Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 627

Knowing that someone would scold, he hired someone to scold himself first, and scolded him more fiercely, more ruthlessly, and for a longer time.

Afraid that it would be easy to make a flaw when a person appeared for too long, he hired a few more people to take turns to come over and scold.

He understands marketing.

Hiccup~

Big Tiger licked his oily lips and let out a low roar of satisfaction.

Cheng Fan understood his heart.

Three points full.

Shaking his head with a smile, he led everyone away.

The diners, who had been waiting for a long time, could no longer control their saliva and rushed forward waving their bills.

"Give me one portion

!" "I want three servings!" "Get out of the way! I want ten servings!"

...

In the illuminated night market.

Xu Huan took Zixu and Lu Xin'er to choose what her daughter's family liked.

Most of the stalls that go are jewelry, jade, cosmetics and perfumes.

Xie Yu was sent to carry their bags and do chores.

Cheng Fan, Xiao Nan Nan and Big Tiger naturally formed a pair and walked around to eat.

The little girl rode on Cheng Fan's neck, holding his hair crown, followed by the big tiger.

A pair of big excited eyes to look here, look there.

With a finger of her little hand, Cheng Fan will take her over.

Compared to the sparkling pearls and jade, the sugar gourd that reflects the sparkling light is what interests her most.

"Master, you want to eat sugar gourds!" The

little milk baby waved her little hand, Cheng Fan responded with a smile and strode away.

"Dao, Dao Chief!" The

stall owner of the sugar gourd was a young man, he subconsciously rubbed his hands and looked at Cheng Fan nervously.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to buy sugar gourds.

Cheng Fan smiled slightly and pointed to the sugar gourd in the glass window of his stall.

There are crystal clear syrups hanging one by one, the red hawthorn is big and round, and there are all kinds of such fruits, anyone who looks at it can't help but move their index fingers.

The little milk baby's favorite is the original hawthorn, which is sweet and sour, and the taste is also the most authentic.

"Dao Chief, this is all made by my own family, and the best hawthorn is used. Taste it!"

the stall owner was so enthusiastic that he deliberately picked two strings of the largest and roundest sugar gourds and handed them over.

The little milk baby happily stretched out her little hand to take it, and shouted sweetly: "Thank you, uncle

!" "No, no thanks!" The

stall owner hurriedly waved his hand, looking at the two of them with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, how much?" Cheng

Fan said with a light smile.

The stall owner shook his head like a rattle.

"Dao Elder eats as much as he wants, and doesn't charge money!How can I take the Lord's money?"

"If you hadn't saved me in the first place, I'd be dead now!" Cheng

Fan looked at him in amazement, he didn't remember that he had personally treated this young man.

The young stall owner smiled and said

, "That was a few weeks ago, when the skin was all dark, and it's normal that you don't remember."

"I heard from my friends that my face was dark and blue, my lips were purple, my skin was black, and I was about to faint.

"At that time, I was carried into the contemplation, and I even felt that it was better to die like this, at least there was no need to be so painful.

"I remember that it was the Ming Zhen Dao Elder who gave me a pill, and I came back to life. Thank you so much!"

After listening to his words, Cheng Fan looked at him suddenly.

It turned out that he was the young man who provoked the old plague god in the mountain temple that day.

He was poisoned by the "weight loss elixir" given by the old plague god, and was carried up the mountain by his companions, and only recovered his health after taking the Qingwen Pill.

Say....

According to the version he heard from other people's mouths, this thing should be a fat man, right

? Otherwise, he would still need to take Rausch weight loss elixir?

But standing in front of him was clearly a handsome guy with fair skin.

Could it be that the old plague god gave me really some kind of "weight loss elixir"?

Cheng Fan bit down a large hawthorn and thought thoughtfully.

That old guy has a bit of something, but it's a pity that he can't keep up with the current era, and he almost harmed the whole of China.

"Master, you're eating so slowly! You're already done!"

Just thinking about something, a bunch of big and round sugar gourds were eaten by her.

Cheng Fan hooked his lips and smiled: "One more string."

"Uncle, I want the one with fruit!" The

young stall owner hurriedly took a bunch of sugar gourds of various fruits and handed them over.

"I remember you seem to be called

Lasheng, right?" "Yes, my surname is Yin, and my name is Yin Lasheng. The

young stall owner nodded frantically and replied excitedly.

He never imagined that the Lord would know his name.

Cheng Fan smiled faintly: "Don't be so polite. He

had just reached out and noticed a strange aura on the young stall owner's body.

This aura is a bit like a Taoist priest, but there is an inexplicable distortion that makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Cheng Fan asked, "Have you been in contact with anyone recently, such as me?"

Yin Lasheng was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Dao Chief, I see too many people every day in a small business, I really can't remember it."

Cheng Fan nodded, deep in thought.

This aura is very weak, not powerful, but it seems to have the ability to cut off cause and effect.

Cheng Fan quietly observed the cause and effect on him with the eye of heaven, but found nothing.

If you don't know the source, there is no way to investigate, which is a hidden danger.

Cheng Fan shook his head and left some change for him.

"Dao Chief, I can't take it!"

"Take it."

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, and pointed out a mana according to the gourd drawing scoop, imprisoning him in place.

When he was far away, the mana dissipated, and Yin Lasheng regained his mobility.

"Dao Chief..."

left the night market.

A large, a small and a tiger ate to their heart's content, strolling through the dark streets.

Far away, the brightly lit scene vanished, leaving only the deserted dark streets.

Dishui Town is just a small town after all, and it is the place that many people call "home".

There is a song called "Always Go Home to See", but it seems that there are many fewer young people returning to their hometowns for the New Year than before.

As society progresses, many young people ignore customs and festivals, and gradually lose their faith.

But the word home should not be so easily discarded by them.

The residential buildings on the street have only a few lights, and they seem too lonely.

"Master, the kindergarten teacher said that the Chinese New Year is a very meaningful event for us in China. What is the meaning of the New Year?" Xiao

Nan asked in a milky voice as she put her arms around Cheng Fan's neck.

Blinking a pair of large Carslan eyes, his dark eyes were full of curiosity.

Cheng Fan thought about it.

The meaning of the Chinese New Year... How do you express this to the little girl?

At this moment, two high beams lit up on the street.

A dusty car slowly drove down the street.

Before they could stop, two gray-haired, hobbling figures hurried up with crutches.

As soon as the young man got out of the car, he was hugged and hugged tightly, and they did not separate for a long time.

Cheng Fan's eyes were empty, his thoughts didn't know where to go, and he muttered:

"Nan... This is the meaning of the New Year. "