The businesswoman flirting with her husband: Prince Tsundere, don't get angry!

Chapter 211 Little girl with clumsy eyes

The old Taoist thought he was very temperamental, he tossed his hair and said proudly: "As a teacher, you can do anything. What do you want to learn as an apprentice?"

Han Yi: "..."

"The priest, can you teach me how to make money?"

"Earn money? Uh...this...money is already something outside of the body for a master like this old man...you change it."

Han Yi looked at him suspiciously, then glanced at his sleeves which were tightly covered.

This is the first time I heard someone calling himself a master of Taoism...

The old man noticed Han Yi's eyes, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, loosened his grip on the sleeves, and put the sleeves behind his back.

"Whatever you look at, I'm telling the truth."

Han Yi nodded, and asked seriously: "How about teaching me martial arts? The kind that can dominate the world in seconds..."

The old man waved his hands excitedly, and the money bag fell from his sleeve. Before Han Yi could react, he picked it up quickly and stuffed it into his clothes again. in the sleeve.

He shouted: "Teacher, you have a good idea, to rule the rivers and lakes... why don't you just pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, maybe the gods and Buddhas will enlighten you as soon as you are kind, and tomorrow you can kick the current martial arts leader down and sit down by yourself." go up."

Unexpectedly, Han Yi nodded in agreement and saluted: "Thank you for your advice, Taoist priest."

Turn around and leave.

The old Taoist hurriedly shouted: "Hey apprentice, where are you going?"

Han Yi stopped in her tracks, and said with a matter of course: "Go to God and worship Buddha, go early today, maybe you will be enlightened tomorrow? You have to hurry up."

"Nonsense!" The old man was a little mad, looking at this gentle and kind girl, how could he not play cards according to common sense than him?
"Those gods are begging too many people on weekdays, and they have no time to talk to you. Maybe they will think of you, and they will have to wait decades later. When you say that, what do you want martial arts for?..."

Han Yi snorted, "Is that so..."

Nodded: "It makes sense."

After that, he turned around and left.

The old Taoist chased after him: "Apprentice, what are you doing?"

Han Yi replied: "The priest doesn't know how to teach me, and it's useless to pray to gods and Buddhas, so of course I'll go home. It's better to go home and earn money."

The old man made three steps and made two steps at the same time, and grabbed Han Yi. He didn't wave his hands again. The hand hiding the money bag moved very small, obviously afraid that the money bag would fall again.

Han Yi held back her smile, and looked at him seriously: "Master Daoist, is there anything else you can do?"

The old Taoist expression was terribly tangled, and he waved his hand: "Forget it, apprentice, you are so smart, it seems that I have to tell the truth as a teacher... In fact, as a teacher, I had a dream yesterday, and the Taishang Laojun pointed me out, saying Today I will meet a little girl who wants me to accept her as my apprentice."

Listening to his nonsense, Han Yi smiled, looked left and right, and said, "Master Dao, there are many little girls passing by on this road every day, and your apprentice probably hasn't come yet...I did a job before. Meng, the Taishang Laojun said that my master is seven feet long, has a white face and no beard, and is immortal..."

The old man was unhappy, and blushed anxiously, but his face was so dirty that he couldn't tell whether he was red or not.

"Don't look at me like this now, I'm doing it for cultivation, do you understand? My apprentice, let me tell you, you...you can't be so superficial, do you know that, you have to look at the inside, the appearance is illusory, the inner soul That's what's real."

Han Yi nodded in agreement: "The Taoist priest's words are reasonable."

Then he said with great apology: "But the little girl has poor eyesight and has always lived a superficial life."

(End of this chapter)