MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 3 sunrise

The town is not too big, more than 600 households, the portal of the poor people in the town, Chen Pinghai mostly recognizes that as for the rich family at home, the threshold is high, the mud legs can not cross, and some large households are spacious. Lanes, Chen Pingan did not even step on the streets, the streets there, mostly covered with large blocks of bluestone, rainy days, will never step on the mud. Those bluestone slabs with excellent texture have been smoothed and mirrored after thousands of years of smashing and rolling.

The four surnames of Lu, Li, Zhao and Song are the big surnames in the town. The nostalgia is the money from these families. Most of them have two or three Dalong kiln outside the city. The bureaucrats who served as the supervisors of the kiln were in a street with these families.

Unfortunately, Chen Ping’s ten letters to be sent today are almost all the well-known towns of the town. This is also very reasonable. Longsheng, dragon and phoenix, the mouse is a hole in the ground, and can send a letter to the distant traveler. The family is certainly not bad, otherwise it will not go out. Among them, nine letters, Chen Pingan actually went to two places, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. When he first stepped on the bluestone board as big as a bed, the teenager was a little embarrassed, slowing down his steps, and even some self-defeating I can't help but feel that my sandals are dirty.

The first letter sent by Chen Ping was the Lu family who had received an emperor’s royal gift, and when the young man stood at the door, he became more and more uneasy.

The wealthy people are paying more attention. The Lu family’s house is not big, and there are two stone lions at the door, waiting for people to be tall and powerful. Song salary said that this thing can avoid the evil spirits, Chen Pingan does not know what is evil, but it is very curious to wait for the high lion's mouth, it seems to contain a round stone ball, how is this carved out? of? Chen Pingqiang resisted the urge to touch the stone ball, stepped onto the steps, and buckled the bronze lion's head. Soon a young man opened the door and walked out. When he heard that it was a letter, the person was expressionless, with double Pointing at the corner of the envelope, after picking up the book, he turned and walked into the house, closing the door with the painted gods.

After the juvenile's delivery process, it was also so plain. The people in the corner of Taoye Lane had a reputation for not showing the family. The door was opened by a small old man with a good eyebrow. After receiving the letter, he smiled and said: "Young man, hard work. Would you like to come in for a break and drink hot water?"

The teenager smiled and shook his head and ran away.

The old man gently put the book into the sleeves, did not hurry back to the house, looked up into the distance, the line of sight was muddy.

The last line of sight, from high to low, from far and near, gazing at the peach trees on both sides of the street, looks like an old man who is faint and faint, and this is a smile.

The old man turned and left.

Not long after, a cute little yellow bird was stopped at the head of the peach tree, and it was still tender and squeaked.

The last letter left, Chen Pingan needs to be sent to the teacher of the homesickness to teach, during which he passed a fortune teller, a young Taoist wearing an old robe. After sitting on the table, he wears a head. The top crown is like a blooming lotus.

After seeing the teenager who ran fast, the young Taoist quickly greeted him: "Young people, don't miss passing by, take a sign, and the poor road will help you to predict the good fortune."

Chen Ping did not stop, but turned his head and waved his hand.

The Taoist people are still not dying, leaning forward and raising their voices. "Young people, the poor roads of the past are to be settled for people. You have to collect ten yuan. Today, you will break the case and only accept you three pennies! Of course, if you take out a On the sign, you may wish to add another article to the money. If the fortune is the first sign, it is on the sign, then the poor road will only accept you five pennies, how?"

In the distance, Chen’s footsteps stopped obviously. The young Taoist had already gotten up quickly and hit the iron hot. He said: “In the morning, young people are the first guests, and the poor roads are just good people, as long as you sit down and draw lots. It doesn't matter, the poor road will write some yellow paper runes, which can help you pray for the ancestors, accumulate yin and morality, and be able to make a good and good fortune, but you can say If you have one or two more blessings, you will try it out."

Chen Pingan stunned, and turned his letter back to the suspect, sitting on the bench in front of the stall.

A plain priest, a shabby boy, two small and poor, sitting opposite.

The Taoist smiled and reached out and gestured to the teenager to pick up the signature.

Chen Pingan hesitated and suddenly said: "I don't draw lots, you only write a yellow paper rune for me, can't you?"

In Chen Ping’s memory, it seems that the young Taoist who has traveled to this place has been in the town for at least five or six years. It looks like nothing changes. For everyone who is also amiable, it is usually to help people understand. It’s a lottery to draw a book, and occasionally it’s a book to write a book. What’s interesting is that there’s a lottery with a lot of bamboo sticks on the table. Over the years, the town’s men and women have been drawn, and no one has ever drawn it. No one has shaken a sign from the signing, as if it were a complete one hundred and eight, and there is no bad sign in the sign.

Therefore, if it is a holiday season, purely to discuss a good color, the town people spend ten money, can accept, but really encounter troubles, certainly no one willing to come here as a big head. If the Taoist priest is a complete swindler, it will also smash the people. The town is so big. If it is really only a ghost, a swindler, it will have been thrown out. Therefore, the skill of this young Taoist is certainly not on the two things of the art and the signing. However, there are some minor illnesses and catastrophes. Many people drink a bowl of water from the Taoist people and will soon be cured. It is quite effective.

The young Taoist shook his head: "The poor roads act, the virginity is not deceived, and it is good to know the signing and writing together, and receive you five pennies."

Chen Pingan whispered retorted: "It is three money."

The Taoist laughed and said: "If you take out the sign, it is not a penny."

Chen Pingan made up his mind and reached for the signing. He suddenly looked up and asked: "How does the Taoist know that there is exactly five pennies on me?"

The Taoist people are sitting in danger. "The poor roads are rich and blessed, and the wealth is always very accurate."

Chen Ping thought for a moment and picked up the sign.

The Taoist smiled and said: "Young people, don't be nervous, sometimes you have to have a life, and you can't wait for your life. It's the first law to look at impermanence in a normal way."

Chen Pingan put the sign back on the table and looked solemn. He asked: "Dao Chang, I will give you five pennies, and I will not draw it. I only ask the president to write the yellow paper rune. Better, can't you?"

The Taoist smiled as usual, thinking a little, nodded and said: "Yes."

On the table, the pen and ink papers were prepared, and the Taoist carefully asked Chen Ping's mother's name to be born, and took out a yellow letter paper, which was quickly finished and was completed in one go.

As for what was written, Chen Pingan did not know.

Putting down the pen and lifting the piece of paper, the young Taoist blew ink. "After taking it home, people stand in the threshold and burn the yellow paper outside the threshold. It will do."

The young man took the piece of paper with solemnity and carefully collected it. He did not forget to put five pieces of copper coins on the table. Thank you.

The young Taoist waved his hand and signaled that the teenager was busy with his own business.

Chen Pingan ran away to send the last letter.

The Taoist lazily leaned back in the chair, squinted at the copper coins, bent over and reached for them.

At this time, a small and delicate oriole flew from the sky to the table, sneaked a certain copper coin, and soon lost interest and fluttered away.

“The yellow-headed bird wants to take the flower, and the family’s peach blossoms are not open.”

After the Taoist man finished the poem, he gently swayed his sleeves and sighed: "The life is eight feet, and you can’t ask for it."

In this swinging sleeve, two bamboo sticks slipped from the sleeves and fell to the ground. The Taoist snorted and quickly picked it up. Then the ghosts looked around and found that no one was paying attention to this side. This was relieved and re-emerged. The two bamboo sticks were hidden in loose cuffs.

The young Taoist coughed and slammed his face and continued to wait for the next guest.

He has some emotions, and it is still easier to make money for women.

In fact, two young bamboo sticks are hidden in the sleeves of the young Taoist people. One is the most signed one and the other is the lowest one, which is used to make big money.

Not enough for outsiders.

The teenager is naturally unclear about these mysterious mysteries, and all the way to the light, came to the hometown outside the courtyard, the nearby bamboo forest is depressed, green and want to drop.

Chen Pingan slowed down and the middle-aged voice of the middle-aged man was heard in the house. "There is a sunrise, and the lamb is like a donkey."

Then there was a burst of tender and tender voices. "There is a sunrise, and the lambs are like a donkey."

Chen Ping looked up and saw the rising sun and the glory of Huang.

The young man is stunned.

When he returned to God, Meng Xue children were shaking their heads and shaking their minds. According to the requirements of the gentleman, he recited an article: "Amazing time, the world is born, everything is glory. The night is early, the step is in the court, the gentleman is slow, so that the ambition... ”

Chen Pingan stood at the door of the school, and he stopped talking.

Two middle-aged Confucian gentlemen turned their heads and looked out and gently walked out of the house.

Chen Pingan handed out the letters and respectfully said: "This is Mr.'s letter."

After the tall man in the green shirt took the envelope, Wen Sheng said: "When there is nothing to do, you can come here to listen."

Chen Ping’an is somewhat embarrassed. After all, he may not have time to come here to listen to this gentleman’s teaching. The teenager does not want to deceive him.

The man smiled and understood: "No matter, the reason is all in the book, but the person is outside the book. Go to work."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief and left.

After the boy ran out far, the ghost turned his head and looked back.

I saw that the gentleman was always standing at the door, and the figure was bathed in the sun, and he looked at him from afar.