Suddenly, Gao Qiu selected a group of masters from his mansion, led by Lu Qian, who had always been effective in doing things, to escort Gao Yanei from Tokyo to Dali.
I came here to ask the dignified leader of the Dali Kingdom to help save people. Although the face of Gao Qiu, a favorite of the Song Emperor, was precious, he couldn't just write a letter. Therefore, he was accompanied by several carriages loaded with various valuable gifts. .
Hu Yuan, who had become a guest of Taiwei Mansion, happened to be out of the city on business, so he also sent Gao Yanei to see him.
Looking at Gao Yanei who was reluctant to let go of the prosperity of Tokyo and turned around with tears in his eyes, Murong Yan, who was following Hu Yuan, whispered: "It's such a disgusting thing. If Master doesn't like it, just get rid of it. Why do you do this?" A lot of trouble?"
Hu Long shook his head and chuckled, and said calmly: "Killing people is refreshing, but it is of no benefit to us. It should be noted that even a piece of toilet paper has its own value, and it should be thrown away after use."
Murong Yan frowned, obviously unable to accept his master's rather vulgar metaphor.
Hu Long said with a smile: "Yan'er, you have to do one thing - quietly spread the news that Prince Gao Taiwei will go to Dali, taking countless gold and silver treasures with him."
Murong Yan's eyes widened: "Master, do you want to..."
Hu Long acted as if nothing had happened: "This kid has done a lot of evil, and he deserves to die. But my teacher is now his father's guest, and he is too embarrassed to take action himself."
Murong Yan still had some doubts: "Lu Qian's martial arts is not weak, and he is accompanied by quite a few experts. Ordinary people may not be able to keep them. If the person with the surname Gao can safely walk to Dali and ask the Lord of Dali to take action, what will Master do? Disposal?"
Hu Long seemed to have already made up his mind: "This is easy... There is a 'Fang Ji Rouge Shop' in the east of the city. The owner, Mrs. Fang, is actually Fang Baihua, the sister of Fang La, the leader of the Ming Cult in the south of the Yangtze River. You have some means to pass this news to her. Master of the Ming Cult. Ruyun is definitely not something Lu Qian can resist."
Murong Yan saw that there was something hidden in the smile on her master's face, and she vaguely felt that he had other plans, but she didn't ask any more questions, agreed and turned around.
Hu Long smiled and whispered to himself: "Since it is a valuable piece of toilet paper, it must be completely drained of its value before throwing it away."
After that, he turned around and headed towards the outskirts of the city.
Last night, in front of Gao Qiu, he showed some Taoist skills obtained from the three volumes of heavenly books. Gao Qiu regarded Hu Long as a living immortal and promised on the spot to build a Taoist temple for Hu Long to practice and preach.
Hu Long's trip was to personally survey and select the site.
The three volumes of heavenly books also contained the art of geological knowledge. Hu Yuan followed the mountain terrain for half a day and finally selected a geomantic treasure. After returning to the city, he personally drew the drawings and taught them to Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu had a bit of a gangster bachelor's temper. Since he wanted to win over Hu Yuan, he was really willing to spend money. At that time, he promised to repair the Taoist temple as quickly as possible.
What's more, for him, this matter is just a favor to the country at no cost: if it takes manpower, he is in charge of 800,000 forbidden troops, and there are many laborers and craftsmen under his command; if it costs money, he only needs to use materials. A single official document can allocate all the costs of building Taoist temples to military supplies.
In just one month, this Taoist temple named "Xuanqing Temple" by Hu Long was completed.
After this month, Gao Qiu also confirmed that the great master who hurt his son had no intention of seeking bad luck for him, and finally felt a little relieved.
Master Hu Yuan and his disciples took advantage of the situation and moved out of Taiwei Mansion to live in Taoist temple.
During this period, both Zhou Tong and Huang Shang went to the Taoist Temple to congratulate him. Zhou Tong also brought his disciple Lin Chong and ordered him to pay homage to Hu Yuan as a junior.
Hu Long knew what Zhou Tong meant and looked for an opportunity to say a few words to Gao Qiu, which temporarily made Gao Qiu put aside his prejudice against Lin Chong.
More than a month later, Gao Qiu sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that he would invite Taoist Hu Long to a banquet tonight at the "Fan Tower" at the top of the 72nd floor in Tokyo.
When Hu Long heard the name "Fan Lou", he knew that Gao Qiu had indeed been busy these days. It was time to finally get through the joints and give him a chance to meet the real owner.
That night, Hu Yuan and Murong Yan entered the city and came to the gate of Fan Tower. They saw that the tower was divided into five buildings, including east, west, south, north and middle buildings. The building is three stories high, with eaves and corners touching each other, staggered high and low, with a cloister below and a flying bridge above, communicating light and dark. The lights in the building are as bright as the stars falling from the sky, the people are noisy, the music is playing, and there is a peaceful scene of singing and dancing.
In front of the gate of Fanlou, a senior attendant beside Gao Qiu was waiting eagerly.
Seeing the arrival of Master and Disciple Hu Long, the man hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully and led the two of them through the door, straight to the third floor of the central building.
Compared to the hustle and bustle outside the building, it seemed very clean here. There was only one Gao Qiu who had changed into casual clothes in the huge hall.
Hu Yuan stepped forward to greet him and asked with a smile: "The Taiwei summoned the poor Taoist to come here. What's the mission?"
Or he put down what he had been worrying about recently, Gao Qiu's face was full of spring breeze, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
He came closer to Hu Long and whispered: "Taoist Master Hu Long, there will be a distinguished guest coming later. You must be careful when that time comes."
"Dear guest?" Hu Yuan asked knowingly.
Gao Qiu nodded vigorously: "It's priceless!"
There was a hint of surprise on Hu Long's face, and he cupped his hands towards the other party and said: "The Taiwei's kindness will be rewarded."
Gao Qiu was very happy to see that this Taoist was so knowledgeable.
Not long after, with a few sounds of men and women laughing, three people came out from behind the screen. The two people in the front walked hand in hand very intimately, and the person behind him had his hands in his sleeves and followed step by step with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered.
Hu Long saw that the man was in his thirties, dressed as a scribe, with a white face and a long beard, but he had a good skin.
The woman is no more than twenty years old. Her eyes are like autumn water, her color is like spring flowers, her skin is like jade, and her white clothes are as white as snow. She really has the appearance of conquering a country.
The last man accompanying him seemed to be in his thirties, with a straight face, smooth lips and no beard. He was dressed as a follower in a blue cloth robe.
Gao Qiu stepped forward quickly, bowed his waist and saluted with a smile, and said: "Mr. Zhao, Madam Li, I have invited Taoist Hu Yuan of Xuanqing Temple to wait here."
The man and woman looked at Hu Long together.
Although Hu Yuan's appearance is not striking, but he shows a little bit of the inner magnanimity accumulated over many lifetimes, and people immediately feel instinctively that this Taoist is extraordinary.
When Hu Long came forward to greet him, Gao Qiu introduced him: "Master Hu Long, this is Mr. Zhao Changsheng, Mr. Zhao, Mrs. Li, Master Li, who is the best in beauty and art on the 72nd floor of Tokyo."
Hu Long bowed his head and said, "Hu Long, a poor fellow, has met these two."
Zhao Changsheng laughed, waved his hands casually and said: "Taoist master, there is no need to be polite, everyone should sit down and talk."
At that time, everyone sat down according to his instructions.
After sitting down, Zhao Changsheng asked Hu Long with a curious expression: "Taoist Priest looks very young. Dare I ask how young you are?"
Hu Long smiled slightly: "I have been cultivating in the mountains and have lost track of the years. But I have seen the coming and going of cold and summer, seventy or eighty times, right?"
There was a look of surprise on Zhao Changsheng's face, and he cast a questioning look at the attendant in green who was saluting beside him.
The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly in response.
This person is clearly a great master who has entered the subtle realm. With the subtle connections between his souls, although it is difficult to determine Hu Long's true age, it can be concluded that his age is far beyond what his appearance indicates.
Zhao Changsheng trusted this person very much and had no doubts about his judgment. At that time, his expression turned into surprise. He unconsciously moved his seat closer to Hu Long and asked again: "Since the Taoist priest can remain beautiful forever, he must be moral. "Smart people, do you know whether the theories about ghosts and gods that people in the world have said are true?"
Hu Long smiled slightly, nodded and said concisely: "Ghosts and gods, of course there are."
