Chapter Thirty-Eight: Taihang Real People
"Sir, do you have any arrangements for the evening?" Yang Zhun asked Lu Yunzhi respectfully. Lu Yunzhi replied with a slight smile: "Thank you for not giving up, and you will also call me Mr. outside, but in the end, I am also your family's servant, so I don't have to be so polite to me." I'm here without relatives, what can I do? ”
Yang Zhun Yile said: "Sir, today is my mother's 60th birthday, I hope Mr. can come with a face, I don't know if it's good." Lu Yunzhi thought for a while and said: "It's good, I'm just afraid of being recognized, even if I'm old now, I guess few people can recognize my appearance when I change greatly, and there is no old person here." It's just that I don't have any silver taels in my hand, and it's a little shabby for me to go empty-handed on the birthday of the old lady. ”
"That can't be, Mr. went to the banquet, just to give Tianda face." Yang Zhun hurriedly said. Lu Yunzhi nodded: "There is nothing that cannot be paid for the banquet, I am in a house on weekdays, but I have a low status, and I have never had the opportunity to visit." Don't worry, I'll go. "Okay, then I'll go and get ready first, and I'll be waiting for you later." Saying that, Yang Zhun left quickly.
In fact, Lu Yunzhi already knew about today's birthday banquet, not that he was going to calculate it again, where can he rely on all the trivial things in life, but the servants outside were happily busy making a mess, and Lu Yunzhi could guess even if he closed his eyes.
After the firecrackers rang out, the birthday banquet began, and the birthday banquet of the rich family was nothing more than a scene, and the old man who held the birthday did not show up at all, only the head of the family came out to greet the guests. Yang Zhun is not a big official in this Nanjing city, nor is he a sesame official, although he has no real power, but after all, there is an uncle Yang Shan who is an official in the capital, so he should come and should not come to personally send congratulatory gifts, and some say that the official who is busy with official affairs also sent people to send congratulatory gifts, in short, the scene is also lively.
When Lu Yunzhi arrived, the hall was already full of people, and there were officials, businessmen and some people in the market. Lu Yunzhi walked into the hall and was worried about where he would be seated, but he saw Yang Zhun walking quickly, grabbed Lu Yunzhi's arm and led him to the first seat and arranged for him to sit down. Everyone was surprised, who was this person's name?
Yang Zhun also wanted to introduce Lu Yunzhi in a big way, but Lu Yunzhi held him down and whispered: "This is enough publicity, be careful to expose my identity, rest assured that I will not embarrass you, I will show my hand when the time comes." Yang Zhun saw that Lu Yunzhi had guessed his thoughts, nodded again and again, and then hurriedly greeted the guests. Although Yang Zhun's mother came to congratulate a lot of people at today's birthday banquet, many of them turned around and left after the birthday gift, and the people who stayed to eat were insignificant people, and the chief of the seat was already an elite selected by the general. Yang Zhun was a little embarrassed on his face, so he wanted Lu Yunzhi to give him a look.
The banquet had just begun, only to hear a loud shout outside the door: "Amitayus is rich, and the poor way wishes the old lady good fortune such as the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan." A team of Taoist priests rushed in, and the leader had two strands of green silk, a long beard floating on his chest, and he looked like he was in his thirties, and he looked a little bit fairy. Yang Zhun didn't know them, so he had to give up his fist and respectfully said to the leading Taoist priest: "Dare to ask who this Taoist master is?" A wealthy merchant next to him stood up, looking very familiar with the Taoist priest, and introduced to Yang Zhun in a low voice: "This is the Taihang real person of the Chengnan True Saint Temple, why, Lord Yang doesn't know him, he is a famous living immortal from far and near." ”
Yang Zhun just patted his head, and suddenly realized that although the shadow of the famous tree of people Yang Zhun had not seen it, but in recent years, it can be said that it has been prosperous in Nanjing, and it is said that the original true holy temple is a down-and-out Taoist temple. Later, Taihang real people traveled here, for the villagers to descend demons and catch monsters to cure diseases and save people, after doing a few major things, they were left by the Taoist temple, and since then the incense has been vigorous.
This Taihang Zhenren is also a well-known living immortal in the Jinling area, and he can give Yang Zhun's mother a birthday celebration, Yang Zhun naturally feels full of face, and Lu Yunzhi's calculation is extremely accurate before, Yang Zhun is even more respectful to the people of metaphysics, so he is busy Taihang Zhenren also attracted to the upper seat, and beckoned people to arrange for Taihang Zhenren's disciples.
After Taihang Zhenren sat down, many officials and businessmen around him knew him, so they exchanged a few words with him, but Lu Yun was the only one who followed by him to raise a glass and celebrate, but he was not respectful alone. Taihang Zhenren saw Lu Yunzhi, who was sitting in the upper seat, and asked with slanted eyes: "Dare to ask this brother Taigao's surname." It was inconvenient for Lu Yunzhi to say his real name in front of outsiders, lest he was a lackey of the court and his fate would not be able to calculate it within multiples, and then his plans would be all disrupted, so he hurriedly said: "Down, Lu Zhi." The prestige of the Taoist master is far and wide, and it is really thunderous. ”
Taihang Zhenren laughed, seemed to be very satisfied with Lu Yunzhi's answer, and toasted each other with Lu Yunzhi a glass of wine to show friendship. The banquet was held for a while, Yang Zhun went back to the room and helped the old lady out, everyone can worship the birthday together, this is the rule, Yang Zhun's mother has to go back to the room after the birthday, not because she is not in good health, but because of the number of etiquette, she can't enter the table as a woman. As an official of the Ministry of Rites, Yang Zhun naturally has to pay more attention to this kind of etiquette.
When everyone saw the old lady come out, they all stood up and arched their hands and said, "I wish the old lady a long life and good health." When the old lady saw it, she also replied with a smile on her face: "Okay, thank you for coming to congratulate me on my birthday, and the old lady has thanked me." After finishing speaking, he wanted Yang Zhun to help him back to the house.
"Wait a minute, old lady, there is a word for the poor road." The Taihang real person came out and shouted. Yang Zhun replied with a smile: "What does Dao Ye have to say?" Taihang Zhenren didn't answer, closed his eyes, pinched his fingers, counted, and then suddenly said with a sigh: "Old Taijun has been feeling unwell recently? There must be an evil spirit entering the body. ”
The old man always doubted his body, this was inertia Hearing Taihang Zhenren's words, the old lady suddenly frowned and said, "It's a little uncomfortable." This frightened Yang Zhun, don't look at Yang Zhun on weekdays, he is a little confused, he doesn't look like a civil official at all, but he is indeed a filial son, and hurriedly bowed down and asked with a big salute: "Master Dao, is there a way to resolve it." ”
"Hey, hey." A delicate laugh came from the back hall, mocking to the extreme. Lu Yunzhi was shocked when he heard this, thinking how could there be such a beautiful laughter in this world. That Taihang Zhenren also seemed to have some skills, at least his hearing was sensitive enough, and he only heard him shout: "Who dares to mock the poor Dao, why do you laugh and come out quickly." ”