In the fifth year of Taihe, October Gengchen, Sizheng.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Chongye Fang, Xuandu Temple.

The evil servant's voice fell, and Li Shangyin couldn't help but take half a step back, and looked at Zhang Yijun for a moment. What kind of grandson is this rude and frivolous brocade-robed young man? However, Zhang Yijun looked at the shape of the young man's clothes and belts, and he was afraid that he was either rich or expensive.

The young man saw Li Shangyin retreat slightly, thinking that Li Shangyin was really afraid, and he was secretly happy in his heart, so he raised his chin again, put away the fan in his hand, pointed at Li Shangyin with the fan bone, and said quite unashamedly: "What? Isn't this move a sharp tooth and a tight mouth? Now that you know you're scared? ”

"Yan Zhuo ......" The girl of the same age behind the grandson of the king of Langya glanced at Li Shangyin slightly apologetically, as if she was making amends for the behavior of this young man named "Yan Zhuo", and said to the young man: "Aren't you going to offer incense?" The time has come......"

"Fengxiang is not in a hurry," the young man waved his hand and sneered at Li Shangyin: "This son wants to see what else to say about this move?" ”

"This son......" Zhang Yijun saw that the scene became a little ugly, although this "Langya Wang Sun" was really rude and rude, but it was better to have more than one thing, so he wanted to apologize for Li Shangyin and stop causing trouble.

But as soon as Zhang Yijun said half of his words, Li Shangyin grabbed ahead of Zhang Yijun, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said very calmly: "Then I don't know what advice this Langya Wang Sun has?" ”

The young man was a little confused by Li Shangyin's question, Xu is used to being rampant on weekdays, every time he encounters such a scene, it will end up with the other party bowing his head and admitting his mistake, who would have thought that after hearing his identity, the young man in front of him was fearless, not only did he not apologize, but he bumped into himself, and he didn't even give himself half a step.

Thinking of this, the brocade-robed young man couldn't help but hate and said, this tone must not be bearable, and he must find a way to get back to the field!

How to get back to the field? Obviously, it is not feasible to let his subordinates beat him, and their quarrel has already attracted the attention of many onlookers in the temple, and if there is a fight in the Taoist temple, it will be a lot of money to cause trouble to the Chang'an County Ya.

"This young man told you," the young man in the brocade robe held back for a long time, and then pretended to be magnanimous and said: "This is the Xuandu view, this son is unwilling to worry about the same step, if the foot can bow down to this son and apologize, this matter will be written off." ”

After the young man finished speaking, he felt very satisfied with this proposal, which not only showed his generosity, but also found the field, killing two birds with one stone, and the other party would not accept it now.

"It's a mistake." Li Shangyin calmly crossed his hands, and the rapid change in attitude made Zhang Yijun stunned.

"Langya Wangsun" was overjoyed when he heard this, so he hurriedly said without thinking: "It's good to know your mistakes!" ”

Then Li Shangyin shook his head with a little self-reproach, moved sideways, and completely got out of the way of the central axis, "I never thought that the person who called himself 'Langya Wangsun' would be so rude and look down on scholars, but I don't know how much I smeared my family?" ”

The young man's face was full of incredulity when he heard this, and his face turned red with anger, and the evil servant behind him was also stunned by Li Shangyin's words, is there such a master in Chang'an who is not afraid of death?

And the girl who had been standing behind the young man just now actually laughed out loud after hearing this, laughing so hard that the flowers and branches trembled, which made the "Langya Wang Sun" face even redder.

"Langya Wangsun" was about to ask the servant to teach him a lesson about this unscrupulous move, but when he heard the girl behind him, she raised her hand and covered her mouth, and said with a smile: "Yan Zhuo, I didn't expect you to have today's ......."

"Sister, you ......" Although the young man was so angry that Li Shangyin's eyes were round, he saw that his sister also counted himself like this, like a broken cowhide, and suddenly lost his temper, and he also felt that he was quite faceless.

The young lady's sister looked at Zhang Yijun and Li Shangyin, walked forward to salute, and said gently: "My brother is rude, I hope you don't have to worry about ......it," but she also seemed to see her brother's embarrassment, so she also relieved the siege and said: "There are pilgrims here, why bother talking about trivial things?" ”

How can this gentleman not know that her sister is under the steps for herself, although she is holding her stomach, she also yells at the servant with a straight face: "Let's go, this fragrant old man is not served today!" Then he led the wicked servants to turn around and leave.

However, as soon as he took only a few steps, the brocade-robed young man named "Yan Zhuo" still felt that he was going like this, afraid that it would be cheaper for Li Shangyin, so he deliberately turned around and threatened Zhang Yijun and Li Shangyin: "There is a kind of don't go to Wannian County!" ”

It was the young sister's sister, who looked back at Li Shangyin and smiled lightly before bypassing the shadow wall.

Li Shangyin looked at the woman's back for a long time, and it wasn't until the group disappeared into the shadow wall that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Zhang Yijun in a low voice: "Who is the king of Langyu that the servant said?" ”

Zhang Yijun looked at Li Shangyin with some surprise, could it be that Li Shangyin didn't give an inch, because he didn't know whose son the young man was?

Zhang Yijun replied slowly: "Wang Qiyao was made by the festival of Dunfang, and the 'Jingyuan Mutiny' frightened the rebel general Li Xilie, and built Yanzhou City in the first year of Zhenyuan to resist Tubo, and sealed the king of Langyu County, and there is the eldest son Wang Maoyuan......"

When Li Shangyin heard this, his mouth involuntarily opened for a full breath, and then he stammered and confirmed again: "That...... That Lingnan Festival made Wang Maoyuan?! ”

Zhang Yijun nodded silently, but he couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart, he was really fearless for the ignorant.

"That guy from that side...... But is that childe? ”

"I'm afraid it's Wang Maoyuan's eldest son, Wang Yanzhuo," Zhang Yijun looked at the direction of the main entrance of the Taoist Temple again, and said with understatement: "He's just a bluff, let's go, the Lingguan Hall and the Sanqing Hall are both open......"

The Tang Dynasty takes Taoism as the state religion, so Taoist temples are often large in scale and majestic in shape, and the Xuandu Temple, which is located in the south of Chang'an, is even more so. The layout of the building is not only sitting in the north and facing south, the east and west are symmetrical, and there are also buildings such as mountain gates, atriums, halls and dormitories on the north-south central axis, as the main body. And on both sides and the innermost Sanqing Palace, there are also corridors, side rooms and back gardens, pools, etc. Therefore, it occupies an area of as much as half of Chongye Fang.

Before entering the Sanqing Palace, Li Shangyin had always been afraid that Wang Yanzhuo would kill him again, so he met with the two of them again when he was offering incense, so he pressed his steps like a thief, and looked back from time to time.

When Li Shangyin worshiped Sanqing as he wished, the hour was close to the beginning of noon, and the winter sun was warm and warm, even if it was noon, it was not very hot.

"Two donors, stay for the time being," the two of them walked out of the palace gate, and a small Taoist boy trotted to Zhang Yijun and Li Shangyin and bowed down, he knew that the two of them had thrown money into the merit box, so he pointed to the front of the hall on the right, and his tone was very drawn, "Senior brother Xiao is doing a common talk, if the two donors have a heart, they may be able to go to the private room to have a look." ”

Zhang Yijun looked in the direction pointed by the little Taoist boy, and really saw a priest in front of the side hall sitting upright on the platform, facing the many pilgrims who were engrossed in the seat, his eyebrows fluttering, and his tongue was full of lotus flowers. And there is a two-storey small building on the side hall, and the private room on the second floor can overlook the side hall, and the view is excellent at the same time, but it must be expensive.

Although Zhang Yijun believed, he also knew that this was just a means for Xuanduguan to attract pilgrims and earn money, and he was about to refuse, but suddenly saw a person hurriedly bypassing the side of the high platform of the side hall and disappearing behind Zhang Yijun's blind spot.

Although the figure of that person was only a flash, Zhang Yijun would never admit his mistake, it was the man in the Xuanyi shirt who passed by Zhang Yijun at the beginning of entering the Xuandu Temple!

Zhang Yijun felt strange, no matter from the perspective of dress or behavior, this person obviously would not be a Taoist priest in the Guannei, so who is he? How can you pass by the pulpit in such a grand manner and still be unhindered?

Zhang Yijun hurriedly ran down the stone steps in front of the Sanqing Palace, causing Li Shangyin to hurriedly follow and ask puzzledly: "What's the matter, Brother Yijun?" ”

Zhang Yijun ran to the low pier wall of the side hall square, turned over and went down, and then followed the road walked by the man in the dark shirt and bypassed the high platform of the side hall step by step, fortunately, the pilgrims were full of people who listened to the popular talk with relish, and few people noticed Zhang Yijun running from the side of the high platform.

However, Li Shangyin was not so lucky, he did not climb over the low pier like Zhang Yijun, but honestly ran along the stone road to the stone steps of the side hall square, but because he ran too quickly, at the corner of the stone steps, he coincidentally bumped into the Taoist priest holding a large stack of scriptures, and the files and scriptures were scattered all over the ground, Li Shangyin looked up again, only to see that Zhang Yijun had already disappeared.

Zhang Yijun bypassed the side hall, but was surprised to find that behind this was a sinking platform, surrounded by white lacquer and blue tile courtyard walls, and the platform was also paved with bluestone slabs, except for a Guan Gong temple in the corner, it could be said that there was nothing around.

Zhang Yijun looked back at the road when he came, and after confirming that there was no other way to go, he carefully confirmed the courtyard wall that stood around him, if he remembered it well, if he turned out of the courtyard wall on this side, he would enter the Chongye Fang, if he wanted to go out of the Taoist temple, he didn't have to make such a big move.

Zhang Yijun walked to the stone steps that extended downward, and silently cast his eyes on the Guangong Temple standing in the corner, which was far from the rest of the buildings in this Xuandu Temple in terms of shape and scale, and even a little out of place.

Did the man in the shirt enter the Guan Gong Temple? What could be there?

"Dare to ask the donor, but get lost so far?"

The sudden voice of the old dragon bell from behind Zhang Yijun made him feel excited, Zhang Yijun hurriedly turned around, and saw an old man with white hair holding a wooden cane, smiling at him, and bowing slightly.

Zhang Yijun, who had often run to Xuandu Guan in Chang'an before, quickly recognized that the old man in front of him was none other than the Qingfeng Dao Master of Xuandu Guan.

"Xiaosheng is not lost...... Zhang Yijun bowed back and said: "I just saw a man in a dark shirt going here, I don't know ......"

"Huh?" Qingfeng looked away, as if he was recalling carefully, and after a while, he pursed his lips and shook his head, "Poor Dao has always been in the side hall, and I have never seen the man in the dark shirt that the little donor said, but I saw the little donor going straight to this side, thinking that the little donor was lost, so the poor road came ......with him."

"Is that so?" Zhang Yijun lowered his eyes and glanced back at Guan Gong Temple with concern, could it be that he really lost it? Although Zhang Yijun was suspicious in his heart, because Qingfeng Dao was here, it was inconvenient to ask in detail, so he had to bow his hand and say, "That...... I'm afraid that Xiaosheng will be too bothered! Please forgive me! ”

The old Taoist said that it was okay, and after Zhang Yijun said goodbye, he walked along the way he came.

Staring at Zhang Yijun's distant figure, the old Taoist squinted his eyes, and the wooden staff in his hand unconsciously tightened a little. Then he turned around and walked slowly towards the Guan Gong Temple.