Long Jiale

In this wilderness, a person appeared out of nowhere and almost scared Zhou Jiaxin to death. His heart beat rapidly and his breathing became short of breath.

Looking intently again, the person sitting under the tree seemed to be wearing a kind of clothes that were not worn by normal modern people, a blue and white Taoist robe, and a mahogany sword was placed beside it, with red tassels hanging on the sword and a few copper coins.

Of course, these are not important, the important thing is that he has a terrible long black hair!

Zhou Jiaxin: "????!!!" He couldn't help touching his hair, which already had a Mediterranean tendency.

Even in school, he had never seen anyone with such thick hair.

What the hell is in front of you?

Am I being evil?

It is said that the peach trees are psychic. In this peach forest, it is normal to encounter ghosts in the early morning, right?

Zhou Jiaxin's complexion became even uglier, his hair stood on end, and more cold sweat could not help gushing out from his forehead.

Dao Ling originally sat with his eyes closed and meditated under the peach tree, but when he heard the movement of a person, he opened his eyes, and after looking at the man standing under the tree, Dao Ling: "!! !!!!?????”

Zhou Jiaxin also took a step back in fright, and then froze there, not daring to move.

Dao Ling habitually finds a place to meditate in Qingbi Mountain every morning. This is his compulsory homework, and he does it diligently every day.

Unlike other monks who have obsessive-compulsive disorder and must be in a fixed position at a fixed time at a fixed time, Dao Ling is a strange thing. He is a monk who does not take an unusual path. For example, he will definitely not go to the place where he meditated yesterday. that place.

He has to change his position every day. If he changes his position, he needs to change his mentality. Only when he changes his position can he calm down and practice.

Therefore, this morning, like any other day, he randomly found a place where he hadn't been lucky enough to be there, sat on the ground, and started his daily practice.

Xie Yihao had told him before, telling him not to sneak around and hide on the mountain to practice and scare the tourists, but Dao Ling never took it seriously.

He felt that he was sitting on the ground meditating openly and aboveboard. He was dressed in a Taoist robe very strict and solemn, and he looked righteous and evil. How could such an upright and upright Taoist priest scare people?

It's not that Dao Ling is narcissistic. When he is meditating, girls will be attracted to take pictures and seduce him - this also shows that Dao Ling will never scare people.

However, Dao Ling has forgotten that the place he is now is equivalent to the deep mountains and old forests to outsiders. Anyone who sees a guy with strange clothes and suspicious behavior in the deep mountains and old forests will be shocked.

Dao Ling felt that he was also taken aback.

"????!!!!!!"

Because the middle-aged man in front of him has terrifyingly big eyes, and the bags under his eyes are even more terrifying, and the circles of black shadows are extremely thick, making Dao Ling 5.2's eyes look at it at a glance, and he feels extremely horrified.

When it's over, you shouldn't look at your eyes when looking at people.

Dao Ling and Zhou Jiaxin both felt that they were frightened by the monster in front of them.

——How could the hair be so thick?

——How could the bags under the eyes be so big?

After Dao Ling complained in his heart, he quickly reacted. The man in front of him should be the teacher who came to play today. Today is Teacher's Day, September [-]th... Dao Ling thought to himself, as an employee of Qingbi Mountain After eating so much aura from Big Brother Long, he should also treat these tourists politely.

"Ahem... This layman, oh no, this tourist, wait, this teacher, hello, don't look at me with such a damn look, I am actually an employee of Qingbishan Tourism Development Company, Responsible for the forehead in this mountain, that cleaning... Cleaning up the filth, etc., no, responsible for the divination... divination, etc... Not really, by the way, teacher, your complexion is not very good, is it because you can't sleep ?” As a not-so-serious employee, Dao Ling found that he seemed unable to name his position.

"As the first lucky tourist to see me, I'll give you a sleep aid sachet." Dao Ling walked to Zhou Jiaxin's side, and handed a sachet to Zhou Jiaxin very enthusiastically.

The sachet was red in color and had an elegant aroma. It contained ordinary spices and butterfly dregs from Zidie.

The scale powder from Zidie's body, after preparation, has the effect of helping sleep and calming the nerves.

Dao Ling collected a lot of scum that Zidie usually dropped, and collected bottle after bottle, but it was useless in detail, so he made a few such conscience sachets to help insomnia patients, some old ladies in the village liked it , Said to put it next to the pillow before going to bed, and have a good night's sleep.

Zhuang Shengxiao's dream fan butterfly—maybe the purple butterfly that will drop dregs is the legendary dream fan butterfly, which can weave people's dream illusions.

But this purple butterfly has recently become obsessed with martial arts dramas of swords, lights and blood, so it is estimated that the dreams weaved are not very reliable.

Some time ago, it watched bitter movies with Little White Snake. It is estimated that the dreams it made up could only make people feel pain and thunder.

Zhou Jiaxin was dazed for a while while holding what was said to be a sleeping aid scented bag, until he smelled the faint scent of snow plums on his nose, and then he came back to his senses and saw clearly the blue and white robed youth in front of him. appearance.

The other party has handsome eyebrows, piercing eyes, and a majestic appearance. If the group of female teachers in the school sees them, they will definitely rush up to greet them.

The clothes worn by the other party were not strange clothes, but a vintage Taoist robe.

After Zhou Jiaxin heard the young man in front of him say that he was an employee of a travel company, he fully realized it.

Oh...it turned out to be a magic stick to deceive tourists.

In the past, many scenic spots provided such services. They invited monks and masters to tell the fortunes of tourists, and then charged incense money.

Such a routine is not surprising.

It's just that the young man in front of him playing the Taoist priest is too young, he looks like a fake Taoist priest playing a house wine like a child.

Zhou Jiaxin thought to himself, if there is a Taoist priest who wants to cheat money from him, and wants to tell him good or bad luck, then he should be an old man with white beard, and it is best to have white eyebrows. Only then can teachers feel cordiality and trust.

The young Taoist priest with dark and thick hair in front of him is really too impetuous!Especially that thick hair, which always kept attracting Zhou Jiaxin's attention.

Zhou Jiaxin thought in his heart: It must be fake hair, right?

How many young men can have long hair nowadays?It is estimated that the young man in front of him is actually a bald head, just to match the ancient Taoist robe, so he wears a wig headgear, just like an actor in a TV series.

Zhou Jiaxin couldn't help but stared at Dao Ling's hair a few more times.

Dao Ling was looked at a little strangely by the people in front of him, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and said with a smile: "My family teacher taught my parents how to treat my body, hair and skin..."

Zhou Jiaxin: "..."

I have been a teacher for so many years, why have I never taught students these things?

"You guys... are quite dedicated." Zhou Jiaxin praised him casually, thinking that the fake Taoist priests they invited could also look like actors.

Dao Ling nodded, "That's natural."

If he is not professional, he will not stay here.

He is a genuine Taoist priest, but now he is the only one of his master. The master once said that he would let Dao Ling pass on the master, but Dao Ling has been wandering outside for so long, and he still hasn't found any one. An apprentice who is willing to worship him as a teacher.

To enter the Daoist sect, you must first be talented, and your own spiritual roots are compatible with the aura of heaven and earth. Such people are rare in the world. Although they are rare, Dao Ling has also met a few. Show him the way to "Psychiatric Hospital".

Dao Ling is too young, has no white hair or beard, doesn't look like a fairy, and doesn't have the aura of a Taoist priest. In the eyes of the young man, he is probably a cosplayer.

"Where did you buy this wig?" Zhou Jiaxin couldn't help but wanted to ask about this kind of business secret. He felt that he might need a standing tool like this after a few years.

"How do you usually take care of it?"

Dao Ling: "..."

He touched his shiny and smooth long black hair, "This is my original hair."

"If you don't believe me, you can talk about it."

Dao Ling is very generous, because on the road before, many people mistakenly thought that he was engaged in cosplay, or some passer-by actor, and they all thought he was wearing a wig. Ordinary girls, of course Dao Ling would not let the other party Let me test it out, but this is an old man in front of me, and the old man pays great attention to his hair, so it doesn't matter if he asks the other party to test whether it is true or not.

He really doesn't wear a wig, nor is he bald.

Zhou Jiaxin was extremely shocked, how could this be the original hair?

Just when he was hesitating, he heard someone calling him from behind, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, why did you come here alone?"

Zhou Jiaxin turned around and found that it was Mr. Sun from the same office. This Mr. Sun must have seen him not looking very well just now. He didn't see anyone for a while, so he followed him to look for him.

Teacher Sun trotted to Zhou Jiaxin's side, and happened to see Dao Ling standing next to Zhou Jiaxin clearly, and beat him up and down, surprised and suspicious, not knowing what to call him.

Dressed like a trail leader, but also like a fashionable young man who came to play.

Dao Ling had no choice but to explain to Teacher Sun that he was an employee of Qingbi Mountain and a genuine Taoist priest.

"Yo, true Taoist priest?"

Upon hearing Dao Ling's explanation, Teacher Sun yelled in the WeChat group, "Come and see the Taoist priest!"

"There are Taoist priests in the deep mountains and wild mountains. Teachers who need to ask gods and divinations come here quickly!"