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It was a place that couldn't even be called a village. There were only a few houses made of blue bricks, which could only be counted as a few families living in it.
It was barely electrified, which proved that it lived in the modern civilization.
Luoqiu looked at the surrounding mountains. The mountain was full of water vapor. In the early morning, the water vapor began to evaporate, turning into dense white fog, slowly rising here.
He saw Yang Taizi under an old banyan tree in front of this real 'small' village.
The old Taoist didn't come alone, there was another person beside him, a young man called Zhan Er. His disciple.
Yang Taizi looked like he was meditating. His disciple didn't have the ability to meditate. After seeing someone from afar, he woke up Yang Taizi who was meditating.
The old Taoist opened his eyes. After a few steps, he met with Luoqiu, saying, "Boss Luo is indeed a man of his word. I thought I would have to wait here for one or two days. "
The old Taoist was patient. He had waited for ten years since the mountain was taken away, one or two days wouldn't make a difference.
Luoqiu said, "It's not our rule to keep the guests waiting … Can we start now?"
Luoqiu looked at the clouds. He breathed the air of the mountain all the way here. In fact, in the early morning, the air exhaled more carbon dioxide, but maybe because of the high humidity, it had a fresh and moist feeling.
It was said that cultivators ate wind and drink dew, inhaling the aura of heaven and earth … Anyway, Luoqiu couldn't feel anything in the aura.
Besides, could aura really be eaten?
"I'm ready." Yang Taizi hurriedly cupped his hands and said, putting himself in a very humble position.
His disciple looked at him and felt it was incredible.
Yang Taizi picked Zhan Er up when he was very young, saying that he had wisdom and spirituality, and was a suitable person for cultivation. But he was only a few years old, how could he know what cultivation was? The only motivation was to be able to eat his fill by following this old man.
However, as the years passed, the ignorant orphan grew up and gradually saw this complicated world clearly. Only then did he realize that what he had bumped into was the so-called 'creation' that was passed down by the Taoists.
He had seen Yang Taizi rushing up the mountain, splitting boulders with his wooden sword, flying paper cranes, and puffing clouds and smoke on the rocks of the mountain. After more than ten years of nurturing, she had long regarded Yang Taizi as a close relative, not to mention that he had miraculous abilities, which made him even better than a relative.
His master was the heavens.
Looking at Yang Taizi's submissive attitude, the young disciple suddenly felt a little uncomfortable … It would be fine if they were Taoist priests with immortal temperament, but they were just two young people who were about the same age as him.
"Master, you said that the people who came to help were these two?" The young disciple said in a doubtful tone, "Even you can't defeat the Black Water Python Spirit on the mountain. Do these two people have the ability to do so?"
This silly disciple!
Yang Taizi had taught Zhan Er since he was young, so he knew Zhan Er's mind very well. Although he knew that he just couldn't stand it and was defending him.
Yang Taizi moved his lips, intending to say something, but Luoqiu suddenly said in a low voice, "We can't defeat it either, so we're just helpers. You're too polite."
Yang Taizi could only take the opportunity to say, "After all, we're just helpers. How can I be so arrogant … Zhan Er, they're guests, not to mention they're here to help us. How can you be so rude?"
Ah … So it's like this?
Zhan Er gave a start, thinking that his master was right. It was normal to be polite when people came to help them out of kindness. Zhan Er hurriedly walked to Luoqiu and Yang Taizi. Although he was dressed like a modern young man, he was still a young Taoist, so he acted like a Taoist.
Zhan Er bowed to Luoqiu without any hesitation, "I'm sorry!"
He chuckled with a sincere expression on his face.
If he didn't have the impetuosity of the city, apologizing whenever he made a mistake, his life would be much easier.
Luoqiu nodded, saying nothing. He walked to the old Taoist priest's side and climbed up together with him. Luoqiu didn't have much contact with Yang Taizi, but he felt that Yang Taizi was a person who came out from the secular world.
…
"I haven't told this naughty disciple about your shop."
On the way, Yang Taizi seemed to be restless, explaining something to Luoqiu, "This kid's nature is not bad, but he's a bit casual."
Luoqiu looked at Yang Taizi curiously, "I don't think your disciple cares about this, why do you care more than him?"
Yang Taizi subconsciously glanced at Zhan Er who followed behind him.
But he saw Zhan Er stopped under a pear tree, thinking about picking pears to eat. Yang Taizi couldn't help being stunned.
Luoqiu said indifferently, "I don't know much about the life of you Taoists. But, this little Taoist is the one who's really outside the secular world. "
Yang Taizi couldn't help blushing. But it was a happy thing that his disciple who had been with him for many years was praised.
Yang Taizi sighed in his heart, bowing to Luoqiu, "Thank you for your advice. You're a free person. "
What should he say?
Could it be that such a small matter had to escalate to a quarrel, and then escalate to a fight before it could be considered satisfying?
But it was amazing that this kind of small principle that was often taught in kindergarten could make these Taoists who looked like living immortals feel refreshed, as if they drank a bottle of divine dew.
This feeling was really cheap and ridiculous.
Learned in childhood, forgotten in youth, found in old age, and treated as a treasure. Life was like this.
…
…
Far away, in Ulan Bator, in the ruins of the huge underground palace.
At the edge of the big pit formed by the sinking, a team of people were climbing down with various tools. The terrain below became messy, and there was no flat bottom for the helicopter to land, so they could only use this inefficient method.
Of course, it had taken them nearly a day.
In fact, they had already set up camp at the edge of the big pit.
In the camp, a foreign man of about 40 years old, wearing a fur coat, was drinking the local milk tea, not used to it.
This was a tough job.
Compared with the Hawaii full of sunshine, beaches and beauties, this desolate place was simply heaven and hell.
However, the company had lost an entire team of treasure hunters here, and they still found nothing. He had no choice but to temporarily leave the charming beach in Hawaii.
"Mr. Bajo, Master Varawa is back."
A valiant man wearing a combat suit and holding a machine gun said respectfully as he opened the tent flap and walked in.
Bajo stood up unwillingly, putting on his mink hat. Before coming out, he suddenly ordered, "Throw away these disgusting things, and make me a pot of coffee."
Tut, when can I leave this nasty and damned place?
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