Chapter 219： Sign up (1/2)
The foot of the mountain, the ticket office.
During the Taoist Conference, Emei closed the tourist channel, and all the scenic spots open to ordinary people canceled ticket sales. However, this does not mean that the blood descent who came to the Dao Conference may not have to buy a ticket.
The ticket booth, a window on the outermost edge, the middle-aged monk wearing a suit with his hands folded, his eyes and his nose, his eyes, his eyes, his nose, his nose, his eyes, his eyes, nose and nose. But the monk knew that this was just the peace before the storm, and the next round was about to begin.
Li Xianyu took a deep breath: ”Okay, I recognized the tickets at 8,000, but why do you even have to buy a cat? The compassion of your monk, is n’t it that all four of you are monks? . ”
Faced with persecution, the monk did not change his face, and stood still: ”Aliens are also blood, naturally they must be treated equally, and Lianghua Temple is fulfilling the concepts of life.”
”Did you forget and still have compassion?”
”Donor, what does compassion have to do with not buying tickets?”
”Monk, look at it like this, I bought a cat ticket, but you give us a 50% discount.”
”Ah.”
”What does he mean.”
”The donor's ugly, pretty beautiful.”
Li Xianyu touched the mask on his face: ”50% off, but 20% off is OK.”
Monk: ”Hehe.”
After a bit of controversy, the bargain was unsuccessful. Li Xianyu glanced at the camera to pose the elegant pose of the emerald flower, and then looked at the impatient grandma waiting, but sighed, ”Is there no discount?”
The monk seriously said, ”Yes.”
Li Xianyu's eyes brightened: ”How to discount.”
The monk shook his head: ”The donor, the poor monk may be a little hurtful, but I hope you will not be angry.”
Li Xianyu nodded.
The middle-aged monk showed a very cheap smile: ”Do you think you are a matchless war soul?”
Li Xianyu: ”...”
At this time, he should take off his mask and let him see the deity's deity, but considering the bargain just now, it was too low. Li Xianyu painfully paid 240,000 oceans and bought three tickets.
”It won't be better if you pay for it earlier, grind.” Grandma whispered a lesson.
”The woman is in charge and the house collapses.” Li Xianyu muttered quietly.
”What did you say?” Grandma frowned.
”Because we have to save money for grandma and grandma.” Li Xianyu immediately changed his mouth.
With 8,000 tickets, Li Xianyu felt that his IQ had been insulted. The heart of Lianghua Temple is really dark.
In terms of current prices, tickets are too pit.
”Buddhism has always been this way, and the means of collecting money has been the same since ancient times.” Aunt Huayang got out of his body and condensed into an entity. As a disciple of disciple, she has a lot of disdain for Buddhism in her words.
Li Xianyu has entered into a contract with her. Now she is one of the pendants on Li Xianyu. She can **** the essence of the host and condense the entity temporarily. Of course, it hasn't changed in essence. She can't enjoy the food like grandma.
Li Xianyu said, ”This won't work. A grandmother will be enough for me. Adding a little mother is not going to **** me alive.”
So after a discussion, Grandma sucked him, and Huayang's mother sucked at him. Rain and dew are all attached, and the harem is stable.
”It's better to go through the door. People at the door are like the mother.” Li Xianyu slipped and patted his horse.
Hua Yang smiled.
Thanks to his cheeky and habitually squinting good words, Huayang's affection for Li Xianyu greatly increased in a few days, as if he was really his son. It's just that there is always sorrow in her eyebrows, and from the look of Li Xianyu's eyes, she feels sadness and nostalgia from time to time.
Want to come is not out of the shadow of the death of his biological father.
There is no cable car on the mountain road leading to Lianghua Temple. Bloody people climb on foot. Some are plainly dressed, some are bright, and some are even dressed by old farmers in the field.
Li Xianyu gave Huayang aunt a mask: ”Everyone keeps a low profile.”
This is like a celebrity travel. Without a bodyguard, you must wear sunglasses and a mask, otherwise it will cause a sensation. Of course, Li Xianyu doesn't have this weight, but her grandmother has it, and her mother's identity is very sensitive. Her sister is now teaching under the guidance of Liu Yunguan.
Before meeting with the company's big guys, he had to be insignificant and not too arrogant.
Walking to the mountainside, there is a temporary business district here. The bald heads of Lianghua Temple are very good at doing business. They rent out stalls to merchants, but they can only sell some food that are not easy to do by the Buddha. Other necessary materials were contracted by Lianghua Temple.
Compared to Buddhism, Daomen is generally shabby, although they also have their own industries. Taoism's teachings are too obsessed with love. Heaven and man are one, and it is the earliest otaku in China.
Everyone in Buddhism knows it well. Purdue sentient beings, and they are in close contact with the masses. Naturally, they are better than Daomen in making money.
Ascending the mountainside, grandma and grandmother happily took Huayang to buy food, Li Xianyu stood on the steps and shouted to the rear: ”Cuihua, hurry up.”
The blood people stopped and stopped, taking various photos, and every time there was a lens sweep, Cuihua would stay in place, posing elegantly and coldly, or licking paws cute and playful. Sometimes I also actively go to the camera.
”Come here.” Cuihua responded dissatisfied, tilting her tail, and Ma Liu followed.
Grandmother and grandmother sat in front of a cow noodle stall and ordered a copy for everyone. Li Xianyu asked, ”What about the mother?”
Grandma: ”She doesn't have to eat, and she can't.”
Li Xianyu said solemnly: ”I'll have to order a bowl, too. I can't let my mother watch it.”
Huayang was moved.
The noodles were not cooked, and Li Xianyu strolled around alone, providing food and supplies everywhere, so a book stand not far away stood out.
There were many people squatting by the book stalls. Li Xianyu used to be busy. The stall owner was a middle-aged person sitting cross-legged.
At a glance, Li Xianyu saw a lot of very attractive book titles: ”The Real Coordinates of the Pantheon” ”Analysis: What Did Li Wuxiang Get in the Pantheon” ”The Disaster in the Northeast: The Rise and Fall of a Family” ”The Love Story of Wushuang War Soul”
Ok?
Grandma's romantic affairs? !!
Li Xianyu squeezed the crowd away and picked it up. The book contains some of the author's speculations and reveries on the soul of Wushuang Warfare, as well as a history of lace and wild life. There are suspicions of selling dog meat by hanging sheep's head. The author fabricated some ambiguous details between her and the descendants of successive generations, and the description is endless, which makes people look imaginative.
”Boss, how do you sell these books?” Li Xianyu said.
”A copy of 100 yuan, oh, yours is a matchless soul, a copy of 200 yuan.” The middle-aged boss said.