You are asked to go up the mountain and become a Taoist priest, and you raise a group of banshees?

Daotai Mountain.

Xu Xuan sat on a bamboo chair in the backyard of the Taoist temple, drinking tea and eating snacks.

With a comfortable face, he watched Su Jiu'er take care of the flowers in the garden.

Because of the special nature of Daotai Mountain, the clear air rises, and the plants that grow on the mountain are all very good.

The flowers are delicate, the breeze blows, and the faint fragrance of flowers can be smelled within 100 meters.

September.

The sun is not as hot as July and August.

Hanging overhead, the temperature emitted hovers between 26~28 degrees Celsius.

Su Jiuer is wearing a white shirt with denim hip shorts today.

She walked over to a flower, leaned down and picked up the scissors and clicked to cut off the yellowed foliage so that more nutrients could reach the top flower.

Every time he saw this scene, Xu Xuan would quietly move his eyes to other places.

Without him, the main thing is the action... I'm afraid he can't control it himself.

Every time I bend over, the denim shorts will be rounded by the hips, and with the graceful and graceful posture, there is an indescribable charm.

What a vixen~

Xu Xuan pinched his eyebrows and stood up from the bench.

"I'll go to the front yard first."

"Well, come back early." Su Jiu'er devoted herself to raising flowers and responded casually.

Push open the front yard door.

As far as the eye can see, more than 100 people wandering around the front yard, including men, women and children.

When they saw Xu Xuan walking out of the backyard, they all raised their hands to say hello.

Xu Xuan responded with a smile.

Although there are only about 100 pilgrims in the temple, if you look down the road to the bottom of the mountain, you will find that it is full of people who want to climb the mountain.

Journalists who follow the heat, Internet celebrities who rub the heat, and private bus tour groups are everywhere.

But no matter who they were, few of them made it to the top of the mountain, and most of them were resting at the bottom of the mountain.

That's right, this is exactly Xu Xuan's small action.

The power of the Internet is very powerful, and there will definitely be a lot of unnecessary troubles after the explosion.

Simply he made a small move before, deliberately shielding those with bad intentions among the mountain people.

In this way, the mountain is relatively leisurely, and even if there are more than 100 people, it does not seem crowded.

Feng Sheng was recuperating at home, and he had to go to school after school started, so he couldn't come to the mountain to help.

But he was not depressed, because the day Xu Xuan gave him peaches, he taught him a few basic skills, such as meditation, standing on piles, getting up early to practice, etc., so that he could practice even if he was in school.

Not to mention more, it is easy to improve immunity.

Take a walk in the front yard of the Xu Xuan Taoist Temple and enjoy the changes of the Taoist Temple after the reconstruction.

"Hey, wait a minute."

He suddenly paused, and looked at the corner not far ahead, where an old beggar in a gray robe was lying on a public chair and basking in the sun with his legs crossed.

"He's here too?"

Puzzled for a moment, he walked straight over.

Sensing the sound of footsteps approaching, the old beggar opened his slightly squinted eyes, smiled after seeing the comer, and continued to bask in the sun leisurely with his arms humming a song.

"Grandpa Yun, this chair made of stone is still comfortable to lie on."

Xu Xuan smiled and spoke.

The old beggar was a little dissatisfied when he heard his name, shook his hand and corrected: "Grandpa Yun, Grandpa Yun's name is too old, just call me Brother Yun."

Xu Xuan glanced at him, and his face changed slightly.

This old beggar is still a Taoist priest.

He is 86 years old this year, his talent is good, and when he was young, he relied on a book of exercises he picked up to learn Taoism by himself to cultivate to the later stage of refining and refining qi, no wonder he looks like a crane with a childish face, and he really has cultivation.

Xu Xuan's eyes slid a little abruptly.

Later, he became a doctor, but was forced to terminate his medical career because of the reform without a license, and became a beggar for the rest of his life, preferring to travel all over the world.

Xu Xuan sat on the stone chair.

The old beggar's eyelids twitched, and he felt that his sun was blocked, so he had no choice but to sit up and stretch his waist.

Xu Xuan smiled and said: "Brother Yun, you have been in the Taoist temple for three or four days, there is free food in the front yard hall every day, why don't you eat some."

Hearing Xu Xuan call him Brother Yun, the old beggar nodded with satisfaction, and then he heard the other party mention the free meals in the small hall, cut it, and complained:

"It's not delicious, it's better to lie down and bask in the sun."

Xu Xuan couldn't help but tease him.

"Oh, so Brother Yun, you were photosynthesizing just now?"

Hearing this, the old beggar looked at Xu Xuan with a strange look in his eyes.

He waved his hand to put an end to the topic.

The old beggar took out a flask from his bosom, pulled off the stopper with a "pop" and took a sip.

"Forget it, I'm here to thank you, but I have to say, it's hard to see you."

The old beggar used his chin to nun the location of the consultation room.

"The other day it was a dummy who stayed there, except for drawing talismans and carving statues, it didn't mean anything at all."

He smacked his lips and took another sip of his wine.

Xu Xuan was not surprised that the other party saw the true identity of the dummy.

At that time, he didn't put any prohibitions to prevent prying eyes inside, and the ones he created casually were enough to fool ordinary people at most.

"In order to thank you for the meal you invited me to eat that day, today I will tell you an absolute secret that even the ancient immortal cultivators may not know."

The old beggar took a sip of wine and deliberately exaggerated.

"Oh? What do you mean.

Xu Xuan leaned close to his ears very cooperatively.

I saw the old beggar glancing vigilantly left and right, and then leaned close to Xu Xuan's ear and whispered.

"Dragon Slayer~"

Dragon?

Xu Xuan sat up and said with a smile:

"Brother Yun, I still have a plate of peanuts in the refrigerator, do you want me to help you bring it back with wine?"

"Hey!"

The old beggar straightened up at once.

"You don't believe it, do you?"

Xu Xuan shook his head and said, "Don't, I didn't say I didn't believe it." "

There must be a real dragon, but he really doesn't know where it is.

The old beggar didn't bother to take care of Xu Xuan when he saw him like this, so he took a sip of wine, regardless of whether Xu Xuan was listening to himself or not.

"This dragon is divided into Jiaolong and Zhenlong, Jiaolong is a defective product that has not completely transformed into a real dragon, and this kind of little garbage is not even qualified to carry shoes for Zhenlong."

"But don't underestimate him, Jiaolong is also the existence of a real dragon at the door, he can walk in the clouds and rain, and there is a legendary real dragon scale on his body, which is the hardest place in his body."

"So when you kill him, just avoid that scale, and the rest of the place will be full of flaws."

The old beggar felt thirsty as soon as he spoke at length, took the flask and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, waving his hand disdainfully.

"Jiaolong is all garbage, and to put it bluntly, it is a long worm."

"Only a real dragon, that thing is really difficult to deal with."