It was the height of summer, and the sun was shining, roasting the entire Wuwei City boundary like a big furnace.

The road was sparsely populated, and the stones were not shaded by the trees, and they were so hot from the scorching sun that they seemed to be able to roast even a horse's hooves. Looking into the distance, I saw a heat wave rising, flickering and flickering, as if I was in a mirage. And the nanmu forests on both sides of the road, the dark green leaves are also so hot that they hang down, only the tireless acquaintances, still making the sound of upsetting cicadas.

At this time, at the foot of Diecai Mountain, forty miles away from the northwest suburbs of Wuwei City, a group of people came. The first rider was a capable middle-aged man in his forties, as if a guide was leading the way in front, and behind him, followed by a cardamom girl, two teenagers under twenty and two boys about ten years old, with a red horse unique to the northwest under his crotch, and there was no trace of variegation in the red mane of the whole body.

These five people, naturally, have been frequently haunting Wuwei City recently, and the five-person group led by Yu Yining has finally set foot on the land outside Wuwei City after walking around Wuwei City.

Behind them was Chen Zhiyi, the leader of the guards, who followed closely with about twenty knights.

Chen Zhiyi himself is a native of Wuwei, away from his hometown for more than ten years, although there is no one close to his family, but this time he returned to Puzhou, he also saw many old acquaintances and relatives and friends, and his heart was comfortable.

In these days when the five people were in Wuwei City, Yu Zhongqian did not let Chen Zhiyi accompany him, but gave him a long vacation to reunite with relatives and friends, which also moved Chen Zhiyi.

When he went out of the city today, he didn't want him to follow, but when the five of them led the horse out, they happened to meet Chen Zhiyi, who was trying to recruit people in the martial arts arena, he was worried about the safety of the three princes and the county lord, and he was afraid that the other guards would not understand the temperament of the two, so he must follow in person.

Although Chen Zhiyi is from Wuwei, he has never been to Yuqingguan, and several people found a guide in the family, and the group bought some steamed buns for breakfast in the city, and then went out of the city and came to Diecai Mountain.

As the name suggests, the mountains are light green five-fingered cedar, dark green nanmu, bright yellow golden elm, bright purple purple-leaved plum, and bright red phoenix maple...... Several trees of different colors are layered on top of each other, which is very beautiful.

Among the mountains and mountains, there was only a cyan stone road leading to the mountainside, where the group dismounted, left two guards to guard, and stepped on the slightly smooth bluestone slab that had been trampled by countless pairs of feet, and walked towards the mountain.

After walking for more than two quarters of an hour, a Taoist temple appeared in the field of vision, on the mountain gate of the red glowstone, there was a huge plaque with gold characters on a black background, and three big characters were written on it, which was the Yuqing Temple.

In the past, although the incense of Yuqingguan was extremely prosperous, but in this hot summer, it was sparsely populated, the door was crowded, and the little Taoist priest who welcomed the guests outside the view was also hiding in the shade of the tree, dozing off boredly, until the rattle of the rhino leather boots on the bluestone road was getting closer and closer, so that the little Taoist priest woke up from the haze.

All the Taoist priests who were sent to welcome guests had developed a pair of fiery eyes, and from a distance, they looked at the dress of several people and the guards behind them, and combined with the news of the 80th birthday of the old man Fu in Wuwei City in the past few days, they actually guessed the identities of several people in an instant. As soon as the little Taoist saw the distinguished guest coming to the door, he hurriedly straightened his hair bun, stroked the folds on his robe due to dozing, and trotted in front of the Yu brothers and sisters and Shi Zhiyi.

"A few distinguished guests are coming, and the small view is shining, please come in quickly. Donors have worked hard all the way, and there is a good soup to relieve the heat, please move to relieve the heat. While greeting a few people, he sang loudly to the temple: "Distinguished guests are ......"

When a group of people entered the mountain gate, they saw dozens of steps leading to the top of the mountain, and at the end of the steps, a magnificent Taoist temple came into view. Looking at the ancient trees outside the sky, the thick shade covers the ground, in this scorching summer, it is like a paradise fairy blessed land.

When I entered the main gate, I saw six or seven little Taoist priests coming towards me, holding celadon tea cups in their hands, which must be the soup that the little Taoist priest said about relieving the heat.

Several people galloped all the way, and they were indeed thirsty, so they did not shirk and took the teacup. The little Taoist priest trotted all the way, presumably to report the news inside. A cup of summer soup had just been drunk, and I saw an old Taoist with a whisk in his hand and a fairy wind bone flashing out of nowhere: "Several donors have come from afar, and they have worked hard all the way. But I don't know if I came this time, whether to pray for blessings or ask for a signature?"

The county lord of Yi Ning took a folding fan and fanned the wind vigorously, and stepped forward and said, "I heard that you are here, and it is extremely accurate to ask for signs and hexagrams, but is it true?"

Lao Dao stroked his long beard and said proudly: "What the female donor said is true, whether it is praying for blessings or asking for signs, in this Puzhou radius of eight thousand miles, if I Yuqingguan recognizes the second, then no one dares to recognize the first." ”

Lord Yi Ning clapped his hands and said, "That's good! Let's pray for blessings today, and then ...... Later, take me there. ”

Lao Dao whipped up the dust, bowed down to lead the way, and led everyone towards the view. Passing through a bluestone square, there are three majestic and solemn halls standing in front of them, and a group of people climbed the stairs and came to the front of the palace gate of the most central Sanqing Palace. On the side of the hall door, there is a merit box, and several small Taoist priests are standing behind the box with incense candles in their hands.

Shi Zhiyi took out six or seven gold bars from his arms, about a hundred taels, and put them in the merit box. These gold bars, but he won from Da Xi Mengze that day, although there were as many as seven or eight thousand taels, but for him it was a drop in the bucket, and he kept some on his body for spare use.

Seeing that Yu Yiling was in high spirits, and wanted to pray for Old Man Fu, he grabbed a few more, and the right was to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

The old Taoist swept to the handful of yellow and clear gold bars, and his eyebrows were slightly undetectable, and immediately a little Taoist priest sent a bunch of thick incense candles up and handed them to everyone.

After taking the incense and candles, he stepped into the main hall. In the main hall, it is even more solemn, and the three Qing Dao Ancestors, who are at least three zhang high, sit on the lotus platform and look down on all beings. On the wall behind the ancestor of the Sanqing Dao, it is painted with gold lacquer full of vivid cranes, lingzhi, gossip and other patterns, decorating the main hall with extraordinary martial arts.

In front of the ancestor of the three Qing Daoists, there is a row of more than ten futons, several people will light the incense candles in their hands, enshrine in the incense burner, then kneel on the futon, silently pray in their hearts.

Although Shi Zhiyi was dragged over by the lord of Yining, but the old man Fu's love for him made him feel deeply, and he knelt in front of Sanqing at this time, his heart was extremely pious, and he prayed sincerely, hoping that the old man could break through that layer of separation as soon as possible and enter the supreme martial arts.

After the incense was served, the lord of Yining asked everyone to stay in the hall and sit idly, but he ran to the Guanyin Hall on the right side and asked the old Taoist to sign it.

"I don't know what the female donor wants to ask?" Lao Dao stroked his long beard, quite a bit of fairy wind and bones, which made the county lord of Yi Ning feel a little more trusted. She squirmed for a long time, until her face was red to the base of her neck, then she opened her teeth lightly, and squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "marriage"