"The old woodcutter cuts firewood, bundles green pines, and carries green locust trees. The wild grass is vast outside the autumn mountains~~~"
White clouds rolled in, the mountains and rivers were far away, a clear and melodious song sounded on Yuquan Peak, a young man wearing a green haze jade unicorn robe stood on the rocks and sang loudly.
In the forest of Yuquan Peak Mountain, a woodcutter wearing a short brown cloth, a straw hat on his head, and carrying firewood on his shoulders raised his head and glanced at the top of the mountain.
Immediately, the woodcutter put down the firewood, put his left hand on his hips, wiped the sweat with his right arm, and sang: "The clouds pass by the top of the mountain when you go up, and the water comes from the stone stream when you go down. If I don't go up, I won't go down. I'll just sit and watch the flowers bloom all over the mountain."
Fang Jian laughed when he heard this and said, "Are there any mortals in Xihua Prefecture?"
The woodcutter replied, "No."
Fang Jian asked again: "Since there are no mortals, where did the mountain woodcutter come from?"
The woodcutter asked: "Are there any mortals in heaven?"
Fang Jian said: "No."
The woodcutter asked again: "Since there are no mortals, where did the palaces and buildings come from?"
Fang Jian said: "The palace buildings are necessary for the majesty of the heaven and where the duties of the immortal officials are located."
The woodcutter said: "The woodcutter in the mountains is what you need for practice and experience. It is where the Taoist heart is free."
With a flash of golden light, Fang Jian sacrificed the Emperor Tai Qi Brick.
The woodcutter below saw it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Could it be that if the old man chops some firewood, the mountain god will beat me?"
Fang Jian asked: "Where did you come from, this evildoer, who dared to deceive me? You are not just here to cut firewood, you are obviously here to inquire, right?"
The woodcutter asked: "The tiger said that I was transformed into a monster. Is it because there are no mortals in Xihua Prefecture?"
Fang Jian said: "Not bad."
The woodcutter asked again: "Then how do you know that I am not a Taoist or a Buddhist?"
Hearing this, Fang Jian looked at it carefully, then nodded and said: "You are right, I don't think you have any demonic aura... So tell me, are you from Taoism or Buddhism?"
The woodcutter said: "The tiger will know who I am later on. Dare you ask the tiger if I can come to Yuquan Peak to collect firewood in the future?"
"Okay." Fang Jian nodded and put away the Emperor's Qi Brick, and said, "But you have to express your gratitude during the Eighth Festival of Heaven and Earth, right?"
"It's natural." The woodcutter nodded repeatedly and was about to speak again when he suddenly looked towards the sky and saw a fire cloud flying towards here.
"Heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals are here." The woodcutter raised his head and said, "Are you here to take away the big white crane?"
Fang Jian glanced at the woodcutter and said, "This is none of your business."
The woodcutter smiled lightly and didn't mind. He just walked into the forest again and started collecting firewood.
Fang Jian looked at the woodcutter who entered the forest with a deep look. He had just scanned the man's cultivation with the editor and found out that he was a true immortal.
But in just the blink of an eye, Wu Tongjun and his heavenly soldiers and generals had already flown to Yuquan Peak. With a wave of his command flag, the clouds within a thousand miles radius instantly disappeared, and the sky suddenly turned blue.
"Huh?" Wutongjun was about to speak when his eyes suddenly turned sharp and he looked down halfway up Yuquan Peak.
"Where do fellow Taoists come from?" Wutongjun said, his voice coming down like rolling thunder.
The woodcutter put down his hatchet, raised his head, clasped his fist towards Wutongjun and said, "The woodcutter in Mingquan Mountain has seen Wutongjun envoy."
Wutongjun glanced at it and then said: "This is where the Duanjie Mountain God's Mansion is located. Fellow Taoist, do you know?"
The woodcutter nodded and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Wutong, I will show up openly and openly, and I will not do anything to harm the immortal officials in heaven."
"Okay." Mr. Wutong nodded and ignored the woodcutter. Instead, he said to Fang Jian who was climbing up the cloud: "Sir, I have been ordered by Master Weisheng to escort Hong Yuanhua to the heaven for trial. cut."
Fang Jian cupped his fists and said, "I'm reporting to Wutongjun that Hong Yuanhua is here. Please check and accept it."
Wutongjun nodded slightly, then pressed the cloud head himself, and then flew around Hong Yuanhua.
"Yes, I have been verified and taken away." Wu Tongjun waved his command flag and said.
Above the fire cloud, amid the rumbling drums, three hundred and sixty magic warriors descended from the clouds, grabbed the demon-binding rope wrapped around Yuquan Peak, and then untied it and pulled it sharply.
Hong Yuanhua's huge body was immediately pulled under the fire cloud and hung in the air.
"Gods, please slow down!" At this time, a loud shout came from the distance, and then a white cloud light flashed past, and Lan Shaojun drove the white cloud to the front of Yuquan Peak.
"Gods, please be patient, can you allow the little demon to say a few words to him?" Lan Shaojun bowed to Wutongjun.
Wutongjun glanced at Lan Shaojun and said, "Who are you?"
Lan Shaojun said quickly: "The little demon is the eldest son of Mingyue Cave Demon Mansion, Lan Shaojun."
Fang Jian asked from the side: "Are you here to see me off?"
Lan Shaojun nodded and said: "Yes, the demon Ni Hong Yuanhua and I have a brotherhood. Please allow me to see him off."
When Fang Jian heard this, he said to Wutongjun: "Your Majesty, demons are affectionate and righteous. As immortal officials in heaven and role models in all worlds, we should grant this invitation."
Wutongjun nodded and said: "The tiger said so." Then he said to Lan Shaojun: "I will give you just one stick of incense."
Lan Shaojun was overjoyed when he heard this and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you so much for the envoy Wutong, and thank you to the mountain god."
Then Lan Shaojun flew to Hong Yuanhua, glanced at him, and said sadly: "Yuanhua, you made a big mistake this time."
Hong Yuanhua sighed and said, "What's the use of talking about this now? If I don't succeed in reincarnation in the next life, you have to help me and don't let me suffer too much."
Lan Shaojun gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Well, don't worry, even if you are reincarnated as a human, I will go find you."
Hong Yuanhua asked: "Did the ancestor ask you to send it to me?"
"..." Lan Shaojun was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Hong Yuanhua smiled, "Hahaha, don't lie to me. Your expression is obviously lying. I know you too well."
Seeing this, Lan Shaojun could only whisper: "Ancestor also had no choice but to do it for the Mingyue Cave Demon Mansion... He didn't let me come, but I insisted on coming."
"Hahaha, he had no choice? Could it be that marrying that Yu Ji was also a last resort?" There was inevitably some sarcasm in Hong Yuanhua's words.
When Lan Shaojun heard this, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "No, the ancestor really had no choice in this matter, and he was also harmed..."
Halfway through, Lan Shaojun suddenly remembered that Fang Jian, the creator of the figurines, was nearby, so he immediately stopped explaining.
Hong Yuanhua sighed and said: "My ancestor didn't let anyone come to see me off. I don't blame him, but he shouldn't marry that woman. My Mingyue Cave Demon Mansion will be destroyed because of this woman."
Lan Shaojun frowned and said, "Yuan Hua, what you said is too serious. It's not enough."
Hong Yuanhua looked at Lan Shaojun and finally whispered: "Be careful."
"Huh?" Lan Shaojun asked doubtfully, "What are you careful about?"
Hong Yuanhua cast his gaze towards Fang Jian, who was not far away, and Lan Shaojun also looked over.
"Okay, God, take me away." Hong Yuanhua didn't care whether Lan Shaojun understood what he meant, but he had already done his best.
"Yuanhua, I still have something to say..." Lan Shaojun said hurriedly.
Hong Yuanhua said, "Let me talk about it in my next life. Then you can come to me with these words."
Lan Shaojun had no choice but to watch Hong Yuanhua being dragged into the fire cloud and disappeared amidst the sound of drums.
"Eldest Prince, do you want to go to the temple to sit?" Just as Lan Shaojun stared blankly at the direction Hong Yuanhua was leaving, a voice suddenly came to his ears.
Lan Shaojun turned around and saw Fang Jian standing on top of the clouds, smiling kindly towards him.
"No, no, Tiger is busy with his duties, so I won't bother you anymore." After Lan Shaojun finished speaking, he handed over to Fang Jian and quickly drove away on Baiyun.
He was afraid that if he didn't run away, Fang Jian called tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals to surround him, saying that he had trespassed into the territory governed by the mountain god.
He was convinced that Fang Jian could do it, because that was how he deceived his ancestor.
