"Little martial uncle, the bright moon doesn''t have your good memory." Taoist priest Lin smiled and said, "Li Jiagou, it''s all right. There''s a fragrant fire with our laogua mountain."

    With that, Taoist Lin approached and whispered, "now when we go up the mountain to burn incense, we have to scan the code, big data management, and we keep up with the trend."

    Wu Mian gasped and leaned back against one end of the coffin.

    "Little martial uncle, when did you come back?" Taoist Lin asked.

    Waiting for him is silence.

    Taoist Lin was not angry, but looked at Wu Mian with a smile.

    Taoist Mingyue came forward and whispered something to the "bitter Lord" in Lijiagou. The man was all violent and honest like a quail.

    "Shifu, it''s really from Li Jiagou. Someone in the family is ill and died. At the instigation of a traitor, he wants to come to the hospital to blackmail a sum of money." Mingyue said loudly.

    Taoist Lin sits in the town. The heads of the villagers are low. No one wants to be blamed by Taoist Lin.

    The fairy of laogua mountain even called the little man wearing sunglasses little martial uncle. Even the stupid villagers knew that they should have kicked on the iron plate this time.

    They don''t understand the relationship between them, and they don''t want to understand why the legendary hundreds of year old Lin Xianchang has such a young martial uncle.

    But these do not affect their awe.

    The cunning villagers won''t say what the police ask. But Mingyue, a Taoist boy in laogua mountain, asked, and they said it in detail.

    The truth is hard to say.

    "Let''s go." Taoist Lin didn''t think so. "This is a hospital. We Taoists don''t talk about merit and virtue, but you should know how to be in awe. There are gods who raise your head three feet. They ask you to practice merit and virtue and do good deeds on weekdays. Why don''t you listen?"

    His tone was gentle, dignified and elegant.

    "Merit is good deeds, and virtue is kindness. The unity of mind and action is called merit. Although I don''t practice it, I practice it all my life." Lin Daoshi Lang said, "go back and think more, and then go up the mountain."

    He did not blame the villagers too much, but said a few words lightly. With a big hand, the Taoist robe''s long sleeves are elegant and have a romantic bearing.

    The villagers bowed their heads and began to pack up. Seeing this, the man in a suit roared, "you..."

    "Fuck you!" a villager smashed a pile of yellow paper in his face.

    This opens up a new skill. Maybe immortal Lin won''t blame him for his crimes and meritorious service? Several women were clever and surrounded while scolding.

    A few blood lights, and there were many messy scratches on the suit man''s face.

    "It''s too messy. Let them be quiet." Wu Mian frowned, patted Chu Zhixi''s hand, and then stood up from the coffin. "Section chief, clean up your quilt by yourself."

    Then he said to Taoist Lin, "Lao Lin, you are not old. Life on the mountain is good."

    "Little martial uncle, look at what you said. I''m old already." Taoist Lin smiled and said, "it''s you, handsome young man, your style is still the same."

    "I wanted to come back to the mountain to hide and relax. My father forced me to work in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Old man, you know." Wu Mian sighed deeply, "is the mountain okay?"

    "Fortunately, the incense is much more prosperous than before." Taoist Lin smiled, "our Taoist temple..."

    Before he said a word, Wu Mian returned to the office.

    Seeing that the troublemakers had dispersed, section chief Duan was frightened and took his bedding out of the coffin. He cried bitterly in his heart. It''s estimated that he can''t take this thing.

    Although he complained, he dared not say a word. When it comes to age, he is a few years older. He should have more experience. But the more you touch, the more you can''t understand the child in front of you.

    Taoist Lin, immortal Lin, that''s a fairy like figure in Linzhou. When seeing the moment when immortal Lin called little martial Uncle Wu Mian, section chief Duan had an illusion that he had met a millennium old demon?

    But the idea flashed away.

    Wu Mian grew up watching himself. There must be another reason why Lin Xianchang called him little martial uncle.

    The child is not in trouble. He is disillusioned with the world of mortals.

    The world is really not worth it. Section chief Duan thought in his heart. He looked at Wu Mian and walked into the office. He hesitated, but he didn''t dare to follow in.

    "Little martial uncle, your office is too old." Taoist Lin and Wu Mian walked into the medical office and said casually.

    "Township hospitals have limited conditions." Wu Mian didn''t care much.

    The two elder sisters of the staff hid in the corner and dared not speak. They didn''t expect that the cool looking section chief Wu with sunglasses would have such a big background.

    Who are Taoist Lin? Even if they haven''t been to laogua mountain to send incense money, they have heard of it. This legendary figure has no shelf at all when he sees section chief Wu. On the contrary, section chief Wu has always ignored him.

    From this point of view, he is usually not willing to talk. At least he didn''t throw his face to himself like Taoist Lin.

    "Little martial uncle, you..."

    "Lao Lin, don''t call me little martial uncle many times." Wu Mian said, "why do you climb so smoothly with your pole."

    "My father told me that," Taoist Lin said with a smile. "I didn''t think you could come back. If I went up the mountain to hide, I just built several houses and built a small yard in the back mountain. You have time to go."

    "Oh?" Wu Mian came back interested. "I thought I would live in a thatched house after I went. I was wondering whether to repair it first."

    "That was many years ago. Now we have changed our guns and live better than the city." Taoist Lin said frankly in front of Wu Mian, "incense is very popular these years. Everyone has money and wants peace."

    "Tut Tut, it''s a good deal." Wu Mian said so, but his tone was quite indifferent.

    Taoist Lin looked at the environment of the medical department and chatted with Wu Mian.

    "Little martial uncle, I just came here. Why don''t you go back and have a look?"

    "What is going back?" Wu Mian asked coldly.

    "My father told me when he left." Taoist Lin said with a smile.

    "Why didn''t you tell me what you left when I went up the mountain before I went abroad?" Wu Mian asked.

    "Little martial uncle, don''t blame me!" Taoist Lin waved his hand and said, "when my father left, I was looking for a job in the provincial capital. I said to leave. I was also very sudden. When I went back, the villagers helped bury it, so tell me a word and let you go back to preside over the event."

    "Don''t bullshit, I don''t believe it."

    "Really." Taoist Lin looked at Wu Mian, "look at my eyes, with sincerity."

    "Talk about things."

    "Don''t mention it, I didn''t dare to tell you at that time." Taoist Lin sighed and said, "my father left a box of books... Villagers, you know, little martial uncle, you like to be greedy for small and cheap. People are buried, and everyone has divided the books."

    “……”

    Wu Mian sighed softly.

    "These old guashan gradually regained some popularity, and I only collected some books. Some were set on fire. It hurts me to think about it."