C8 Downhill

After a night, the village at the foot of Mao Mountain suddenly felt that something was wrong. It was as if their own group of kids were unusually quiet this morning, not a single one of them actually cried about going down to the river to bathe and fish, and not a single one of them cried about going up the mountain to find their boss.

The entire village was immersed in a strange atmosphere. However, after a short moment, countless curses and scoldings could be heard from within the village.

"Little white dragon, you f * cker, why did you kill my family's crowing rooster? If you want to eat, then eat the hen. If you don't kill the rooster, then the hen's eggs can still hatch chickens. If you do this, then what do we do if the hens are hungry!"

"Little white dragon, you got hacked by a thousand blades. If you climb over the wall to watch me bathe, why don't you know to come in and take a look at my body? I don't know when you'll be back. What if he wants you to do that?"

"Boss, go well. We'll be waiting for your return. Let's even go up the mountain to roast chicken!"

Needless to say, these were the three types of people that Lin Bai greeted him when he entered the village. Carrying a small bag on his back, Lin Bai turned around the corner of the mountain path and laughed, "Qingshan will not change, there will always be streams of green water, prepare the chicken wine for me, I, Little White Dragon, will come back!"

Although he boasted, the speed of Lin Bai's feet increased by several points. The person at the foot of the Mao Mountain was no good at anything else, even running away with his feet a little. If he really caught up to them and took revenge on the grudge from yesterday, then Lin Bai would really not be able to eat anymore.

"The little Taoist has gone down the mountain to adventure. The old Taoist has said that the woman down the mountain is a good person. If you meet her, you must bring her back!" After passing through one village after another, the little Daoist thought to himself: "Why isn't this woman, woman, and pretty woman here yet?"

Lin Bai hummed a little tune as he glanced at the tourists coming up the mountain to ask for a signature. Mao Mountain is a famous scenic spot in China. There are many tourists, and there are many beauties among them. It was just that this song was rather unbearable. The moment she said it, she rolled her eyes.

"What a loser. I don't know how to explain myself!"

When Lin Bai's song was released, all the tourists at the foot of the mountain who were influenced by the advanced online culture were shocked by his song.

His clothes had not been washed for a week and had long since hardened into a lump. Not to mention that his long hair, which had a hint of whiteness in it, did not look elegant, even the vicissitudes of life that Lin Bai boasted of did not exist. Coupled with the small blue cloth bag on his back, he looked more like a brick porter who was working his way down the mountain.

How could such a diaosi model move the hearts of these wealthy and handsome women who came to the mountain to ask for a signature when they would meet a true destiny?

"F * ck, you dare underestimate laozi, laozi will trade money for coins and smash you to death." Lin Bai muttered to himself. His hand habitually reached into his pocket, only to find that it was empty. All the pockets on his body were turned upside down, only to find a fifty cent coin.

Lin Bai was stunned. When he went up the mountain, he had some money with him. Although it wasn't that shocking, it was enough for him to prove his identity as a rich and handsome man.

Looking at the coin in his hand, Lin Bai finally understood what was going on. In this world, other than the senior brother who hugged his pants and cried loudly at the station, who else had such a nimble body and luck to take the money away from his own pocket?

"F * ck, I got blinded by an eagle's pecking all day long. Zhang Sanmeng, you f * cker, how did you manage to take away all my money? You could just f * cking leave me a car fare, but you're really just slaughtering a fat sheep!" Although he said this, Lin Bai's face did not show any signs of anger.

Money could be earned, but since Senior Martial Brother was on the mountain, and under the management of the old Daoist Priest Li Tian Yuan for the past few years, there was almost no incense burning in the temple, so it was only right that Senior Martial Brother should have some money to spend his days.

"Empyrean Limitless, who was it that cursed me …" Zhang Sanming, who had moved a chair in the Taoist temple to study, suddenly shivered. However, he soon came to a realization. He lightly patted his stomach and smiled while muttering to himself:

"Junior brother, you go down to the playworld and scram. I, your senior brother, will take some small income from you as well. If you go out and pick up a girl, you'll need some silver coins to find a woman with a big bottom. I presume junior brother won't blame me!"

After thinking over and over again, he found that there was really no better way apart from taking on the street as a fortune-teller or going out and earning money for someone else. This was one of the ways to roam the Jianghu. When Lin Bai had just left the mountain, he had done this many times. It was just that he had not had the chance to use the old way of earning a living for a long time as his business had been expanded in the past few years.

A few days ago, Lin Bai and Zhang Sanming went up the mountain, and they saw a family at the foot of the mountain crying in grief. Today was exactly the seventh day, and it was reasonable to say that they would do some legal acts to surpass the level of the Undead.

In other places, the ways of doing things transcended the realm of the undead. Most monks were invited, but in Maoshan's case, Taoists had always been invited. Maybe some friends don't understand, isn't the work of monks to overstep the boundaries of the dead, why do Daoists also try to blindly join in on the fun? Isn't this just meddling in others' business?

In fact, Daoists did indeed have scriptures that transcended the level of the undead, such as the abbreviation "The Sutra of the Perfection" and the "The Spiritual Treasure Dao Lord never measured the quality of the undead's work". They were all scriptures that transcended the level of the undead and never experienced hardships in their next life, only able to enjoy the blessings of longevity.

Although he hadn't gotten into this line of work in years, he had prepared a set of clothes in Lin Bai's bag. "He had found a stream on the mountain and had washed himself. He wore a white ponytail and was dressed in a blue daoist robe, giving him a somewhat transcendent appearance. Coupled with Lin Bai's outstanding appearance, he had a delicate and pretty air about him.

As the line of business changed, on the way down the mountain, the young wife of a great lady who came to ask for a good marriage looked at Lin Bai with a slightly different expression than before.

"Empyrean Limitless, although a woman is beautiful and has the biggest belly, this humble Taoist should hurry and find that scripture." While Lin Bai was talking about this flower, the speed of the soles of his feet also increased by a bit. However, his eyes did not stop there. The women coming and going were often commented on by him in detail in his stomach.

At the foot of the mountain, the lives of the villagers were relatively miserable, but with a gust of wind, the restrictions on the Immortal Seeking Dao had been lightened. Furthermore, with the beautiful scenery of the mountain, the beauty of the mountains and rivers had attracted many people to come visit.

As the saying goes, once the road opens, money will come rolling in. As the flow of people increased, Mao Mountain Mountain also became bustling with activity. Every day, it would be filled to the brim with people. On the holidays, it was bustling with activity.

At the foot of Mao Mountain, Lin Bai was shocked to discover that he had quite a few companions.

A few fortune-telling stalls were connected together, all of them wrote that they were all honest. Lin Bai's face turned a little green as he watched. Although he was a little white dragon in the sea and was quite famous in the martial arts world, he could not handle too many wolves and too little meat.

He ran to the door of the funeral home. There was a three-storey building in this house, and it was filled with mountain climbing tigers. It looked lush and beautiful in the summer. There were two stone lions crouching by the entrance. It was obvious that their family background was not bad. However, they were clearly the top seven, and their doors were tightly locked. Thus, not a single guest came to offer their condolences.

Just as Lin Bai was about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened and a Daoist Priest wearing a green Daoist robe rolled out. He rolled out like a ball from the room. Lin Bai stared at this Taoist with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. There didn't seem to be such a thing that happened.

"If you don't have the ability, then don't take this diamond. If you delay our grandson's illness, then this daddy will beat you to death with a stick!"

An old man with a head full of white hair came out of the house. Although he was old, he was full of energy and chased out with a stick in his hand, "Damn it, all the Taoists on Mao Mountain died. I found one to drive away evil spirits.

After having been tormented like this, there were quite a few people gathered outside the small building. However, when these people looked at the family within the house, their eyes weren't filled with pity, but more or less contained traces of schadenfreude.

"Dad, why don't we prepare some for Little Shan as well? If we drag this on, we won't be able to find any sick people. It won't be a big deal if we don't prepare by then …" A woman in her thirties walked out of the room, grabbed the old man's arm, rubbed his eyes and said with tears in her eyes.

The old man took a few puffs, then sighed and threw the crutch out of his hand. "Just do as you said, prepare for Little San. The boss is gone, and Little Shan is like this. "Ah, Mao Shan, Mao Shan, how come you can't even find a Taoist who can exorcise evil spirits?"