Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 649 Pretending to force Li Bai to subdue him

"Poetry and poetry, drinking and eating meat is a real man"

The sea of ​​wisdom that has left Buddhism is becoming more and more free-spirited.

"Reciting poems is something that ten-year-olds here can do. It's nothing special."

Zhang Wei said shamelessly.

"The poem I just wrote was composed when I was five years old."

The black cat was shameless.

With a stabbing sound, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and Li Bai, who was dressed in a brocade robe and a cap unique to the Tang Dynasty, sat up.

Xu Shi was stimulated, and his eyes first turned to the place where the voice came from just now. The first one was a very white and fat monk, and he knew quite a few talented monks who did not abide by the rules and regulations; , should have also been a monk; the third, uh, is obviously a human voice, why is it a cat standing there.

"What are you looking at, come out quickly, we are waiting, don't ink!"

The black cat looked impatient.

An ordinary black cat could actually speak, Li Bai's body trembled, his eyes rolled, and he fell down straight.

Stunned?
The black cat was dumbfounded.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand and sucked Li Bai out, and placed him next to the coffin.

The black cat sent a wave of spiritual energy.

Li Bai woke up in an instant and saw a few people and cats surrounding him, with a look of fear on his face.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chu Feng did not explain, and directly sent a memory about the current situation.

Li Bai digested it for half an hour before raising his head with a complex expression, and said: "Li is not an emperor, general, and he doesn't have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth. This myth has come to the host of the reality system. What is the purpose of resurrecting Li? "

Everyone present wanted to know this question, and all their eyes turned to the virtuous, powerful and omniscient Chu Feng.

"I don't know if I'm poor"

Chu Feng shook his head.

Everyone showed disappointment.

It was the rainy season recently, and there was a lot of rain. On the way back, it rained again. Because it was very light, a group of six people and a cat chose to go forward in the rain.

As a walking poetry machine, Li Bai couldn't help but compose a poem about autumn.

"In the picturesque city of Jiangcheng, the mountains are dawning... the people are cold and the oranges are cold, the old sycamore trees in autumn..."

Black Cat, Hui Hai, and Zhang Wei rolled their eyes together, knowing that you are a poet, can you stop for a while, and then the three of them took out their mobile phones in unison, looking for autumn poems that can suppress Li Bai.

"Young people don't know what it means to be sad. They fall in love with the upper floors. They love the upper floors... I want to talk about it. But I say it's cool in autumn."

In the drizzling world, Hui Hai's ups and downs and confident poetry chanting sounded first.

In an ancient tomb in the south, the coffin board of the poet Xin Qiji seemed to tremble.

"The thick mist and thick clouds make the day long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beasts. It's the Double Ninth Festival... There is no way to eliminate the soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

Zhang Wei shamelessly copied the lyrics of the graceful school poet Li Qingzhao, a big man wrote such a sentimental thing, and Xu Jiarong, who was walking side by side with Chu Feng, felt chills.

"Withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water... the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Alas, poetry, words, and music are too simple and boring."

After the black cat copied Ma Zhiyuan's song, he didn't forget to pretend to be a jerk.

Li Bai compared it in his heart, and found that his poems were far inferior to the lyrics and music written by the two people and one cat, whether in terms of artistic conception or wording and sentence making.

His face changed, and he sighed: "When I meet you, Li will know that there are people outside the world."

The two of them had a cat, seeing that Li Bai had been subdued by the pretense, he was so proud that he couldn't help but want to sing poetry again.

Chu Feng coughed lightly, and the two of them fell into silence.

Seeing this, Li Bai asked curiously: "The Taoist priest is the teacher of these masters, and I think he is also very talented in writing, can you give me some advice?"

Not only the two of them and the cat, Su Shi and Xu Jiarong also looked at Chu Feng curiously. They had never seen the Taoist reciting a poem until now. They were curious about what poems the Taoist would recite.

"I don't know how to write poetry"

Chu Feng shook his head.

He couldn't do it for two people and one cat copying poems, and they were so complacent. If one day they were exposed, it would definitely be embarrassing.

Seemingly thinking of this, the eyes of the two of them were a little strange.

"That's a pity"

Hearing Chu Feng say that he can't write poetry, Li Bai was quite disappointed.

It has to be said that walking was really too slow. After about half an hour, there was still a long distance from the Taoist temple. Chu Feng simply released a golden light to engulf everyone, and they came to a place 400 meters away from the Taoist temple in an instant.

Unlike the light rain near Li Bai's tomb, the rain near the Taoist temple was slightly heavier.

It took less than five seconds for Chu Feng to let go of the golden light, and everyone was drowned.

"A guest came to the Taoist temple, and Pindao went first."

Chu Feng disappeared in a flash.

Huihai, Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong hadn't been in the rain for a long time, so they found it interesting and started running in the rain.

Seeing this, Li Bai picked up his robe and ran after him.Taking advantage of her long legs, she can run faster than Xu Jiarong.

Su Shi shook his head and walked slowly in the rain.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple (the unsealed part), a 28-year-old young man wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and big-toed leather shoes walked up and down, looking very disturbed.

"Sir, what do you want to do with the poor?"

Chu Feng appeared on one side like a ghost.

The young man trembled in fright, turned around and said angrily: "Taoist Master, why are you walking without making any sound? You're going to scare people to death."

As Chu Feng walked towards the stone bench under the big tree, he said, "You gangster, how timid you are, how can you do it!"

The young man's complexion changed, and soon he relaxed again.

"Master Taoist, the first time we met, you saw my identity, I"

"Just tell me why you came here," Chu Feng interrupted.

The young man pondered for a while, and explained the reason why he appeared here.

The young man's name is Cheng Youliang, and he is the general manager of the local Tianlishi construction company (this company is called a construction company, but it actually does the dirty work of forced demolition).

Five years ago, Tianlishi Construction Company caused one death and two serious injuries during the demolition process. The then general manager, Cheng Youliang's boss, Ma Zhongcheng, was sentenced to five years.

As the No. [-] person, Cheng Youliang took over the company. Five years passed in a flash. Cheng Youliang, who had grown the company and completed the whitewashing, was embarrassed to find out that once his eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng came out, everything in his hands would be handed over.

After working hard for five years, Cheng Youliang was of course unwilling to hand it over to others, but he had no choice. The prestige of his eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng was too high.

By chance, he heard that there was a very powerful Taoist priest in the Jiangbei mountain area, so he came here admiringly.

"So, you want Pindao to help you prevent your boss from getting out of prison?"

Chu Feng didn't know what to say. This gangster, the old birthday star eats arsenic and is tired of work, so he actually looks for him.

"The prestige of the Taoist priest has been known for a long time, and a small gift is not a respect."

Cheng Youliang handed over a bank card.

Chu Feng originally wanted to slap people away, but on second thought, this can be used as a seasoning agent for a boring life, he pretended to hesitate for a while, and reached out to take the bank card.

"Actually, the solution is very simple"

(End of this chapter)