The next day.
Shitou had something to do, so he said goodbye and left early.
In the backyard of the inn, after having breakfast, Zhou Yixian began to tidy up his fortune-telling stall again.
Although he got two hundred taels of silver from Yu Liancheng, which was enough for him to eat and drink for a long time, one cannot just sit back and have nothing.
Xiaohuan was sitting on the stool next to him, dangling his little feet as he ate candied haws. He didn't go up to help. Zhou Xian rolled his eyes and said, "If you eat candied haws all day long, your teeth will be damaged later." You will feel better."
The world gradually passed. After Yi Xian found a bamboo pole and canvas, he wrote "One Gua Qianjin" on the canvas, tied it to the bamboo pole, wiped the sweat from his head, and finally finished.
It was almost noon and it was time to have lunch. Suddenly a shadow enveloped him, and a pair of human feet appeared in front of him.
Zhou Yixian was startled and thought to himself: "Could it be that the monk from yesterday thought that two hundred taels of silver was too expensive and wanted to come and snatch it back? I have traveled the world for more than a hundred years, and today I have to fall into the hands of a little bald donkey?" "
"Are you still reading people's faces?"
When I ignored my random thoughts, I heard a gentle and calm voice, which was vaguely familiar.
Zhou Yixian stood up and looked up, only to see a middle-aged man in front of him, with thin eyebrows and a square face, elegant eyebrows, bright eyes, and a full forehead. He put his hands behind his back, seemingly elegant but also carrying an aura of calmness and authority. Wearing a Confucian robe, there is a pale purple jade pendant at the waist, which is crystal clear and has an aura of auspiciousness.
Zhou Yixian's expression suddenly became very strange. He stared at the person in front of him as if he was nailed. The look of astonishment was also filled with a bit of excitement, a bit of relief, and a bit of vicissitudes of life.
Xiaohuan blinked her big eyes and looked at her grandpa. Her grandpa, who was always greedy for money, had a strange look on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Yiyi Xian took out a few pennies from his arms and gave them to Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, go buy the candied haws. Grandpa will ask you to eat later."
Xiaohuan was startled, and he could vaguely see that something was wrong. But he was still a child after all, so he didn’t think too much. He immediately responded, took the copper coins, and trotted out. The candied haws was more important.
Zhou Yixian and the middle-aged man stood opposite each other, looking at each other.
After a long while, the middle-aged man finally said slowly: "How many years have we not seen each other?"
Zhou Yixian looked into the distance with a complicated expression: "It must have been several decades. Time flies."
The middle-aged man chuckled and said: "You are wandering around the world now, wandering around in the clouds and wild cranes. You are living the life of a god. It is worthy of having the word "xian" in your name."
Zhou Yixian looked at the middle-aged man, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If you want to live like me, what's the problem?"
The man smiled, looked up at the high sky, and slowly uttered a few words: "You and I are different."
Zhou Yixian's lips became more sarcastic: "Of course you are different from me. Since you were a boy, you have had a strong attachment to power. Now, it is even more difficult to let it go."
The man frowned, as if a trace of anger flashed across his face. As one of the most powerful and most advanced people in the world, few people dared to talk to him like this. He snorted coldly: "I can't let go. How have you ever given up?"
Zhou Yixian was silent for a long time before he said calmly: "Why are you here?"
The elegant man glanced at him: "Aren't you always conceited? What do you think?"
Zhou Yixian snorted coldly: "If I'm not wrong, you came here for the monk in the inn. Judging from the monk's grace and demeanor, he must be Puzhen, the most famous white-clothed divine monk in recent years. There is a little boy next to Puzhen. Girl, looking at that age and appearance, he should be your junior, but I don’t know why the divine monk from Tianyin Temple got mixed up with your Ghost King Sect.”
good.
The man in front of him is the contemporary Ghost King, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, and the father of Baguio. Even Jin Ping'er and others can find out Yu Liancheng's whereabouts, let alone the Ghost King.
After learning the whereabouts of Yu Liancheng and Baguio, the Ghost King was worried about his daughter, so he rushed over with all his strength. He barely rested along the way, and his face was full of wind and frost, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the inn, he met an old friend he hadn't seen for decades.
"Dad, why are you here?!"
At this moment, Baguio walked into the courtyard and said in surprise.
"Aren't I worried about you?" The Ghost King chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter who was full of energy.
Then he saw Jin Ping'er in a goose-yellow dress next to Baguio. Both women had peerless looks. Standing hand in hand, they were really beautiful. It's just that his eyes are a little dull.
The Ghost King couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this girl?"
"This is my sister Jin Ping'er." Baguio held Jin Ping'er's hand: "Sister, this is my father. Just call him Uncle Ghost King."
"Yes, sister." Jin Ping'er nodded numbly, and then bowed to the Ghost King: "Jin Ping'er, my junior, has met the Ghost King's uncle."
The Ghost King frowned: "Jin Ping'er from the Acacia sect? Baguio, what did you do to Jin Ping'er? How did you meet together?"
"Hehe, let's talk about it later. It's already noon. Daddy, let's go have dinner first. Although the inn here is small, the wine is not bad. Just think of it as a blessing for daddy." Baguio took the ghost king's arm and smiled. Head towards the hall.
The Ghost King remained motionless, looked at Zhou Xian, and said with a smile: "Old friend, if you don't mind, can we come with you?"
Yiyi Xian hesitated for a moment, then laughed: "Of course, if there is an opportunity to freeload, I will certainly not miss it."
Finally, the Ghost King, Zhou Xianhe and Xiao Huan, who had just returned from buying candied haws, followed Baguio and Jin Ping'er to the private room of the inn. In the large elegant room, these paintings of bowls and bottles of wine are placed.
The Ghost King swept the table and said with a smile: "With wine but no food, it's a bit lacking."
Zhou Yixian also sighed: "Not only is it insufficient, for a yummy person like me, it is simply abuse of the elderly."
Baguio smiled and said: "There were originally some dishes to go with the wine, but they were just ordinary chicken, duck and fish, but they had been removed by Puzhen Divine Monk before. It was said that it would be a shame to entertain dad with such rough dishes.
"The First Cause of All Realms"
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Zhou Yixian shook his head and said: "If you don't eat chicken, duck and fish, why don't you drink the northwest wind? You are all monks, so it doesn't matter if you are hungry. It's a pity that I am an old man."
Baguio glared at Zhou Xian.
This old guy shamelessly followed him without inviting him, and talked so much.
At this moment, one person laughed and said: "The world of mortals is hard, and eating chicken, duck, and fish all day long will inevitably make you feel bored and deprive yourself of your own spirituality. Don't you want to change your taste?"
The person who came was dressed in white and spotless. Who could he be if he wasn't the divine monk Pu Zhi in white?
The Ghost King first bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Change the taste? Could it be that the white-clothed divine monk is willing to cook it himself? It's a pity that we don't have a bath with incense, so it's hard for us to have such a good taste."
Everyone in the world knows that if you want to taste the vegetarian food of the white-robed divine monk, you must not only match the divine monk's eyesight and mood, but also bathe in incense and make yourself spotless.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Mr. Zhou is playing in the world of mortals. The Ghost King has overwhelming power. How can he turn away such guests for the sake of mere common etiquette?"
The vegetarian meal is on the table, vegetarian ham, braised chestnuts, fried tofu, gold and jade...
It seemed like a simple vegetarian dish, but it had a unique flavor. Even the Ghost King, who had little interest in beautiful things, couldn't help but taste it again and again. What's more, Zhou Yixian, Baguio and others never stopped.
Yu Liancheng just looked at them with a smile. For a chef, bottomless plates are the best encouragement.
"Master Puzhen, do you mind if I drink?" the Ghost King said, holding up the wine glass.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Someone once told me that wine is the purest, purer than water. Even when offering sacrifices to ancestors, wine is used as a gift. Please."
"Haha, you are worthy of being a holy monk in white." The Ghost King laughed, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all.
Yu Liancheng suddenly said: "I wonder how the Ghost King views the two realms of good and evil?"
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