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Chapter 882

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    Half an hour later, Xiang Que's head started to hum and hurt, because the person on the other side had been discussing Sanqing and Yin marriage with him since he spoke to him, and spit flew from his mouth to his eyelids.  Trembling, slightly agitated and excited.

    Xiang Que has learned his lesson. For this kind of person with only one brain, you must not have any communication with him about debates, otherwise he will really kill you.

    After another half an hour, Xiang Que suddenly reached out his hand to stop him, and said solemnly: "You win, fellow daoist"

    "Ah?" The Taoist raised his head in a daze, and asked without too much reaction: "What, what won?"

    Xiang Que nodded solemnly and said: "As far as the questions you said, you are right, you won It is true that yin marriages hurt the peace of heaven, and the laws of heaven do not tolerate it. It is a crime, okay?"

    Xiang Que was really afraid that if he continued talking, he would easily faint himself. This state was like getting blood from a chicken. What if he got a little more excited and his head congested?

    "No, how can I win here?" The Taoist priest's eyes were confused, he still didn't understand a little bit, the person in front of him didn't say much at all, and he was citing scriptures to reason with him, but in the end he gave up  Yes, why?

    "Why did I win?" The Taoist grabbed Xiang Que's arm a little excitedly and asked, "Where did the win come from?"

    Xiang Que was about to cry: "Brother, I can't even admit defeat."

    "No, I'm a reasonable person." The Taoist shook his head solemnly.

    "Gudu" the Taoist priest's stomach suddenly moved a little at this time, he looked down with a flushed face, looked at his sallow face and asked Xiang Que, "Are you hungry?"

    "Well, I haven't eaten much since last night," the Taoist said in a low voice.

    Xiang Shuai looked at him and said: "Just now you had some physical strength, but you chatted with me continuously for an hour, can you not be hungry if all your physical strength is exhausted? You can just lie there and stay there for a while  As for that, isn't it? Why bother?"

    The Taoist stretched his neck and said, "This is the principle."

    He waved his hand impatiently, and said, "I'm going to starve to death, what principles do you wantthe flight attendant brought two lunch boxes"

    At this time, the delivery man just came here with a cart, took out the money and handed it over to Que, then tilted his head and asked, "Your principles can fucking starve you to death, do you think principles are useful?"

    The Taoist squinted at the box lunch and said, "One box may not be enough, but two boxes are enough?"

    "Oh, I'll go." Xiang Que swallowed and said, "Okay, let's add another box."

    The meal was placed on the table for the two of them, and Xiang Que ate the Taoist priest's meal in an orderly manner, Xiang Que frowned and said, "Slow down, please? Don't choke you"

    "Ah, um, let's continue talking about the question just now after I finish eating"

    "No" Xiang Que was anxious, stretched his neck and said, "I'll feed you enough to give you strength and then continue to harm me. If you're messing with me, I'll stop  It¡¯s been taken back, and I won¡¯t be able to enter Nanjing until tomorrow night, do you believe that I won¡¯t care about you from now on?¡±

    The Taoist priest raised his head and seemed to be in a tangled mood. He paused for a long time before nodding and saying, "Okay."

    After finishing the boxed lunch, Xiang Que was afraid that he would continue to argue with him on this issue, so he had to divert and ask, "Where did you come from, and where are you going?"

    "Immeasurable Shou Buddha, the poor Taoist came from Qingyang Palace, the Taoist name is Qingxuzi, and the layman's name is Zhao Jiahui. He is going to Nanjing Tianhou Palace to preach morality and then he will start to walk the rivers and lakes for three years"

    Xiang Que squinted his eyes, feeling a little surprised in his heart, this one-sided Taoist priest actually came from Qingyang Palace, Qingyang Palace believes in the Three Purities, but it is Lao Tzu who is really enshrined, and it is said that it is the true biography of Lao Tzu.

    Qingyang Palace has always been low-key, and has little connection with Taoist gates such as Maoshan Longhushan Tianshijiao, and belongs to a unique Taoist school.

    Xiang Que took a look at him, and asked a little speechlessly: "Walk in the rivers and lakesdo you know what the rivers and lakes are?"

    Zhao Jiahui took out a wine gourd from his body, raised his head, took a sip, and said, "Jianghu is the place where I am sitting, and the bowl of wine I am drinking is Jianghu."

    Xiang Que held back for a long time before he said: "The place you mentioned may be called socialism. The rivers and lakes have disappeared for a long time. Qing Xuzi, can you tell me how long you haven't been a Taoist temple?"

    "It's the first time to go out to watch," Zhao Jiahui said lightly.

    "Live well, the rivers and lakes are dangerous," Xiang Que leaned on the carriage, Zunzun taught him a word.

    Qingxuzi seemed to be in a mood, raised his head and took another sip of the wine, and then asked.?"Fellow Daoist, I see that you have restrained Dao Qi, and it seems that you have cultivated quite profoundly. I don't know where you come from?"

    "Zhongnan Mountain"

    "Quanzhen disciple?"

    "The Taoist temple behind Zhongnan Mountain has no name, no surname, no Taoist name, a small person in a small Taoist temple"

    Qing Xuzi nodded solemnly and said: "If the mountain is not high, there are immortals, and I think Taoist friends should be people who are proficient in morality and righteousness. I think they should be born as hermits. It's a pleasure to meet you."

    Xiang Que rolled his eyes and said, "Is it okay to sleep? Are you not tired?"

    "Meeting is fate, why don't you and I take this opportunity to share the morals we understand?"

    "Boom" At this time, the train stopped at the station, and Xiang Que got up, and then said with a cigarette in his mouth, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette to get some fresh air."

    "Smoking is bad for your health"

    "I'm really convinced"

    "Huh" Xiang Que rolled his eyes in front of his face, and immediately felt relieved, and his ears were finally quiet.

    When Xiang Que came back a few minutes later, he found a person sitting beside his bed. When the person saw Xiang Que approaching, he nodded and bowed his buttocks and said, "Hello, hello, I live in the middle bunk, can I sit here and rest?"  "

    Xiang Que glanced at him, hummed, and then lay down on the bed.

    The appearance of this person, some people even if you don¡¯t know how to face each other, you can tell something from the face of a person with a special appearance, such as the person sitting by the bed at this time, with eight-character eyebrows and a mustache  He has a dark mole, a sunken nose bridge and thin cheeks with bumps, and his head is parted in the ditch. It gives the impression that he is a traitor who was born decades earlier.

    After the train left, the man sat by the bed and took out a bag of roast chicken and a bag of peanuts from a snakeskin pocket and put them on the table. When the food trolley came, he asked, "Steward,  Have a bottle of white wine¡±

    "Thirty-eight" A bloated flight attendant slowly took out a bottle of wine from the carriage and handed it over.

    "Shua" The traitor was stunned by the ten yuan in his hand, held the money in his hand and raised his head and said, "I only drink wine from 1982, do you have any?"

    The chubby flight attendant gave him a sideways look and shook his head.

    The traitor blinked, frowned and asked, "Is there any beer from 1982?"

    "No." The flight attendant was a little confused.

    The traitor was a little unhappy and said: "Then what do you have in 1982?"

    The flight attendant was impatient, squeezed his fat body over and said, "I'm from 1982, why not?"

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