Early the next morning, the news spread that the temple had been turned into a mountain.

Everyone has different opinions, some people say that the old monk Moyun has become a Buddha, and before leaving, he deliberately turned the temple into a mountain for future generations to admire.

It is also said that a hundred years ago, Qingliang Temple itself was a mountain, and it was turned into a temple by using mana.

It's been a hundred years now, and the spell has lost its effect, what it used to be, and what it is now.

"My third aunt's second uncle's nephew, is the vegetable farmer who delivers vegetables to the temple, I heard him say that the Qingjing Temple used to be a mountain temple, but an old monk with a high line of Taoism came, and he made a bet with the mountain god to win the temple of the mountain god, and built a monk temple on the same place.

How bad the monk is, it must be Liu Bei borrowing Jingzhou, and there is no repayment of the loan! As a result, last night, the two sides were fighting in the temple, only to hear a crackling sound, and guess what! ”

"What's wrong?"

"It didn't work out, as soon as the mountain god got angry, he slapped the temple with his backhand, just like the Buddha patted the monkey, and covered a big mountain on the temple with a click."

"No, if it clicks on, why didn't we hear anything?"

"That's it, a mountain descends from the sky, and the earth can't shake the mountain, I didn't sleep until the second half of the night last night, and there was no movement."

"Hey, did I say it or did you say, look at all of you who can become powerful people, right?"

In the restaurant, everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, talking about the Qingjing Temple.

Wang Xu sat on the second floor, heard the conversation of the people around him, Fu Yi smiled, and said with a smile: "I've only been sitting for a few minutes, and I've heard three or four versions, how do you know that you are here to brag if you have finished the farm work in this group of people!" ”

"What the hell is going on in Qingjing Temple, although the old monk Moyun is dead, but his disciples are all here, there is no need to be a bird and beast, right?" Ye Zhiqiu sat opposite Wang Xu and asked boredly.

Wang Xu shrugged his shoulders, lay on the chair and said: "I really know about this, when I came back yesterday, I happened to meet them blocking the mountain gate and wanted to take refuge in Xiangguo Temple. According to the meaning of those disciples, it seems that the Qingjing Temple will wait for Monk Moyun to return before opening, saying that it is explained by Monk Moyun. ”

"Okay, that's interesting, if you want me to say, the old monk Moyun has a lot of enemies outside, this is because I am afraid that the disciples and grandchildren will not be able to guard the temple." Ye Zhiqiu sighed, took a sip of tea when he said this, and gave Wang Xu an expression that I guessed everything.

Wang Xu was noncommittal, Zen Master Moyun was born in Xiangguo Temple, and he believed that there was a powerful enemy, and it would be too false to say that he couldn't keep a pure temple.

Xiangguo Temple has such a big signboard, and a few people dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, aren't they afraid of hitting the small ones and the old ones.

"Scholar, what's wrong with you, unhappy?"

When he looked up, Wang Xu suddenly found that Ning Caichen had been sitting here for a while, and he had been silent, looking like he had something on his mind.

"Hey!" Hearing Wang Xu's words, Ning Caichen sighed, showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and choked up: "Xiaoqian is gone..."

"Gone?"

Wang Xu paused for a moment and said in surprise: "She was reincarnated?" ”

Ning Caichen cried and nodded, tears and snot, and said sadly: "Xiaoqian said that people and ghosts have different paths, and being with me is harming me, in order not to hurt each other, she was reincarnated before dawn." ”

It is not a joke that people and ghosts have different paths, because people belong to yang and ghosts belong to yin, and people can't stand the ghost spirit on ghosts.

Unless Nie Xiaoqian cultivates into a ghost immortal, or Ning Caichen abandons the way of literature and Taoism and takes the path of Maoshan to invite the Immortal Sect, otherwise their love will not end well.

Even, it is not safe to join the Immortal Sect, although the Immortal Sect is one of the Maoshan Dao veins, it is also known as the most difficult to become a Dao vein.

No one can say clearly, it is difficult to become a great way to invite immortals, whether it is because of his own lack of cultivation, or because he has lost his luck by dealing with ghosts and gods for a long time.

"It's okay to be separated, love and love are not suitable for us, they all say that love is stronger than Jin, is there a sword stronger?" Ye Zhiqiu was not afraid of big things when he saw the excitement, peeled the peanuts on the table, and said with an indifferent face: "Come, don't mention this, drinking, drinking is the right thing." ”

"You think I'm you, the sky is like a quilt and the ground is a bed, a sword goes everywhere, there is no tomorrow today." Ning Cai was not lightly angry, picked up the wine jug and poured himself a glass, the wine was full, and he choked and coughed.

"Hey, you can't drink, this is fifteen years of soju, it's a waste for you to drink it." Ye Zhiqiu snatched the wine jug distressedly, for people who love wine, spoiling wine is spoiling him, if you beat him and scold him, he won't ignore it, and it is absolutely not okay to touch his wine.

"Isn't it just wine, let me have a good drink, and I won't feel bad when I'm drunk." Ning Caichen went up to compete with Ye Zhiqiu, wanting to use wine to dispel his sorrows and dilute the pain of parting.

Watching the two of them push back and forth, competing for a pot of wine, Wang Xu smiled unkindly: "It is said that the two dogs fight for one bone, and the dogs do not give in, and the two of you are similar, right?" ”

"It's about the same, it's much worse, does the dog drink, does it know what it means to be drunk and dream of death?"

Ye Zhiqiu was young and strong, and as he spoke, he pushed Ning Caichen away and began to blow at the spout of the wine jug.

After blowing half a pot in one go, he put down the wine pot and said angrily: "Good wine, really good wine, there is such wine to drink every day, even if I die in the hands of monsters one day, I don't feel a loss." ”

"As long as you are here with me, there is enough good wine and good food, it depends on whether you are reluctant to stay." Wang Xu ate the wine and food, and said without raising his head.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head again and again, he just said casually, waved his hand and said: "Don't take it seriously, I am a monk, I want to be quiet and do nothing, if I pursue wealth all day long, I won't be the same as you?" ”

"What's wrong with me, I'm reading a sage article, writing about the Spring and Autumn Period, Zi said..."

As soon as Ning Caichen was halfway through his words, Ye Zhiqiu, who couldn't listen to it, tore a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, and scolded with a smile: "Shut up, what are you studying for, it's not about getting promoted and making a fortune, I've seen a lot of laypeople like you, and I said, you are a big-headed ghost." ”

A scholar, a Taoist priest, there is no barrier between laughter and scolding.

Wang Xu shook his head secretly, Ning Caichen was so shy when he first saw it, but now that he is familiar with it, he took off the mask he wore on his face, and he actually looked a little scoundrel.

Sure enough, Gao Leng or anything is fake, and among acquaintances, few can be cold.

Stomp Tread...

In the midst of laughter, the sound of striding on the stairs came from outside the box.

Wang Xu raised his head slightly, the footsteps were very heavy, but the breathing sound was weak and inaudible, and the person who came was a master.

"Humble duty, Fuzhou Jinyi Wei Qianhu Zuoquan, just came back from the capital today, specially came to meet the adult, I don't know if the adult is inconvenient?" The footsteps stayed outside the box, but the sound resounded in the ears of Wang Xu and the others, as if someone was lying on his shoulder to speak.

"Left Qianhu!"

Wang Xu's heart moved slightly, but his face was silent, and he said indifferently: "Come in." ”

Click...

The box opened, and a middle-aged man about thirty or forty years old, carrying four knives on his back, walked in with a resolute face.

The moment he saw this person, Wang Xu felt a little more clear in his heart, the Zuo Quanzuo Qianhu here was indeed the Zuo Qianhu in the movie.

"Adults are so young!"

The moment he saw Wang Xu, Zuo Quan was also stunned.

When he was in the capital, when he heard the news of Jiang Tianchen's death, Zuo Quan was dotting up and down, wanting to move from the position of Qianhu.

As a result, within a few days, the old chief who had been secretly promoting him, Master Meng, the envoy of Jinyiwei, told him that he didn't have to be busy, and the position of the envoy of Fuzhou was already there.

When he heard the news, Zuo Quan was like a thunderbolt, and repeatedly asked who was sitting on the envoy.

Master Meng was vague, just shook his head and didn't say a word.

For a long time, Zuo Quan thought that the person who picked the peaches was an old man with gray hair who had been sitting in the position of a thousand households for half his life.

Looking at it now, this is too young, Zuo Quan asked himself when he was in this grade, he was still complacent about being a hundred.

"Why, it's unwilling to see me so young?" Wang Xu raised his head slightly, his eyes full of banter.

Hearing this, Zuo Quan shook his head and replied: "Since the adults are selected above, it means that Zuo has some skills that are not as good as others, and there is nothing unwilling." ”

"Oh, the truth?"

Wang Xu was a little surprised, he was used to shouting that my life is up to me, but in fact he was the protagonist who couldn't afford to lose, and this kind of person who dared to admit it after losing became a clear stream.

"Zuo doesn't lie, I came here this time to see who my boss is, and second, to report to the adult about the arrangements of the imperial court."

When Zuo Qianhu said this, he took out a document from his bosom and whispered: "I was ordered to build the Cihang Hall for the national teacher in the southern coastal area, so as to facilitate the national teacher to come to the south to teach the Fa. ”

"Build the Cihang Palace!"

Wang Xu took the official letter and glanced at it, looked at the big seal on it, and thought secretly: "Pudu Cihang's southern tour of the law, isn't this the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story 2?" Could it be that A Chinese Ghost Story 2 is about to start? ”