The feet of the Son of Heaven are different, there is an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, and the vendors and shops are lined up one after another, look at this lively scene, it is more prosperous than Luoyang, the fiefdom of Zhu Yousong's father. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhu Yousong was a little bored sitting in the carriage, and wanted to look at the street scene through the window, but saw Yang Xuening riding on a horse.

There was nothing left and right, and there was no attractive scenery on the street, so Zhu Yousong simply watched secretly for a while. But this road was uneven, a bump in the body made Zhu Yousong come back to his senses, and suddenly felt that he was a little obscene to peep like this, so he stuck his head out of the window, rested his chin on his arm, and smiled and groaned without words: "Miss Yang, oh, Yang Baihu, you are so good at kung fu, how many years have you been practicing?" ”

Yang Xuening sat on a horse, a pair of beautiful eyes were looking at the scenery of the capital, although the capital is her hometown, but she grew up in a foreign country, at this time back to her hometown, but to see that everything is a little fresh.

Yang Xuening heard someone talking to him, and subconsciously glanced back, and saw Zhu Yousong's head sticking out of the car window, and he was pillowing on his arm and looking at him with a smile.

Yang Xuening didn't answer, and as soon as she clamped the horse's belly, the speed of the yellow horse under her was a little faster, leaving only a heroic image for Zhu Yousong, who was smiling obscenely.

Zhu Yousong didn't think it was a blessing, he had taken a carriage to the capital all the way before, and this kind of scene had been staged no less than a dozen times, and he had already trained his face.

Zhu Yousong looked at Yang Xuening in front of the team, retracted his head back into the car, and scratched his head, he really couldn't figure it out, other people had crossed, whether it was Lori, a girl or a chaste young woman, they all stuck it on their bodies as if they had never seen a man, how did they come to their own place, it didn't work? What about the halo of the protagonist on his body, did he let Zhu Youzhen's kid snatch it?

Zhu Yousong took out a bronze mirror from the carriage and looked at it in the mirror, this is not ugly? My father is still the Prince of Daming, and I am the son of King Fu, and I will inherit the throne properly in the future.

Zhu Yousong was sighing in the carriage, and suddenly felt that the carriage had stopped, only to hear the guards outside the carriage say, "Shizi, the City God Temple has arrived." ”

Zhu Yousong put the bronze mirror in his hand back into the dark grid, lifted the curtain and walked down.

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This city god temple is really lively, pilgrims from all walks of life come from all directions, the road is bustling, there are many tourists who are dressed extraordinarily, I think it should be the dignitaries and nobles in the capital.

Zhu Yousong got out of the carriage and took people around for a while, a bunch of brocade guards were on his left and right, obviously a big man, passers-by saw it and gave way to them, flashed on both sides of the road, and didn't dare to peek.

Zhu Yousong, who was very close to the people, saw this scene, so he branched out the others, leaving only Hu Tiande, Sun Changzhi and Yang Xuening, as well as a brocade guard who had lived in the capital for a long time.

The construction area of this city god temple is quite large, and it is also divided into the middle gate, the instrument gate and various temples. Zhu Yousong listened to the brocade guard while walking, it turned out that the city god here was dedicated to Yang Jisheng, and the name was a little familiar, but Zhu Yousong didn't know anything about this person's life and deeds.

Zhu Yousong watched for a moment and asked, "Is there a place above the sea with the Eight Immortals?" ”

The brocade guard nodded again and again, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, the prince is talking about the Eight Immortals Palace, right?" The subordinates heard that there is a half-immortal who is proficient in divination, do you want to go and see it? ”

Zhu Yousong was stunned when he heard this, could it be that the Eight Immortals crossing the sea refers to the Eight Immortals Palace, and the Half Immortals refer to the Half Immortals? It's that easy to find a place, isn't it?

Zhu Yousong didn't know if his guess was accurate, so he asked the brocade guard to lead the way to the Eight Immortals Hall located in the City God Temple.

The eight immortals enshrined in the Eight Immortals Hall are naturally Tie Guan Li, Han Zhongli, Zhang Guolao, Lan Caihe, He Xiangu, Lu Dongbin, Han Xiangzi and Uncle Cao Guo, these eight immortals, arrived at the door of the Eight Immortals Palace, Zhu Yousong saw a forty-year-old Taoist priest from afar, sitting behind the table at the door.

There are all kinds of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table, and there are some magic instruments that look like they are used for divination, the eight immortal halls have not been established for a long time, and the incense is not as vigorous as other palaces, after all, these eight immortals were only finalized in the Ming Dynasty, and they are considered new immortals, and their popularity has not yet opened.

Zhu Yousong entered the Eight Immortals Hall and did not look for the Taoist priest sitting at the door, but first worshiped the eight immortals one by one.

Zhu Yousong turned out to be an atheist, but it couldn't be explained with his limited scientific knowledge through this matter, and such a mysterious thing could be encountered by him, and Zhu Yousong didn't dare to say that there were no gods in this world.

After all, Zhu Yousong has watched a lot of horror movies, and the words of the old professor in the movie "Double Pupils" left a deep impression on him: "If I say that there are immortals in this world, you must question my authority, I can only say that if I choose to believe that there are aliens or immortals in this world, I choose immortals." ”

After experiencing such an incredible thing, Zhu Yousong still chose to respect this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing. However, Zhu Yousong respects these things, but it doesn't mean that he can also maintain respect for the Taoist priest in front of him, after all, there are more gods.

When the Taoist priest saw Zhu Yousong coming over, he showed a smile that was easy to approach the water, stroked his beard and said: "This son, I see that the purple qi around you is endless, and the auspicious clouds under your feet are endless, you are really extravagant." ”

Zhu Yousong showed a surprised expression on his face, but scolded in his heart: "Isn't this nonsense, I am followed by four entourages, and they are all wearing the clothes of Jinyiwei, it would be strange if I were an ordinary person!" ”

Seeing the expression on Zhu Yousong's face, the Taoist priest stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and after Zhu Yousong sat on the bamboo chair opposite him, he asked, "Childe, is what the old Taoist said right?" ”

Zhu Yousong guessed that the person in front of him should be the half-immortal mentioned on the note, but he didn't know his true identity, so he had to show embarrassment and let the Taoist priest continue to guess.

Seeing that Zhu Yousong didn't speak, the Taoist priest asked, "What is there to hide?" ”

Zhu Yousong sighed and nodded.

The Taoist priest stroked the goatee on his chin and said: "It's okay, this Eight Immortals Hall is the place to solve doubts, if the son has doubts in his heart, don't write a word on this paper, and the old Taoist will solve it for the childe." ”

Zhu Yousong was not polite, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "Fu" on the paper. There is no way, among the vast sea of Chinese characters, Zhu Yousong only has this Fu character to take, this is not the reason why his father is the Fu King, but he practiced it when he posted the Fu character during the Spring Festival in later generations......

Seeing this, the Taoist priest's originally calm expression was suddenly stunned, his eyes widened, and he collapsed again after seeing the guards behind Zhu Yousong, he picked up the paper from the table, looked at it for a moment, sighed and said respectfully: "The poor road is still shallow, this blessing word is not a small way to solve, if it is convenient for the child, you can follow the poor road to the back hall, and the poor brother may be able to solve the doubts of the child." ”