The Chenghuang Temple should be located at the foot of Fushan Mountain, and the Yuewang Tower should have just emerged this year. It's hard to believe that he had never heard of it before. However, he still remembered that he had been to Fushan once two years ago. It seemed that there was a lot of construction work at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that work was already underway at that time.
Their Yuezhou City has been vigorously developing the ancient city tourism economy in recent years. Cangqiaofu Mountain, the hometown of Shusheng, and even the renovation of Zhuge Fairy Mountain far away in the corner of the city have all taken advantage of this wave.
Cangqiao Zhi Street has always been very lively, but Fushan Street has gradually lost its past bustle with the decline of the old city. However, the end of the street is connected to Cangqiao Zhi Street, and inward are ancient buildings from the Qing Dynasty, connecting It's located in Fushan Mountain, so it's quite lively if you keep coming. However, with the rise of the Chenghuang Temple Fair, Fuheng Street has returned to some of the bustle of previous years.
The further we walked in, the more people crowded there, and when we reached the Zhijie intersection, it was almost impossible to squeeze in.
"Dad, there are so many people! Otherwise we won't go in." Xu Yue didn't like this crowded environment. She went to the City God Temple Fair just on a whim. When she was frightened by this crowded scene, she lost interest and turned around. I just want to go back.
"Yuebao!" "Yuebao!"
"Ah, Ying Bao! Wow! Why are you here too?"
The father and daughter had just turned around, and before they had even taken two steps, they met two girls, Xu Yue's classmates. The relationship seemed to be pretty good. As soon as they met, they held hands and started jumping around.
"Is this your brother?" "I've never heard that you have a brother!"
"Damn it, this is my dad!" Xu Yue shouted.
"Hello, uncle!" "Hello, uncle! You look so handsome and young, in your twenties. We thought you were Xu Yue's brother at first. You guys look so much alike!"
"Haha! Thank you for the compliment." Everyone likes to hear compliments from others, especially in terms of age. Men and women are similar.
Since Xu Zhipeng began to practice Taoism, his appearance has also undergone great changes as his cultivation has improved day by day, becoming softer and more handsome, but he was careless and did not notice it.
He has a good mentality and has always looked younger than his peers, so he has long been used to it and has never paid attention to this issue. Now that these two little girls mentioned it, he realized it. His face was so deceptive, no wonder Li Xiaobai fell in love with him. Maybe it was his face that caused the trouble.
With the three girls performing a play, Xu Yue once again became interested in going to the City God's Temple. Without consulting Xu Zhipeng, she squeezed in along with the two female classmates. Xu Zhipeng had no choice but to follow behind them and not disturb them while they were talking about sex.
The little girls were chirping, chatting about all kinds of things, handsome boys and beautiful girls from all over the world, as if they had endless stories to talk about and endless topics to talk about. There were still many jokes that he didn't understand, and it was difficult for Xu Zhipeng to ask what they meant, which made him sigh that he might be old and the generation gap was deep.
After squeezing into the innermost part and arriving at the foot of Fushan Mountain, I saw only the Yuewang Temple and no sign of the City God Temple. After asking, people will know that there is only the City God Temple Fair, but where does the City God Temple come from?
What a big mistake!
"What the heck! I've been fooled!" the little girls all shouted.
"If you can't give him a big finger or a little finger, just give him a middle finger!" Xu Yue even stopped talking. Fortunately, she didn't extend her finger and was scolded by Xu Zhipeng.
"No nonsense!" Although the Yuewang Temple is not the City God's Temple, it is better than the City God's Temple. The name Yue also comes from the King of Yue. It has been around for thousands of years and has its own divinity.
This is equivalent to scolding a bald donkey in front of a monk in an ancient temple. No, it’s coming!
"The little god Wenzhong has met Master Hunyun! My king was very happy when he heard that Master Wenzhong came to visit. He specially ordered the little god to come and invite him. I hope the master can come and visit Yuewang Pavilion." The visiting god turned out to be the Prime Minister Wenzhong Wen. But it's not surprising. Wen Zhong's tomb was originally on this mountain, so it makes sense for him to serve his late lord.
Xu Zhipeng bowed to him, told his daughter a few words, and followed Wen Zhong up the mountain. He felt relieved to have his classmates with him.
The Yuewang Palace is also halfway up the mountain. Fushan is not high, so it can be reached in just a few steps.
"Please!" Wen Zhong invited sideways.
"Please!" Hunyun was not polite and walked into the hall first. The scenery changed and we came to a divine realm.
The background of the divine realm is also this mountain, but it is much taller than the mountain in the outside world. There are three thousand Yue soldiers at the foot of the mountain, practicing their military formations. The place he is standing seems to be the Yue King's Platform, where the Yue King once ordered his troops and sent generals.
"Master Hunyun, the King of Yue is already waiting for you in the main hall, please come!" Wen Zhong greeted him here, but this time Hunyun just nodded with a smile and walked over.
"Have friends come from afar!"
"The poor Taoist Hunyun has seen the King of Yue!" Hunyun bowed and performed a Taoist gesture. For this Yue King, as a Yuezhou native, he has had a sense of reverence since he was a child. Although later generations also have various prejudices against them, after all, they are just a small category, and their flaws cannot be concealed.
"I wonder why the King of Yue summoned Pindao here?"
"Haha, I heard a friend talk about Zhenren a few days ago. I happened to see Zhenren come to visit today, so I asked Ziqin to come out and invite me. Nothing happened. Have a glass of wine and make friends. We are all in this together. The children of Yuezhou always have time to help each other. Don't you think so!" The King of Yue did not sit on the throne, but stood at the door, waiting for Hunyun's arrival.
"The King of Yue is too polite. I don't dare to call you a real person. You can just call me Hunyun." Hunyun greeted him and quickly declined the title of real person. The so-called "Zhenren" refers to those who have attained the Tao through cultivation. Since ancient times, no one has dared to claim to have attained the Tao without joining the Foundation Establishment. Therefore, the term "Zhenren" is often an honorific term for those who have achieved Taoism above the Foundation Establishment. In front of outsiders, it was nothing to be called a real person, but in front of this old antique who had been around for thousands of years, he didn't dare to claim to be grand in vain, lest he make others laugh.
"Hahaha~" King Yue burst into laughter. "Master Hunyun is so humble. I have made friends with many Taoist monks, but I have never seen anyone with such a cultivation level as Master Hunyun. If the word "Master" is not applied to you, can it also be used to them? . Fellow Taoist Hunyun, there is no need to be polite!"
Hunyun frowned. As the saying goes, when you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something. His Royal Highness, the King of Yue, was so polite that he would not just invite him to meet and have a glass of water.
The banquet has been set up in the main hall and is made in ancient times. The King of Yue sat on the desk in the center, with Wen Zhong on the right and Hunyun kneeling on the left.
"This is Longshan wine that has been stored alone for thousands of years. You might as well try it and see how it tastes!" King Yue poured a glass of wine himself and raised his glass.
Hunyun is not a big drinker. He got drunk again two days ago, so he doesn't like wine too much. But he was invited by the King of Yue, so he couldn't lose his etiquette. So I poured myself half a glass and raised my glass to express my gratitude.
“Good wine!”
The wine tastes mellow and soft. Although Hunyun is not a good wine, I tasted it as a good rice wine. If it is true as the King of Yue said, this rice wine has been stored for thousands of years, then it can really be said to be a national treasure. Let him, a person who doesn't know how to drink, waste it like this, which can be regarded as a secret investment.
"If you like it, fellow Taoist, I will ask Ziqin to give you a few jars of rice wine when you return. Although I am poor, I can still give you a few jars of rice wine." The King of Yue said with a smile.
"Is this coming?" Hunyun asked secretly. He did not brush off King Yue's kindness, straightened up and expressed his gratitude to King Yue. As the King of Yue said, a few jars of thousand-year-old rice wine are nothing to him, a king who has existed for thousands of years. If he doesn't accept it, it will appear that he is being too pretentious.
He poured himself another glass and raised it to drink. "Junior, I would like to thank you King Yue for your kindness by borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha."
"Hahaha, Taoist Master is a cheerful person, and I just like to interact with people like you. Please!"
The three of them drank wine together. After three rounds of wine, the King of Yue put down his wine cup. Sighed deeply. "Alas~"
"What do you mean, Your Majesty? Why are you sighing like this?" Hunyun asked knowingly. He knew that since he came here, he had fallen into the trap of the King of Yue. If you can't hide, just be a bachelor and admit it. This will also make you look more generous. As long as His Highness the King of Yue's request is not outrageous, he is willing to serve him. The King of Yue is the City God. In any case, he considers himself to be the people under his rule. His ancestors have received his blessings from generation to generation, and he dare not or forget them.
