Two days later, the Annan mission arrived as promised and came to the city of Luzhou.

The pot-bellied King of Shu waited outside the city with the high-ranking officials in the city and the monks of Yongling Temple to welcome the envoy into the city.

The people of Luzhou welcomed one after another, and the good men and women who worshiped the Buddha had already snapped up the flowers in the city, and sprinkled all kinds of petals all over the streets in front of the mission.

The fragrance of flowers, gongs and drums, firecrackers, colorful flags, and crowds of people.

It's a pity that the people in the city didn't see the high-profile auspicious man - the mission convoy covered the outside of the auspicious iron cage with a heavy curtain, added all kinds of decorations, and dressed up as a float.

Fortunately, the monks of Annan who chanted the scriptures loudly on both sides of the float were still worth the ticket price.

These Annamam monks are skinny and skinny, and their skin is coated with a layer of gold paint, and they look like the arhats in the temple, quite magical.

Welcomed by the people of the city, the Annam mission entered the Yongling Temple,

It was night, and the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures in the temple was endless all night,

Outside the temple courtyard wall, the sword light and sword shadows, gold and iron are staggered, and the sound of fighting suddenly rises and subsides.

In the early morning of the next day, except for the faint traces of blood remaining on the bluestone slab, the few unknown dead soldiers who attacked the Yongling Temple at night had been completely erased from the world.

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Shu Wangfu, dinner.

The king of Shu is so happy, and there are many Maiko ladies in the house, who are wearing silk skirts, playing the piano, and dancing in the hall.

Two rows of guests sat on either side of the feast, chatting and talking.

In addition to the dignitaries with heads and faces in Luzhou, the most eye-catching thing is the two taciturn monks of Annan, one old and one young, silently holding chopsticks and tasting vegetarian dishes, and occasionally chatting with the monks of Yongling Temple on both sides.

The wine and food have changed one after another, but the host of this banquet, the most noble Shu king in Luzhou City, has not appeared yet.

Only the chief butler of the Shu Palace's mansion laughed and explained to the guests that the prince had drunk too much at noon and was still sobering up.

The King of Shu was noble, and the guests present did not dare to complain and continued the banquet.

"Buzz—"

Although the courtyard was surrounded on all sides by roller blinds as thin as cicada's wings, and mosquito repellent coils were lit,

But there were still mosquitoes and flies looking for the candlelight and lamplight, burrowing into the hall through the cracks in the roller shutters, hovering in the air, making annoying sounds.

"Noise."

A guest frowned slightly, pinched the mung beans in the bowl, snapped them on his fingertips, and struck a fly flying in the air.

Slap, smack, smack,

The mung beans flew sideways, and when the bowl was empty, the mosquitoes and flies hovering in mid-air were gone.

"Honest and good means!"

The four guests all laughed and praised,

The military counselor of the Shu Wangfulu, who is known as "Lian Gong", picked up the white cloth with a smile, wiped the water droplets on his fingers, and said modestly: "This is just a small skill of carving insects.

There is a friend who can use just two fingers, out of his fingers like electricity, pinch the hind legs of flies and insects, and put mosquitoes and flies in his palm. A few breaths of time can sweep away the flies and insects in the sky,

When the palms were spread again, the mosquitoes and flies were still alive, but the wings were shattered, and they all fell to the ground with a shake of their backhands. ”

As he spoke, a gust of night wind blew, lifting a silk curtain on one side, allowing a few moths and insects to fly in.

There were no mung beans in the bowl in front of the counselor of the army, and he was just about to order the servant to bring a new bowl, when he heard a scholar in the opposite seat laugh and said: "If you don't work hard, you can also have a technique to get rid of insects and moths." ”

If Wang Bu, a wealthy merchant in Luzhou, was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this young man, who was the scholar who was chasing the dragon beard at the beginning, but was first ascended by the Buddhist monk Qiyu.

The scholar's surname is Song, his name is light, and his current identity is a guest of a prominent disciple of Luzhou.

I saw him borrow a handkerchief and silk scarf from the dancing girl beside him, put it in his hand and pointed it with a sword,

The silk scarf was windless and automatic, and instantly folded itself into the shape of a white crane, standing in his palm, bowing his head and pecking the feathers on his body, smart and lively, lifelike.

"Go."

Song Shu chuckled lightly, flicked his palm, and the silky white crane immediately flapped its wings and flew high, heading straight for the moth.

Open the beak and swallow the moth with precision and swiftness.

The white crane is light and almost transparent under the light of the candle flame.

The guests in the room could clearly see the appearance of the moth being trapped in the belly of the white crane.

"Good!"

The four guests applauded one after another,

The scholar smiled slightly, and with a flick of his finger, the white crane immediately pounced on the candle flame and turned into ashes along with the moths in his abdomen.

The dancing girl who was sitting next to the scholar and pouring wine didn't follow it, hugged Song Shuqing's arm and coquettishly blamed, asking him to pay for a silk scarf,

The scholar had no choice but to beg for mercy repeatedly, so that he was not embarrassed, which made everyone laugh.

The king of Shu himself likes Qimen Fangshu, and there are many guests who know strange books in the house.

As the saying goes, if there is something good at the top, it must be very bad at the bottom, and the dignitaries and dignitaries in Luzhou City are not as resistant and fearful as other cities.

"Huh."

An elderly guest in the palace of the king of Shu shook his head, how could the banquet of the palace make outsiders stand out, and immediately smiled: "There is also a technique below, please take a look." ”

He squinted at the disciple beside him, who immediately understood, and took a huge yellowed bamboo tube from his waist.

After confessing his sin, he unscrewed the lid of the bamboo tube and pressed one end of the bamboo tube against the ground.

The elder guest Qing Shi Shiran took out a bamboo flute from his arms, took a deep breath, and blew it slowly.

The sound of the flute is ethereal and distant, full and quiet, but what is more eye-catching is the yellowed bamboo tube.

I saw one spider after another, crawling out of the bamboo tube,

These spiders are fist-sized, decently black, covered with pinprick-like brown hairs, and their chelicerae are sharp, narrow, and almost like a knife in their mouths.

The timid guests at the banquet exclaimed, and the dancing maids turned pale with fright.

The old guest smiled slightly and continued to blow the bamboo flute.

Suddenly, more than a dozen tarantulas seemed to have heard some command, and their stout and spiny steps were like soldiers, neatly arranged in three columns.

and facing Keqing, raising his forefeet, swaying his body from side to side,

Just like the soldiers on the martial arts field, they make various actions according to the instructions.

The guests present have only heard of snake dancers in Tianzhu, and have not heard of spiders dancing with the sound.

"It's good, it's good."

Bai Yongyan, who was sitting not far from the old man who danced the spider, chewed the crab claws and clapped vigorously, "It's a pity that it's not a blowing suona, otherwise you can send the spider family away happily." ”

When the old man heard this, his face was a little ugly,

He and Bai Yongyan are both guests in the palace of the king of Shu, as the so-called peers are enemies, everyone is a monk, and it is inevitable that they will compete with each other on weekdays.

"Oh?"

The old man of the dancing spider put down the bamboo flute, let all the tarantulas return to the bamboo tube, looked at Bai Yongyan and said indifferently: "I don't know if Brother Bai has any new thaumaturgic techniques, I want to share them with you?" ”