I came to the world of the heavens

The old Qimen who was defeated by Chen Shishi was extremely excited, which made Chen Shishi feel goosebumps, but he also wanted to get to know Qimen Dunjia brothers and sisters, so he let him take him away.

In the relatively remote northeast of Bei'an County, there is a large courtyard.

It's just that the huge courtyard is divided into left and right sides by a row of red stones vertically on the ground, and there are even two yellow signs standing on it, with the words "red stones as the boundary, no crossing the line" written in red letters on it.

At the end of the red stone is an incense altar, behind which there is an incense table with offerings against the wall, and there are three paintings on the wall, with two young Taoist priests on the left and right, and an old man with disheveled hair like a beggar in the middle, holding a magic weapon, lifelike.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Lao Qimen walked in with Chen Shishi, and when he saw the red stone that Chen Shishi was about to step on, he quickly stretched out his hand to pull it back, and said in a low voice, "Hey, fellow Daoist Chen, please don't cross the boundary of the red stone! The opposite room There lives an eccentric old hag who may chop your leg off with an ax if you cross the line..."

Haha.

Qimen's words are too bad.

Chen Chushi naturally knew that their senior brothers and sisters were enemies, so he simply played tricks and teased Lao Qimen.

Crackling, red arcs danced at the fingertips, Chen Shishi's expression became serious: "What! There are such vicious people in this world, fellow Taoist, you must have your own reasons for living here! Although we met by chance, the road is uneven, It's okay to draw your sword to help..."

He raised his right hand high, and the frequency of the arc flickering accelerated: "Let me use my Heart Palace Fire Thunder... No, the sky thunder will smash the courtyard opposite to ashes together with that old witch! From now on, fellow Daoist Qimen, you You can rest easy..."

what are you talking about!

Lao Qimen didn't expect that Chen Chu could let go of a few loaches, and now he opened his mouth to smash people into pieces. You are more interested in killing people, aren't you?

He hurriedly grabbed Chen Shichu's arm: "Misunderstanding, the opposite is my junior sister Dunjia, who is usually stubborn and often gets angry so that I ascend to heaven and go out of my body. The old witch is just a nickname! Hey, fellow Daoist Chen, you bloody Is the sex a little bit too big, people who are as irritable as my master are not like this."

"Master?"

"Yes, my master, right there."

Old Qimen pointed to the portrait on the back of the incense table under the eaves: "That is the master of me and my junior sister, known as the Immortal Beggar, he is good at the skill of evading armor, traveling all over the world, traveling all over the north and south, punishing evil and promoting good, I don't know how many things he has done. Good thing!
When my junior sister and I were young children, we were picked up and brought up by his elders. Because we want to inherit the Qimen Dunjia technique, we simply named me Qimen and our junior sister Dunjia, so that we should remember to carry forward Qimen Dunjia ..."

There is very little information about Master Qimen Dunjia in this play, it can be said that there is only one painting here.

Old Qimen stretched out his hand and took out an overflowing wine glass from his sleeve, and put it on the incense table with a smile: "Master, you don't mind if I bring a fellow Taoist to our courtyard to rest for a few days. Come on." Come on, Tuer has brought you a specially brewed wine, which is very exciting, come and try it?"

It is clearly a portrait, but the wine glass can be inserted into the mouth of half of the portrait, and the wine is poured into it.

The portrait's cheeks were slightly red and he let out a gratified smile.

Chen Shishi sees clearly, his eyes gather fire and fire, and this eye can break through falsehood.

The old beggar in the portrait stretched his muscles and bones a few times as if he had come to life, and his eyes fell on Chen Shishi: "What are you looking at, young man..."

There was actually a trace of spiritual light attached to the portrait. Although he knew that the main body of the spiritual light was not here, Chen Shishi immediately put away his hot eyes and apologized: "Senior's realm is profound and unpredictable, and this junior can't hold back his curiosity. Please forgive me for trying to see what happened.”

He took out a small white ceramic cup from his pocket, and then took out a more delicate white wine bottle, which contained a liquid with a charming wine aroma...

The pocket is connected to the ashstone space, and besides commonly used props, there are also many other things, which of course have been processed in advance.

Just like this Moutai that has been cleaned up.

As soon as the wine was taken out, Lao Qimen who was standing beside him was shocked and stared at the wine bottle with wide eyes: "This... such a delicate bottle, what kind of wine is in it, it seems to be very good!" He doesn't like it like Master Drinking, drink more tea on weekdays, even if you don’t drink, you can tell it’s good wine by the smell!

The old beggar on the portrait can clearly see his movements without being too hot-eyed.

He sucked his nose hard, with a smile on his face: "You baby... I'm sorry for what you say, I never knew what etiquette is when I was your age! How could I blame you, hurry up Hurry up, take your wine... let me taste it for a while, come on..."

Lao Qimen was so ashamed that he covered his face with his sleeve, Master is good at everything, except very good wine.

When the master was still alive, every time he made a mistake, he could always get a few taels of good wine to fool him. Now that he has passed away for so many years, his personality has not changed...

Chen Shishi imitated the old Qimen and gave the old beggar in the painting a drink.

The old beggar hummed twice, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spread like chrysanthemums: "Wine...it's very unique, I like it very much, baby... hiccup, you can live in this courtyard...it's just a room, it's nothing. I am very happy to taste your good wine, do you still have... some more, I won't ask for it for nothing."

Chen Shishi's eyes lit up, wouldn't he want it for nothing?
Sure enough, walking in the rivers and lakes depends on human relationships.

He put the whole bottle of Moutai on the incense table and said: "Although this wine is rare, since the seniors like it... the juniors can't be stingy, you can take it all... What is the reward but not the rewards, the juniors are not the kind of people who are greedy for cheap ?” After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the Moutai bottle and he reluctantly retracted it, as if he was saying goodbye to his lover who had been in love for many years...

The old beggar's eyes were blurred, and his cheeks were even redder.

It's only two glasses of wine and it's about to break.

He hiccupped and said, "I have to find something that suits you... I have to search, the wine won't be in vain, just wait for me for a few days..."

The Moutai wine on the incense table dangled and flew up into the hands of the portrait, and disappeared after a while, and the voice of the old beggar became a little illusory and farther away: "Good wine needs to be tasted slowly, and the judge is also good wine. Ask him to get some appetizers...how can good wine...how can there be no appetizers?"

Lao Qimen put down his sleeves, he felt that his face was lost by the master...

He was about to pull Chen Shishi to choose a wing room, but unexpectedly, the door of the opposite house creaked, and a wrinkled old woman with gray hair and bound feet walked out. When she saw Lao Qimen's first sentence: "Damn old ghost, What's the noise, I was woken up by you after I had a good sleep...you... hey, who is this?"

Suddenly seeing a stranger standing next to Qimen, the old woman's voice suddenly quieted down, she still wanted face.