Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 77
In the corner of the wall, Mao Xuan was holding a thick stack of red bills, and his mouth was probably dislocated.

I don't know if I knocked my teeth, or if this pile of money was stuffed into my mouth.Mao Xuan didn't spit out the wad of money for a while, and wandered around Zhang Qingyun anxiously.

"You are so greedy."

Mao Xuan brought such a wad of money because of greed.

Mao Xuan, who has practiced the third level of Qi, can't be caught by ordinary people.

This money, it took it's own mouth.

Taking out the money from Maoxuan's mouth, Maoxuan's mouth was still wide open, Zhang Qingyun rubbed Maoxuan's head fiercely: "You greedy guy. Have you dislocated your chin?"

Helping Mao Xuan to restore his chin and holding the money in his hand, Zhang Qingyun felt a sense of trembling.

The cultivator is frightened, and there is bound to be disaster.

"Can't keep the money"

Zhang Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a headache.

Where did Mao Xuan steal this money?

I am afraid that what was stolen is not money, but a great cause and effect, a disaster.

"Beasts are ignorant."

Zhang Qingyun took a deep breath, how Qiao Yan trained Mao Xuan at the beginning, and she was so financially obsessed.

"I say. I say"

Zhang Daoyi was a little shocked, and turned to whisper: "Blessed immeasurable Tianzun, the poor Taoist made a blunder. Daoist friend, how did you train Mao Xuan? This is to train a rich cat."

"It's no wonder that many stores have a fortune cat. Those are fake, and they even have incense offerings. This cat is a living fortune cat."

Zhang Qingyun closed his eyes: "This is not trained by the poor, do you believe it?"

Zhang Daoyi shook his head: "Because fellow Daoists are very wealthy, so must your spiritual pet."

His face is a little dark, what kind of argument is this?
Not scientific.

For several days, Zhang Qingyun was looking for the people who stole the money from Mao Xuan.

Unfortunately nothing.

On this day, seeing the arrival of the New Year's Eve, Zhang Daoyi's face turned pale, and his eyes stood in front of Zhang Qingyun sadly: "Fellow Daoist, it's time for me to go back."

He resisted not opening his eyes to watch Zhang Daoyi's blessings and misfortunes.

Zhang Qingyun was a little reluctant when Zhang Daoyi wanted to go back.

Zhang Daoyi's presence here may have brought him trouble and joy: "I'll send off my fellow Daoist."

I wanted to find a shield, but the shield has not yet started to work.

Zhang Daoyi packed his luggage silently, relatively speechless.

Walking out of the pedestrian street, Zhang Dao sighed and said, "I've caused trouble for fellow Daoists here. If there is no reason for this, I must go back. Poor Dao really wants to practice with fellow Daoists here."

Watching Zhang Daoyi get into a taxi and leave, Zhang Qingyun turned around and turned to the Taoist temple.

I'm used to being alone, someone spends a little time with me, and it's quite uncomfortable to return to loneliness.

"Master Dao. Buy a pair of lanterns. It's almost New Year's Eve, and it's booming."

The lantern seller is a little girl of eight or nine years old. People come and go, and everyone will greet the little girl.

Zhang Qingyun looked at the lantern. The Taoist temple had never hung a lantern, and Zhang Qingyun would not buy it.

With a slight smile, before speaking, a woman from the store came over: "Little darling, have you found the lost money at home?"

"No, Aunt Qing. My father said it was taken away by a mouse."

The little girl is very sunny, maybe she doesn't know the concept of losing money, or what it means: "Qingyi, do you buy lanterns? It's almost Chinese New Year. Buy a pair of lanterns and hang them in front of the door. The business will be booming in the coming year."

Aunt Qing smiled and nodded: "Little girl has a sweet mouth. I'll buy two pairs of lanterns."

Picking up two pairs of lanterns, throwing down 200 yuan, Aunt Qing turned around and left: "The rest is the lucky money Aunt Qing gave you for the New Year."

The little girl smiled sweetly, but didn't refuse: "I'll go to give you New Year's greetings during the New Year."

"You child."

Aunt Qing sighed: "You are so pitiful, you little girl, Aunt Qing is not very capable, she always goes out to work to earn food. Your mother is seriously ill, and she managed to raise some money, but it was stolen by a conscientious person. ”

Speaking without intention, the listener is intentional.

Zhang Qingyun raised his eyebrows and secretly said in his heart, "This is the bitter master who lost money?"

"Little girl, Pindao wants three pairs of lanterns."

Zhang Qingyun squatted down.

The little girl smiled sweetly: "Celebrate the New Year, hang lanterns, red and fire, life is [-] years old"

The little girl handed the three pairs of lanterns to Zhang Qingyun: "Daoist, one hundred and five for you"

The little girl rolled her eyes: "Two yuan. We are small businesses, and if we don't make any money, it costs 48 yuan to buy. Others sell lanterns, and a pair of lanterns costs 80 yuan."

Zhang Qingyun took out the money, it was a black cloth bag, and he gave 140.

When giving the money, the other hand made a seal, and a tracking talisman was silently left on the little girl.Taking the lantern, Zhang Qingyun asked intentionally or unintentionally, "You are so young, why did you come out and sell lanterns by yourself?"

The little girl had some wounds in her eyes, but she had a sweet smile on her face: "Mom is ill, and Dad is taking care of Mom at home. I will help Dad take a look at the booth."

Back at the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun held the futon and sat cross-legged in the doorway.

This sitting lasted for one day, and at night, Zhang Qingyun returned to the Taoist temple.

Origami becomes a bird, flying into the sky.

In the community in the west, Zhang Qingyun followed the tracer left on the little girl and found the little girl's family in front of a garage.

A garage has been tidied up into a simple home.

In the garage, there are two beds, one big and one small.

Among them, on the big bed, lay a woman with a dark complexion, sleeping with her eyes closed.

A man was cooking in a wheelchair. The little girl who sold lanterns helped cut vegetables: "Dad, I sold [-] pairs of lanterns today. After removing the cost, we made a profit."

The little girl silently calculated: "Three 40 yuan, I could have earned 36 yuan. I gave a Taoist uncle two yuan for two pairs of lanterns. Aunt Qing gave me two hundred."

"Today we earned 130, Dad, it's like earning so much today, when will we be able to pay for my mother's medical treatment?"

The little girl doesn't know what's wrong with her mother, and she doesn't understand what she says.

She naively thought that earning so much every day would soon be enough for her mother to see a doctor.

The man pampered and looked at the little girl with some guilt: "Zhu Zhu. Hey."

Man, you sigh helplessly: "If your father can't save your mother, would you hate your father?"

The little girl blinked innocently, with a little panic on her face: "Is mother seriously ill?"

"Um"

The man nodded, with tears in his eyes: "Your mother has a meat ball in her belly. In fact, you can restore your father's incompetence with surgery. The money earned over the years, and the borrowed money, is not enough for your mother's surgery expenses. It was taken away by a mouse. Dad is really powerless, and he can't save your mother."

Listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Zhang Qingyun breathed a long sigh of relief in the Taoist temple: "No wonder Pindao felt terrified when he first got the money. It turned out to be life-saving money."

"Taking this money is equivalent to killing one's life. This is a big cause and effect!"

Summoning back to the talisman, Zhang Qingyun took the talisman in his hand.He took out the jade talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky: "Return everything to the original owner"

(End of this chapter)