After a few fights, Li Donglai felt his muscles and bones slightly heated. He stopped his fist and prepared to go downstairs.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and it was Juan.

"You're here!" Juan yelled, "Go to have breakfast?"

"Okay, what to eat?" Li Donglai asked.

"Go to Dajing Street to eat roast goose!" Juan smiled happily, "I relied on you yesterday and earned 2,000 yuan. Of course I have to thank you..."

Is it so greasy to eat in the morning?

Of course, Li Donglai is fine.

He didn't want to walk on the flying alley, so Juan took him along the ruins of the city wall and walked around the East Road to Longjin Road.

These two roads are the border of Kowloon City, one of the rare streets that can be sunbathed all day long, and are also the best place for business in the city.

The top of my head was filled with dense signs: dental clinics, sparrow halls, Paijiuzhai, special dance halls, dog meat halls, and even drug rehabilitation and sanitation centers.

Li Donglai could also guess with his toes what the so-called sanitation center does.

It is early morning, except for the clinic, all other places have closed doors and windows, but there are still crowds of people on the wide streets.

It turned out to be a morning market.

Li Donglai looked at the prices and was secretly shocked:

Two pieces of rice per pound, twelve pieces of pork per pound, and three pieces of vegetables per pound...

This is only 1986...

Just thinking it was to look at the scenery, Li Donglai walked slowly with the abortion.

When he was about to reach Dajing Street, he saw many old people coming in and out of a street entrance, holding yellow paper incense and candles, as if he was going to worship God.

"Today is August 23rd, Wong Tai Sin's birthday. Grandpa and grandma who are old are unwilling to walk to Se Se Garden, so they will come to the Shegong Temple to worship!" Juan explained.

Wong Tai Sin?

In the real world, less than two hundred meters away from the martial arts hall is the Wong Tai Sin Puqing Hall. In terms of inheritance, it is also the ancestral altar of the Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong's Sesame Garden.

Every day on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, my father would take him to burn incense, and Li Donglai was like playing big in Taoist temples.

His heart moved: "Go and take a look!"

When the two entered the Shegong Street, they could smell the smell of incense and candles floating out of the Shegong Temple from afar.

It was obvious that he was worshiping the gods, but no one was seen going in to burn incense. All the pilgrims were blocking the temple gate to discuss:

"I worship Wong Tai Sin every year. Is this the first time I have seen such a signature?"

"Listen to the Taoist priest, I'm a masturbator (bastard) who secretly changed his spiritual signature... Grandpa wished his ancestral grave a black smoke..."

"It's okay, I didn't change the words of swearing, I only changed the four signatures to four words... I drew 'Purple Qi Comes East', what did you drew (what)?"

"I'm not lucky. I got the lottery for 'Yiye Zhiqiu', and even the Taoist priest who explained the lottery didn't know the explanation. It's really a ghost..."

"I'm better, I've got the 'Guang Family and Ancestor'..." A grandma smiled happily.

Li Donglai's pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes were so bright that they were scary.

Purple Qi comes from the east, Li Donglai?

A leaf is in autumn, and the leaves know autumn?

Guangzong, Li Guangzong...

Could this be a coincidence?

Who did it?

Dad?

He let out several breaths inwardly and calmed down.

"It's really a strange thing, go and take a look?"

"It seems that I won't let you in!" Juan pointed to the door.

Two Taoist priests wearing apricot yellow Taoist robe stopped at the door and were explaining to the pilgrimage that the spiritual sign had been stolen and was being remediated.

"Just watch the fun outside!"

Li Donglai walked forward a few steps without hesitation and stood behind a group of grandparents.

The temple is not big, and the platform is full of statues of gods.

Huang Daxian is in the middle and sits, on the left are the two emperors of Wen and Wu, on the right are the Battle of the Battle Buddha Sun Wukong and the City God.

All the Wong Tai Sin Temples have these statues, but they are worshipped in separate halls, unlike this social temple, which are all crowded together.

There were two Taoist priests standing under the statue of the god, one of which was bright in robe, and it was obviously together with the two at the door.

The remaining one was sloppy, messy, and patched on his gray Taoist robe.

Listening to the conversation, the three wearing yellow Taoist robes were Taoist priests sent by Huang Daxian Temple in Sese Garden to the city wall to explain the signs and apply medicines. The one who was sloppy was the temple blessing of the city wall societies.

"The signs I personally placed yesterday were all replaced overnight? I know, what do you mean by the temple gate?"

"I'll tell me?" The sloppy Taoist priest replied lazily, "I may have said that it was the great immortal who showed his own spirit..."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest burst out on his forehead, and he almost blurted out his mouth with a "far".

As if he knew what he was thinking, the sloppy Taoist priest sneered and asked, "Since you don't believe in God, what kind of Taoist priest are you?"

The yellow-robed Taoist priest turned cold and slapped the wooden sign in his hand on the altar heavily, looking at the sloppy Taoist priest with expressionless expression: "You should do it yourself!"

Then, he turned around and walked out of the temple gate and bowed to the pilgrims outside:

"Staffing spiritual signs is a great disrespect to the great immortals... The inheritance of this temple has been cut off. I would like to ask all lay Buddhists to move and go to the Sesse Garden to burn incense..."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest obviously wanted to cut off the incense of the Shegong Temple, but the sloppy Taoist priest didn't care, just watched him perform there.

Even the immortal chief in Se Se Garden said this, what else can I do?

A group of grandparents complained while walking: "It's so hard to walk one mile"!"

"I don't even want to leave, what god?"

...

In a short while, whether it was a pilgrimage or a funeral, they all left cleanly.

Only Li Donglai and Juan were left at the entrance of the temple.

He basically guessed who this is.

Not his father.

My father never made me so embarrassed, let alone so sloppy.

Li Donglai stared at the Taoist priest closely.

When you speak Cantonese, can you collect the Jiangxi accent?

The Taoist priest also saw Li Donglai.

He picked up a wooden stick at will, knocked Sun Wukong three times, and asked with a smile: "Laby, do you want to come in and burn incense?"

Li Donglai sighed inwardly.

If you don’t have some culture, you really can’t understand what Taoist priests mean.

"Even the inheritance is broken, is it effective to burn incense?" Li Dong replied back and forth, turned around and left.

"You're so idle, go and change your spiritual sign?" Juan muttered and followed behind.

"Who knows!" Li Donglai replied casually.

Taoist Luo appeared, where is Ye Zhiqiu?

...

A fist hit Li Donglai's nose, and Li Donglai tilted backwards and hit his chin.

"Bang!"

With the sound, his body fell back and fell heavily on the ring. His teeth nipped his tongue and a wisp of blood flowed out of his mouth...

"Absent the defeat..." Before the opponent could pounce on him, Li Donglai quickly shot the ring a few times.

The host rang the gong: "Xingzai won!"

"Go to die... I'll tell you to admit defeat?" Xiao Sibao in the stands cursed loudly.

Seeing his eyes glaring and blue veins bulging on his face, Li Donglai secretly praised: It was so good to act!

The gamblers in the audience seemed very calm.

Because Li Donglai almost won one game before and seemed to be exhausted, there were not many people betting him in this game except for Xiao Sibao.
Chapter completed!