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Chapter 24 Listening to the Story (Please collect and recommend tickets)
When Yingzhen saw this hairpin for the first time, she had a very strange feeling.

The wooden hairpin is about four inches long, gray-brown in color, dull and inconspicuous on the surface.
But Yingzhen could clearly feel that there was a faint aura flowing in the hairpin.

Out of curiosity, Yingzhen tentatively sent out a ray of aura to find out, but the moment the aura came into contact with the wooden hairpin, her own aura was actually sucked away?
"Ding ding ding,"

The wooden hairpin that was lying quietly in the box suddenly trembled a few times, and then returned to calm.

This scene made Yue Botao on the side stare straight.

"As expected of Mr. Ying, Bo Tao only knew that this thing should be a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be so miraculous?"

In fact, Ying Zhen is just as confused as he is. Looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is a wooden hairpin. How can it contain spiritual energy?
Could it be that the hairpin has become the essence?Self-contained aura?
Yingzhen also felt that this idea was a bit ridiculous, maybe someone used a special method to store the aura in it.

"How did you get this thing?"

Yue Botao was overjoyed when he saw that the hairpin could move in front of Yingzhen. At first he thought it would be too shabby to give a wooden hairpin, but now it seems that he got the right one. In this way, he seems to have seen what he asked for. glimmer of hope.

"To be honest with the leader, Bo Tao got it from a fairy elder when he was selling tea with a motorcade when he was young."

"Immortal Elder?" Yingzhen was a little confused, what's the matter?There are still gods in this world?

Seeing Yingzhen's surprised expression, Yue Botao quickly explained, "No, no, he's a Taoist priest, but he is indeed a master of skills."

Only then did Yingzhen's expression soften,
Then Yue Botao told Ying Zhen about the origin of this wooden hairpin in detail.

It turned out that when Yue Botao was young, he often practiced with the convoy. Once, when he was passing the Songmao River with a tea convoy, a scruffy Taoist priest came after him smelling the fragrance of tea, and said bluntly that he wanted to beg for a bowl of tea.

Businessmen would not drive away monks for alms, thinking that it was making good fortune, so Yue Botao took out a new tea for the Taoist priest,
Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest was quite principled, saying that he couldn't ask for his tea for nothing, but he had no property, so he wanted to give the hairpin on his head to Yue Botao.

In his youth, Yue Botao was considered a wealthy young master, so how could he see a broken hairpin, so he immediately refused,
Seeing that he refused to accept it, the old Taoist had no choice but to turn his head and walk to the river beside the road, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the water with his big sloppy hand, and even grabbed a piece of river water, and then threw the tea leaves into the bubble ,
After a while, the bubbles boiled like boiling water, and the old man sucked in the tea bubbles one mouthful at a time, like eating cotton candy.

This scene made the young Yue Botao look stupid, and he suddenly realized that he was afraid that he might have met a high-level immortal.

How could Yue Botao miss such an opportunity, so he ran over in a hurry, bowed and kowtowed, begging the old Taoist to give him a fortune in marriage.

The more Yingzhen listened to it, the more interesting she found it. This kind of plot was seen a lot in TV dramas in her previous life, and the immortal head in the story was either a monk or a Taoist priest.

"And then? Go on,"

Seeing that the other party liked to listen, Yue Botao spoke more vigorously.
"After the Taoist priest asked for my birth horoscope, he made a calculation and said that my luck in this life is locked at the age of 49. He said that my marriage will only begin in this year, and there will be a bloody disaster,"

Yue Botao started to talk, he took a sip from the tea bowl and continued,
"What do you think, Mr. Ying, our Yue family is also the richest household in Anping County, and I was handsome when I was young. How could it be possible to get married at 49? If I hadn't watched the Taoist priest pick up the blisters with his bare hands, I would really have thought he was a charlatan,"

Ying Zhen asked with a smile: "The result? When did you get married? How old are you this year?"

"I'm just 49 this year, what kind of relationship is it? I'm still single now,"

Yingzhen was amused by him,
Seeing the smile on Yingzhen's face, Yue Botao eased a little from his nervousness when he spoke.
"Didn't the old Taoist give you a way to save it?"

"Yes, it's this hairpin. The elder fairy gave me the hairpin again, saying that if the hairpin leaves, life will stay and marriage will come."

"So, are you here to give me a hairpin today?"

Yue Botao nodded hurriedly, "You always guessed right. How could Bo Tao think that a hairpin could save my life? You saw it just now. You will move when you see this hairpin. You can't be wrong. Give me the hairpin. If I lose you, my life will be saved, and marriage will come."

Yingzhen felt that his imagination was a bit too optimistic.

"Are you not afraid that if you give it to me, your life will not be saved, and the marriage will not come?"

Yue Botao quickly waved his hands, "I've been waiting for so many years whether the marriage will come or not. I'm not in a hurry. Don't be in a hurry. What matters now is how to save my life."

"How do you say that?" Yingzhen raised her eyebrows.

Afterwards, Yue Botao explained the grievances between him and the Youlong Gang in detail, and mentioned the Zhao family in Tongyang Prefecture. He didn't dare to ask Yingzhen for help, and his words were somewhat hinting.

"If it weren't for my brother-in-law's current insecurity, his Youlong Gang wouldn't dare touch me. It's strange to say that this incident happened at my brother-in-law's house when I was 49 years old."

Yingzhen originally wanted to ask him about the Zhao family's affairs, but when the other party mentioned it, she continued to ask the topic.

Yue Botao asked Yingzhen for his needs, so he naturally answered every question, turned his head and looked around, and then lowered his voice and said about the well water.

It turns out that there is a hundred-year-old well in the back garden of Zhao’s house in Tongyang Prefecture. In summer, the water does not fall to the east and does not freeze. It is connected to an underground river. It is a living well.
The incident happened about a few months ago. A golden-backed toad came into the ancient well at some point, and people in the mansion could often hear the toad's chirping.

The Zhao family was in business, and thought that the golden toad entering the house was a sign of wealth and wealth, so no one went to drive the golden toad away, but no one drank the water in the well anymore.

Then one night, a maid came out to go to the toilet at night, passed by the old well, and found the golden-backed toad lying on the side of the well, spitting bubbles at the moon in the sky, the scene was quite strange.

The next day, the servant girl hurriedly told the matter to Patriarch Zhao Jing, and Zhao Jing brought people to the well, and found a crystal clear thick liquid flowing in a groove in the well stone.

At that time, Zhao Jing's three-year-old child was also watching the fun. The child was quick and liked to put everything in his mouth.
It was too late when Zhao Jing found out. He was afraid that something would happen to his son if he ate this stuff, so he hurriedly checked his body. After this investigation, he found that his three-year-old son had actually opened the spiritual pivot.

This made Zhao Jing very happy, so he hurriedly put the remaining thick liquid into a container and stored it, and then sent people to observe the movement of the ancient well every night,
In this way, we can also find a little rule. The golden toad only comes out on the fifteenth day of every month to spit bubbles at the moon, and it is not afraid of people, as if it is absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. Liquid, like drooling.

So Zhao Jing called this spiritual creature—Golden Toad Saliva.

(End of this chapter)