Yin and Yang under one person

Chapter 29 Bonfire
As dusk turned dark, the strangers who hadn't gone down the mountain were basically arranged for lodging by Longhu Mountain, and Huang Jing followed him to a Datong shop.

Originally thought that the Taoist priests had seen through the world of mortals, but they still underestimated the common people. They divided men and women into common shops, and Huang Jing naturally added men to men.

In the Tongpu, lighting candles and playing with mobile phones, it's not time to blow out the candles.

Huang Jing sat on the side, on this small kang, he didn't know how the other people kept a distance of three meters from him,
Anyway, he only knows one thing, as long as you have something that others care about, others will feel guilty.

While tidying up his own bed, he packed his travel bag and stuffed the things he should use. Feeling the erratic and instant gaze, Huang Jing finally understood who he was.Like a person disappearing in this world.

Huang Jing didn't care at all, he wished that these people would trouble him and let him have some fun.

But it's a pity that until they go out, this group of people is still a bunch of rats.

It's useless to give you a chance. Huang Jing walked away in their sight with his bag on his back. While holding on to the bag, he wondered if it was up to you tonight, could he talk to some old man.

……

In the woods, it was calm, dim, and silent.

Zhang Chulan's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, with a yellow paper talisman on his hand, looking at his opponent tomorrow, he left as if he had been hit, Shan Shitong, the god of talisman.

Dealing with these guys is very troublesome, Zhang Chulan habitually recalls the details just now in her heart.

How to calm the anger of a stranger who is not afraid of anyone and blindly confident in his own abilities?

It's worth remembering, because most Inhumans are the same.

When Feng Baobao kidnapped a proud guy, the other party was angry and felt ashamed.

At this time, it is impossible to just rely on words to make the opponent let go, you must do it, and play a situation where I am not weak and you are stronger.

At this time, the other party will regain his composure and weigh the pros and cons. In front of a person who can quietly tie her up, he is destined not to pay back such things as face.

Then tell the advantages and disadvantages of both parties, and tell yourself that it is Zhang Chulan's secret, and you will make up for it.

Both sides were shameless. Although he couldn't swallow this breath, he had a step down anyway.

Well, no problem, the key is strength, but no matter how strong the strength is, a creature like a human will not let you lose your mind.

Boldly predict, after Fushen reacts, I am afraid that he will feel a little ashamed, and feel that he has no sense of accomplishment even if he wins a fight that he has not practiced in ten years.

Tomorrow's game probably won't be played. Zhang Chulan is very calm, but disgust flashes deep in his eyes.

"Zhang Chulan, in the first match, you couldn't even beat three trash fish, and now you let Shan Shitong go."

Feng Baobao still looked at the direction where Shan Shitong left, obviously the first program in his mind had been kidnapped and buried and hadn't gone offline yet.

How much do you want to bury someone? Zhang Chulan wanted to complain like crazy, but he knew that what he had to do now was to let the other party program change the line.

"Sister Bao'er, this, haha, isn't this the first accident that happened in the first game? The plan I used didn't take into account off-site factors, so I was surrounded and beaten.

But now I understand what is going on, and someone will help me attract attention. Next, I just need to play steadily and accumulate more experience. Only when I encounter an opponent that I can't solve, can I bother you to make a move. "

Zhang Chulan explained with a sloppy smile, what made his heart cold.

"It smells so familiar." The program in Feng Baobao's mind suddenly changed the channel for some reason.

Zhang Chulan was full of depression, and wanted to crazily complain about how this stupid treasure remembered the Cantonese flavor for a day.

Forget it, let's destroy it, I'm tired, Zhang Chulan left the woods with her shoulders down and desolately, as if she was a little shorter.

Not far from the woods, there was a flat grassland, and the fire was raging, dispelling the coolness brought by the wind.

A dozen Taoist priests, plus an unpopular Huang Jing, drank Longhushan beer and mountain spring, and ate snacks and barbecue brought by Huang Jing.

Some Taoist priests went back to the back mountain to catch a free-range chicken, cooked it and threw it on the fire to roast, squeaking and emitting oily smoke.

Huang Jing was lying on his side on the grass, leaning against a fallen and dead tree. He was not drunk, but the wind made him slightly tipsy.

Next to him was the middle-aged Taoist priest he had been dating in the evening. The other party didn't want to see him at first, but when he heard that he recognized Xiao Zhou and said that he was going up the mountain with a gift, he instantly became enthusiastic.

Originally, I wanted to have a face-to-face with the old celestial master alone, but in the end, I just turned it into a welcome bonfire.

Only when Huang Jing arrived did he find out that this group of Taoist priests must have a lot of idle time on weekdays.

Five-meter Doujiao, a sect that imitated Zhang Jiao's Taiping Taoism in history, is famous for the need to provide five buckets of rice to join the religion.

This sect doesn't have many rules and regulations, but it can't be said that they are wild Taoist priests. What's more, Huang Jing still thinks that it is a difference in philosophy.

Quanzhen suffers for the benefit of others, absorbs the advantages of Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism, and has the strictest rules and regulations.

Historically, the Shangqing sect was founded by a group of frustrated Jiangnan aristocrats. They were known as Qingxiu, and they emphasized self-consciousness.

The colors in the history of Tianshi Dao are actually not very glamorous, but the concept has merits, and it is more of a kind of calmness.

Outside the bonfire, Taoist priests gathered in a circle, speaking softly, hot but not noisy, aware of their own nature, but not indulgent, disciplined, but not strict, they are natural.

Beside the bonfire, talking about sex was relaxed, the middle-aged Taoist priest was quite cheerful, and smiled at Huang Jing:

"Although you came out of nowhere, I don't hate you. Welcome back."

This is treating him as Zhang Chulan.

Those who don't think of her as Zhang Chulan, obviously have seen the real Zhang Chulan, sitting in the corner with a Taoist priest with a mustache who looks like a quack playing erhu, he hesitates to speak.

At this time, it was his turn to act. Huang Jing seized the opportunity and immediately flushed his face slightly, looking a little depressed, as if he had something to hide.

"Master Dao, I... oh, let me tell the truth, my name is not Zhang Chulan, maybe Zhang Chulan and I came out of nowhere, and we are both employees of the company, so you misunderstood me.

But... well, I'm really not Zhang Chulan, so I don't want to explain clearly. "

"Ah, this..."

The middle-aged Taoist was astonished.

Many Taoist priests looked at each other in blank dismay, and there were also many Taoist priests who looked like this. They had all seen Zhang Chulan, and they were still related to the old heavenly master at that time.

Bazihu ​​complained: "Brother, how many times have I told you that you misidentified the person, so you just don't believe me."

"This... this is what was said on the Internet, and what my master told me, this, this, this..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned red, he couldn't get rid of the blame, could he still get rid of the celestial master?

It was really unreasonable to do this. He knew why Zhang Chulan was so eye-catching.

Even Longhushan has been tempted by people because of the so-called origin of the body, and now people are carrying this big pot for no reason. Isn't this harmful?

(End of this chapter)