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Chapter 67 Troubles and troubles, but they have to be sorted

The True Lord Shangmao left, leaving behind a confused Wang Daoling.

The old toad now wants to cry. Even if he has thought about being slaughtered, he has never thought about falling into the hands of his enemy's men.

I had teased the white snake back then, how could her man be polite to me?!

"If you don't make a name for yourself, you will be removed from Maoshan Tuan!"

This is what the old toad King Wang Daoling left to the old toad King Daoling, and Wang Daoling's heart trembled.

Over the years, he dared to cheat outside and follow his skills to make trouble. What is he relying on?!

It was his identity as a disciple of Maoshan. If he had no such protective shell, he would have killed him with a golden bowl on that day.

"Mr. Han Wen! I am wrong! I am wrong!..."

If Wang Daoling has been living in the world for so many years, he can bend and stretch.

Now he knelt down for Xu Erlang without saying a word. Although Xu Xian was a little surprised, he was reasonable when he thought about it.

This guy's nature is afraid that he thinks he wants to deal with him. How could I, Xu Hanwen, do such a thing myself?!

"Qing'er! Qing'er!"

Xu Xian called for a while, and then a sound rang out crisply.

"Here! Come! What's the matter with my husband looking for me?"

Xiaoqing was originally playing with her sister in the back house, but Xu Xian told her to run out quickly.

Bai Suzhen also came out curiously, and Xu Xian smiled and pointed at the old toad King Daoling kneeling on the ground.

Then he said, "Qing'er! Master Shangmao handed over his disciple Wang Daoling to us for discipline. I'll do this for you!"

When Xiaoqing heard this, her eyes lit up, and the smile on her face couldn't stop.

In the eyes of Wang Daoling, that smile was like the smile of the King of Hell.

"Hehehehe...Don't worry, my husband! Qing'er will definitely teach Master Wang well!"

When Wang Daoling heard this, he almost fainted.

This is obviously killing people without a knife. It's too cruel?!

"My husband, will it be better to leave it to Qing'er..."

Dabai is kind-hearted after all, and knows that if Qing'er takes action, he will be in trouble.

Xu Xian pulled Dabai over and hugged him, and smiled: "You can't become a weapon without jade! Only by suffering more can you understand that it is not easy to get along in the world."

Erqing nodded desperately on the side: "Don't worry, my husband! Qing'er will definitely teach Wang Daoling well!!"

Fahai next to him was coughing like a tuberculosis at this time, and Dabai's face suddenly turned red.

He pulled Erqing and ran back to the backyard. Xu Xian built a large pool for them in the backyard.

That was built according to the swimming pool in later generations. These two snakes like cold and fear heat.

There is a large pool, and they really like to drill inside and can't come out when they are fine.

There were also rockery built by the pool and green plants were planted. The whole thing looked like the garden. Most of the money earned from the shop was spent in the back garden.

Fortunately, Dabai Erqing is now holding the water veins of the West Lake, so the water in this pond has become living water.

Dabai Erqing led the water vein Yongquan here and built another drain to flow out the water.

It even led the spiritual veins into the house, making the once gloomy Qiu Palace now full of greenness and vitality.

"Senior brother, Abbot Lewu said he was going to go to Yunyou to practice hard. He said he would hand over the Jinshan Temple to the young monk to take care of..."

After seeing Dabai and the others left, Fahai smiled bitterly at Xu Xiandao, who looked puzzled.

Xu Xian was really stunned this time: "Uh... Yunyou?! Practice hard?!"

"Yes, Abbot of Empowerment said that it is difficult for him to make progress in vegetarian worship of Buddha. If you want to make progress, you must travel around the world and realize the world of sentient beings."

But he saw Fahai pausing and said, "So he handed over to the little monk in Jinshan Temple, but the little monk... has never taken care of the temple!"

Xu Xian was just a little stunned, but quickly laughed: "This is also a practice."

Fahai was stunned when he heard this, but saw Xu Xian smiling and letting him sit down.

He said: "In life, what can we not practice?! Practical human feelings are articles, and knowledge of the world is knowledge. For practitioners, is human feelings and world affairs not another kind of practice?!"

Fahai suddenly realized something when he heard it, and he saw that Xu Xian was meditating.

I got up and left with a smile, and I still have to say something to Erqing.

Otherwise, that crazy girl would know if she would really kill Wang Daoling. If she really killed her, it would be hard to follow the explanation from Master Mao!

What Xu Xian didn't know was that Shangmao Zhenjun did not actually leave Qiantang.

Or when he was planning to leave Qiantang, he suddenly felt a familiar aura.

Outside Qiantang County, an old man in a shabby Taoist robe sat with a smile at a tea stall drinking tea at the roadside tea stall, listening to guests coming and going about various anecdotes.

Master Shangmao appeared in the tea shed for no reason, but everyone was talking nonsense as if they hadn't seen this old Taoist with fairy spirit.

"What the old Taoist annoyed the most is that you, the old maids who look like you, appear one by one, will destroy the immortal spirit you have. But you still deceive yourself and use your own tricks to block others from seeing it. You are just taking off your pants and farting."

The old Taoist sneered, picked up the rough tea bowl and smashed it and drank the tea.

Lord Shangmao sat down without any joy or anger, and his face was as usual.

Looking at the talkative visitors, he said lightly: "Some old people turned around and left when they were about to fall. What kind of virtue is it to wander around the world when the sky changed?!"

The old Taoist, who was long beard, laughed: "The old Taoist is in accordance with the times. You are still the prefect of the previous dynasty! Even the three brothers are, why don't you guard the previous dynasty?!"

"You are not the supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision of the previous dynasty. I had already resigned from my post and practiced. If I still assumed the position of prefect, I would have the responsibility to defend my territory."

But when he saw Master Shang Mao talking, he paused to look at the old Taoist who was bearded.

He said word by word: "It's you, Yuan Shoucheng! He is so glamorous in the capital, how come he is revealed after his true colors come out?!"

"Hahaha... not many old Taoists can see in the capital, even fewer old Taoists are willing to take care of them."

This old Taoist is Yuan Shoucheng.

But when Yuan Shoucheng said, he slowly put down the tea bowl: "Since you can't stand the old Taoist, you still sit down and say nothing about it."

"I am just curious. It's okay if you are an old dog leaving Beijing. Why did you run to Qiantang?"

Yuan Shoucheng grinned when he said the words of Zhenjun Shangmao.

But he saw his eyes passing by the crowd and looking at Qiantang City in the distance.

"If the old Taoist said that he was here to save the world from the war... Do you believe it or not?!"

Master Shangmao was stunned when he heard this.

Yuan Shoucheng grinned and waved his hand and said, "Forget it! The Tao is different and does not plan for each other. You can go to Zhenjun Mao and go your Qing Dao, and the old Dao will go to his own human path! You don't see each other, and you won't bother each other!"

Shangmao Zhenjun's eyes narrowed slightly and said word by word.
Chapter completed!
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