The Little Taoist Priest Picked up an Enemy of a Wealthy Family on the Bridge.

Xu Zhifei has been down the mountain for five years, and his greatest skill is not fortune-telling, but fooling around. Helping the aunt to find dogs and the uncle to find ducks, relying on the ability of "observation combined with wisdom" to make a prosperous life in Qingshi Town - but the rent can hardly be paid. That day, he set up a stall at the bridge as usual. The business was not open, but he came back with a man covered in blood. The man is good-looking but has a bad temper. When he opens his mouth, he says, "Go away." Xu Zhifei: "You go ahead. Don't blame me if you leave Dufa." Later, the down-and-out prince of the TYX Group moved into Po Tao Temple and was forced to drink bitter medicine, bask in the sun, and go to the bridge to work as a "frontman" every day. Ning Muyu had never been so angry in his life. But he has never eaten such delicious braised pork. The wind blowing by the bridge makes people sleepy, the jujube trees in the Taoist temple are crooked in a very characteristic way, and the old yellow dog still runs to the scrapyard every day—— The days passed so slowly, until those people hiding in the dark finally showed their fangs.