Fox Road Travel Notes

Tang Dongting said "Ah" and took two steps back, his heart pounding.

The little Taoist boy grabbed him and stepped forward, bowing his head.

He cursed and said: "Master, you made it so hard for me and the master to find..."

Wang Xianchang smiled and said: "Senior brother, you just want to drink and steal my gourd, and you will never wake up in this world."

"Do you know that there will be a catastrophe in this land in northern Henan?"

"I'm looking for you today because I want to use it to make medicine to save people. Please return the treasure to me quickly!"

The little Taoist boy flicked his sleeves again, and a red lacquered gourd was thrown from the painting and landed in Wang Xianchang's arms.

Looking at the painting again, the gourd on Lu Chunyang's waist has disappeared.

Tang Dongting blinked his eyes and stared blankly.

I felt that my mind was completely messed up, and before I knew it, I fell to my knees with a plop.

The little Taoist boy helped him up again and comforted him: "Exceptor Tang, don't be afraid."

"It is precisely because my uncle is here that monsters and ghosts do not dare to cause trouble. You have been able to go smoothly these years."

"However, if you see him this time, I'm afraid that his old man is also going..."

Tang Dongting remembered that in the past ten years or so, he had done whatever it took to get rich, but he had not suffered any retribution and had become increasingly prosperous.

It seemed that thanks to Lu Xian's blessing, I felt empty when I heard that he was leaving.

Wang Heming handed the gourd to the little Taoist boy and said, "Your master is good at wine. Please give him a toast and we'll go now."

The little Taoist boy took the gourd and agreed with a smile.

He pulled out the cork, turned it upside down, shook it, and said to the immortal: "Master, it's empty. Master, he, the old man, has finished the wine!"

Wang Xian stretched out his index finger and drew the word "wine" with flying dragons and phoenixes on the red paint gourd.

He smiled and said, "Fall again!"

The little Taoist boy casually picked up a teacup on the table and put the mouth of the gourd close to it.

A stream of clear wine gurgled out, and in a blink of an eye, the glass was full.

Tang Dongting's eyes widened, and he was speechless as he smelled the tangy aroma of wine.

The little Taoist boy was holding the wine glass and was about to move it toward the painting, but Wang Xianchang took it over with a smile and drank it all in one gulp.

He said to him: "Your uncle is a big drinker, so use a gourd."

"Ok!"

The little Taoist boy agreed and handed the mouth of the gourd to the mouth of the Chunyang Immortal in the painting.

"Uncle, my nephew would like to toast you..."

Tang Dongting was stunned there, and saw that Lu Dongbin's cheeks slowly turned red in the painting, and he looked very drunk.

The little Taoist boy took the gourd back and shook it downward: "Master, we have finished drinking the wine again."

Wang Xianchang smiled and said: "Your uncle's huge amount, one gourd is not enough."

"Tell him two more gourds!"

The little Taoist boy muttered something and shook the gourd.

Right under Tang Dongting's eyes, the red gourd that had been empty just now and could no longer pour any wine was filled with wine again, overflowing from the mouth of the gourd.

Tang Dongting felt dizzy and felt like he was in a dream.

He stared blankly as the little Taoist brought the gourd's mouth to the painting again.

After taking it out after a while, the wine in the gourd had disappeared, and no more drop could be poured out.

Then, he recited a few vague incantations, and shook it slightly, and the gourd mouth was still full of mellow wine...

No wonder the immortal wanted to ask Lu Dongbin to get the gourd back. This, this is a treasure gourd!

Shen Wansan's cornucopia is nothing more than that!

Tang Dongting's face turned red, and his heart jumped into his throat.

He stared at this magical gourd with bulging eyes and couldn't bear to leave for a moment.

If he is not an immortal, no matter what, I will get this gourd...

If this gourd were in my hand, I would not use it to hold wine.

I will fill it with precious stones, gold dust...

If I have inexhaustible treasure, what else should I ask for from gods?

I, Tang Dongting, am a god...

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His heart was filled with countless illusions, countless desires, countless ambitions, and unlimited power.

His hand, unconsciously, reached for the dagger hidden in his arms.

He is a very courageous and yet very small person, and he has always been a knife-edge man.

At this moment, he wasn't sure if he was crazy.

However, he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and couldn't control himself at all.

At this moment, the ugly servant next to him suddenly pushed forward and knocked him staggering.

He felt that the dagger stuck in his belt seemed to beat slightly.

The ugly servant bowed down and bowed three times to Lu Zu's portrait.

Tang Dongting's hand finally grasped the handle of the knife and gently pulled it out.

Suddenly his whole body was shaken, and his face instantly lost all color.

What he held in his hand was a bare handle, and the blade had been completely broken off!

Instantly, cold sweat poured down his face.

His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Lu Chunyang's portrait.

He kept shouting: "God, spare my life, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!..."

Wang Xianchang looked at him indifferently and glanced at the hilt of the knife that fell on the ground: "Get up!"

The little Taoist boy dragged him up and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Tang, my master already knows if you have evil thoughts."

"You know, if you get a piece of my master's clothes off and it breaks, it won't be this knife!"

Tang Dongting was heartbroken and wanted to kowtow again.

The little Taoist boy said with a straight face: "Exceptor Mr. Tang, this cause and effect has been planted in your life. What's the use of kowtow?"

"My uncle has lived in your house for many years. He missed your little love, so he secretly cut off your dagger to stop you from doing evil."

"But when you have a murderous intention, cause and effect will arise on their own."

"What's more, what you want to kill is an immortal?"

Tang Dongting felt like his whole body was soaked in ice water. The cold was piercing his bones, and he collapsed softly to the ground.

She shouted with tears in her eyes: "Immortal, please forgive me, that's not me, it's really not me..."

Wang Xian sighed: "For the sake of my senior brother, I will spare you this time."

"Life or death is a matter of fate. If there is a big disaster in the future, I won't be able to save you!"

"Disciple, let's go..."

The little Taoist boy said "Hmm", shook his head, and said to Tang Dongting: "In July this year, there will be a great epidemic in northern Henan. The dead will be buried here, and the people will not be able to survive!"

"My master went down the mountain this time to look for his uncle, just to use this gourd to make elixirs and hold medicine."

"The first thing is to help the people."

"Secondly, by accumulating merit, you can ascend in a day."

"I thought you were a good person, but it turned out, alas!"

"You, the Tang family, are no longer swine! Except for members of the Tang family, just take care of yourself..."

Tang Dongting was stunned, and then he remembered that when Wang Xianchang came in, he told Lu Zu that he would use this gourd to make medicine to save people.

Now what the little god said, does it mean that the Tang family is in danger of being exterminated?

Tang Dongting's face turned pale. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything.

He walked a few steps on his knees, hugged the little Taoist boy's legs, and cried loudly.

I felt regret and fear in my heart, but I couldn't express it.

The little Taoist boy struggled a few times, but couldn't get away. He pursed his lips and shouted: "Master——"

Wang Xianchang frowned, and the ugly servant's sleeves brushed by, causing Tang Dongting to roll out involuntarily, and did not stop until he hit the corner.

He was even more horrified, and regardless of the pain on his body, he rushed over and lay down in front of the statue of Lu Zu.

While kowtowing, he shouted: "Master Chunyang, poor disciple, I was temporarily blinded by lard."

"For the sake of supporting me for so many years, please spare me..."

Suddenly, a faint sigh came from nowhere.

Tang Dongting raised his head in astonishment and saw Patriarch Chunyang in the painting. The drunkenness on his cheeks had receded, but the smile on his lips was still there.

Looking at himself, he seemed a little mocked and a little regretful.