Zhao Yisu was a little creepy.
Tomb of the Saint?
A cemetery was built before the saint died?
How can a good reception banquet be like setting it up in the underworld?
She was not the only one who felt this sense of disobedience. Gu Qianning, who was beside her, could not help but silently move closer to her, while Ren Jinghua and other people from the Demon Killing Hall looked wary.
The same round-headed Baekje monk chanted a Buddhist name and tried to ease the atmosphere by asking: "Why did your sect hold a banquet at the tomb of the saint?"
Ping Junhua: "Yes, since it is a forbidden area, why did you bring us in?"
Chao Shan said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong. Penglai Pavilion will hold memorial ceremonies for the deceased saints every leap month and leap day. The saint's tomb is the place where the saints' spiritual tablets are placed. Penglai Pavilion is different from the outside customs. The memorial must be held more lively, and we believe that the happiness of the living is the greatest comfort to the victims."
Ping Junhua breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it."
Baekje monk: "Your sect is open-minded, but we are superficial."
Chao Shan: "Please come inside."
The group of people followed her inside, and Zhao Yisu thought over and over in his mind what Chao Shan said: The happiness and peace of the living is the greatest comfort to the victims... Victims? What did she mean when she used these three words to describe the late saint?
Could it be that being made a saint means she is destined to sacrifice for the sect? How come she has never heard of the saying that the saint of Penglai Pavilion sacrificed herself?
"Here we are, right here."
Chao Shan's words made Zhao Yisu look up from his deep thoughts, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
It is hard to imagine that there is such a large open space in the winding cave. After it has been decorated with Penglai Pavilion, it is no worse than a palace. There are dozens of maids standing on the left and right, Banxia and Zhuru have been included in the ranks of maids, and the etiquette is very thorough.
The master of the pavilion, Jiangchun Zhenren, is sitting at the top of the center. He has a childlike look, expensive but not flashy clothes, and has the demeanor of a pavilion master. In addition, on the left and right sides were several real people from the sixth rank of Penglai Pavilion. Among them, Zhao Yisu recognized at a glance the simple-dressed real person Tianwei, who was surrounded by flowers and dressed like a parrot with feathers. Nineteenth son.
The guests were seated on both sides, with the same plates and drinks placed on each seat. The open space in the middle of the hall is covered with gorgeous carpets. Looking at the specially woven circular shape in the middle of the carpet, it looks a bit like a place for singing and dancing performances.
The only difference between the whole scene and an ordinary banquet, and the most inconsistent thing, is that the main wall of the hall is not hung with murals and treasures, but with tablets one by one, densely covering the entire wall.
The tablet is carved with excellent wood. Even if you are far away, you can still feel the heavy aroma wafting from the wood.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Chao Shan greeted, and everyone found a seat to sit down.
Zhao Yisu was about to sit next door to Gu Qianning, but a maid took the initiative to lead him away: "Master Zhao Xian, please come this way."
This voice... was the maid I heard at the bottom of the cliff last night!
Zhao Yisu couldn't help but glance at her. This maid looked more stable than Zhu Ru, Ban Xia and others. Her hairstyle and attire were also a little different, and she looked a bit like a housekeeper.
"You don't know what to call this sister?"
"I dare not. My servant Zhu Sha is the attendant of the saint. She has been staying in Penglai Pavilion to help the saint with chores, so I have never met you." Zhu Sha led her to Jiang Yunchen and motioned for the two of them to sit on the same bed.
The nine people traveling with her all shared a table, but she and Jiang Yunchen were the only ones arranged this way.
Zhao Yisu exchanged glances with Jiang Yunchen, and when Jiang Yunchen nodded towards her, signaling her not to act rashly, he had no choice but to sit down next to Jiang Yunchen.
Jiang Yunchen pushed the empty cup in front of her and poured her a cup of tea. Zhao Yisu felt that everyone's eyes were on this side, even Gu Qianning was casting gossipy glances, so he had to hide his uncomfortable expression and calmly accepted Jiang Yunchen's tea bowl.
It seemed that the people in Penglai Pavilion had somehow found out about their fake relationship... Zhao Yisu didn't expect Jiang Yunchen's casual lie, and that he had to be responsible for after-sales service, so he couldn't help but glance at him.
Jiang Yunchen took a sip of tea calmly and said, "Don't you want to drink it? Penglai Island's gel tea is not available outside."
Zhao Yisu brought the cow over and took a sip. Even a person like her who didn't understand tea could realize the benefits of this gel tea. It was mellow and sweet in the mouth and had an endless aftertaste.
Just as she was savoring the fragrance in her mouth, she saw Jiang Yunchen beside her watching her silently, casting an extremely doting and concerned look at her...?
Jiang Yunchen even raised his sleeves to wipe the corners of her mouth: "Look, why do you drink so carelessly..."
"Pfft!" Zhao Yisu couldn't hold it back and sprayed a mouthful of tea directly on Jiang Yunchen's face, and then coughed violently: "Cough cough cough..."
She saw obvious anger in Jiang Yunchen's eyes, but the anger was fleeting. Jiang Yunchen used magic to clean up the stains on his face. He smiled but gritted his teeth and said, "Drink slowly." and patted Zhao Yisu. back.
Outsiders looked at the intimacy and affection, but Zhao Yisu could feel that the hand he was slapping on the back was secretly exerting force. If she hadn't used her spiritual power to block it, Jiang Yunchen's slap would have scratched her face into the table board. Can't dig it out.
Chao Shan, who had been observing the interaction between the two, smiled unnaturally: "I heard outside that the two proud men of Fuxi Mountain are a pair of monks. It turns out that it is not entirely a rumor? Although our Penglai Pavilion has many etiquettes, But it’s not a place to kill people’s desires. You two don’t have to be too restrained. If we had told you earlier, we could have arranged a large bedroom for you two.”
Zhao Yisu didn't know how to answer. Jiang Yunchen obviously wanted her to cooperate in the show, and he didn't know what medicine was being sold in the gourd.
There was a seventh-grade boss in the palace. Zhao Yisu did not dare to send a message to Jiang Yunchen without knowing the enemy's situation, so she had no choice but to cooperate and smile without saying a word.
Fortunately, Master Jiangchun brought the topic back: "You have traveled thousands of miles to the island to eliminate evil and promote good..." He said a lot of scene words, which probably meant thanking and welcoming. He also said: "Today's banquet is not only a memorial ceremony, but also a banquet for your grand journey. Please have a drink and wish you a triumphant victory!"
Master Jiangchun took the lead in raising his glass, and everyone at the table raised their glasses to drink together.
Then, a group of gorgeously dressed beauties came from all directions and danced in the center of the hall. The dance is naturally beautiful, but it seems particularly inconsistent under the wall full of memorial tablets.
After the singing and dancing, the memorial ceremony entered the formal process. Various complicated rituals were performed in front of everyone. Sometimes they lit lanterns to pray for blessings, and sometimes they scattered flowers and wine... Monk Zhao Yisu Zhang Er was confused. It was not only her, but also Ren Jinghua and Gu Qianning. The faces of the others also showed a look of impatience, but they were just trying hard to restrain themselves.
Everyone is here to slay demons. The time is tight and the tasks are heavy. From the avalanche to the current memorial ceremony, things have been delayed for several days and there is no progress at all. What exactly does Penglai Pavilion want to do?
Chao Shan: "Now comes the last part of the memorial ceremony. Congratulations from all five elements. I would also like to ask all fellow Taoists to do a small favor."
Following the saint's words, everyone raised their heads and looked at her.
At this time, the maid Zhusha stepped forward and held a crystal clear crystal ore on the tray in her hand: "Please ask the monks with the five spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth to put some spiritual power on the crystal, and let the saint personally enshrine it on the spiritual platform. Before, let’s requiem the souls of the deceased.”
