Seven Stars Temple, Partial Courtyard

"Master Dao, please recommend the Fairy Demiao to me. o My master is really not an ordinary person. He is the censor and the imperial court. As long as the Fairy Demiao helps my master perform rituals, when my eldest lady arrives in Tai'an, she will definitely give her a thank-you gift."

A servant with a few patches on his clothes was kneeling in front of a Taoist priest, begging him

The Taoist priest is not old and looks only in his twenties. Although he is handsome, he has a arrogant look. Not only does he not look like a monk, but he is more similar to those rich and unkind young men.

After hearing the servant's words, the Taoist priest looked disdainful: "Bah, a poor man who can't afford to pay even ten taels of silver dares to say such big talk. I'm not afraid of being flashed by the wind."

After saying that, the Taoist priest waved his sleeves and was about to leave

The servant rushed up and hugged the Taoist priest's legs, begging with tears in his eyes, "Master, please, you can do it, okay, I will not give you money. Even if my eldest lady didn't come, I will give the fairy a thank-you gift when the court's pension arrives. My master will be over seven tonight, and I can't wait!"

The servant said sincerely, but the Taoist priest was heartless, impatiently lifting his legs and kicking the servant, trying to break free from the other party's entanglement o

But the servant seemed to have hugged the last hope, and only held the other person's thigh tightly, ignored the kick that fell on his body, and kept begging: "Master, Taoist Master, please, please show your compassion o"

The Taoist priest took a deep breath, looked down at the servant, and said evilly: "Your name is Mo Yan, right? You have heard it clearly. Master Dao, I will say it for the last time. If you don't have money, don't learn any rituals. This one will owe money, and that one will also have to pay on credit. What do you want us to eat and drink? What do the fairy eat and drink?"

The servant Mo Yan begged unwillingly: "It's not that we don't give money, it's just."

"Don't just do it, roll, roll, get out of here quickly." The Taoist priest's face was full of disgust. While raising his legs hard to get rid of the other party's entanglement, he shouted loudly: "Come on, drive this poor man out for me, so as not to cause our view to be infected with his poor anger!"

When he shouted, several young Taoist boys immediately rushed out of the house. They rushed up and opened Mo Yan's hand. Without waiting for him to stand up, they dragged him to the outside of the gate of the Seven Star Temple before throwing it out with force.

"Get out quickly, what kind of rituals are poor people doing? Just find trouble for us." After throwing the people, the Taoist boys clapped their hands and turned around with bad luck. Only a Taoist boy with sharp ears and monkey cheeks and bumps on his face was left with a mean sarcastic sarcasm, turned around and closed the yard door with a slammed sarcasm.

When someone threw it out, Mo Yan fell to the ground hard, but he didn't care about the pain in his body. He just sat on the cold ground in despair, looking at the closed door, crying in silence

The pedestrians around came and left, but no one paid attention to him and only pointed at him from afar

Mo Yan felt so sad that he was so sad that the more he cried, he felt aggrieved. He sighed in his heart: Master! You are honest and have a lifetime of shame. It is not an exaggeration to say that you have worked hard. Even your wife suffered with you. But what is the result? Master, if you have a spirit, open your eyes and take a look. It’s not that we don’t do our best to do our best to do your funeral. It’s really the world, and you can’t do without money!

Mo Yan cried for a while, and the tears gradually dried up. Then he rubbed his eyes and was about to get up.

At this moment, a pair of feet wearing cloth shoes appeared in front of him. He raised his head and saw a young Taoist priest in a shabby Taoist robe standing in front of him, smiling at him.

Mo Yan was stunned, speechless for a moment

If Liu Suifeng or Yaoguang were standing here, I would probably recognize at a glance that this young Taoist priest is no one else, but the young man who played with them before.

Tai Sui looked at Mo Yan with a smile, bent down and gently pulled the other person up, and asked in a gentle tone: "Are you going to hire someone to do a ritual?"

When Mo Yan heard this, tears that had just stopped came down again: "Well, my master is about tonight and I want to ask someone to do a ritual for him so that he can go on the road with peace of mind."

I had been joking and bowing in the Seven Star Temple for so long before, and then I was thrown on the ground by several Taoist boys and rolling. Mo Yan's face was already covered with dust and his clothes were fine, but after several baptisms of tears, his originally pretty little face had already turned into a big flowery face.

"Is your master Zheng Jingshi?" Tai Sui nodded, unable to see it anymore. He touched it from his sleeve and threw out a handkerchief, pointed to Mo Yan's face and said, "Wipe first and then talk o"

Mo Yan took the handkerchief and cried while wiping his face. He nodded and suddenly reacted, looked up at Tai Sui and asked blankly, "How do you know?"

Tai Sui's face showed a hint of color, but it quickly tightened again, and she looked arrogant and arrogant: "Don't bother me, I'll do this, I'll take your work!"

Mo Yan was stunned and then was overjoyed. But perhaps because he thought of his previous experience, he nervously grabbed his wallet on his waist and said stumblingly: "But, but I don't have money o"

"No money?" After cleaning his ears, Tai Sui's face showed a disapproving look. He wanted to say that it was okay to have no money, but he stopped talking to his mouth. Although it is rare to have pies in the sky, if you are lucky, you may encounter them. But if you lose it, it would be too fake. No one would believe it!

The thought flashed through his mind, and Tai Sui coughed lightly and asked, "How many do you have?"

Mo Yan touched the purse, gritted his teeth, poured it all out and counted it in his hand, looking at Tai Sui pitifully: "There are ten copper plates in total"

Tai Sui stretched out her hand: "It's done, these are enough o"

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and quickly pushed the copper plate in his hand happily on Tai Sui's hand.

Tai Sui didn't count, so he put it in his arms, pulled the inkstone and left: "Okay, if you collect the money, you have to work. Let's go."
Chapter completed!