Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

Chapter Seventy-One

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"Where did you hear all these messy things?"

"This man from Tanzhou City, who doesn't know that Chunfang Tower is the number one selling gold kiln in the city?!"

"You don't even have all your hairs, what a man!"

The hair is straight and protruding, with a face of Tsundere.

"I am twelve this year. Grandpa said that he is a man when he is twelve!"

Xu Junming smiled, then stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

"Chunfang Tower?! By the way, "what's that" seems to be legal this year, or else, go to see and see?"

Suddenly shook his head.

"Mr. Wuliang Tianzun, Dao ancestor will go up again, the disciple was just joking.... However, Ren Tingting in'Mr. Zombie' seems to be very beautiful. Oh, Master Yixiu’s apprentice Qingqing is also good. No, no, I will pursue the Dao all my life,' That's like a cloud with me! Immeasurable Heaven, sin, sin!"

After a while.

"But if it's not for'then what', am I going to wear a'ten thousand years old virgin' hat? It's a bit too losing face."

Xu Junming thought about own things boredly, followed the Maotou through the streets and came to the south of the city.

Originally, he thought that Maotou lived in the kind of poor people's kiln built with thatch branches, but he never thought that his house was still a small courtyard with blue bricks and gray tiles.

Although it has not been repaired for many years, the walls of the courtyard are often cracked, and the roof is covered with weeds, it is still a good place to shelter.

"Here, it's here."

Maotou removed a red string dyed black from his neck, and opened the courtyard door with the key tied to it.

"Dao Master, come in!"

Xu Junming nodded and stepped across the gate.

Looking up, there is a shadow wall with a corner collapsed, exposing the clay bricks inside.

Because of the erosion of rainwater and the fact that no one has been repaired all the year round, most of the white ash brushed on the surface has fallen off.

Bypassing the shadow wall, there is a small courtyard of about 100 square meters. To the east of the courtyard is a vegetable garden, in which some rapeseed, beans and the like are planted. To the west is a chicken coop where six or seven and a half chickens are raised.

The chicken house and the vegetable garden are separated by a fence made of short wooden sticks, leaving a one-meter wide road in the middle, leading directly to the main house.

There is a side room on the left and right of the main hall. The spring couplets on the lintel and the door frame have lost their color, turned white and mottled.

The wooden door is dark gray with occasional cracks caused by dry wood.

Most of the white paper behind the window is broken and has not been repaired. Under the breeze, it seems to be a cracked mouth, mocking the owner's poverty.

"Ahem...!"

An old and heavy cough came from the hall.

"grandfather!"

Mao Tou's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly pushed the door into the hall.

Xu Junming, who was walking behind, closed the courtyard door and followed in.

Anyone who has lived in a soil house knows that because there are fewer windows, the light in the room tends to be dim.

Although this is nothing to Xu Junming, who is already Xiantian, in the room, after being in bed for a long time, the rotten smell of mixed excrement and urine is really unpleasant, and there is also a smell of Chinese medicine.

He looked at the door of the house, limped, and passed over the Eight Immortals table supported by a few blue bricks, and saw the old man lying on his back in the northeast corner.

His complexion was withered, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were dull and dull, and the opening and closing of his mouth and nose seemed a little laborious, and he had obviously been lingering on the bed for a long time.

Mao Tou is stroking his chest, and his original shrewd face is now full of worries.

While Xu Junming was looking at him, the old man also noticed him, but his eyes were not so good and he couldn't see clearly.

"Changshan, cough cough, have guests come from home?"

"Grandpa, I'm a Taoist leader, and I want to rent our house for a few days."

"Oh!"

Turned his head towards Xu Junming's direction.

"Cough cough, long Dao, cough cough, forgive me that the old man is frail and sick, cough cough, can't get up to meet him!"

"The old layman doesn't need to be polite!"

After taking a few steps forward and examining it for a while, the right palm was lifted, and the magic power surged in the dark.

"Uh…!"

The old man's coughing stopped suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me!"

Suddenly there was a ‘snoring’ in the old man’s mouth! After a while, he suddenly coughed, his head deflected, and he vomited a mouthful of fishy, ​​bloodshot, and peach-like egg masses.

Taking a deep breath, the old man's face has a touch of blood, and the spirit is a little more vigorous.

Xu Junming used Magic power to warm up the old man's body, then withdrew his palms.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?"

"Changshan, help me up!"

"grandfather?!"

"obedient!"

Mao Tou quickly opened the bedding and helped the old man up.

Both feet landed, and after two steps forward, he wanted to bow to Xu Junming. He is not a fool either. The tuberculosis that has troubled him for many years can be cured, and it is naturally the merit of this Taoist leader.

Hastily waved his sleeves to support the old man.

"Old laymen don't need to be polite. Helping the poor is the purpose of my Taoist school. Since I was met by the poor Dao today, and I was within the scope of my ability, I naturally did not hesitate to help."

"The Taoist moral master, the old man is ashamed!...Changshan, hurry up and pour water on the Taoist leader!"

"Then you...?"

"After the Daoist's diagnosis and treatment, my tuberculosis has recovered. Although my body is not so good, it is not as difficult as before. Don't worry....I don't want to go."

Seeing Grandpa's urging, Mao Tou didn't dare to neglect, and slowly let go. After seeing that Grandpa could stand on his own, he was relieved and went to pour water for Xu Junming.

"Sit down, please."

Xu Junming nodded and sat down on the only two chairs beside him.

"The humble home is simple and simple, but I also hope that Dao Chief will not dislike it."

"The old layman has a lot of rituals. Taoism is practicing. The cold mountain and cold cave are still as sweet as sweets, not to mention now."

"Master, drink water!"

Mao Tou walked over cautiously, holding a coarse porcelain bowl with a gap.

Looking at his look, he was more grateful and respectful than before.

Xu Junming took it and took a look. There was some food residue on the mouth of the bowl and it looked dirty.

He raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth and sucked, and the water flowed like a line into the mouth.

"thanks!"

Return the bowl.

The grandfather and grandson who watched the magical scene were stunned, and it took a long time to calm down.

"The Taoist master has supernatural powers!"

Xu Junming smiled faintly and said nothing.

"How many days will the Daoist live?" The old man changed the subject.

"Maybe three or five days, but also seven or eight days, depending on the situation!"

The old man nodded.

"Maotou, you go and clean up the east wing and let Dao Chang stay."

"Got it, grandpa!"

"It doesn't matter how long the Taoist chief lives here. If it's something that the chief Tao does, it's useful to the old place, just open your mouth."

"Thank you, old layman. If that happens, Peng Dao will speak."

"Hehe, it's good if the Taoist leader doesn't see outside."

Xu Junming smiled and nodded.

"The old layman has recovered from his illness, it is better to rest more, and the poor way will not bother you much."

"Dao will need to rest in the long run. After a while, I will let Mao Tou go to greet the Taoist leader."

"The old layman does not need to be polite. The poor Dao has been a long time ago, and the food is no longer necessary. A bowl of clear water is enough!"

"How did this make it a great kindness for the Taoist leader to treat my illness? My Ma family is poor. I really don't have the money to return to the reporter. If I don't prepare a few meals, wouldn't I be a shameless person?!"

"The old layman has noble morals, and the poor Dao knows himself. But if he eats this meal, I am afraid that he will delay the achievements of the poor Dao. At that time, the old layman is not repaying favor, but revenge!"

The old man's face changed slightly and apologized.

"The lay people don't know the deity of the family, Meng Lang is already! I hope the Taoist leader will forgive me a lot."

"The ignorant is not guilty, the old layman rests. When I was young, I will come back to pay a visit!"

"Leader, go slowly!"

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