Chapter 1185

Luoda town.

The crops in the field have just finished, the hot summer wind is still blowing, people who enjoy the cool have already come out, sit under the tree, take a leaf fan, and chat with the neighbors around.

This is what they do on a daily basis. There are men and women among them, but the youngest is over 40 years old. As for the older ones, there are also many in their 70s and 80s. As for the young people, where can they bear to live here and stay boring.

Of course, there are also some four or five-year-old naughty children running around here, bringing bursts of laughter, or reprimand, it seems that they will never be tired.

but today's big trees are especially lively. Chatting people who are chatting away from Bagua town have a great interest in new news. After all, they are too busy.

Standing in front of them today is a Taoist.

The residents of Luoda town moved a small bench to sit down. Everyone held a big leaf fan and looked at the Taoist priest standing at the front, listening to him and watching him say.

This is a Taoist priest. Of course, people generally prefer to call them plaster doctors.

"My father, fellow countrymen, residents of Luoda Town, and I, Cang sang Zi, once practiced in Wunan mountain for 300 years, and now I come here to cultivate merits and virtues."

The Taoist made a square bow, and then said with a smile: "I know that the villagers must take me as the plaster Taoist who cheated money, but I'm used to it. After all, those plaster Taoists are really hateful.

It's a big trouble to cheat the villagers by using some plaster covered with mud. The money is small, but it's a big trouble that you don't get well after sticking the medicine. "

At the bottom, some people cheered and said, "the real man without Nanshan wants to give us plasters for free. In this case, we will believe you."

As he opened his mouth, the crowd echoed, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

The Taoist priest waved a few hands, but no one paid attention to him. He suddenly murmured, "please be quiet, gentlemen."

It's useless for him to say so. These people are not the people who have read books in the city, nor the ignorant people who have never seen the world in the small village. This kind of person fully combines the above characteristics, has seen some of the world, but also likes to be greedy for small and cheap.

So the Taoist couldn't frighten them at all. Their laughter was even more powerful.

But at this time, the Taoist suddenly turned his palm out and the sky suddenly exploded with a thunder. The noise suddenly stopped, and the banter on the faces of these villages gradually disappeared.

Seeing the scene gradually quiet, the Taoist priest quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface, he looked like a pair of cloud light, smiling at these people.

"Is this magic?" A child whispered.

The Taoist priest came to him, bent down and said to the child, "it's a thunder drawing skill, not a magic skill."

"How can you smell of gunpowder?" Cried the child suddenly.

At this time, the village's talents came back to their senses, and then it seemed that they suddenly understood something. Someone scolded: "you liar, were you just a bamboo battle set free by stealth?"

The Taoist priest's face suddenly turned red, and he kept walking backward. He explained, "don't misunderstand me, fellow villagers. Just now you saw that when did I release it?"

"Then you can show us another thunder?" Someone laughed and said.

"No ... no, this spell consumes spiritual power. I can only play it once a day "

" after 300 years of practice, only one thunder can be released? No wonder you were kicked out to sell plasters

"I'm not a plasterer. I'm not a liar. What's more, what I want to give you is not a plaster, but a real talisman that can turn evil into good luck and guard the house "."

the people under the stage have been laughing.

"Well, as long as you put another ray of thunder in front of us, we will believe your talisman. We can buy as much as you want. How about it?"

"Yes, yes."

People immediately said so.

The Taoist's sweat beads had fallen off, and he was still trying to explain: "I'm not asking you for money. It's merit. Your silver is your merit..."

No matter how many talents below, they just laugh.

"If you give us your money, we should be your merit."

"Poor man..."

"Go, go, this is a liar." Someone said with a wave. The others were ready to leave, laughing at the man.

"Don't go, don't go, folks. Wait a minute. Listen to me. I'm not a liar .

the Taoist went down to ask him to stay, but where did anyone listen to him?

"You lead thunder, you lead thunder to stop us, so we won't leave?" There are also people playing his jokes while walking, in exchange for the laughter of the people around.

All of them agreed.At this time, the sky suddenly darkened.

There was thunder and lightning.

Then a bolt of lightning fell and fell in front of the men.

The whole scene was instantly quiet, as if all turned into sculpture.

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