Xuanmen's mother-in-law was read in her mind, and the whole family got rich by eating melons

This man is afraid of being famous, but he is afraid of being strong. This is indeed a wise saying.

Meng Tan covered her face. She was worried before anything happened.

The hexagram shows that this quiet courtyard will become lively in the day after tomorrow at the latest.

She also saw an acquaintance in the hexagram.

But obviously, Meng Tan underestimated these people.

Only one day passed, and everyone in the Chen family returned to their original positions and began to get busy. Meng Tancai got acquainted with Sun Baniang who came to repair the door. He was carrying a bamboo chair and preparing to eat this Widow's Lane... No, where are the melons in the apricot blossoms? Surrounded.

When Meng Tan opened the door, he almost thought that he had stepped into an unknown large-scale medical practice site. In the small alley, one side of the door was so bare that a human figure could be seen.

The leader is an old monk with a big belly and a white beard who smiles so hard that his teeth can’t be seen. He has the demeanor of Maitreya Buddha.

On one side is a head with a small stick stuck in the head. No matter how big or small, everyone has a whisk in their hand, which looks like a big sect.

The leader is Xuan Qing Lao Dao, a thin old man with a pine and cypress figure.

At this time, the old men on both sides were greeting each other.

Old Taoist Xuanqing flicked his fly whisk and sneered: "Master Tongji is not going to marry someone today? Isn't he busy giving birth to his son? Why do he have time to waste time in this alley?"

Abbot Tongji recited the Buddha's name, "Marriage and the gift of a child happen every day, but it is not easy to become an immortal. As a monk, I heard that the goddess descended to earth, so naturally I wanted to come and admire her to show my sincerity."

A familiar feeling came, and Xuan Qing's brain tightened and he felt a crisis.

"Don't be pretentious here and recite some Buddha's name. I just heard that the immortal was healed and could go to the ground, so you came here in a hurry. A few days ago, you just sent the little novice monk to guard the door of Shen's house. You are not happy. Sincerity."

Abbot Tongji's mouth twitched, and when he saw Meng Tan, he smiled more like a Buddha, "Fellow Taoist Xuanqing, don't be upset, I just came to greet the Immortal. You look vulgar, and the Immortal may not look down on you." ."

"Vulgar? Old Taoist, I am already vulgar today. Hum, old bald donkey, you are too late. The Immortal is a cultivator, not a member of your Buddhist family. It is useless for you to invite him. The Immortal has already been here Promise me that you will go to Zhenyuan Temple to sit and observe!"

The more he spoke, the more confident Old Taoist Xuanqing became. He shook his beard, took two steps towards Meng Tan, and proudly raised his head towards Abbot Tongji, "Yesterday, the Immortal gave Old Taoist 800 taels, and I want to give it to the audience." The Patriarch here has a gold-encrusted body, which you don’t have in the Awakening Temple.”

Abbot Tongji narrowed his eyes, "That's because the Immortal is compassionate and has the common people in his heart. But you, my old friend, talk about money with open mouth and shut up. I'm afraid it's vulgar and has also caused the Immortal to damage your cultivation."

"Yes, tacky!"

After Abbot Tongji finished speaking, a group of young monks with bare heads behind him said this in unison.

Another young monk with delicate features ran to Meng Tan and said, "Shangxian, Jiaowu Temple is a famous temple in Changhe Town and even in Jixian County. It is so famous because of our abbot. If the Shangxian enters our temple, I will never disgrace the reputation of the Immortal."

Seeing this, Master Xuanqing's eyes widened. Before he could say anything, his young disciple jumped out and pushed the young monk away with a poke of the whisk in his hand.

"Who are you calling tacky? You are the only ones who realize that the people in the Wu Temple are arrogant. Why, your temple doesn't charge money for sesame oil? Are you living in the northwest wind?"

The little apprentice hummed a few words, and poked the little monk's bulging belly with the tip of his whisk, "Since we are in the mortal world, we are still mortals. We are not as hypocritical as you. Look at your belly. We will catch up with you soon." The little piglets were born in April and May. Could it be that they were eaten by eating the wind and drinking dew?!"

"Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!"

The Taoist priests, big and small, also shouted.

"Bah, you don't know how to cultivate, how can you enter the eyes of an immortal!"

"Fuck you! Who doesn't know how many shameful things you guys have done behind the scenes?" "You fart!"

"You're the one farting!"

"Ow!"

I don’t know who made the first move, but they started fighting, and the small alley was like a pack of mad dogs biting each other.

Meng Tan clicked her tongue twice and touched the two turtle shells with her hands.

She could tell that there had been a lot of excitement in the past two days, but she didn't expect it to be so lively.

It's not fun when old ladies and old ladies pull out their hair, but it's fun when they pull their scalps.

The couple twisted at her feet looked like old man Xuanqing and the old monk's beloved disciples. The young disciple of old man Xuanqing had his eyes rolling. After receiving a punch in the eye socket, his hands were like sharp claws. , and slapped a claw on the little monk's head.

After the other person held his head and cried for father and mother, a tiger pounced on him, grabbed his head and punched him in the belly.

Not only that, but people also have time to curse, "Who doesn't know that you monks in Wushu Temple talk about Amitabha and drink meat and wine? If you have time to imitate dog barking here, why not recite the Pure Heart Sutra more often? I think you Buddhas are quick to give up." You are so angry!”

"You! You! You talk nonsense, you don't respect gods and Buddhas, you will go to hell!"

Snapped!

The little monk bared his teeth and shouted such a sentence, and received a slap on his face. Something flew in front of Meng Tan's eyes and nailed the door that Meng Tan had just repaired with a 'squeak' sound.

Meng Tan looked over and saw Sun Baniang flexibly dodging with her hands. Her burly body was extremely nimble.

If you look closely at the thing on the door, you will see that it is a small pointed tiger tooth...

"Oh my god...that little Taoist priest looks so thin, but he is really strong."

Sun Baniang hurried to Meng Tan's side, her eyes so busy that she didn't know where to look at the excitement.

She had seen it today. It wasn't just women fighting with women to pull their hair out, but also men fighting with young men to have their hair pulled out, and even their nostrils were pierced!

Look, the two at the far end of the alley are touching each other's nostrils, as if they are competing to see who is bigger.

"Oh, big sister, you have a good reputation. This monk and Taoist priest are fighting for your face. Why are you talking about it... Hey, I'm really embarrassed to say it. Old lady, I'm so embarrassed. I’ve seen it.”

The battle between the young monk and his apprentice was so fierce that they twisted together, and their movements were really...

Sun Baniang couldn't hold back the raised corners of her mouth, and the gleaming light in her big eyes made Meng Tan feel like she had found someone of the same kind.

They are both melon eaters.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, you are just talking! Why are you still marking me? This is so vulgar and rude. The Immortal is still here. Tell them to stop...ah!"

Abbot Tongji seemed to have just come to his senses. He looked at Meng Tan with a look that expressed concern and compassion. But before Meng Tan could react, Master Xuanqing clenched his fist and punched him.

"I've wanted to hit you for a long time, bah! Look at you like this, I'm telling you, the Immortal has a pair of wise eyes and won't fall for your tricks!"

"You're such a wise old man!"

Abbot Tongji may not look like he is older than Master Xuanqing, but in a real fight, Master Xuanqing does not take any advantage.

Meng Tan could really see that the hand of the old man Tongji was directed towards the fleshy part of the waist of the old man Xuanqing, but he was howling miserably.