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Chapter 8 - Down the Mountains

After the night, the village at the foot of the Maoshan suddenly felt that something was wrong. It was as if their own group of kids were unusually quiet this morning, not a single one of them cried about going down to the river to bathe and fish, and not a single one cried about going up the mountain to look for their boss.

The entire village was immersed in a strange atmosphere. However, after a short moment, countless curses and scoldings could be heard from within the village.

"white dragon, you f * cker, why did you kill my family's crowing rooster?! If you want to eat, then eat my hen! If I don't kill this chicken, my hen's eggs can still hatch chickens! With you doing this, what are my hens supposed to do if they get hungry!"

white dragon, you received a thousand cuts in the head. You climbed over the wall to watch me bathe, why didn't you know to come in and take a look at my entire body?

"Boss, go well. We'll be waiting for your return. Let's even go up the mountain to roast chicken!"

Needless to say, these were the three types of people that Lin Bai had greeted him with when he entered the village. Carrying a small travel bag on his back, Lin Bai turned around the bend of the mountain and laughed loudly, "Qingshan is not changing.

While he was talking big, Lin Bai's feet moved even faster. The people at the feet of Maoshan were no good, they even had some skill in running away, if they caught up to him and took revenge on him, Lin Bai would not be able to eat it.

Lin Bai hummed a little tune as he glanced at the tourists heading up the mountain to the Maoshan to request their autographs. Maoshan was a famous scenic spot in China. There were many tourists, and there were many beauties among them. It was just that this song was rather unbearable. The moment he said it, he rolled his eyes.

"What a loser. I don't know how to explain myself!"

When Lin Bai's song came out, the tourists who were influenced by the advanced online culture were all shocked by this fellow's song.

Lin Bai's current appearance was truly coquettish, the clothes he was wearing had not been washed for a week and had long since been hardened into a lump. Not to mention that his black hair that had a tinge of white on it, did not look elegant at all, which was the same as the blue cloth bag on his back.

How could such a diaosi model move the hearts of these wealthy and handsome women who came to the mountain to ask for a signature when they would meet a true destiny?

"F * ck, you dare underestimate laozi, laozi will trade money for coins and smash you to death." Lin Bai muttered, his hand habitually went into his pocket and found that it was empty. All the pockets on his body were turned upside down, only to find a fifty cent coin.

Lin Bai was stunned, when he went up the mountain, he still had some money with him, although it was not too shocking, but it could definitely prove his identity as a rich and handsome man, but where did all this money go!

Looking at the coin in his hand, Lin Bai finally understood what was going on. In this world, other than the senior brother who was crying loudly while hugging his pants at the train station, who else would have such a nimble body and luck to take the money away from his own pocket?

The money could be earned again, but since Senior Brother was on the mountain, and under the management of the old Taoist Li Tianyuan, there was almost no burning incense in the temple. It was perfectly justified for Senior Brother to have some money to live.

Zhang Sanfeng who was in the Taoist temple and was sitting on a rattan chair, suddenly shivered. But after he understood something, he patted his stomach and muttered to himself with a smile:

"Junior brother, you go down to the playworld and scram. I, your senior brother, will take some small income from you as well. If you go out and pick up a girl, you'll need some silver coins to find a woman with a big bottom. I presume junior brother won't blame me!"

After thinking over and over again, he found that there was really no better way apart from taking on the street as a fortune-teller or going out and earning money for someone else. This was also one of the ways to roam the Jianghu. When Lin Bai had just left the mountain, he had to deal with this kind of thing, it was just that he had been busy doing business for the past few years and had not touched such old ways of earning a living for a long time.

A few days ago, when Lin Bai and Zhang Sanfeng went up the mountain, they just happened to see a family at the bottom of the mountain crying in grief. Today was not less than seven days, and it was the seventh day.

In other places, the ways of doing things exceeded the level of undead, so most monks and monks were invited, but in the history of the Maoshan, these were all places where Taoists were invited. Maybe some friends don't understand, isn't the work of monks to overstep the boundaries of the dead, why do Daoists also try to blindly join in on the fun? Isn't this just meddling in others' business?

In fact, Daoists did indeed have scriptures that transcended the level of the undead, such as the abbreviation "The Sutra of the Perfection" and the "The Spiritual Treasure Dao Lord never measured the quality of the undead's work". They were all scriptures that transcended the level of the undead and never experienced hardships in their next life, only able to enjoy the blessings of longevity.

Although he had not gotten into this line of business in all these years, Lin Bai had still prepared a set of clothes for him. He went to find a place to stream on the mountain and cleaned himself up a bit. Then, he casually put on his white ponytail and changed his clothes into a blue Taoist robe. He truly did look like he had a saintly body and in addition to Lin Bai's outstanding appearance, he looked even more delicate and pretty.

As the line changed, on the way down the mountain, the young wife of a great lady who came to request for a good marriage looked at Lin Bai with a slightly different expression than before.

As the saying goes, once the road opens, money will come rolling in. As more and more people flowed in and out, Maoshan Mountain also became bustling with activity. Every day, it was filled to the brim with people.

At the foot of the Maoshan, Lin Bai was shocked to realize that he had quite a number of colleagues.

A few fortune-telling stalls were connected together, all of them wrote that they were all honest. Lin Bai's face turned green as he watched. Although he was white dragon and was quite famous in the martial arts world, he still had a lot of muscles and wolves. If he was taken by these people first, then his travel expenses would be much worse.

He ran to the door of the funeral home. There was a three-storey building in this house, and it was filled with mountain climbing tigers. It looked lush and beautiful in the summer. There were two stone lions crouching by the entrance. It was obvious that their family background was not bad. However, they were clearly the top seven, and their doors were tightly locked. Thus, not a single guest came to offer their condolences.

Just as Lin Bai was about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened, and a Spirit Cultivator wearing a green robe rolled out. He rolled out in a real sense, and his body shot out of the room like a ball. Lin Bai stared at the Taoist in shock. He was stunned, this did not seem to be the way things were.

"If you don't have the ability, then don't take this diamond. If you delay our grandson's illness, then this daddy will beat you to death with a stick!"

An old man with a head full of white hair came out from the house. Although he was old, he was full of energy and chased out with a stick in his hand, "Damn it, all the Taoists in Maoshan have died and you found one to drive away evil spirits. Sh * t, you gave a lot of prices, but you did find one, which actually scared yourself out of your wits!"

After having been tormented like this, there were quite a few people gathered outside the small building. However, when these people looked at the family within the house, their eyes weren't filled with pity, but more or less contained traces of schadenfreude.

"Dad, why don't we prepare for Xiaoshan? If we drag it out like this, we won't be able to find the root of the illness. If we aren't prepared by then, it won't be a problem …" A thirty-something year old woman walked out from the house, grabbed the old man's arm, rubbed her eyes and said with tears in her eyes.