Hua Yi reached out and pointed at the top of his head, shook his head, his face full of deep smiles: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

No matter which side it is.

Anyway, I can't hit Jinling City, so why should I tell my friends to let him worry?

"I understand, I understand, if you don't say it, don't say it. Before the heavy rain falls, you can leave as soon as possible."

Zhizhen Taoist said this, but he couldn't help but secretly complain: Why did you retire from the Imperial Heaven Prison be even more charlatan than I am the abbot in the temple?

He thought of Huayi's evaluation of Shiliang just now, and decided to recommend it to Xu Jidao, who was in charge of the current governor, after the rain stopped.

It happened to let Shiliang go to the governors and soldiers to experience it. One day he was appointed as a marquis and general, and he could also remember the kindness of the Xu family, which became a great help to the Xu family.

At this time, Hua Yi, who was about to cross the threshold, suddenly stopped.

"Brother Xu, you should not be too crafted."

Zhizhen Taoist was shocked when he heard this. He knew that he was fascinated. He patted his forehead gently, stood up and bowed to Hua Yi who pointed him.

"Brother Hua walked slowly."

"Well, don't worry, it won't rain until early tomorrow morning."

Hua Yi had just left for a while, and Shiliang came back to report his life.

Zhizhen Taoist stared at Shiliang's slightly tender little face for a moment. After hesitation, he decided to do what Hua Yi said.

"The Tao follows nature and let it flow."

"Don't the abbot prepare to have supper at this time, should he study a Taoist Dharma first?"

Shiliang's eyes were filled with big doubts.

The Taoist Zhizhen suddenly felt that Shiliang was not as clever as he had imagined, and he had a disappointment.

"The stars are the most beautiful before the rain. Putting the dining table outside, we ate while blowing the night breeze, which is no worse than eating the ice drink."

When talking about the word "ice drink", Zhizhen Daoren and Shiliang both swallowed slightly.

The incense in Hanshan Temple is just a matter of course, and its profits are all subsidized by Zhizhendao people to orphans who are short of food and clothing nearby, or to adopt orphans like Shiliang directly.

If Mrs. Ning Er from Zhangjiazhuang had not donated money to pray for her nephew's safety when she traveled, and sent someone to send ice drinks, I know that the true Taoist would not be willing to spend half a tael of silver to eat a bowl of ice drinks.

Thinking of this, Zhizhen Taoist said to Shiliang: "Last time you went down the mountain and said you met Miss Ning's third lady. I asked you to pick wild fruits near the temple when you have time. I remember correctly this, right?"

"The abbot said that I could concentrate on my practice. I refused after hearing the abbot's words. Miss Ning San also returned to the city with her mother. What abbot has to do to find Miss Ning San?"

Alas, what a pity.

Playing with the third lady of Ningjia, maybe he could have a good meal when he went to Zhangjiazhuang to pick up the playful Taoist priests home, and he could have a good meal and drink until he had a good time.

Now... I am destined to be without separation.

"When I didn't say it, move the table."

...

Hua Yi walked alone through the yard where Zhizhen Taoist was, and walked on the stone steps like a leisurely courtyard.

The little Taoist priests passing by nodded and saw Hua Yi's gray beard and hair dancing with the pace of walking. They always felt like they saw a paranormal and a Taoist immortal.

"I am worthy of being Master Hua. I am so old that I dare to walk these three thousand steps alone."

"Where are three thousand steps, six thousand steps, you can see that people are not breathless when they walk, as if they are floating on the stone steps."

"I really want to become a disciple of Master Hua and learn this unique skill of light skills. When I get old, I will not be afraid of falling when I walk with my eyes closed."

The words of a few little Taoist priests envied and yearned for just now fell.

Pop.

Hua Yi sat down on the stone steps, causing him to breathe in pain.

Just now, the Taoist priests who were walking steadily as if they were floating on the ground looked at each other and quickly turned back.

"Master Hua, the ground is cold, let's help you up."

“No need.”

Hua Yi felt that he must have been sprained by a blind stone. Although he had hurt his butt, he did not hurt his muscles and bones. He waved his hand to signal the Taoists to be busy with his own hands and stood up with one hand.

He looked down.

Sure enough, there was a piece of gravel the size of a fingernail on the stone steps, and there was a gap on the upper floor of the steps he stepped on.

A little Taoist priest also saw the gap and hurriedly explained: "Master, this was a leak of water when Mrs. Ning Er sent someone to deliver ice drinks yesterday. The ice-carrying worker accidentally slipped and hit the basket on it."

"So that's it. I've eaten an extra bowl of that ice drink."

I didn't expect that cause and effect would be here.

Hua Yi stared at the gap with a faint look, then looked up at the starry sky but dull aura, and he turned around without hesitation.

The little Taoists were shocked.

What does Master Hua mean?

He sprained and stopped walking?

"Children, remember, when encountering creatures block the way, remember to walk back. This is called "justice to the gods to eat a full meal."

Although stones are stubborn stones that have been immortal for thousands of years, they are more important creatures for him who have been observing astrological signs for many years.

He has the ability to sprain his ankle, and although he is old, his physical strength is comparable to that of a young man. This small stone can sprain his ankle, which only means that God wants to keep him.

The little Taoists listened to Master Hua’s slander. Even though they stayed in Hanshan Temple, they felt that this was just an excuse for Master Hua to hurt his feet and couldn’t go down the mountain. Everyone saw through it and said it.

Someone went to the public to tell the abbot that someone went to prepare Master Hua's supper tonight.

Only Hua Yi turned his head and looked at the small stone again, his face became serious, and he stretched out his fingers to calculate the good or bad luck of going down the mountain at this time.

Great luck.

So what about staying?

When the result was presented, Hua Yi was stunned.

A sign of great danger?

“That’s interesting.”

Does God want him to be lucky or unlucky?

Or go down the mountain?

"Master Hua, the abbot heard that you were going to stay, and he had already made the kitchen make your favorite stutter mushroom."

"Are you newly picked? Wait for me and go there right away."

Hua Yi stretched out his feet and kicked the small stone into the grass beside him, beware of passers-by being tripped again, and walked back with a light step.

...

In the early morning, when the sky was about to dawn, large clouds of dark clouds swept across the northwest with a capping force.

In less than a stick of incense, a heavy rain came quietly.

Fortunately, the heavy rain only took half an hour and turned into a breeze and drizzle.

The farmers who were guarding the rice fields that were about to be harvested and worried that the heavy rain would soak the fields, when the heavy rain would all wear straw raincoats, carry baskets, and step on mud to harvest the ripe rice ears.

Fortunately, most of the rice ears can be harvested for another two days. At dawn, there are only a few sparse figures left in the rice fields.

When the rain surges again, the harvest is basically completed.

Ning Wuyang heard about the rush to harvest and came to the fields. When he saw that the drainage in the ditches was about to overflow, his whole heart couldn't help but hang.

"Those old crops do not mean that this year is a bumper harvest year, and they can still harvest half a stone of grain. The rain comes so hard that if you spend two more days, you may not be able to get into the field."

Not only Ning Wuyang is worried about the rain.

Even the managers in the village and the farmers in nearby villages were worried about this problem.

Although it is raining now, even if the dry rice will sprout some of it, it is better than waiting for it to be soaked in the rain for two days and all sprout.

But if the rain comes and goes quickly, it will stop in the afternoon and it will not affect the harvest for another two days.

"Mr. Ning, you have a lot of reading and knowledge. Please help us get an idea."

Now Ning Wuyang has become the pillar of everyone in the nearby villages.

Ning Wuyang suddenly felt under great pressure.

He can do it by asking him to recite poems or make a small discovery. If it rains, his mother wants to get married, and he can't do it by making a decision.
Chapter completed!