Luo Bo's heart did not fluctuate, and he lightly bowed his hand to Nandou Zhenjun: "Thank you seniors, farewell." ” Nandou Zhenjun casually pulled down a small weed beside him, put it in his mouth, and waved: "Let's go." ” Seeing that Luo Bo was going in the direction of a small hotel, Mao Xiaoyu turned his head and asked very gossipy: "Senior, there is one more thing that the little girl doesn't understand, can the senior answer my questions?"
” The old man Nandou yawned: "Ask." ” "Senior, why do you want to pretend to be an old man and walk in the world?"
"What's wrong with calling the old man?
The sky is the quilt, the ground is the paving, free and sprinkled, I don't know how pleasant.
The old man Nandou didn't think so, but he was still very proud.
Mao Xiaoyu couldn't refute.
The people of the world are greedy for pleasure, they want to live in a good house, eat well, and dress well, so they work hard for this purpose, and run around for fame and profit all their lives.
The sky is paved by the earth, there is no concern, there is no meal after eating, and only the gods can see it freely.
"Where did the spider spirit die?
Will it be haunted after death?
Mao Xiaoyu asked with a diated interest.
The old man Nandou reached out and touched a transparent white bottle in his shabby clothes.
Extremely small, only the height of the middle finger.
"Here."
Mao Xiaoyu looked closely, and the tip of his nose was about to be pasted with a white bottle.
There was no liquid in the bottle, just a tiny spider, motionless.
"So small?"
Do you think that the spider mill of Chengjing is big?
"It's just a spider soul."
The old man Nandou took the white bottle back into his ragged clothes, looked at her and smiled: "God is still generous to you, are you still with this kid Luo Bo?"
” "What?"
Mao Xiaoyu was at a loss.
The old man Nandou was startled, and hurriedly covered his mouth and smiled: "Oops, I forgot, I can't remember it." ” "What's the matter?
Senior, listening to your tone, as if you knew me before?
Mao Xiaoyu continued to be confused.
The old man Nandou yawned deeply and waved his hand: "It's not early, go back."
"Lying down at the base of the wall.
"Seniors, seniors......"
Mao Xiaoyu called.
'Huhuhu' The old man Nandou snored so quickly, obviously he didn't want to say anything more and drove her away.
Mao Xiaoyu stood for a while, probably because there was no play, so he walked away.
Under the moonlight, Mao Xiaoyu tightened his coat and ran quickly to the hotel.
The old man of Nandou suddenly opened his eyes, and quietly picked up his bunk to transfer his position.
Following.
Mao Xiaoyu woke up to the birdsong.
When I opened my eyes and grabbed my phone to look at the time, it was already noon.
She got up and washed up quickly and knocked on Luo Bo's door.
There was no movement.
Mao Xiaoyu went downstairs to the front desk to ask the proprietress .
"That handsome guy, he went out early in the morning and said he would come back at noon."
"Where did you go?"
"He didn't say it."
Of course, Mao Xiaoyu is not worried about Luo Bo, what is his ability?
Just eat lunch in the store with peace of mind.
While eating, I suddenly heard the sound of cannons, and it sounded eighteen times, followed by gongs and drums announcing the sky, firecrackers rang out in unison, and the noisy ears couldn't stand it.
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"Who's so noisy?"
The proprietress was not calm, and she panicked and wanted to leave the store: "Oh, the ritual is about to start, and I can't find a place." ” "What's the matter?"
"Isn't the Dragon Temple ineffective?
Everyone said that it might be a bloody disaster that offended Lord Dragon God and sent it back to the Dragon Palace.
Therefore, everyone raised funds to hold a grand ceremony, and by the way, invited Lord Ryujin back to sit in town. ” Mao Xiaoyu's jaw dropped: "This is okay?"
” Other guests of the hotel also invited: "Let's go and see." ” There is excitement and I don't look at it in vain.
Mao Xiaoyu also followed out of the door and headed towards the Dragon Temple.
The route was crowded with citizens watching the excitement, including young and middle-aged dragon dances and lion dances with red turbans.
It's as lively as a temple fair.
The Dragon Temple was no longer crowded in, and there were police officers surrounding the human wall.
According to the onlookers, there are big people in L City who are leading the worship, holding a ceremony to pray for the return of the dragon god, and idle people are not allowed to trespass.
The scene is noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers and birds, and a sea of people, which is very lively.
Mao Xiaoyu was choked with tears by the smell of firecrackers, and her eardrums were about to burst.
Knowing the cause and effect, she stopped squeezing forward and stood aside and exhaled.
What's the use of making such a big scene!
The dragon temple's miracle is not because of a cultivating spider spirit.
Now that the spirit is dead, it won't help you to break the gong and drum.
Unless Nandou Zhenjun has a kind heart and replaces the spider spirit to continue to maintain the signboard of the dragon temple, it will be in vain.
However, Nandou Zhenjun turned out to be a wandering red dust in the form of a child, and he may not be willing to stay in L City for a long time, maybe he was tired of playing that day, and went to another place with beautiful mountains and rivers.
'Boom' thunder sounded in the clear sky.
The good wind and sunny weather changed in vain.
Dark clouds and strong winds drifted in the sky, followed by a strong wind, blowing people from side to side, and then the rain crackled and fell.
The common people scattered in all directions, holding their heads and looking for a place to hide from the rain.
But there was an old and superstitious old man who was overjoyed in the rain and ran to tell each other: "Don't be afraid, it's Lord Ryujin who has returned." ” There are many people who believe this.
Everyone looked at the sky and waited for the miracle to appear.
There are even more young people, turn on their mobile phones and start recording videos.
Mao Xiaoyu hid back in the room, took off his glasses, and looked at the cloudy sky with heavy pupils.
The clouds were rolling, and there was a faint light flickering.
This light has its own cyan color, and there is a hidden fairy aura.
With Mao Xiaoyu's limited knowledge reserves, he is not a demon, not a ghost, and is very likely to be an immortal.
As for which way the god is, she can't tell.
Is it a fairy passing?
She didn't know much either, so she could only stare intently.
That ray of light suddenly fell and disappeared towards the Dragon Temple.
Then the clouds cleared, the wind and rain stopped, and everything returned to its original state.
Immortals are different, and they don't leave any traces of doing things.
Mao Xiaoyu stared at her eyes like bull's eyes, and she didn't see what this fairy looked like?
The sun came out, and the wind blew gently.
The Dragon Temple is even more lively and festive.
The festival was not affected at all and was held as usual.
There was a loud knock on the door.
Mao Xiaoyu put on his glasses and asked in surprise, "Who?"
” Didn't answer.
Mao Xiaoyu cautiously approached the door, as if he heard someone breathing slightly.
She picked up a kettle and opened the door suddenly, only to see Luo Bo's clothes soaked and lying by the door, as if he had lost his strength.
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"Hey, boss, what's wrong with you?"
Throwing down the kettle for self-defense, Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly helped him into the house.
Thrown on the bed, Luo Bo's eyelids lifted and spit out a word: "Tired." ” "Then you have a good rest."
Mao Xiaoyu found a dry towel and threw it at him: "Wipe it yourself." ” After about five minutes, Luo Bo raised his hand, grabbed a towel to wipe his face, and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"
” "A little snack, do you want it?"
"Bring it."
Mao Xiaoyu took out the snacks in her bag and handed them to Luo Bo, who was slowly sitting up.
Pouring a glass of water and putting it next to him, Mao Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask, "Boss, where have you been?"
How did you come back like this?
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