic weapon, and magic weapon.
This magic weapon is a plate made of an unknown material, and there are two small scripts on the back: Qingyang.

"I don't know where the Fusang people got this magic weapon from."

It doesn't matter where it came from: "This is a fruit bowl full of spiritual fruits, but it was used by that Qingchuan as a magic weapon for collecting souls."

There is a kind of tying the horse with the rope used to tie the donkey. The donkey's head is completely wrong with the horse's mouth.

Summoning the Fire of the Yin God, after some sacrifices, Zhang Qingyun went to the kitchen, and when he came out, he put a plate of fruit: "This is a fruit plate, which contains a large array of spirits. Put ordinary fruits in it for a few days, and it will Keep a little aura, taste better, and taste better."

"A few more will be fine. Put the fruit offerings for the ancestors, so that the fruit offerings won't become wilted, and the taste of the fruits can be improved."

After engraving the formation talisman for a while, Zhang Qingyun felt a little tired between his eyebrows. He took Yangyang and two futons to the gate of the Taoist temple. After putting them down, he watched the passers-by on the street.

"If you do this, there may not be a miracle, but it is also a good thing to get in touch with people."

Yang Yang is too quiet, even if he doesn't feel any contact with some people, it may not be beneficial after a long time.

It is much better than hiding in a Taoist temple.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, with different expressions.

Every human form is a manifestation of life.

Zhang Qingyun got something, and suddenly felt a gaze, staring at him all the time.When she turned her head, she saw Zhao Yao sitting in front of the store.Still dressed sexy.

A round neck low cut top with a miniskirt on the bottom.

Zhang Qingyun looked down and quickly turned back: "Vacuum."

this woman.
In the past, although this woman dressed fashionable and boldly, she still had a bottom line.

现在
With a half-smile on her face, the woman stretched out five fingers.

"five hundred?"

This beauty, 500 yuan is fine.

Seeing Zhang Qingyun looking over, Zhao Yao spread her legs slightly.

Zhang Qingyun's body trembled, and his face became weird: "It's all right, how can I have faith?"

Dozens of them!
Faintly, Zhang Qingyun could hear: "Dragon Lord, please bless me!"

"After you go back, we will create a golden body for you!"

Zhang Qingyun suddenly realized: "This is the group of fishermen!"

They mistakenly believed that the fire from the sky was the manifestation of the Dragon King.

"Faith is poisonous. Poor Dao can't hide it, and now it falls on him."

This is a problem that needs to be solved.

As soon as this idea came to fruition, a bell rang suddenly from the sea of ​​consciousness: "There are so many in the primordial world, the road of the great way. I got a chance to create an eighth source."

"One hundred strands of faith has one merit, and the law body can shape the law."

Zhang Qingyun was stunned for a moment: "I have also received faith before, how come there is no such feedback from Tianyan?"

Zhang Qingyun had helped Shi Benying before, and also had faith.

Tianyan did not have this kind of gift before, but now it is also a belief, but Tianyan has opened up the eighth source because of this: "Could it be that the previous cultivation level was not enough?"

This kind of thing couldn't be explained, and Tianyan didn't answer Zhang Qingyun's doubts.

Zhang Qingyun got up and was about to go to Layangyang, when Xiao Zhong sent a suction force, and all the power of faith in the sea of ​​consciousness was sucked away by Xiao Zhong.

"clang"

There was a soft beep from the little bell, without any sense of the Dao.

"eccentric."

The Sky Eye must be related to Xiao Zhong. Xiao Zhong appeared now and absorbed all the beliefs, but Zhang Qingyun was relieved: "Faith will be swallowed too. What else do you not want to swallow? Xiao Zhong absorbs beliefs and restores merits. I don’t know. Will the poison in belief be filtered?"

Zhang Qingyun dragged Yang Yang into the Taoist temple, and a charming smile came from behind him.

There was an obvious inexplicable in this voice.

Zhang Qingyun could hear that there was surprise, surprise, and a hint of disbelief in the laughter.

Zhao Yao really finds it unbelievable. Now that it has started selling, who is not selling it?
One more customer, then earn more money, save some money while you are young, then leave here and return to your hometown, and find an honest man to marry.

She was using her own method to attract Zhang Qingyun's gaze, and Zhang Qingyun also looked over, but... trembling.

Zhao Yao immediately understood: "The Taoist priest can't be a boy, right? Now he's released."

　The third one!

　　Kowtow to everyone!

　　Ask for a wave of support!
　　Hey, there are some things that are blocked when I write them with hands and feet, and they are blocked directly. Some things can only be mentioned briefly, and I dare not write in depth.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)