In Yangzhou City, fifty miles south of the city, there is a Taoist temple called Qingyun Temple. Relying on the incense money provided by the wealthy households in the south of the city, there is an endless stream of people seeking luck all year round. There is plenty of money, and the surroundings of the Taoist temple are maintained with great care. The green mountains and green waters nourish the blessed land. Every day, the sky light falls into the forest and the clouds and mist rise, making it look like a fairyland on earth.
At noon, two carved carriages drove out from the Shen family in the south of the city, guarded by ten servants, six maids, and two mothers.
Today is the death anniversary of Shen Qinglan's mother. Every year she goes to Qingyun Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. Since his father Shen Wanjing became bedridden three years ago, Shen Qinglan has been taking care of most of the Shen family's business.
In the carriage, Shen Qinglan looked through the stacked account books at hand. The beauty ranked fifth on the beauty list has the gentleness and elegance of a Jiangnan woman. In the past few years, she has been doing business, and her eyebrows have become more capable and decisive. The Liuxian customized by Jiangjia Silk House The skirt perfectly outlined her curves, and as she flipped through her account books, the fragrance of gardenia lingered on her skirt.
The maid Shen Meng was copying Buddhist scriptures at the side. With each stroke, the small regular script with hairpin flowers appeared on the paper. Shen Meng's beauty is on par with Shen Qinglan's, and people who don't know her well will definitely recognize the two as sisters.
After flipping through two pages, Shen Qinglan looked up, and the beady shadow hanging from the green hosta above her head swayed. The hosta was left by her mother, and she never left her body. The slender phoenix eyes looked at the time through the window lintel, and asked: "Is it time to come back in the autumn evening?"
Shen Meng tilted his head to look at her, and replied with a chuckle: "I asked someone to ask the people from the Sihai Escort Bureau this morning, and I guess that after Miss Lin finishes offering the incense, Miss Lin will go into the city."
Shen Qinglan opened a page of the account book and scratched the paper with her green nails, "It's the same for this damn girl. It takes several months for her to go out, and this letter comes. It's useless for me to worry about her safety every day. "
While speaking, Shen Meng had already written a few more lines of scriptures, without raising his head, and said: "Miss, Miss Lin can't even recognize all the words, so don't embarrass her. She didn't think of you when she came back and brought you so much." A local specialty.”
Shen Qinglan glared back, picked up the account book and lightly hit Shen Meng on the ankle, "You are the only one who talks a lot. Hurry up and copy the scriptures. We will be at Qingyun Temple soon."
It was quiet again in the car.
The car drove all the way to Qingyun Temple. The Shen family's carriage has a separate parking place at Qingyun Temple. Shen Qinglan was helped out of the carriage by Shen Meng, and the two old ladies accompanying him took out two wooden boxes from another carriage. One box contained old tribute clothes, and the other contained ingots and candles.
The master and servant went up the stone steps, followed closely by the old woman.
Not far from the foot of the mountain, there is a simple pavilion for people to rest, and a variety of tea, wine, and incense candles are also sold. Next to the pergola, there is a farmer in a raincoat selling melons. He lies on a rocking chair and uses a cattail leaf fan to sweep flies on the melons. The green-skinned and red-flesh melons have been soaked in well water beforehand, so they taste refreshing and thirst-quenching.
The farmer's house is pretended to be Zhu Sanhuai, and the pergola also belongs to Guinong Villa.
As soon as the Shen family's carriage arrived, Zhu Sanhuai took out a bronze mirror, pretended to straighten his face, and reflected the skylight onto the glazed tiles of Qingyun Temple.
On the roof of the main hall of Qingyun Temple, Jun Bubai was drinking alone, with a few empty wine jars thrown away at his feet. When the skylight came in, he drank a few sips of the wine in his hand, put down the wine jar, stood up and patted the dust, spread his hands to stretch his muscles, and stopped at the door, waiting for Shen Qinglan's figure.
There is a towering ancient cypress in front of the main hall of Qingyun Temple. It has grown for thousands of years. It has aged well and has been blessed with luck for thousands of years. It has also made the hexagram booth under the tree tainted with fairy spirit. Every time someone asks for a fortune, it is extremely effective. The old Taoist behind the hexagram stall was taking a nap in the shade. A voluptuous woman walked into the hexagram stall with a slender willow waist, pulled out a red stick from the tube, handed it to the old Taoist who solved the hexagram, and asked delicately about the hexagram.
At the bottom of the mountain, a cute and honest little fat man came to Zhu Sanhuai's melon stall. He was sweating profusely. He dropped a silver ingot and punched the green-skinned watermelon open. The watermelon broke into two halves. He picked up half of it with one hand and wolfed it down. .
Shen Qinglan and Shen Meng walked to the gate and stopped to pay homage. The scene stirred up emotions, and I remembered that when I was a child, my mother took me to watch and burn incense. My heart palpitated, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of my eyes. Shen Meng wiped away her tears, and the two of them walked into the courtyard and bowed again under the ancient cypress. The two old ladies placed tributes on the altar table under the ancient cypress, lit ingot candles, and burned old clothes. The blue smoke goes straight up, expressing my thoughts.
After the tribute incense burned out, Shen Qinglan was helped into the main hall by Shen Meng and knelt down. The old Taoist priest in front of the temple led the two of them to kneel down in front of the statue. Shen Meng grabbed the old man and wanted to go to the merit box to add some incense money for the young lady.
Jun Bubai jumped off the eaves before Shen Qinglan stepped into the courtyard, pretending to be a young man offering incense, dressed plainly in white. Shen Qinglan was the only one left in the main hall. Jun Bubai rushed towards the hall. The enchanting woman who had been asking questions under the ancient cypress suddenly appeared, stepped on the air, and fell into his arms with an ouch.
The woman shook the silk handkerchief in her hand, and a gust of fragrant wind penetrated Jun Bubai's nose. When Jun Bubai helped the woman up, the woman's snake-like eyes showed surprise. She thanked her softly and coyly, limped and walked away on the bluestone. Only then did Jun Bubai realize that Shen Qinglan was already in the main hall. There was no trace, and neither was the enchanting snake-like woman.
Using his strength, he jumped into the hall with light skills. The fragrance of gardenia on Shen Qinglan's sleeves and the smell of mutton remained in the hall.
Ordinary pilgrims would take a bath at home before going up the mountain. The Taoist priests in the Taoist temple practiced meditation all year round, so naturally they would not be contaminated with such strange and transcendent food. Someone must have kidnapped Shen Qinglan. I have been working in the kitchen of Tianxialou all year round, and my nose is very sensitive to the smell of sheep mutton. I followed the smell and found that the smell of sheep mutton went all the way up the mountain and wandered in and out of the forest.
Staying away from people and wielding a sword, Jun Bubai walked through the mountains and forests, occasionally using his sword to cut off the branches blocking the road. After chasing for half a cup of tea, he saw an old sheepherder wearing an old sheepskin coat running with a white stone in his arms. The smell comes from him, and the white stone in his hand emits a faint fragrance of gardenia.
Raising his hand, three saber intents flew out, blocking the old sheepherder's front and left. The old sheepherder seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of the mountain forest. He did not look back and moved left and right, using the vegetation in the forest to avoid the knife's intention. He climbed up on his short body and got into the low shrubs. The shrubs made the sound of rustling snakes.
The bush was too unsightly, so four more slashes of the knife cut it open, and the old sheepherder huddled inside was covered with broken branches and leaves. The old sheepherder's chapped red face was filled with anger. He jumped out from the bush, but always protected Bai Shi. He spoke in a Chang'an dialect and said while running away, "You little boy, why have I offended you? I'm chasing you like this." Reluctant to give up."
Speaking in the Chang'an dialect, Jun Bubai guessed the old man's identity to a good degree. The person Bai Xiaosheng said was from Chang'an, and said sternly: "Put down that white stone in your hand."
The old sheepherder was still running away. He jumped up on the tree crown and huddled up to avoid the overgrown branches from scratching the white stone. He complained: "It's just a broken stone, and you're chasing the old man away. It's all over the mountains and plains. Why?" I have to give this piece to the goose."
As the old man spoke, he pulled out a sheep whip from his waist and swung it towards the tree trunks on both sides. When the whip sound fell, the tree trunks on both sides turned into two white sheep, making a bleating sound, and stepped on the ground with their four hooves. Jun Bubai collided with him. Jun Bubai raised his sword in the air. One white sheep supported the bottom and bowed its body. The other white sheep used the force to jump on the sheep's back and jumped into the air. Jun Bubai had never seen such a scene before. He dodged. If he fails, he will be knocked away by Aries.
Aries landed on the ground, and the two sheep began to use their strength to collide with him.
Jun Bubai threw out two saber intents in an instant, and the white sheep was split open by the saber intents and turned into four pieces of dead wood.
Jun Bubai used his sword again to catch up with the old sheepherder.
The old sheepherder recognized Jun Bubai's sword intention and shouted: "Your son is Jun Ruyi's man."
The old sheepherder stopped running away, turned over and landed on the ground. He took off his old sheepskin coat and spread it on the ground. He placed the white stone gently on the sheepskin coat. The old sheepherder shook his whip, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Back then, the old man withdrew from the world and returned to his hometown to herd sheep. As a result, Jun Ruyi, who had suffered a thousand swords, competed in Huashan Mountain, splitting Huashan Mountain with one sword, and split Huashan Mountain into two. His saber intent traveled thousands of miles from Huashan Mountain before stopping. Where it passed, there were ravines that were difficult to fill, and even the Yellow River changed its course to form the mouth of the pot. All the sheep on the mountain were hacked to death. Old Man Goose The fields where geese are planted are also flooded, so I swear that if I meet Jun Ruyi’s descendant in this life, I will let him taste the power of the old man’s goose.”
There are stories in the world. Twenty-five years ago, Sword Emperor Ruyi entered the realm of immortality for the first time and climbed to the top of the Huashan Sword Sect. He only used one sword. His sword intent spanned the heaven and earth and divided Huashan Mountain into two. The sword intent did not stop and rushed thousands of miles away. Wherever it passes, the ravine winds, and where the sword stops, the Yellow River changes its course and forms the mouth of the pot. The water of the Yellow River pours back, and the sound of the turbid waves is like thunder.
You are not in vain, the world is so vast, how much do your parents’ enemies occupy? A few days ago, I met Demon Lord Jiangnan, and today I met the old sheepherder again. He was about to reply: "He will not bear the debts of his parents."
The old sheepherder waved his whip in his hand, and the grass and trees swept away by the whip turned into white sheep. The sheep ran towards Jun Bubai. The white devoured the mountains and forests, and the green color gradually decreased. Jun Bubai was submerged in the white.
There is a bamboo forest on the mountainside of Qingyun Temple. On the bamboo pole with a thick arm, an enchanting woman is wrapped around like a snake. She is playing with the divination stick in her hand with her red nails dyed with impatiens. She is looking at the mountain forest and murmuring, "Why hasn't the old Taoist Baishi come yet?"
A sudden wind blew in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves fell one after another. A sharp bamboo leaf split the divination stick in the woman's hand into two. The woman felt the killing intent and looked up. She saw Fairy Ye dressed in red standing at the top of the bamboo forest, overlooking her.
Just now Fairy Ye was hiding on the ancient cypress of Qingyun Temple and saw the trick the woman used on Jun Bubai.
The woman's face was startled. She twisted her body and landed in the bamboo forest. Her soft body crawled into a snake, "You are ruthless as Fei Hua."
The rain of bamboo leaves stopped, one red leaf fell, the second, and the third, the green bamboo forest was dyed through the red leaves, like a sword. The mangosteens were chopped crisply by the red leaves, clattering to the ground and breaking the new shoots. The woman danced seductively in the red leaves all over the sky. Every time she climbed up a section of mangosteen, it was cut off by the red leaves. The sharpness of the mangosteen's cross section was equally dangerous. During the turn, several cuts were cut on the body, and bright red blood appeared.
The woman was struggling to dodge among the red leaves. She was best at seducing with sex, but she had no advantage in front of Ye Xianzi, who was known as the fairy who fell into the mortal world.
"Kong Xuan, where did you die?" the woman bit her lip and shouted.
The sound of panpipes sounded in the bamboo forest, and a man in green shirt who blended in with the bamboo forest flashed out from behind a green bamboo and said mockingly: "I remember before we left, you patted your chest and said that no one else needed to intervene."
Ye Xianzi was also surprised. She had only felt the woman's breath before, and was not aware of the presence of another person in the bamboo forest. The red light flashed in the hand, and the red sleeve was held in the hand.
The man in green shirt stood in front of the woman, clasping his fists, "I'm going to pay homage to Fairy Ye. Here are the twelve students of Qimen, Shen Hou, Kong Xuan, and behind me is Si Snake, Yun Li. I came to Yangzhou today to serve the empress." I hope Fairy Ye can do it for you."
After the man revealed his identity, a little monkey swung out from the bamboo forest, landed on his shoulder, and gnawed on a peach.
The twelve zodiac animals of the Qi family are subordinate to the Empress of Chang'an. They are arranged according to the twelve zodiac signs, each performing their own duties and doing secret things.
Fairy Ye's eyes always stayed on Yunli, "I don't want to know the rules of your Chang'an. Today is just a personal grudge. She touched someone she shouldn't have touched."
Kong Xuan took out a red porcelain bottle from his sleeve. The little monkey on his shoulder took the porcelain bottle and jumped next to Yunli, handing it to her. The bottle contained golden sore medicine. "Fairy Ye should be merciful. If we delay here, the young master may be in danger. Old Taoist Baishi is about to enter the realm of immortality. He can't win."
Kong Xuan looked up at the top of the mountain. The white clouds floating in the blue sky were about to turn into white sheep at this moment. He said casually, "Even if the fairy is not worried, one against two, the fairy's chance of winning is not very high."
The movement on the mountain caused everyone who was burning incense at Qingyun Temple to flee. Shen Meng searched for the lady in the hall for a long time, but could not find the lady. She cried so hard that she lost the lady while burning incense. How could she go back to work?
The two old ladies dragged her out of the crowd. Shen Meng was still crying, "What should I do? The young lady is lost."
The elderly woman said calmly: "We will continue to search here. You quickly go back to the city to bring reinforcements and find more people to come up the mountain."
Shen Meng relaxed a little, said goodbye to the old lady, and ran down the mountain crying.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain dispersed. Shen Meng told his servants to go to the Shen family to find someone, and he took a car alone and went to the city gate to wait for Lin Qiuwan. As long as Lin Qiuwan comes back, the lady will be fine.
In front of Zhu Sanhuai's melon stall, the little fat man eating melons swept all the watermelons into his stomach, burped, and began to walk slowly up the mountain.
Zhu Sanhuai just wanted to stop him at this moment, but he couldn't reveal his identity, so he stood up and said, "Why don't you pay for the melon?"
The little fat man was tall and round, but his temperament was completely different. He blinked his childlike eyes and blushed, "I just gave you money."
"When did you give me the money?" Zhu Sanhuai followed the example of a scoundrel and twisted the ingot given by the fat man into a ball behind his back.
When Zhu Sanhuai said this, the fat man was a little confused and began to question whether he had given it to him just now. However, the signal from the mountain urged him urgently and he could not delay, so he took out another ingot from his arms and handed it to Zhu Sanhuai.
Zhu Sanhuai did not pick up the Yuanbao, but lay down on the ground and acted like a fool, hugging the fat man's legs and crying in mourning. Most of the wealthy pilgrims who burned incense on the mountain fled with their servants. The rest were all spies from Guinong Villa. Everyone surrounded the fat man and started scolding him.
The fat man was already thin-skinned, and he didn't know how to refute for a moment. He threw the ingot in his hand on the ground beside Zhu Sanhuai, thinking that he would give him money to settle the matter.
Zhu Sanhuai still refused to give up, "Oh, everyone is criticizing me. He ate the entire watermelon in my stall. He didn't give me any money. He humiliated me like this. Although I work hard from dawn to dusk, I still have dignity." Yes, you are slapping me in the face, no, slapping us poor people in the face.”
While Zhu Sanhuai was rolling around, he used his fingers to pinch the muscles and bones of the fat man's ankles, but it felt like touching copper and iron, and his fingers were about to be broken.
The fat man was extremely anxious and stamped his feet. Zhu Sanhuai and the others were thrown several feet away. Zhu Sanhuai had six broken ribs and vomited blood. The fat man bowed deeply, placed all the gold coins in his arms on the ground, and said with concern: "Uncles, this is the money for medical treatment. You can divide it among yourself. I am really in a hurry."
The little fat man ran on the mountain road as fast as lightning.
The twelve births of Qimen, Haizhu, and Wujin.
Zhu Sanhuai was helped up by everyone and given a reassurance that he could not intervene without the owner's order. He was extremely anxious.
Yangzhou Tianxia Stairs, Su Lingdang stepped onto the third floor. On the stairs, he took out the kitchen knife behind his waist and knocked twice on the handrail. The bell in his hand jingled.
There is a warm sunny place in the patio of the three-story roof. A noble prince is lying on his side with a paper fan gently waving. The butterfly on the paper fan in his hand is lifelike.
Hearing the sound of the bell, the noble prince opened his eyes, his eyes full of spring light, raised the corners of his mouth, and joked in a bohemian tone: "Hey, how come Mr. Su has time to go up to these three floors today?"
Su Lingdang naturally had a bad look on her face and said arrogantly, "Do me a favor."
The noble master sat up from the roof beam and shook the paper fan gently. A butterfly flew out from the paper fan and fluttered on his fingertips. "Help must come at a price. Mr. Su personally cooked for me for a month." , I’ll go.”
Su Lingdang pointed at the noble master with a bright kitchen knife, gritted her teeth and said, "Seven days."
The noble prince shook his head, "Seven days is a little short!"
Su Lingdang had exhausted all her patience. She took off her kitchen knife and stuck it on the roof beam, hitting the noble master's crotch. "Zhuang Mengxing, don't force me to hit you."
Zhuang Mengxing jumped up from the roof beam, covered in cold sweat, pulled out the kitchen knife, turned over and landed in front of Su Lingdang, handed the kitchen knife back, trying to smooth things over, "Seven days is seven days, the poster has already spoken, how can I disobey, the poster even though Just give the order."
Su Lingdang inserted the kitchen knife back into her waist, frowned slightly, walked to the east-facing window, pushed it open and looked in the direction of Qingyun Temple, "Go to Qingyun Temple and pick up my brother."
"It turns out to be my brother-in-law."
As soon as Zhuang Mengxing finished speaking, he struck two kitchen knives, one toward his heart and the other toward his crotch.
Just as the two kitchen knives were about to get closer, Zhuang Mengxing shook his paper fan gently, and a few butterflies flew out and turned into butterflies and flew away.
"Remember to bring them back safely." Su Lingdang warned at the window. Zhuang Mengxing left, leaving her alone on the third floor, melancholy by the window with her hands on her hands.
A white horse ran past the street. Lin Qiuwan, half-breasted, straddled the horse and ran toward the south of the city. A bright silver gun in her right hand flashed in the sky. There was also a long gun wrapped in leather at the horse's belly. Maid Shen Meng hugged her waist tightly.
Lin Qiuwan of the Sihai Escort, the daughter of the spear king Lin Zhenjiang, and the queen of the Overlord of Western Chu, has a Tangxue and a Libai spear, just like the Overlord is alive.
