Chapter 252 Daoist Is a Genius

The so-called useless is a scholar. The status of a scholar in this era is very exceptional. In ancient times, people were precocious, married and had children at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and they became independent early. It is not uncommon to stay at home and unemployed at the age of 20 or 30. If you have a little spare time, you can earn food and eat, and if you don't, you can eat your parents.

Anyang in the old man's memory is like this, but since a few days ago, the adopted son in his memory has changed, not only his temperament, knowledge and conversation, but also his attitude towards him and his whole person have changed, just like what he has now. The silver ingot he was holding, except when he was a young man, he had not seen so much money in many years.

Not to mention the silver, it was the roast chicken last night that I only bought it once when "his adopted son" passed the government exam.

"Ugh……"

The old man let out a long sigh, not knowing whether it was gratification or loneliness.

When he walked to the messy kitchen room, he saw a piece of yellow and orange on the small table next to the stove, about the size of five taels of silver, on the small table for eating. Look, the cloudy eyes suddenly widened, the heavy hand told him that there was nothing wrong, and then he took another bite just to be on the safe side. The row of bright teeth marks on it were so conspicuous.

The old man suddenly changed color!

After a while, Anyang stood at the table with him and picked up the gold ingot. It was already confirmed that it was gold, but the question was, where did it come from? He only gave the old man a silver coin this morning, and made up a lot of excuses for the old man to stop opening a tea shop in the future. At the same time, he should buy clothes for clothes and meat for those who should eat meat. Don't be so bitter, but he definitely did not give gold.

"Could it be that it fell from the sky?"

Anyang looked up at the tiled roof and shook his head. This idea was so whimsical that he was insulting his own IQ.

After discussing for a long time, the old man naturally blamed it on the appearance of gods, and saw the blessings given by his kindheartedness. The weight of this ingot of gold is about ten taels, which is roughly equivalent to six to eighty taels of silver, but it must be exchanged at a bank. It is impossible to directly use it to buy things. On the one hand, no one can find it. Gold is also not accepted for this transaction.

Six to eighty taels of silver is a huge sum of money, especially for the elderly.

There were a few meat buns for the first time in the morning, and then it was porridge and pickles. Xiaochan was still cautious. After eating one bun, she didn't dare to eat it again. Maybe she was embarrassed, but Anyang could feel her looking at her. His eyes became even more frightened, and he almost didn't dare to look at him, so he couldn't help but wonder if she was discovered by her when she went out last night.

Looking at the old man's appearance, he has already made up his mind to adopt her.

It has been said that people in this era are basically precocious, especially poor families. There are many children who help with the work they can at the age of six or seven, but it is a bit strange for Xiaochan to do these things. Her face and brightly colored clothes didn't look like a child from an ordinary family, but the fact was that she went to wash the dishes quietly after eating, and she washed them very cleanly, probably because she was afraid that the old man would drive her out.

It smells like working for containment.

Looking at her busy little figure stepping on the bench, Anyang couldn't help frowning, thinking of the precious gold ingot.

Even if he has determined that this world is unusual, he still never believes that there are gods and spirits that throw money to mortals. It is impossible for gods to exist. The origin of gold is very strange. At present, this is the only source that interferes in his life with the old man. The unknown little girl, and asked her about her life experience, she never said, the only thing she said was the calm "It's all dead".

Anyang twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly thought of the plot of some domestic costume dramas, which seemed to fit.

Probably some martial arts family or famous family encountered a change, abandoned them in order to protect their young children, but secretly sent someone to protect them, fearing that their children would suffer, so they secretly left money... This kind of story seems to have poisoned him when he was a child. Shallow, but when I was young, I didn't feel brain-dead at all.

Shaking his head, after all, the natural world is different from the source world. If someone really spied on them, he would have discovered it long ago.

What is the reason for that?

Could it be that the gold that the little girl was carrying was quietly placed on the table last night?

As for why she did this, Anyang remembered how she looked when she ate last night, probably... Did she not want to eat green vegetables anymore?

Shaking his head again to dispel all unrealistic thoughts, Anyang put on the most decent scholar's robe, the only one that was not patched, and walked west of the city, out of the city gate, his pace began to speed up significantly, His body gradually became like the wind, and he walked to the foot of a hill ten miles west of the city. Walking up the stairs, he saw a dilapidated and abandoned Taoist temple.

Li Changsheng sat upright in the main hall, his Taoist robe was still torn and tattered, but it fit perfectly with this old Taoist temple. He didn't see the strange little Taoist priest beside him, only the old box, and behind him was an unnamed one. The gods, seeming to sense his arrival, opened their eyes suddenly.

"It turned out to be fellow Daoist Anyang. There is not even a cup of tea here. Please forgive me for the poor reception."

"Li Daochang's words are wrong. When you meet, you have a predestined relationship. Tea is a thing to help the fun. As long as the mood is there, what is the use of the tea?" "Master Li, where is your disciple?"

Li Changsheng smiled and stood up: "In this box, fellow Daoists have never been exposed to Dao Fa, so it's not surprising that they don't know about it. If you have a chance to come into contact with Dao Fa in the future, you will naturally understand all kinds of mysteries."

Anyang was stunned for a moment, glanced at the box, and then cupped his hands and said, "Don't lie to the Taoist priest, I'm here for this very reason."

Li Changsheng said in surprise: "Oh? Fellow Daoist, please speak clearly."

Anyang organized the language, cupped his hands and said, "I am very longing for Taoism and Taoism. Now I have Taoism, but it lacks Taoism. I am really sorry. , I came here to ask for advice, and I hope the Taoist priest can give me some advice.”

Li Changsheng was immediately embarrassed and said, "Originally, this Dao technique cannot be passed on lightly, but since fellow Daoists are also cultivators, it is also appropriate to communicate with each other. Although the poor Daoist is not a decent disciple of a famous school, he is also taught by the poor Daoist master with all his strength. , it's not good to let his old man's efforts flow out casually."

When Anyang heard the drama, he immediately said: "I heard yesterday that the Taoist priest wants to take root here, it must be to light the incense and pass on the Taoist tradition of respecting the master. If Taoist Li is willing to teach me, I would like to invest in this Taoist temple. Fan, so that the Taoist priest can better carry forward the Taoist technique of respecting the teacher."

Li Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then readily agreed: "Well, since fellow Daoist is so eager for Taoism, then the poor Daoist will pass on you a few small spells that are not in the mainstream. I think you have never been exposed to magic before, so let's start with the basics. Let’s start with the outline of the spell, first know how the spell is produced.”

So a Taoist dressed in shabby clothes and a young scholar surrounded an old box in the main hall of the abandoned Taoist temple, and began to explain the mysterious magic principle.

In this lecture, from early morning to noon, Anyang barely understands a little bit, but he only understands how magic is generated. The method can also be explained by the energy structure, but the fingerprints and incantations equipped with some spells are incomprehensible even with his current knowledge level and thinking ability.

After a long time, Li Changsheng said again, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just remember it. I don't know what kind of magic you want to learn?"

Anyang hesitated for a moment, thinking that this person's temper is also quite straightforward, so he stopped beating around the bush and asked tentatively, "Does Master Li have offensive spells?"

Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at him carefully, and said, "When I first saw Daoist friend, I felt that Daoist friend had a sullen spirit, but at the time I thought it was wrong, but now it seems that Daoist friend is really not. A scholar is so simple, but it doesn't matter, people who cultivate the Tao have their own pursuits, and it is not good for the poor to ask too much."

Before waiting for Anyang to speak, he added: "But this method is natural, there are quite a few people who exorcise evil spirits, invite gods, slay demons and eliminate demons, but there are not many people who are purely aggressive, and most of them are in the hands of well-known sects, not poor people. I don’t teach it to fellow Taoists, and it’s true that there are not many spells in the Pindao Society, so there is a way to set fire for the time being, what do you think, fellow Taoists?”

Anyang naturally agreed.

"Pin Dao is not a well-known sect, only a few small spells to exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil. This method of starting fire is also simple, and I don't know if it can meet the requirements of Daoists for the word lethality, but other than that, Pin Dao only I really don’t know how to kill spells, and most of the other Taoist arts are not in the mainstream, the only thing that can stand on the stage is the Qinghong that fellow Daoists saw that day, but this is the secret of the master, and I won’t spread it.”

Anyang nodded, he was not interested in that puppet-like spell either.

Li Changsheng began to explain: "This method of starting fire is also simple, and it doesn't even require spells. Fellow Daoists have a strong foundation of mana, so I think it should be easy to learn, as long as it is combined with the method of mana guidance and a fingerprint, it can be cast. …”

After talking for a long time, Anyang listened quietly, and at the same time, his brain told the operation, and cooperated with Seventeen to analyze it. In this way, the speed of learning was extremely amazing.

Li Changsheng patted and said, "You don't have to be in a hurry. Usually, beginners can only light a little spark. After three days, you can see the fire, and you can get acquainted with them after a month. Light up the wax, and you can start a fire out of thin air in less than a month..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of Peng, and the wooden blocks stacked beside the main hall suddenly ignited.

The flames were crackling, and the scalding temperature was so real that it made his old face flush, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"This... fellow Daoist, and... he's really a genius!"

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