Luo Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Haha... I'm going to Zhang Sanfeng, I think you are Zhang Wuji."

The old Taoist priest didn't care, but said proudly: "You kid finally said something human, Zhang Wuji is okay. The leader of the generation is just a little bit of a woman. In that era, he only married one. If I were him, I would definitely accept all of you."

Luo Ye rolled his eyes at the old and unjustified old man with a bad view and said, "Okay, hurry up and eat it. You are still a man who is still not missing at all? I think it's almost the same for you to take Master Mie Jue."

As a result, when the old Taoist priest heard this, his eyes lit up, and he pulled out a poster from under the Bagua stall. It was the Zhou Haimei version of Master Mie Jue!

If Luo Ye remembers correctly, Zhou Haimei seemed to play Zhou Zhiruo back then. Although she is old now, she is still very beautiful!

Then he heard the old Taoist say with a proud look on his face: "You can give me a stack of Master Miejue like this."

Luo Ye: "..."

Luo Ye finished eating the steamed buns in a few seconds, then got up and left, and reminded him as he walked: "I've finished drinking soy milk, I've prepared the thermos for me. This is the guy who's eating."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and signaled Luo Ye to get out quickly.

Luo Ye did not leave, but came over and smiled, "Hey... is the key to the Taoist temple on the Nanshan Mountain here for you?"

The old Taoist priest took out a key from his pocket and threw it to Luo Ye and said, "Take it and take it, don't delay my business."

Luo Ye was stunned and felt a little moved. Although the old Taoist priest is usually a bastard, this guy is really righteous. Luo Ye just asked, but before he made a request, he gave him the key without even asking what he asked.

If it is done, Luo Yewen said, "Don't you ask me what I'm going to do?"

The old Taoist priest Cheng Yi Er was immediately happy: "What are you doing? The broken places were burned out during the Cultural Revolution, and the white land and surrounding walls were up and down. What else can you do when you go there? If you can find a piece of wood from twenty years ago, I will call you grandpa."

When Luo Ye heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly. It seemed that it was really open, otherwise he would not go.

Nanshan is a barren mountain. Although the mountain is distributed to the villagers, no one really takes care of it. He just lets the wild tea trees on it grow freely. Then, every October, everyone goes to their respective mountains to pick tea seeds and go back to squeeze tea oil.

Climbing halfway up the mountain, Luo Ye pushed open an old broken wooden door, and what caught his eye was a very vast bluestone plain!

It is said that there was originally a very large Taoist temple here, but when it was making a fuss, it burned a fire, leaving only some stones and tiles.

Later, it was rumored that the stones in Taoist temples suppress evil spirits, so many people in the village would come to build new houses to take a few stones and bury them under the foundation to expel evil spirits, so only some tiles were left.

Later, everyone realized that antiques were valuable, so the tiles were picked up all of them. It turned out that they were not valuable, but no one returned them.

Now, here is a huge flat land, paved with bluestone, and there is no other thing.

Luo Ye ran directly to the middle and sat on the ground and hummed, "The diameter of this temple is two or three hundred meters in size. I see where you hide!"

A minute passed, Luo Ye was in high spirits.

Ten minutes passed, and Luo Ye began to yawn and rub his eyes.

Half an hour passed, Luo Ye took out his mobile phone and started browsing WeChat and watching short videos.

Two hours passed, Luo Ye started to wander around in the same place, muttering as he walked: "Hey, is this guy quite smart? It seems that he won't be fooled so simply."

Just as Luo Ye was thinking about a new way, his cell phone rang.

As soon as Luo Ye picked it up, he heard the old liar opposite him shouting: "Boy, come back quickly, the village is almost in a mess! Hey hey... don't hit, don't hit! That's really not what I said... Oh..."

Luo Ye only heard a burst of noise and chaos on the opposite side, as well as some familiar voices shouting, and he couldn't hear clearly what he shouted.

But obviously, something big happened in the village.

Luo Ye couldn't care too much, so he ran down the mountain, jumped up to the stone arch bridge in three steps, stood on the bridge, and looked down into the village from a high place, and was stunned!

I saw a group of old men and women standing together, each with a piece of paper, and their faces were red and red.

Luo Ye subconsciously flashed through the scene of Grandma Hua fighting Old Man Sun in the morning, and said to himself: "No way, right?"

Seeing Luo Ye coming back, a group of old men and women shouted: "Yezi, come here to judge!"

"Yezi, look at it, and she even said I was a hooligan. She even wrote a love letter to me secretly!" When Mr. Sun saw Luo Ye, he immediately ran over to complain.

Seeing this, Grandma Hua said with a flushed face: "I didn't write it!"

Mr. Sun said unreasonably: "You don't admit it yet? Is this word yours? Is your name signed? Is it?"

Grandma Hua opened her mouth and said bitterly: "This... is mine, but I didn't write it."

Mr. Sun was about to say something, but Luo Ye saw that Grandma Hua was almost crying, so he quickly said, "Daidai, don't talk about Grandma Hua for now, tell me what happened to your love letter."

Mr. Sun suddenly shut up, thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "That's really not what I wrote..."

Luo Ye patted the two of them on the shoulders and said, "I believe what you said, and you must believe what you said yourself, so don't quarrel for the first time. You go and calm down first... Don't think about anything else, just think about where the words on the other party's paper come from. Is it OK?"

There was no accusation, just thinking about my own problems, and the two old men also calmed down.

In fact, Grandma Hua was full of resentment in the morning and aggrieved at noon.

Mr. Sun is different. He is so stingy. Although he was scolded in the morning, he forgot about drinking some wine.

I attacked at noon, and I was holding a grudge. I knew it might not have written by the other party, so I deliberately made it difficult for Grandma Hua...

Now that Luo Ye has come forward, the old man doesn't argue anymore, just sits there, looking at the letter written by Grandma Hua to him happily. It seems that the old man is still quite happy.

On the other side, the blacksmith Ma, sat there with an angry look on his face. Seeing Luo Ye coming, he threw a piece of paper to Luo Ye.

I saw a few big words written on it: "Duan Wuhe's iron tools are so bad!"

Luo Ye said: "Who wrote this...?"

The old man Ma who made soy milk opposite him smiled bitterly and raised his hand and said, "The words are mine, but they really weren't written by me. But he is also worth it, look..."
Chapter completed!