Mingyue wiped her tears, pointed in my direction, and continued to say to Bu Liuxian:
"When we were having dinner just now, your senior brother Han Kui said everything.
You told him everything about leaving the willow coffin with him.
Hurry up and don't cause any trouble to His Highness."
After listening to Mingyue's words, Bu Liuxian's brows almost knitted into a knot.
He tilted his head and glanced at Han Kui, who was still vomiting, and then said to Ming Yue in a daze:
"Ancestors, we have one person thousands of miles away.
If, I say if
I really have some treasures left with Senior Brother Han Kui.
Don't care whether it is made of gold, jade, or willow wood.
No, I, Bu Liuxian, will give it to Senior Brother Han Kui."
Mingyue did not expect that Bu Liuxian would say such words. He reached out and tapped the old Taoist priest and said:
"I'm just going to say a few words. If you don't want to hear it, don't be childish.
What do you think this matter has to do with me? Everyone hangs orders at Erlang Temple."
"Old ancestor, how dare I, Xiao Bu, act childishly like you?
There is nothing childish here.”
Before Mingyue could finish speaking, Bu Liuxian interrupted him with a smile, and then he continued:
"Ancestor, what you said is somewhat biased.
You and I, Senior Brother Han Kui, came to Erlang Temple to place orders, but I, Xiao Bu, did not.
Isn't that right? The Emperor of Heaven made a decree from Heaven.
I asked Erlang Ye Yang Jian to live in my small Taoist temple for a few years, but the temple there was too small to accommodate his great deity.
Several stewards from Erlang Temple came to discuss with me:
Master Divination, you see that Luoshen Temple has also fallen into disrepair for a long time. It will be very inconvenient for Mr. Erlang to live in your place.
Otherwise, you would have brought your disciples to Erlang Temple to live there for a year and a half.
Let’s renovate the Luoshen Temple from the inside out.
Don't hesitate, every penny spent on renovating Luoshen Temple will come from Erlang Temple.
You just bring your disciples to Erlang Temple to stay for a while
Why do I want to leave the river water and not wash the boat?
I'm sorry to say that, Xiao Bu, but he is just a guest invited by Erlang Temple.
Ancestor, you and I, Senior Brother Han Kui, are half-masters."
"Forget it, forget it."
Mingyue smiled bitterly, waved her hand and said:
"What does it have to do with me?
I just said something for Han Kui, and I was blocked by all the words you said.
I don’t care about what you two are doing.
Come here and support Han Kui, I have to go back to evening classes."
While speaking, Mingyue squinted her eyes, held her breath and threw the drunk man she was supporting to Bu Liuxian.
Then this old Taoist priest, who looked like he was only in his teens, saluted me, turned around and left.
Mingyue did not take the elevator, but turned around and took the stairs to leave the restaurant.
Shortly after Mingyue left, Han Kui suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of sticky vomit.
"Oh my god, who is so wicked as to take me to the toilet?"
What does this smell like? Did you pee on me - wow?"
Immediately afterwards, Old Han Kui opened his mouth again and vomited out a large puddle of pickled food.
But after vomiting out everything in his stomach, old Han Kui became more awake.
He glanced at Bu Liuxian with drunken eyes, got up from the ground, put his arms around the old Taoist priest's neck, and said:
"Eh?
Isn't this Bu Liuxian? Where did you come from?
Hurry, I will take you to see the world.
Yang Jian - the place where Master Erlang entertained the gods for dinner, have you ever been to it in your dreams?"
"Teacher, please wait first"
Bu Liuxian grabbed Han Kui who was recovering, glanced at Pian Zuo and the other Taoist priests who were watching the excitement, cleared his throat, and continued to say to him:
"You drank too much just now. What did you say that I stored something at your place?"
"No"
Han Kui glanced at Bu Liuxian mockingly, and then continued:
"We are a brother from a different family. Why don't you give everything you have to me directly?
Still alive? If you say that word, you will be struck by thunder."
At this time, the steward who was waiting for the dinner in the room came out and said:
"Taoist Master Han, you did say that Taoist Priest Divination has a treasure at your place.
It was said to be a willow coffin the size of a watermelon.
You also said that you had shaken the coffin and there should be something inside."
"impossible"
Old Han Kui shook his head like a rattle. He shook his head and continued:
"I've never heard of the willow coffin you're talking about.
I am a monk, why do I need a secular coffin?
Either he attains enlightenment and becomes an immortal, or he burns his body with fire after death.
Besides, isn’t my Junior Brother Bu’s treasure the same as my Han Kui’s treasure?
Why should I be polite to him?"
While old Han Kui was talking, the elevator door opened and a young Taoist priest walked out quickly.
He walked up to Fan Zuo, leaned into his ear, and whispered a few words.
After Fan Zuo heard this, he blinked his eyes and thought for a while.
Then he walked up to me and said respectfully:
"Your Highness, it's a step too late.
Let Wu Jun run away.
Also, Taoist Master Han Kui's Hexuan was also turned over.
I don’t know if anything valuable was missing inside.”
At this time, Han Kui, who had woken up, heard that his room was being turned over, his expression changed drastically, he patted his thigh and said:
"It's over!
The little treasure I saved
Are my chicken cup from the Ming Dynasty, blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, and the five-color gentian bottle that Emperor Qianlong slept with in his arms all gone?
I won’t eat this meal. I have to go back and take a look.
What about that? Pack the dishes on the table and deliver them to me.
It's over, it's over, it's over.
I have so little possessions.”
Watching Han Kui enter the elevator with a sad face, I said to Zhuge Zhengqi, who looked helpless:
"Brother, I can't tell how much your uncle is taking advantage of you."
"You listen to him."
The ugly Taoist priest, who was always easy to talk to, now spoke with a teasing tone and said:
"I've never seen more than twenty dollars on him.
This is something that needs to be extorted from Wu Jun.
Wu Jun is no longer a god, and no one treats him as a human being anymore."
Seeing a few little Taoist priests coming over to clean up Han Kui's vomit, I pulled the ugly Taoist priest aside and whispered to him:
"Brother, please speak your mind.
Have you ever seen your master have a small coffin?
We brothers don’t have any negative words."
"I've never seen it before."
Zhuge looked upright like a big boy with Down syndrome, looked at me sincerely, and continued:
"Donor, you don't know.
At that time, my master established a special sect rule for me, Master Han Kui.
No matter what it is, as long as it is taken away by him, it is considered lost.
The relationship between the two of them is such that there are really good things that can be stored by him?"
Before he finished speaking, the elevator opened again, and a little Taoist priest covered in blood staggered out of it.