It took about half an hour to go to Hebo Temple to offer incense. It was not too close. Chen Pingan didn't feel anything. The man delivering the incense felt a little guilty, but he became more and more curious about the origin of this group of people.
The old farmer goes to the fields and sees barnyard grass, and the woodcutter goes up the mountain and sees good firewood. Since people rely on mountains and rivers to make a living, what they see in their eyes will be very different if they work in different professions. As a wild cultivator in the mountains and swamps, and a person who delivers incense, this man will see more monks in his eyes. Moreover, most of the territories of Qingluan Kingdom and Aquarius Continent are different, and they have a very close relationship with the mountains. The imperial court never deliberately elevated the status of the Xian family. There were many frictions between the mountains and the mountains, and the Tang emperor showed his greatness. courage and tenacity. This makes Qingluan Kingdom, especially the wealthy families, very familiar with the gods, monsters and the charm of the mountains and rivers.
Therefore, people from Qingluan country always think highly of themselves.
Nowadays, countless well-dressed nobles have poured into the Qingluan Kingdom. Coupled with the debate on Buddhism and Taoism that has attracted national attention, the Qingluan Kingdom has become unparalleled in the southeastern part of Aquarius Continent.
A man’s cultivation is really shallow, only in the three realms. Occasionally, with a big wallet, he invites two or three friends to have a drink and chat, and finds that the sense of superiority of being a Qingluan citizen is actually not the same as that of being a Qi practitioner. inferior.
This is probably the feeling of family and country.
But the man can’t guarantee that when he becomes a fifth-level god, he will be the same as those genealogy masters.
However, the beautiful vision is too far away. After all, the road must be walked step by step, and the rice in the bowl must be eaten one bite at a time. For example, at the moment, I need to try my best to win over these foreigners.
The group of people is headed by a young man with a sword on his back and a bamboo box on his back. There is no doubt that he is light on his feet and has a stern demeanor. He should be from the genealogy of the Immortal Master, but his true roots should still be Comes from a wealthy family.
And it is not too early to go up the mountain to practice, otherwise the man has seen many young immortal masters with poor backgrounds who were reborn well, so they have excellent qualifications. When they were young, they got the opportunity to practice Taoism early, which gave some wandering masters the chance to practice Taoism. People, or some sects of great immortals who are responsible for finding and selecting good young monks, who can reach heaven in one fell swoop. However, the acquired temperament of such young monks is indeed the unpopular little immortal master who eats Xia Xia and drinks dew. Every time I travel down the mountain and sharpen my Taoist heart in the world of mortals, I may not be aggressive towards anyone, but there are very few people who are approachable. Whether I am facing dignitaries, generals, ministers, ministers, or martial arts heroes, I treat everyone equally and can only be indifferent. Character.
The little black girl wearing a bamboo sword is probably a junior member of the young master's family, and she looks very energetic. As for the two short old men, they are probably the guards who protect them from the wind and rain when traveling in the rivers and lakes. .
While the man was looking at and guessing their identities, Chen Ping'an was using Tongyezhou Yayan to tell Pei Qian some inside stories about the mountains and rivers gods at the level of He Bo.
Although He Bo, He Po, etc. are gods recognized by the imperial court and can enjoy the incense and worship of local people, their rank is very low. They are equivalent to subordinate officials who are not in the officialdom and are not the main gods of mountains and rivers. of goldAbove the jade genealogy, but compared with those wild sacrifices and obscene temples that violate etiquette, no matter how big the latter is, or how small the former is, the latter still envy the former more. The latter belongs to the attic in the sky, and without the incense, it will be discontinued. , the golden body is rotting, just waiting to die, and there is no ladder to ascend, and it is easy to become the target of the Immortal Genealogy Master, the fat coveted by Shanze Yexiu. The former is like Hebo and Hepo. Even if the geomantic omen of a place has passed away and there is very little incense, as long as the court's orthodoxy still exists and is willing to help, the position of the god can be changed. If the incense is received again, the golden body can be repaired.
When they arrived at the Hebo Temple, which covers an area of more than ten acres, Miao Zhu quickly went out to greet Chen Pingan and his party, and personally explained to Chen Pingan and his party the deeds of Master Hebo, as well as some of the poems written by literati and poets on the walls. calligraphy.
On the way to the main hall to offer incense, the temple blessing also hinted that Chen Pingan could leave handwriting on several snow-white walls as long as he spent three to five snow coins. The price would depend on the location. It is calculated that it can be viewed by future generations, and the temple will be carefully protected from wind and rain. Then there are the matters of making offerings and lighting the eternal lamp, which are all good things for forming a good relationship, but these are all up to Chen Pingan's own wishes, and the temple will never force it.
The man delivering the incense looked slightly embarrassed and did not get involved. Miao Zhu looked at him several times and asked him to help with some kind words, but the man still couldn't open his mouth, even though he was doing it and practicing his Qi. It is a job that does not match his status as a scholar, but he is probably a simple and honest person who cannot say nice things, so he just pretends that he did not see Miao Zhu's eyes.
Chen Ping'an gave three sticks of incense to both Pei Qian and Zhu Lian, but Shi Rou didn't. After all, it was a female ghost residing in the immortal's remains for fear of conflict.
After offering the incense, Miao Zhu already felt that there was no chance of spending more money on sesame oil, but he did not change his face because of this. He was mostly regretful, but he was still polite and retained Chen Pingan and his party. I went to his monastery to have a cup of tea. The man who delivered the incense had been silent before, but now he spoke. He invited Chen Pingan to drink tea with the temple blessing, saying that the river water has not been good for making tea since ancient times, but this place beside the Hebo Temple Drawing water from the river is very particular and contains some water essence, which can benefit the body.
Miao Zhu laughed a little angrily. In the corridor, while Chen Pingan and his party were admiring the rubbings of the inscriptions on the corridor, Miao Zhu was a little behind and secretly kicked the man, turning his elbow outward. Somewhat awesome.
The man seemed accustomed to this and smiled.
Chen Ping'an declined Miao Zhu's invitation for tea, and just asked Pei Qian, "Do you want to write on the wall?"
Pei Qian shook his head vigorously.
Three or five pieces of snow will cost you money! Why didn't Mr. Zhu from the temple just grab the money? If it were converted into silver, it would cost her Pei money to death. She was not willing to let the master spend this money. The wooden harrier bought at the Paper Kite Shop in the county town only cost eight taels of silver!
But Chen Pingan turned his head to look at the old man Zhu Zhu, and said with a smile: "Please help us choose a less conspicuous wall, the kind where three snowflakes cost money, and the two of us can write a few words." . By the way, is there any requirement for this word length? ”
Pei Qian almost lost the hiking pole in his hand, grabbed Chen Pingan's sleeve, and shook his little head like a rattle.
The temple wish hurriedly said: "If it is not the wall with the best feng shui here, three snows are spent, and it doesn't matter even if the young master has a wall full of writings."
Then the temple wish is fast Bu led the way, asked the man to help say hello, and asked the people inside the temple to hurry up and prepare the pen and ink.
The group of people stayed in the Chaoshou Veranda in the fourth courtyard. While waiting for the pen and ink to be retrieved, Miao Zhu smiled somewhat complacently, pointed to a literati poem on the wall not far away, and boasted: "Although this place is located at the back and is inconspicuous, it is actually the geomantic treasure of our ancestral temple. To be honest, I brought him here because I really saw that I was destined to be with you. Over there is our old minister Liu from Qingluan Kingdom. This calligraphy treasure, this Old Minister Liu is really a famous person in our Qingluan Kingdom, a well-deserved master of Confucianism. He is good at cursive calligraphy. I must have already seen the extent of his skill
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No need for me to say anything more."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "The writing is strong and the bones are strong."
This is not Chen Pingan. It's arty, but it's because I have seen a lot of good words.
For example, Li Xisheng, Cui Dongshan, and Zhong Kui.
Miao Zhu held out his thumb and said, "Young master is an expert and has excellent vision."
Chen Ping'an felt guilty.
Similar to learning chess, when it comes to writing, Chen Ping'an's qualifications are mediocre. Going even further, he can't even speak of talent for firing porcelain and drawing blanks.
Pei Qian was even more uneasy. The money must be spent. If no one writes, it will be in vain. If no one takes care of it, she would like to write it all over the floor of the Hebo Temple, and even The statue of He Bo was considered worthy of being written all over it, but she was afraid of losing the master's face when she wrote the words "earthworms crawl" and "chickens and ducks walk" in such a careless way on the wall that old cook Zhu Lian mocked her for.
The man brought a pen and inkstone with an acquaintance young man adopted by the Hebo Temple.
Pei Qian became more and more nervous. He quickly leaned his hiking pole against the wall, took off the leaning package, and took out a book, intending to quickly excerpt beautiful sentences from it. She had a good memory, and it was actually early. I knew everything by heart, but my little mind went blank at the moment, and I couldn't remember a single sentence. Zhu Lian was gloating at her misfortune, and laughed at her in a weird way, saying that after reading the book for so long and copying so many words, she was blind. It turned out that she had not read a single word into her stomach. The book of the sage is still the sage, and the little fool is still a little fool. Fool. Pei Qian had no time to pay attention to this evil-minded old cook, so he flipped through the books, but after looking around, he felt that it was not good enough. If he really wanted to write it on the wall for her, he would be embarrassed.
Pei Qian closed the book, looked sad, and said to Chen Pingan: "Master, don't you have a lot of bamboo slips full of words written on them? Can you lend me a few? I don't know what to write."
Chen Ping'an had already taken over the writing brush and planned to write a few poems and articles that he admired. Let's seeSeeing Pei Qian's pitiful look, he suppressed his laughter and handed the brush to Pei Qian, "Just write the sentence that you think makes the most sense in the book. I really can't think of it. Just write what's in your heart. Don't be so nervous. Just like copying books."
Looking at Chen Ping'an's smile, Pei Qian felt a little relieved. He took a deep breath, took the brush, then raised his head and looked at the snow-white wall. It was so scary, so she kept looking down, and finally slowly squatted down. Was she planning to write on the wall? Without the demons and monsters she was most afraid of, and without Cui Dongshan, who was capable of bringing down everything, it was a rare thing for Pei Qianlu to be so cowardly as the sun rises in the west.
Chen Pingan remembered an old incident when he was a boy. That was when he, Liu Xianyang, and the little slug Gu Can went to the small temple to write with charcoal. Liu Xianyang and Gu Can competed with other names. , the two of them thought of countless ways for this, and finally stole a ladder from a family, carried it all the way out of the town, crossed the stone arch bridge to the small temple, set up the ladder, and then wrote the names of the three people on it. The highest point on the wall of the small temple. It was the ladder Liu Xianyang stole from a house in Qilong Lane, and Gu Can stole the charcoal from his own house. In the end, Chen Pingan held the ladder. Liu Xianyang wrote the biggest one. Gu Can couldn't write, so Chen Pingan helped him write it. That Can Chen Ping'an learned how to write the characters after asking his neighbor Zhigui for advice.
So Chen Pingan smiled and grabbed her ears, picked her up, then squatted down and let her ride on his neck, "Write it at the highest point, so no one can see it."< /p>
Pei Qian held a brush and sat on Chen Pingan's neck, scratching his head with one hand. He did not dare to write for a long time, and Chen Pingan did not urge him.
Zhu Lian said with a bad smile: "Dear Heroine Pei, just write about being a tough guy who is a wallflower, and you can make money when the wind blows. It's appropriate for the situation, and it's realistic. I'll give you that knight-errant novel. The hero in the novel would shout "so and so is here" after killing the villain. He will definitely become famous and famous in the world. Maybe when we get to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, everyone will see him. Isn’t it a good idea for you to clasp your fists and call Pei Nuxia respectfully?”
Pei Qian turned his head and frowned, “Zhu Lian, if you do this, if you do this again, I will... cry.” Look!"
Chen Ping'an raised his leg and kicked Zhu Lian, and said with a smile: "If you are disrespectful, you only know how to bully Pei Qian."
Zhu Lian laughed loudly. Smiling, he nodded and said: "When the young master speaks, I let this guy go. This guy is so picky every time he eats so much that I'm so angry."
Shi Rou can't stand it. One old and one young.
For example, when I occasionally left the official road and traveled through mountains and rivers to pass through some mountain villages, I met a stranger who was barking at them. This girl named Pei Qian would hold a hiking pole and rush over. Crazy sword skills, dust flying, people running faster than dogs.
The old pervert Zhu Lian was so bored that he helped the little girl block the road. After cutting off the native dog lying on the ground with its tail between its legs, Pei Qian squatted down and held down the dog's head, staring and asked: "Little brother, what's the matter? What happened? Is it still fierce?Apologize to Nvxia Pei, or I’ll beat you on the head..."
Then the villagers and children saw it and ran over cursing. Chen Pingan took the lead and rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and the group began to run away.
p>Shi Rou doesn’t understand, is this interesting?
But Chen Ping’an, who is usually quite upright, seems to be... running happily?
Not to mention that child Pei Qian, you are a Mr. Cui Demon, a great martial arts master in the Far Traveling Realm. Aren't you ashamed?
And when you meet a big white goose on the road by the river, you are so embarrassed. I encouraged Pei Qian to fight, but Pei Qian was chased and screamed, and his butt was pecked many times. He ran to Chen Pingan sweating profusely, and said with emotion that he was too powerful to beat Chen Pingan. No less than Zhu Lian.
Shi Rou has always felt that she is incompatible with these three people.
She even thinks that it would be better if she stayed with Cui Dongshan. < /p>
At this moment, Pei Qian finally started to write, but the inscription on the wall and the copying on the paper were two different things. In the first stroke, the horizontal line was crooked. Pei Qian took a breath and stretched out his hand to wipe it. There was sweat on her face, and she gritted her teeth bitterly as she finished writing the four words, "Heaven and Earth combines energy". After writing only half a sentence, she leaned back slightly. It looked funny no matter how she looked at it. She was not half as good as copying a book. With half of her skill, she didn't need to look at Zhu Lian to know that the old cook was secretly having fun, teasing her for her ghostly writing.
Pei Qian hesitated, so he simply said that half of the sentence. The words were put aside.
The pen tip moved down slightly, dipped in ink, and wrote "Pei Qian and Master are here for a visit"
Reward! /p>
Pei Qian feels quite satisfied. The writing is not that good, but the content is good.
As expected of his master and disciple, Chen Pingan was burned by Song Yu, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom. Zhuangzi, on the rocky cliff behind the waterfall, it was the same crappy way
Chen Ping'an didn't force Pei Qian to write more, he put her down and said to Zhu Lian
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Said: "You also want to write something?
Zhu Lian rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Let's forget it. I haven't picked up a pen in many years. I must be inexperienced in writing, which will make me laugh." ”
Chen Ping’an still handed the brush to Zhu Lian.
Zhu Lian was not a coward. It was brewing in my heart.
After seeing the little girl's "writing power", in fact, Miao Zhu, the man who delivered the fragrance, and Shi Rou had no hope for Zhu Lian, and the rickety old man called himself an "old slave". How can he be a servant of a rich man who knows a little about writing and is proficient in writing?
But Chen Ping'an knows the details of Zhu Lian's life in Ouhua. In the blessed land, before Zhu Lian went completely crazy, he was known as "Zhu Lian's noble son, shamed and relegated to the immortal"
Zhu Lian wrote an heroic poem about the blessed land of lotus root, written in cursive, with a few words. Not much, more than a hundred words, the content is every word in detail, and as for the writing on the wall, the flowing flow is even more astonishing.
Miao Zhu is a person who knows things. He murmured: "Gathered like a mountain, dispersed like wind and rain, as fast as thunder and lightning, as agile as an eagle and a falcon... It was wonderful to the pinnacle, it was already superb, it was definitely a person who had a deep understanding of the world. A great master in the calligraphy world..."
Zhu Lianduo uses light ink and dry brush, so he dips in ink very little, and the spirit and rhyme are closely connected, which can be said to be completed in one go.
Even Shi Rou had to admit... It is unforgivable that an old pervert could write such good calligraphy!
Zhu Lian handed the brush back to Chen Pingan, "Master, this old slave has the guts to make a fool of himself, so don't make fun of him."
Chen Pingan couldn't laugh or cry, thinking to himself, Zhu Lian, this is not a trick of yours. Put the shelf on the fire yourself?
The three people in the Hebo Temple looked really expectant.
Chen Pingan thought that he could only disappoint them.
Zhu Lian is not just someone who offers advice to attract jade. When the three of them go to the temple, they will know what it means to put the jade in front and the rubble in the back.
Chen Pingan originally wanted to copy the words on a few bamboo slips according to his thoughts.
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Young master, why don't you also write something from your heart? You have a gap in your chest. You can find a new way, why follow the ancients everywhere."
Chen Pingan thought for a while and stood. After settling down, he put a fist on his abdomen with one hand and wrote with a pen in the other hand. He was still writing in regular regular script. There was nothing outstanding about it, only seriousness and rules.
After Chen Pingan finished writing two sentences, there was silence.
Chen Pingan returned the brush with a wry smile.
The temple blessing and the incense delivery man sent them out of the Hebo Temple.
On the way, Miao Zhu mentioned the old servant Liu again and was very worried.
It turns out that after this great scholar from the Qingluan Kingdom resigned and went into seclusion, among the green mountains and green waters, the Lion Garden, which was known as one of the top ten famous gardens in the Qingluan Kingdom, had a lion garden at the end of last winter. A strange thing happened, a fox ghost was at work, and it haunted the little daughter of the old servant Liu, who was waiting for marriage. She was transformed from a young and prosperous young girl into the fox ghost of a handsome young man, and bullied her into a skin and bones. Poor man, that profound fox spirit has an eccentric and unpredictable temperament. He does not kill people, but is very talented in literature and proficient in the three teachings. Once he sat down with the old minister Liu to discuss Taoism, and he actually made the old minister who was famous throughout the country speechless. After that, the old minister exhausted his family property and hired many mountain gods to subdue the monsters at his home. He never thought that various schools, many old gods from the mountains, genealogy masters, and even some poor-reputed but highly skilled Shanze wild cultivators would go there. All of them, without exception, were tricked by the fox demon until they were disgraced. They either robbed the weapon or stole the spiritual weapon. They had to privately beg their grandfather, grandma and the fox demon to get it back.
Chen Ping'an saw this matter in the newspaper on the mountain of Baihuayuan, the Xianjia Inn in the county town, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time. The newspaper also wrote the amount of the reward for the Lion Park. , no matter who it is, as long as whoever can drive away the fox demon, Old Minister Liu is willing to take out three ancestral antiques and offer them to him with both hands.
Near the templeAt the gate, the man delivering the incense couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Old Minister Liu is a rare good official with a good family tradition. A few years ago, I had the honor to deal with a descendant of the Liu family. That young scholar, It is indeed gentle and respectful, which shows that the Liu family has a good tradition."
Miao Zhu sighed: "No, look at the Liu family's descendant who served as the county magistrate near us. In four years, he worked diligently. He is diligent and diligent, but he has done many practical things, which we can really see. If the Liu family scholar you met is only knowledgeable and well-educated, this county magistrate is a real person who manages the world and helps the people. Well, I don’t know what’s going on at the Lion Park now. I hope I’ve driven away the fox demon.”
Pei Qian felt horrified when he heard this.
I almost took out the talisman and stuck it on my forehead.
Zhu Lian smiled and pondered.
Okay, you want us to do justice for heaven?
Shi Rou naturally hopes that one thing will be better than one thing less.
The fox spirit that can cause trouble in the capital must not be much different in Taoism and cultivation. If it is a great demon who is a golden elixir, Zhu Lian will deliberately harm himself and choose to stand by and watch. , is it really necessary for her to block the magic weapon for Chen Ping'an, who is motivated by his own ambitions?
Chen Pingan never interrupted. After walking out of the gate, he said goodbye to Miao Zhu and the others with fists in their hands.
Then continue on the way to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.
Chen Pingan suddenly said: "In a wise house, a ghost can see its household."
Zhu Lian smiled and nodded, "Correct answer."
Chen Pingan and the others After leaving, there were no pilgrims in the Hebo Temple.
An elegant scribe with an ethereal figure and golden light walked out of the statue, came to the fourth verandah, and stood under the wall.
The temple Zhu was a little panicked and tried to persuade him: "Master Hebo, there is not much incense now, so don't stay too long."
If the gods of mountains and rivers want to appear in the world in golden bodies, they must It needs the support of essence incense.
It doesn’t matter if the mountains are the gods and the incense is flourishing, but this small Hebo Temple must be carefully budgeted.
The middle-aged Confucian gentleman He Bo smiled.
Revealing a long-lost look of relief, he turned to look at the sky and said happily: "My temple is too small, but Master's spirit is too great. Little He Bo is as drunk as drinking mellow wine. Fortunately, fortunately, happy, happy! ”
Miao Zhu was at a loss and didn’t know what to think.
However, I found that this Mr. He Bo, who had always been melancholy and melancholy, not only had a bright look on his brows, but also the golden light was flowing at this moment, which seemed to be much more condensed than before.
Miao Zhu suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall again.
Not the cursive writing.
But the two sentences in regular regular script.
The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the world, the moon is on my shoulders when I am studying, I am leaning on the railing when I climb high, the bamboo basket is broken into pieces and becomes round again when filled with water.
The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind blowing under my feet while traveling with my sword, the wind blowing through the books in the sage's study, the wind blowing the duckweeds to meet each other.
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