I didn't intend to be a Fairy

The middle-aged Taoist climbed up with difficulty, revealing the side of the "jie" banner under his body to avoid the cold, glanced at Song You, nodded immediately, and said repeatedly:

"Let's go, let's go..."

On the contrary, as soon as he took two steps, he heard the voice of a young Taoist behind him: "Changjing is so big, and the cold night is so long, where is Taoist brother going?"

The middle-aged Taoist stopped and looked back.

Song You also looked at him, saw his thin body, and said helplessly: "We are also destined to meet each other, so I invite Brother Dao to come in to drink a cup of hot water, eat something, and warm up before leaving."

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist raised his eyes and looked at him, mumbled his lips several times, and finally raised his hand to salute:

"Thank you fellow daoist..."

Song You opened the door and led the horse into the house.

The three-flowered cat crossed the threshold with him.

The middle-aged Taoist priest followed behind, and after realizing that he was also a Taoist priest, he was relieved a lot.

"Please sit down."

Song You put down his bags and said to him: "Brother Dao, wait a while, go downstairs and bring the stove, then go cook for Brother Dao."

He caught sight of the middle-aged Taoist priest looking at the bay red horse.

"My horse is extremely spiritual. It will never hurt anyone without a rein. Brother Dao, please rest assured."

After speaking, Song You went upstairs.

Only the middle-aged Taoist was left sitting restrainedly, shivering from the cold from time to time, staring at the three-colored cat on the ground.

Song You went upstairs to light the stove, and brought it down to warm the middle-aged Taoist.

Then I went to the stove to cook a pot of porridge, and took out the preserved eggs from the basket that I had made a few days ago, cracked open one and saw that it was covered with pine flowers, so I took another one as a meal.

It was almost dark in Changjing at this time.

Song You lit the oil lamp to reflect the scene inside the house.

There are only simple meals on the table, a bowl of porridge, a plate of kimchi, and two peeled preserved eggs.

The young Taoist sat opposite the middle-aged Taoist, the cat sat on the wide bench next to the young Taoist, and a bay red horse stood quietly behind him.

"Brother Dao, please use it."

"Fellow……"

"On our way back, we ate a bowl of soup cakes."

"Here……"

"It's just fate, no need to say more." Song You's voice was soft, "Eat."

"Thank you."

The middle-aged Taoist then picked up the chopsticks.

Song You looked at him from the side, afraid that he would eat too fast, so he spoke softly to him: "How long has it been since Daoist brother?"

"To tell you the truth, Fellow Daoist, it's been three days."

"Brother Dao is really a Taoist priest?"

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a while, and then stopped his chopsticks: "To tell you the truth, the poor Taoist is not a real Taoist priest. He just read some books, put on this clothes, and came out to earn fortune-telling money."

"It's okay, I'm also a fake Taoist priest." Song You said with a smile, "Eat slowly, after a long time of hunger, it's not advisable to eat too fast."

"Thank you, fellow daoist."

The middle-aged Taoist picked up his chopsticks again.

"I remember when we met at the beginning of the year, Brother Dao was still telling fortunes on the street, why did he end up here?"

"this……"

"Brother Dao may have forgotten, but I still remember it." Song You said with a smile, "Brother Dao was doing hexagrams on the street, and I didn't wear a Taoist robe. Brother Dao wanted to tell my fortune, and I said I was also a Taoist. , Brother Dao thought I was fooling Brother Dao at the beginning."

"ah……"

The middle-aged Taoist seems to have just remembered:

"It turned out to be you!"

"It's very fate."

"well……"

The middle-aged Taoist sighed: "It's a long story..."

"Brother Dao, speak slowly."

"Pimpedao originally lived in the north, but he didn't have land, so he couldn't have enough to eat. Later, there was a war, and all the demons and ghosts came out. There was no way to survive, no one could find a way to survive..." The middle-aged Taoist said. Sometimes I feel a little sad, "Later, Pindao had to leave his hometown and go south to find a way to survive. However, Pindao didn't have any special skills. He just remembered that he had read a few books and read a few fortune-telling books when he was young, so he got a Taoist robe and such a face. Flag, pretending to be a Taoist, and making a living by telling fortunes."

"It's not difficult for Changjing to tell a fortune, right?"

"That depends on the person..."

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head in shame: "Looking at it now, the book that Pindao read when he was young is just a fake book. According to the time when students go to Beijing to rush for exams and Chinese New Year, they can earn some auspicious money, after those days, they can only see if God will give them food."

"I see……"

Song You nodded, thinking it made sense.

The so-called "auspicious money" sounds nice, but such an act is actually no different from cheating.

Song You pushed the two preserved eggs on the plate to the middle-aged Taoist, and also pushed a small dish of soy sauce to him, saying: "Don't just drink porridge, this is a specialty of my hometown, called preserved eggs, also called Songhua Egg, don’t think it’s edible just because it’s dark, it’s actually edible, but it tastes a bit weird, some people like it, some don’t, it might taste weird when you first eat it, dip it in soy sauce, it’ll be better.”

"Thank you..."

"I don't know where brother is from in the north?"

"People from Yanzhou."

"Yanzhou is approaching the border, right?"

"It's close to the border." The middle-aged Taoist said, "Before General Chen came to the north, every year the Saibei people would go south to plunder. Life was already difficult, and the ensuing great war destroyed the north even more. Jiukong. Later, the war stopped, we won, and the Saibei people didn’t come much, but the farmland has become wasteland, and there are no people for dozens of miles.”

"Life is hard."

"If it's just like this, it's just that there are fewer people, but when there are fewer living people and more dead people, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts will come. Who would dare to live there?"

"How many people like Brother Dao go south to seek a way out?"

"It's not too many, but there are not many people left. Of the remaining people, keep half of them, and let the other run around. Wherever there is a way to survive, go there."

"I have also heard that the northern demons and ghosts are very rampant. I have heard a lot from a general, but although that general is guarding the north, he is a general on the frontier after all, not the people in the rear. I think he has suffered for the people in the north. I don’t really understand it either.” Song You looked at him, “If brother Dao is willing to explain a thing or two, that would be great.”

"There is nothing to talk about. Ordinary ghosts are nothing more than chaos and cannibalism. They make people panic, like military disasters and disasters. But if those monsters become weather, they seem to be kings of the land and feed the people. The charitable ones only need to press those monsters." According to the requirements of the king, they should regularly offer up the people they want, whether they are virgins or virgins, or people born in a certain year or month, so that they can be safe for a while. The cruel ones treat the people as vegetables in the field and in the stalls. They killed chickens at will, and even heard that in some places, monsters only eat hearts and livers, and there are human heads all over the roadside."

The hands of the middle-aged Taoist holding the chopsticks were shaking.

"It's so scary!"

"In addition to the demons and ghosts, the north is also plagued by plagues. Once the plague comes, it is three times more terrifying than demons." The middle-aged Taoist said, "Some people also become demons in front of the plague."

"I see."

Song You stared at the Taoist for a long time before nodding.

It seems that God wants him to go to the north first.

I don't know if it's God.

Song You shook his head, didn't ask these questions, and just continued to ask him: "Brother Dao left his homeland, has he been making money by telling fortunes for others?"

"There's really no other way."

"But Brother Dao is not a real Taoist, and he hasn't learned the ability to really deduce divination. It has been so long..." Song You paused, and smiled slightly, "I don't say whether it is deceiving people or money, but Brother Dao wants to rely on It is also difficult to support a family in this way, just like these few days, Brother Dao has not eaten a grain of rice, and his clothes are thin, how many more days can he last?"

"What fellow daoist said is reasonable. If it wasn't for fellow daoist, the poor Taoist would not die tonight, and I'm afraid he would die tomorrow night." The middle-aged Taoist showed bitterness, shook his head and said, "But what can we do? Speaking of which, the poor Taoist has already died Lived many years longer than anyone else in the original family."

"I would like to give Brother Dao a few small coins. It's just that the winter in Changjing has just begun. I'm not a rich man with a lot of money and a lot of mansions. I'm afraid this small amount of money will not be of much use."

"this……"

The middle-aged Taoist was taken aback for a moment.

I want to refuse habitually, but I am afraid that the other party will really not give it. I want to be cheeky like a fortune teller, but at this time, I am a little bit unable to open my mouth.

The expression was wonderful for a moment.

After a while, he said in shame: "Fellow Daoists are so grateful for their help. How dare you ask for anything else? If Pindao dies one day, it will be fate if you think about it. It's just that Pindao has no other skills, and he is too deceitful." Many, have been retribution."

"How does this egg taste?"

"Um?"

The middle-aged Taoist was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why he asked suddenly, but he quickly said, "It tastes rather strange, but it tastes pretty good when dipped in soy sauce."

"It is very fresh when used to cook lean meat porridge."

"Thank you fellow daoist, thank you fellow daoist..."

"It's made of duck eggs." Song You ignored his thank you, "Speaking of which, its method is also very simple. It's just that since I went down the mountain, I have traveled to several states, but I haven't seen it in other places, because It’s a pity that people in the world can’t taste such a simple delicacy, and they feel troubled because they have to make it themselves if they want to eat it, and they can’t buy it anywhere.”

"This is indeed..."

The middle-aged Taoist spoke in a daze, as if he had heard something, then got stuck in the middle of the sentence, raised his head and stared at Song You in a daze.

Song You's eyes were calm, and his face was also very calm.

"Please guide the way!"

The middle-aged Taoist immediately stood up and saluted.

Song You smiled, and only said to him: "Brother Dao, please sit down, eating is important."

The middle-aged Taoist sat down.

There were a few duck eggs left in the house, which were prepared to be boiled and eaten. After the middle-aged Taoist finished eating, Song You took the oil lamp and took him to the stove, and explained to him how to make preserved eggs. He was given nearly a consistent amount of money so that he could spend these days. Fearing that he would be too honest and eloquent, he told him how to sell, and gave him the paper fur that he bought in Yizhou, and then sent him out.

"There is an inn near the east gate. It's a common shop. It only charges a few dollars a night. Brother Dao, if you don't want to suffer from the cold on the street, you can go there to stay overnight. You just have to be careful about your money. If you lose it, it will be gone."

"Thank you fellow daoist! Fellow daoist is truly a living god!"

"It's nothing, I just feel that brother Dao is not good at deceiving people. Using fortune-telling and divination to deceive people's money is neither right nor enough to support brother dao. I only hope that brother dao will not have to do this kind of trouble from now on. You can also live in other ways by deceiving people, at least you don’t have to starve or freeze.” Song You smiled slightly at him, “Besides, Brother Dao also showed me the way, so it’s a one-for-one.”

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist's expression was a little dignified, and then he saluted solemnly: "The poor Taoist guarantees his life, and he will never engage in this kind of defrauding people's money from now on!"

"Take care of yourself."

"The poor Taoist is cold and confused, and he is also hungry and confused. He hasn't asked the name of the Taoist master yet."

"My surname is Song and your name is You, and I don't have a Taoist name."

"Pin Dao's real name is Zhang Qing, and the respect and taboo of the Taoist master has been engraved in his heart. His great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten."

The middle-aged Taoist saluted deeply before leaving.

The figure was quickly submerged in the night.

I don't know where he went again.

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