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    Looking at the troubled young man, the old Taoist priest squinted his eyes and smiled, and said: "I see you have dice hidden on your body. You should be a good gambler. I happen to have this hobby too, so I will suffer a loss. We two  Let¡¯s make a bet, I¡¯ll take this jade ring, and you¡¯ll take the ten taels of silver I owe you. If you lose, you won¡¯t owe me two. If you win, you can just take the jade ring away. Is this reasonable condition?¡±

    Ten taels of silver bet against a jade thumb ring worth more than fifty taels. No matter how you look at it, you got a big advantage. The young man is also a good gambler, and he still has a certain degree of confidence in his gambling skills. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to gamble.  Carry dice with you.  The old Taoist priest on the opposite side is in his seventies and eighties, and he can't walk steadily. He probably can't even hold a dice. What kind of gambling skills can he have?

    This is a gift to myself, and this advantage should not be taken advantage of. A trace of greed flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said quickly: "It's a deal, don't regret it if you lose."

    The old Taoist looked at the young man with a smile and said, "I will never regret it."

    Seeing that the two of them were about to start gambling outside the temple, the tall monk became uneasy again and said quickly: "Senior, this is a temple, how can you gamble here? The Buddha will punish you."

    The old Taoist priest didn't care about the monk's advice and said, "What kind of crime should I impose? The Buddha wants to save all living beings. There are so many people in the world. The Buddha and his elders are too busy every day. How can they have time to take care of our trivial matters?"

    The tall monk seemed to be clumsy in words and was speechless by the old Taoist priest's words. He could only step aside and continue to recite Amitabha and beg the Buddha for forgiveness.

    After dismissing the tall monk, the young man took out his gambling tools and started gambling with the old Taoist on the steps outside the side door.  The two of them ignored the fact that this was a pure temple. For a while, they listened calmly and listened to the dice being played in the gambling game. For a while, they were blushing because of a small disagreement. They knew clearly that this was the backyard of the temple, but those who didn't knew thought that a casino was opened here.

    Perhaps the old Taoist priest was really good at gambling. After a few moves, the young man lost everything. Not only did he lose all the ten taels he had, but he also owed the old Taoist priest several taels of silver. Finally, he went down the mountain dejectedly.  , I completely forgot that I came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

    Looking at this familiar scene in front of him, Qingyang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Ten years have passed, but the master's deception and abduction methods have not been forgotten at all, and Chu Qian's level is still so high.

    Master, Master is really still here. I haven¡¯t seen you for ten years. Old Taoist Songhe looks older than before. His eyebrows are longer, his white hair is sparse, he has a lot of age spots on his face, and his straight back is also hunched a lot. If I were  Come back a few years later, maybe there is really no chance to see you again.

    Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Qingyang stepped forward and said, "You know what you've seen, old liar. I saw the trick you used to cheat me just now. I don't have five taels of silver to keep my mouth shut."

    The old Taoist priest was about to go back when he suddenly heard Qingyang's voice and turned his head suddenly. In a trance, he seemed to see his disciple walking towards him, and he was suddenly stunned.  But then I thought, how could my apprentice appear here suddenly after ten years without hearing from him?

    Old Taoist Songhe couldn't help but shook his head. The older he gets, the easier it is to miss the past and always be in a trance. Could this be a sign that the Lord of Hell is going to take him?

    The old Taoist Songhe felt emotional in his heart, but he didn't show any weakness on his lips, cursing: "Where did the brat dare to ruin the good things of the Taoist?"

    Qingyang stepped forward and said: "Old liar, I haven't seen you for ten years, so you don't know me anymore?"

    Old Taoist Songhe was taken aback by Qingyang's words, and hesitantly asked, "Are you a little bastard?"

    Seeing that his master finally recognized him, Qingyang suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, his eyes were misty, and he had thousands of words to express, but he couldn't say a word.

    Originally, Qingyang wanted to pretend to be calm, and he didn't want to cry and cry, which would only make Master sad, so he purposely spoke tensely just now, but when he came to Master and heard this familiar address, he couldn't hold back any longer.  His legs softened and he fell to his knees in front of Songhe Old Daoist.

    Since embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, Qingyang has become accustomed to seeing life and death, has seen through the world, and his mind has become much firmer than before. He once thought that he would never cry easily again, but when he saw Master today, he still couldn't bear it.  Stop, two lines of hot tears could not stop streaming down.  Perhaps it is only when facing the master that all burdens and all pretense will be removed.

    "Master, it's me, disciple Qingyang came back to see you." Qingyang said.

    Looking at the vague face in front of him, listening to the familiar voice, Songhe Laodao no longer hesitated. The young man in front of him is his Qingyang disciple who went to pursue the immortal way and left for ten years. He really came back today.  got?

    The old Taoist Songhe touched Qingyang's face with trembling hands, and said in a trembling voice: "It's really my disciple of Qingyang. I haven't seen you for ten years. You have grown from a boy to a young man. Master almost didn't recognize you. I still don't know you."  I thought it was a dream, but I didn't expect you to really come back."

    Qingyang said with tears: "Yes, Master, this disciple will never forget Master. Since leaving Master, I have missed Master day and night, and now I finally found the opportunity to come back to see you."

    After hearing Qingyang's words, Songhe Old Daoist suddenly turned cold, and gently pushed Qingyang, saying: "How did I explain to you at the beginning? Now that you have embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, you should go forward bravely and forget all the old things.  .Although I, Songhe Laodao, have never cultivated immortality, I also know that the pursuit of immortality is extremely difficult, and all selfish distractions must be discarded. How can you go far on the road of cultivating immortality if you are so obsessed with old love?"

    The more stern the old Taoist Songhe said, the more Qingyang understood the reluctance and expectations contained in it, sobbing: "I have not forgotten the teachings of the master, let alone the kindness of the master.  I don¡¯t even remember, what¡¯s the difference between that and a beast?¡±

    The old Taoist Songhe knew that everyone had already returned, so it was useless to talk about it. He sighed and said, "Since you are back, please stay with me for a few days. When the time comes, you can leave as soon as you want. I am here  You can live here and sleep well, and you don¡¯t need to think about it.¡±

    Old Taoist Songhe supported Qingyang to stand up, and looked up and down several times, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Time flies, ten years passed in a blink of an eye.  He is about the same as himself, and now he is half a head taller than himself, and he has grown from a young boy to a mature youth.

    Seeing the two of them looking at each other endlessly, completely forgetting that there was someone standing beside them, the tall monk couldn't help but asked, "Senior Brother Qingyang, do you still remember me?" (Remember this website URL: www  .hlnovel.com
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