Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

Among the many people walking in a hurry, a sage-like old man was wearing a yellow Daoist robe, as if he was acting in an ancient costume.    

Ignoring the strange or disdainful expressions of the people around him, he opened his mouth and sighed softly.    

"Life is like an illusion or an illusion. Ruyan has been like clouds in the past, accompanied by prosperity and hard work..."    

Before he finished reading a poem, the expressions of the people around him had already changed. They all felt like they had seen a real master.    

The old man was very satisfied with this. He made a hand sign with one hand and calmly nodded to the people around him.    

On the spot, there were even two middle-aged men with big bellies who wanted to come and ask for some philosophy of life. They were convinced by the temperament of a master.    

They all felt that there was nothing in this world that could affect the master's mentality.    

It was at that time.    

An impolite voice came from afar.    

"Hey, Yang, why are you here?"    

"Forget it, you're the only one. I'm just afraid that an old man like you would be beaten up instead of helping me do something..."    

There was an indescribable contempt in his voice.    

The old man's unmoving mountain-like expression immediately changed. He turned his head and stomped his feet in anger as he scolded:    

"Evil creature, you dare to be disrespectful!"    

"Five years, a full five years. I originally thought that you would be able to understand some of the ways of the world after leaving the mountain. I never expected that you would still be so shameless..."    

The old man angrily waved his hand and turned to leave.    

"Forget it, it's my fault for teaching such a vile disciple like you. I should return to the mountain and live in seclusion."    

"Don't be so polite!"    

Seeing that the old man was about to leave, Mo Nan immediately became anxious. He ran over and grabbed the bag from the old man's hands. He said with a righteous face,    

"I was joking."    

"Who said that I haven't changed? Yang... Yang shi... " I have always abided by the principles of life that you taught me. "    

Yang Zifong, his dao name is Qingfeng Hillman. He was an important figure that had caused the Ancient Martial Aristocratic Family to change their expressions when they talked about him. At this moment, the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw Mo Nan slapping his chest and shaking his right leg. He looked like a hooligan.    

Do you take my words as your life's creed?    

So this is what I taught you?    

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he recited the Clear Heart Mantra twice and found that his luggage had been protected by Mo Nan like a treasure. It was too late to take it back. He waved his hand in a daze.    

"Forget it. I will help you solve your problem as soon as possible. I should hurry back to the mountain and kneel in front of the Ancestral Master..."    

"Tsk, the Ancestral Master has been dead for many years. Moreover, it's not certain whether what you've learned is related to him or not."    

Mo Nan whispered to himself when he heard that.    

However, when he saw the old man staring at him again, he quickly grinned and said,    

"I didn't say anything!"    

"That's enough. "Since you are here, you should rest well for a few days. Don't worry, with your disciples' wives serving you, you will be able to live comfortably..."    

Just as he finished speaking, he could not help but pause for a moment. He knew that he had said the wrong thing again.    

Sure enough, Elder Yang, who was already extremely disappointed, had his eyes completely red. He angrily patted his head and angrily said:    

"Do you have a woman? Or a few?"    

"Good boy, how did you promise me before you went down the mountain? There is a knife on top of the word 'Color', and the body of the 28" Jia "seems to be soft, and the sword at her waist is used to kill a fool... So what I taught you, have you forgotten all about it?"    

" No. "    

Knowing that there was really no way to explain this, Mo Nan laughed a few times. Immediately, his eyes turned and acted. He explained as if it was real.    

"I don't want to either. You don't even know that I originally wanted to be single for the rest of my life. After sending Elder Mo away, I will go back and practice Buddhism with you."    

"It's all Elder Mo's fault. He insisted that I carry a grandson back for him. He even tried his best to get me to go on a blind date. You are right. There is a knife on his head. I have tasted it. If I want to quit again, it will be too difficult..."    

Yang naturally did not believe his words so easily, especially when he suddenly realized that his face was pale. He stretched out his hand. Before Mo Nan could react, his wrist was already in his hand.    

In the blink of an eye.    

Yang Zifong's expression changed several times, from green to red, from red to white. Finally, he sighed softly.    

"Forget it. The poison has entered the marrow. It is difficult to save a deity."    

"You have no fate with Taoism. I will not force you to do so in the future. Let's go. We will see your disciple later. We will also see what kind of demon can harm you like this."    

Mo Nan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Yang Zifong's words.    

However, he soon realized that he didn't have to listen to this old man anymore. He became excited.    

"Come on, let's go home. Let me tell you something. Those few people in my family are all real sprites... Tsk, why are you staring at me? I really didn't brag to you..."    

After leading Yang Zifong out of the airport, Mo Nan packed the old man's luggage back into the car. When he got back to the car, he realized that he had disappeared in the blink of an eye. The old man had already grabbed Mrs Zheng's hand and started to read her fortune.    

Mrs Zheng saw Mo Nan getting into the car and looked at him helplessly.    

"Mo Nan, this master..."    

"Hey, Yang, you are not the few demons I told you about. Don't mess around."    

Mo Nan was also anxious. After all, she was married. Even he didn't have the nerve to touch her smooth hand...    

Unexpectedly, he was just about to open his mouth.    

"Shut up!"    

Yang Zifong glared at him fiercely and then became serious. He said seriously to Zheng Tine,    

"Recently, you better not do anything and don't go out."    

"If you don't do as I said, if you are not careful, a disaster will befall you..."    

This time, Mo Nan was stunned.    

Only Zheng Tine did not believe this, especially when she had just met the old man in front of her. She said in her heart, "I have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young. You have taken advantage of me at such an old age. She didn't say anything else. You actually curse me?    

You old man don't respect, old man shameless!    

Seeing Zheng Tine's expression turn ugly, Mo Nan also realized that Yang's head was too direct. He hurriedly explained in place of Zheng Tine.    

"Mrs Zheng."    

"Although my master is not polite, he still has some ability. " Although I don't really believe in fortune-telling, since he said it, even if you would rather believe it than not, you should avoid it recently. "    

However, before Zheng Tine could answer, Yang Zifong turned his head in anger and said,    

"No big talk, no small talk. Who do you think is rude?"    

"Daughter, let me tell you. This penniless priest has never been as serious as today since I read fortunes. I promise you with my iron brand that if I do as I say, within a month, my family will be ruined!"