Chapter 895 (1/2)

The person who asked was a middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe and holding several painting scrolls in his hand. He was ordinary. There was no aura diffusion on his body, and his eyes were ordinary and without a trace of essence.

It gives people the feeling that he is really a Taoist who sells paintings. Maybe as long as he talks to people, he will sell his aphrodisiac pills and fortune telling.

Ning Tao has never seen this man.

”Do you buy paintings, sir?” The Taoist asked again.

Ning Tao shook his head. He was in no mood to buy any paintings.

”Maybe you should see my painting.” Said the Taoist.

Ning Tao didn't want to talk to him and stepped down the steps.

The Taoist priest opened a picture scroll at this time.

Ning Tao could not avoid seeing the picture scroll unfolded by the Taoist priest. When he saw what picture it was, his steps stopped and his sight could not be moved.

That painting is the six paths of reincarnation.

Although it's only a printed version of the six paths of reincarnation, how could an unknown Taoist sell the six paths of reincarnation to him?

Seeing the six paths of reincarnation, Ning Tao thought of a person who had disappeared for a long time, Hu Ji.

When Ning Tao was ready to ask something, the Taoist began to roll the painting and said, ”this painting is precious. If you want to see the authentic work, follow me.”

”She asked you to come?” Ning Tao asked.

The Taoist priest didn't answer, rolled up the scroll and turned to the entrance of University lane.

Ning Tao followed the Taoist priest. He didn't go far. He looked back at the shabby wooden door of Li blind massage shop, and his heart filled with complex feelings. That place used to be the place he regarded as home. Now he has lost the feeling of home. It has become more and more strange.

Even

It scared him.

Out of the University lane, a Wuling Hongguang parked on the roadside, and a female driver sat in the cab.

The female driver is an acquaintance. She is real person li Chuyi of Miao Ye.

When I see Li Chuyi, I don't need to guess who found him for the reason of selling paintings. It's really fox Ji.

”I won't go with you, Mr. Ning. Please get in the car.” The Taoist priest made an invitation to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao didn't move and casually asked, ”how do you know my last name is Ning?”

He used the Tianzi version of the lingfu of Yingu town on his body. He didn't say good and evil tripod. Even if he became a woman, he could recognize it, but the Taoist in front of him knew who he was as soon as he met. This was something strange to him.

The Taoist reached into his ear, took out a miniature receiver and said, ”I'm just an errand runner. Don't blame Mr. Ning.”

Ning Tao didn't ask him any more and went straight to the car.

When the door opened, another familiar face appeared. It was Yin Dasheng, the real white crane. He said, ”Mr. Ning, please come in.”

Ning Tao didn't move. He saw something. There was a laptop and a communicator on his knee. Just now, it was obvious that he was remotely controlling the Taoist priest, and then led him over with a printed version of the six paths of reincarnation.

It's actually easy for Yin Dasheng to judge whether he is Ning Tao, because only he can get in and out of that place.

At first glance, Ning Tao said, ”where are you taking me? If you don't make it clear, let me go with you. It's not appropriate.”

Yin Dasheng showed an embarrassed expression.

Li Chuyi looked back and said, ”my master wants to see you. She's outside the city and has something important to talk to you. There are spies everywhere. Don't you want to expose your identity?”

Ning Tao got into the car, sat next to Yin Dasheng, and then stretched out his hand to pull up the door.

Li Chuyi started the car, entered the driveway and drove to the West.

Cars come and go on the road, high-rise buildings fly, there are a variety of shop signs and billboards and all kinds of people. All this is very real and prosperous, but looking through the window, it feels like a dream.

More than a thousand years ago, it was the center of the world. In the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty, all countries came to Korea. But what is left in the end? It's just porcelain rubble, weathered stone tablets and bricks.

Ning Tao smiled bitterly. He didn't know why. He found that the more he knew, the more sentimental he became.

”Mr. Ning, the whole world is saying you're dead, but my master says you won't die. In fact, I don't believe you'll die. That's true.” Yin Dasheng broke the silence in the car.

Ning Tao also said, ”what will your master do this time? He hasn't been in touch for a while. Why did he suddenly come to me today?”

Yin Dasheng said, ”Mr. Ning, have you forgotten?”

Ning Tao was slightly stunned: ”what?”