A Taoist temple has lasted hundreds of years, but generally the inside has only become obsolete due to the passage of time, and nothing has disappeared.
That is, in Qingshan Prefecture, that is, in Danxiao City.
If it were anywhere else, it wouldn't be like this.
Mr. Xixin walked into the Taoist temple and passed by the overgrown courtyard. He did not go to the main hall, which was now leaking badly. Instead, he sat under the eaves and looked up. There were stars dotted between the green tiles.
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Then Mr. Letter withdrew his gaze and reached out to pat the steps beside him.
Hearing the noise, an ancient incense burner that was originally on the incense stand in the main hall suddenly grew limbs, and the main body of the incense burner sprouted facial features.
The incense burner suddenly jumped off the incense stand, and then jumped towards the door. After a while, he panted and sat down next to Mr. Letter, and began to pant.
Mr. Letter looked at the small incense burner and smiled. He reached into his arms and threw all the big beams and treasures he earned today into the incense burner one by one. Originally, the incense burner was full of incense ash, but for some reason, it was here.
For a moment, when those big Liang Tongbao fell into the incense burner, there were no ashes everywhere, only some ripples.
There are still some noises.
Although today is the Woodcutter Festival, in fact, Mr. Shu Xin did not earn many big Liang Tongbao. At a rough calculation, it was only twenty or thirty coins. Therefore, the sound of the copper coins entering the water soon disappeared completely.
In the end, Mr. Letter only had one piece of heavenly money left in his palm.
The little incense burner raised his head, sniffed hard with his nose, and then said seriously: "This person is very lucky!"
Although the tone is old-fashioned, the voice of the small incense burner is milky and very cute.
Mr. Letters smiled and explained: "Nowadays, the fate of a country lies with him, how can it be insufficient?"
Xiao Xianglu asked curiously: "Did you meet Emperor Liang today?!"
The luck of the dynasty, except for the dragon vein, is actually closely related to the emperor of the dynasty most of the time, because as the ruler of the world, his actions can enhance or weaken the luck. This is why there have been several consecutive
After Dai Mingjun, the foundation of the dynasty will become more stable.
And once luck is lost, even if a wise king appears again, it will be difficult for anyone to turn the tide.
It's just that these statements are something that the Qi Refiner lineage firmly believe in. The rest of the world may think that this is due to human power.
"Not an emperor, but better than an emperor."
Mr. Letter looked at the heavenly money in his palm and said with a smile: "I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know that he has been so closely connected with the fate of the country. At other times, other emperors and Qintian Supervisors would understand it.
No matter what, he cannot be tolerated, but in this dynasty, not only can he be a powerful minister with peace of mind, but other things are really strange. His connection with the national destiny is obviously intentionally connected by the emperor of the dynasty, and he is willing to do so.
To hand over Guo Zuo to someone other than himself, this emperor is really brave, but he is also really big-hearted!"
When the little incense burner heard this, he was eager to give it a try, and said impatiently: "Then let me eat this piece of heavenly money and suck some of his luck."
Mr. Letter lowered his head and glanced at the small incense burner. He did not agree to his request. He just said to himself: "I am actually very curious. If he knew that he had such a great national destiny, would he be willing to spend this piece of heavenly money?
Give me?"
"That's definitely not the case. Others are not fools. How could they do this?"
The little incense burner rolled his eyes and muttered: "You are the only one who is the fool. The big hall they built is obviously full of incense, but you don't go and insist on staying in this small Taoist temple."
Mr. Letter said with a smile: "You think what I gave him is less. A paper boat, plus pen and ink, is not that little."
The little incense burner couldn't understand, but he had long been used to it. Anyway, ever since it became intelligent, it had listened to him talking about things it couldn't understand every day.
It seems that longevity is wrong, and peace seems not enough.
There shouldn't be only two roads in the world, but the third one can't be found...
In short, after talking about these things, his ears have long been filled with calluses.
"Then do you want to take his money?"
The little incense burner didn't want to think too much and asked directly.
Mr. Letter looked at the piece of heavenly money in his hand and couldn't make up his mind for a moment.
Xiao Xian Lu slapped his forehead and said: "I understand, you are afraid of eating his money, so you really have to do things for him!"
Mr. Letter shook his head, "No, when I collected the money, I already had to do things for him. But what I'm afraid of is that if he thinks differently from me, then he will suffer a loss in this transaction. If it's just like this
, it’s nothing, his family has only four walls, and I have only four walls. But he has such a fate of the country, I’m afraid that if his family has four walls, the world will be gone now.”
"I have watched Danxiao City for so many years, and today's world seems more pleasing to the eye. If it is really gone, I will still be a little sad."
Mr. Letter just looked at the piece of money in his palm and hesitated.
The little incense burner asked doubtfully: "Didn't you say before that this time the demon clan goes south, 80% of the world will be changed? Anyway, things will be different by then. Why are you worried about this now?"
"Yes, the Monster Clan is marching south with a battle formation that has never been seen before. If it were to replace the Great Jin, we are already discussing with the Monster Clan whether to cut another 30,000 miles or 60,000 miles, or even as long as the Monster Clan retreats.
, it’s nothing if God gives it to them.”
Mr. Letter frowned and said with some disgust: "That kind of court and that kind of world is really disgusting."
However, he quickly changed the topic and said: "But in that world and that court, there are people like me."
What kind of people are people like me?
They are also people who are indifferent to the world and have never done anything about the world.
"They are all disgusting. Don't criticize anyone. Even in the mouths of some scholars, I am afraid that the word "complement each other" can be used to describe me.
Mr. Letter laughed at himself, his smile was lonely.
"You are really... you are saying a lot of things that I don't understand. What are you going to do?"
The small incense burner was folded with both hands, and bursts of white smoke came out of the nostrils, with a strong smell of incense ash.
Mr. Letter was silent.
Many people in this world do not know what they want to do or how to do it, so they are confused most of the time. However, there are actually many people in this world who know very well what they want to do and do not care what others say.
Yes, they have their own ideas in mind.
The former makes people feel sad, while the latter, in many cases, is too stubborn and persistent, which keeps them on the wrong path throughout their lives.
Mr. Letter has been doing something for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, he has seen a lot of things and had many other ideas. But in the end, he still did nothing and nothing changed.
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Every choice requires great courage.
"Let's take a gamble."
I don’t know how long it took, but Mr. Letter smiled to himself and said: "That person had already made his choice in a very short period of time. I am so many years older than him and have lived so many more years, so I am not as good as him."
Too much."
"If...he is really that great, then...Pindao...will do it all over again."
As Mr. Letter said these words, the piece of heavenly money in his hand fell into the incense burner.
There was no sound of copper coins falling into the water, only a very slight sound of copper coins falling on the incense ashes... a slight sound.
The little incense burner held his breath and concentrated, trying to sense the luck in the money that day, and also sensing other things.
I don't know how long it took.
Mr. Letter asked: "How?"
The little incense burner looked ugly, "You are really lucky. If you take a few more bites, you will die."
Mr. Letter frowned and said, "What about others?"
The small incense burner was speechless, because at this moment, it had turned red as a whole and started to emit white mist.
Mr. Letter stretched out his hand and pressed it on the incense burner, and a cool breath overflowed from his palm and fell on the incense burner.
It was this move that made Mr. Letter himself startled.
After a moment, he raised his palm and picked up the piece of heavenly money.
The little incense burner breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped from death, but he still felt reluctant and said: "After a few years, I will definitely be able to take a bite of him!"
Mr. Letter shook his head and said with emotion: "He does have selfish motives...but...nothing...criticism."