To go to the Hebo Temple to worship incense, it takes about half an hour, not close, Chen Ping'an didn't feel anything, the man who delivered the incense was a little guilty, but he became more and more curious about the origin of this line.

The old farmer went down to the field to see the barnyard grass, and the woodcutter went up the mountain to see the good firewood. Since he relies on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water to draft the water, then different professions will make a living, what he sees in his eyes will be very different, this man is a mountain and a wild cultivator, and he is a person who delivers incense, and he will see more monks in his eyes. Moreover, the Qingluan Kingdom is not the same as most of the territory of Aquarius, and the relationship with the mountains is extremely close, and the imperial court has never deliberately elevated the status of the Immortal Family. This makes Qingluan Kingdom, especially the rich and noble court, very familiar with gods and monsters and mountain spirits.

Therefore, the Qingluan people have always regarded themselves quite highly.

Now there are countless well-dressed warriors pouring into Qingluan Country, coupled with this debate of Buddhism and Taoism that has attracted national attention, Qingluan Country has been in the limelight in the southeast of Aquarius for a while.

The man's cultivation is really shallow, only three realms, occasionally his wallet is bulging, he invites two or three friends to have a drink and chat, and finds that the superiority of being a Qingluan citizen is not inferior to being a qi practitioner.

This is probably the feeling of family and country.

It's just that the man doesn't dare to guarantee that when he becomes the immortal of the Middle Five Realms, he will be the same as those spectrum immortal masters.

However, the beautiful vision is too far away, and the road under your feet will eventually have to be walked step by step, and the rice in the bowl must be eaten in one bite, for example, you need to try your best to win over this group of outsiders at the moment.

Among the group, it is the young man who carries the sword and the bamboo box on his back, there is no doubt that his feet are light and his bearing is strict, he should be born in the hexagram of the immortal master, but the real roots should still come from the wealthy family.

And it will not be too early to go up the mountain to practice, otherwise the man has seen many young immortals who are not very good-born, and they are reincarnated well, so they have excellent qualifications, and they have the opportunity to cultivate early when they were young, and they are responsible for some wandering masters, or some great immortal sects are specifically responsible for finding and selecting good seedlings of monks, and they are in the middle of the picture, and they ascend to the sky in one step, but the acquired temperament and temperament of this kind of young monk are indeed the little immortal masters who are not popular with the dew of the meal, every time they travel down the mountain, they temper their hearts in the red dust, and they may not be aggressive to anyone, but there are very few approachable people, whether it is in the face of dignitaries and dignitaries, or heroes and heroes in the martial arts, they are treated equally, only the word indifference。

The little black charcoal girl who hangs the bamboo sword and bamboo sword is most likely the younger generation of the young son's family, and she is very aura when she looks at it, as for the two short old men, most of them are the guards who shelter from the wind and rain on the way to the rivers and lakes.

When the man was looking at and guessing their identities, Chen Ping'an was using Tongyezhou's elegant dialect to tell Pei Qian some inside stories about the mountain and river gods of Hebo.

Hebo, Hepo, etc., although they are gods recognized by the imperial court, can enjoy the incense offerings of the local people, but the rank is very low, which is equivalent to the officialdom who does not enter the clear stream. Obscene shrine, no matter how big the latter is, no matter how small the scale of the former is, it is still the latter who envy the former more, and the latter belongs to the attic in the air, without incense, it will be cut off, the golden body is rotten, waiting for death, and there is no ladder to rise, and it is easy to become the target of the immortal master, and the fat meat coveted by the mountain and the wild cultivator. The former Hebo Hepo and the like, even if a place of feng shui passes, and there is little incense, as long as the orthodoxy of the court still exists and is willing to help, you can change the position of the god, and then receive incense, and the golden body can be repaired.

When he arrived at the Hebo Ancestral Temple, which covers an area of more than ten acres, Miaozhu quickly went out to greet him, and personally explained the deeds of Master Hebo to Chen Ping'an and his party, as well as some inscriptions on the walls of the inscriptions.

On the way to the main hall to worship incense, the temple also hinted that Chen Ping'an only needs to spend three to five snowwighed money, he can leave handwriting on several snow-white walls, and the price is calculated according to the quality of the location, which can be admired by future generations, and the ancestral temple will be carefully protected from wind and rain. Then there is the matter of making offerings, as well as lighting the everlasting lamp, which are all good things to get married, but these depend on Chen Ping'an's own intentions, and the ancestral temple is definitely not forced.

The incense hander's face was slightly embarrassed, and he didn't get involved, and Miao Zhu reminded him several times to ask the man to help with a few beautiful words, but the man still couldn't open that mouth, although he was doing a business that did not match the identity of the qi practitioner, but it was probably a simple person by nature who couldn't say beautiful words, but he didn't see Miao Zhu's eyes.

Chen Ping'an gave Pei Qian and Zhu Yong three incense sticks, but Shi Rou didn't give it, after all, it was a female ghost who lived in the immortal relics, and she was afraid of making a mistake.

After paying homage to the incense, Miao Zhu already felt that adding a few more sesame oil money should be no fun, but he did not change his face because of this, most of the regrets, he was still polite, and he also kept Chen Ping'an and his party to go to his house to drink a cup of tea, and the man who handed the incense had been silent before, and then he spoke, and invited Chen Ping'an to drink tea with Miao Zhu, saying that the river water has not been a good water for boiling tea since ancient times, but the river water on the side of the temple of the River Bo Temple is very exquisite, containing a little water essence, which can benefit the body.

Miao Zhu laughed a little, in the verandah, while Chen Ping'an and his party were admiring the rubbings of the corridor inscription, Miao Zhu was slightly behind a figure, and secretly kicked the man, and his elbow turned out a little hard.

The man seemed to be accustomed to this, and smiled.

Chen Ping'an declined the kindness of the temple to invite tea, and just asked Pei Qian, "Do you want to write on the wall?"

Pei Qian shook his head vigorously.

Why didn't the old man of this temple go directly to grab the money, if it was converted into silver, she would be stoned to death Pei Qian, she was not willing to let the master spend this money, and the wooden harrier bought by the paper kite shop in the county town was only eight taels of silver!

It's just that Chen Ping'an turned his head to look at the old man in Miaozhu, and said with a smile: "Help us pick a relatively inconspicuous wall, the kind of three snowflakes, and the two of us will write a few words." By the way, is there a requirement for the number of words?"

Pei Qian almost lost the trekking pole in his hand, grabbed Chen Ping'an's sleeve, and shook his little head into a rattle.

Miao Zhu hurriedly said: "If it weren't for the best feng shui wall we have here, three snowflakes, even if Gongzi is full of walls, it doesn't matter." ”

After that, the temple Zhu led the way quickly, asked the man to help say hello, and asked the ancestral temple to hurry up and prepare the pen and ink.

The group stayed in the verandah of the fourth courtyard, and while waiting for the pen and ink to be retrieved, Miaozhu smiled a little smugly, pointed to a literati poem on the wall not far away, and boasted: " Although it is behind here, it is not conspicuous, but it is actually the feng shui treasure of our ancestral temple, to tell the truth, I really saw that I had a fate with the son, so I led the son here, and that is the ink treasure of our Qingluan country Liu Lao Lang, this Liu Lao Lang is really our Qingluan country's celebrity, is a well-deserved Shuo Confucian everyone, one-handed book, presumably the son has already seen the skill of the fire, no need for me to say anything. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The pen is strong, and the muscles and bones are strong." ”

This is not because Chen Ping'an is vassally elegant, but because he has indeed seen a lot of good words.

For example, Li Xisheng, Cui Dongshan, Zhong Kui.

Miaozhu stretched out his thumb, "Childe is an expert and has an excellent vision." ”

Chen Ping'an was a little weak-hearted.

is similar to learning chess, in the matter of writing, Chen Ping'an is really mediocre in qualifications, and if he pushes it forward, he is not as talented as firing porcelain blanks.

Pei Qian was even more worried, the money was definitely going to be spent, if she didn't write it in vain, if no one cared, she couldn't wait to even write it on the floor of this Hebo Temple, and even write it on the statue of Hebo God to feel that it was not a loss, but she ridiculed the old cook Zhu Yong as the words earthworm crawling and chickens and ducks walking, so big and written on the wall, she was afraid of losing the face of the master.

The man brought a pen and ink inkstone with a familiar young man adopted by the Hebo Ancestral Temple.

Pei Qian became more and more nervous, and hurriedly leaned his walking pole against the wall, took off the leaning package, took out a book, and planned to quickly extract beautiful sentences from above, she had a good memory, in fact, she had already memorized it well, but her little head was blank at this moment, and she remembered a sentence and a half. Zhu Yong gloated on the side, and laughed at her in a weird way, saying that she had copied so many words after reading the book for so long, she was blind, and she didn't read a word into her stomach, and she was still a sage and a sage, and a little fool was still a little fool. Pei Qian didn't have time to take care of this old chef with a bad heart, and he flipped through the books, but when he looked for it, he felt that it was not good enough, and if he really wanted to write it on the wall, he would be embarrassed and embarrassed.

Pei Qian closed the book, cried with a sad face, and said to Chen Ping'an: "Master, don't you have a lot of bamboo slips full of words, you can't borrow a few from me, I don't know what to write." ”

Chen Ping'an had already taken the brush, planning to write a few lines of poetry and essays that he admired, but when he saw Pei Qian's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help laughing and handed the brush to Pei Qian, "Just write the sentence that you think makes the most sense in the book, I really can't think of it, just write something in my heart, don't be so nervous, just like copying a book." ”

Looking at Chen Ping'an's smile, Pei Qian felt a little relieved, took a deep breath, took the brush, and then raised his head, looked at the snow-white wall, and always felt so terrible, so his eyes kept moving down, and finally slowly squatted down, she actually planned to write at the root of the wall?

Chen Ping'an remembered an old incident when he was a teenager, that is, he and Liu Xianyang, as well as the little slug Gu Can, went to the small temple together to write with charcoal, Liu Xianyang and Gu Can in order to compete with other names, the two of them thought of countless ways for this, and finally stole a family's ladder, rushed all the way out of the town, crossed the stone arch bridge to the small temple, set up a ladder, and then wrote the names of the three on the highest place on the wall of the small temple. It was Liu Xianyang who stole the ladder from a family in Qilong Lane, Gu Can's charcoal stolen from his own house, and finally Chen Ping'an held the ladder, Liu Xianyang wrote the biggest, Gu Can couldn't write, or Chen Ping'an helped him write it, that bright word, Chen Ping'an asked his neighbor Zhigui for advice, and he knew how to write.

So Chen Ping'an smiled and pulled her ears, picked her up, and then squatted down and let her ride on his neck, "Write it on the highest place, no one can see it." ”

Pei Qian held a brush in his hand, sat on Chen Ping'an's neck, scratched his head with one hand, and didn't dare to put down the pen for a long time, and Chen Ping'an didn't urge.

Zhu Yong smiled evilly: "Pei Da Woman, you just write about the iron bones and the grass on the wall, and see the wind to make the rudder lose money and goods, which is more suitable for the situation, and it is real." Follow me to give you the heroes of the rivers and lakes in the Romance of the Rangers, after slashing and killing the wicked, you have to shout that so-and-so is here, which is a reason. It will definitely be famous and famous. Maybe when we arrive in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, everyone will hug their fists and call Pei Nuxia when they see you, wouldn't it be a beautiful talk?"

Pei Qian turned his head and wrinkled his little face, "Zhu Yong, if you do this again, if you do this again, I will ...... I'm crying to you!"

Chen Ping'an raised his leg and kicked Zhu Yong, and scolded with a smile: "If you don't respect the old man, you know how to bully Pei Qian." ”

Zhu Yong laughed, nodded and said: "The young master speaks, and the old slave will let her go, this guy picks and chooses every time he eats with a round belly, and the old slave is not angry." ”

Shi Rou couldn't stand this old and young.

For example, before occasionally leaving the official road, trekking through mountains and rivers passing by some mountain villages, and encountering earth dogs barking at their strangers, this girl named Pei Qian would hold a walking stick and rush over It was a crazy magic swordsmanship, dusty, and people ran faster than dogs.

The old pervert Zhu Yong would be so bored that he helped the little girl block the road, and after intercepting the earth dog lying on the ground with his tail clamped, Pei Qian squatted and held the dog's head, glared and asked: "Little brother, what's the matter? Isn't it fierce? Apologize to Pei Nuxia, otherwise I will hit you on the dog's head......"

Then the villagers and children saw it, scolded and ran over, Chen Ping'an took the lead in anointing the soles of his feet, and the group began to run away.

Shi Rou didn't understand, is this interesting?

But Chen Ping'an, who is usually quite upright, seems to be ...... Running happily?

Don't mention Pei Qian's child, you are a gentleman of the big devil of Cui, a great martial artist of the Far Traveling Realm, don't you be ashamed?

and met a big white goose on the riverside road, and the old embryo instigated Pei Qian to go to the trick, but Pei Qian chased after him, his butt was pecked many times, and he ran to Chen Ping'an's side sweating profusely, and sighed that it was too powerful to beat it at all. Chen Ping'an smiled no less than Zhu Yong at that time.

Shi Rou has always felt that she is incompatible with these three people.

I even feel that it would be better for me to follow Cui Dongshan's side?

At this time, Pei Qian finally began to write with a pen, but the inscription on the wall and copying books on paper are two different things, the first stroke, that horizontal is crooked, Pei Qian gasped, reached out and wiped the sweat on his face, gritted his teeth bitterly, and wrote four words, "Heaven and earth are in harmony", but after writing half a sentence, her body leaned back slightly, how to look at how funny, she simply did not have the usual half of the ability to copy half of the book, she didn't have to look at Zhu Yong, she knew that this old cook was stealing fun, making fun of her pen only ghosts and no gods.

Pei Qian hesitated, and simply put the half sentence aside.

The pen moved down slightly, dipped in ink, and wrote the sentence "Pei Qian and Master came here for a visit".

Done!

Pei Qian felt quite satisfied, the words were still not good, but the content was good.

is worthy of being a master and apprentice, when Chen Ping'an was in the Zhuangzi burned by Song Yu, the old sword saint of the Combing Water Country, on the stone cliff behind the waterfall, it was such a lame road.

Chen Ping'an didn't force Pei Qian to write more, put her down, and said to Zhu Yong: "You also write some?"

Zhu Yong rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Forget it, I haven't mentioned a pen for many years, I must have a raw pen, and I am smiling and generous." ”

Chen Ping'an still handed the brush to Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong is not a twister, he doesn't drag the mud and water when he takes the pen, and after he bears it in one hand, he dips the pen in the ink in the other, brewing in his heart.

I have seen the little girl's "pen power", in fact, the temple Zhu and the incense hander man, and then Shi Rou, all have no hope for Zhu Yong, and the rickety old man calls himself an "old slave", which is the slave of the wealthy lord.

Chen Ping'an knew the details of Zhu Yong.

In the blessed land of lotus flowers, Zhu Yong was known as "Zhu Yong's noble son, a shy immortal" before he went completely crazy.

Zhu Yong wrote a poem of the lotus flower blessed land, written in cursive, the number of words is not much, more than 100 words, the content is every word, as for the words on the wall, the flow of clouds is even more shocking.

Miaozhu is a person who knows the goods, and muttered: "Gather like mountains, scatter like wind and rain, swift as thunder and lightning, and swift as eagles...... Wonderful to the pinnacle, already superb, is definitely a hidden master of the book world......"

Zhu Yong has a lot of light ink and dry brush, so there is very little ink dipping, and the rhyme is closely connected, which can be called a one-stop.

Even that Shi Rou had to admit it...... It is really intolerable that an old embryo can write such good words!

Zhu Yong handed the brush back to Chen Ping'an, "Young master, the old slave has the courage to throw bricks and lead jade, don't joke." ”

Chen Ping'an couldn't cry or laugh, thinking to himself, didn't you Zhu Yong put yourself on the fire?

The three people of Hebo Ancestral Temple were really full of expectation.

Chen Ping'an thought that he could only let them down.

Zhu Yong is not a kind of brick throwing, and the three people in the ancestral temple will know what it means to be in front of the jade and rubble in the back.

Chen Ping'an originally wanted to copy the words on a few bamboo slips according to what he thought in his heart.

Zhu Yong smiled and said: "Young master, why don't you write something from your heart?" The young master has a gap in his chest, so he can find another way, why follow the ancients everywhere. ”

Chen Ping'an thought about it, and after standing still, he clenched his fist in his abdomen with one hand and wrote with a pen in the other.

After Chen Ping'an finished writing two sentences, there was silence.

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and returned the brush.

The temple wishes and the incense giver sent them out of the Hebo Temple.

On the way, Miao Zhu mentioned the old waiter Liu again, and he was very worried.

It turned out that after the resignation of the Qingluan country and the retreat, in the green mountains and green waters, the lion park, which is known as one of the top ten famous gardens in the Qingluan country, had a strange thing at the end of last winter, there was a fox ghost, the god was haunted, and the little daughter of the old waiter Liu Lang was fascinated, from a young girl in the prime of life, to the fox charm of the handsome young man, bullied into a poor man with skin and bones, the fox charm with a profound temperament is strange and unpredictable, and does not kill, but is brilliant and proficient in three teachings, hired many mountain immortals to go home to surrender monsters, never thought about various schools, many old immortals on the mountain, spectrum immortals, and even some of the well-known but superb mountain Zeye Xiu, went, without exception, all of them played disgraced to the fox charm, either to rob the weapon or steal the magic weapon of the spiritual weapon, and had to privately beg grandpa to tell grandma to ask the fox demon to go back.

This incident, Chen Ping'an saw it in the mountain mansion newspaper of Baihuayuan, the immortal inn in the county town, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time, and the reward amount of the lion garden was written on the newspaper, no matter who it was, as long as anyone could expel the fox charm, Liu Lao Lang was willing to take out three ancestral antiques and offer them with both hands.

When approaching the gate of the ancestral temple, the man who delivered the incense couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Liu Lao Shilang is a rare good official and Qing official, the family style is very good, I was fortunate to deal with a Liu family disciple a few years ago, the young scholar, is indeed gentle and courteous, it can be seen that the Liu family style is positive." ”

Miaozhu sighed: "It's not, look at the Liu family disciple who served as the county magistrate near us, within four years, he was diligent and diligent, but he did a lot of practical things, which we really saw in our eyes, if you said that the Liu scholar you saw was just a good scholar and tutor, this county magistrate is a real Shiren Jimin, alas, I don't know what happened to the Lion Park now, I hope I have driven away the fox charm." ”

Pei Qian was terrified when he heard it.

I almost took out the talisman and put it on my forehead.

Zhu Yong smiled playfully.

Okay, do you want us to do the right thing for heaven?

Shi Rou naturally hoped that more things would be better than less.

The fox charm who can make waves in the land of Gyeonggi, the Taoist cultivation is definitely not much worse, in case it is a big demon of the Jindan Land Immortal, when the time comes, Zhu Yong deliberately harms himself and chooses to stand by, do you really want to give her the high-spirited Chen Ping'an a knife to block the magic weapon?

Chen Ping'an never interjected, and after walking out of the gate, he hugged his fist and said goodbye to the temple wishes.

Then continue to rush to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Gaoming's house, the ghost looks at its household. ”

Zhu Yong smiled and nodded, "Correct solution." ”

After Chen Ping'an and the others left, there were no pilgrims in the Hebo Temple for the time being.

An ethereal, golden scribe stepped out of the statue and into the fourth verandah, where he stood under the wall.

Miaozhu was a little flustered, and said bitterly: "Master Hebo, there is not much incense now, don't stay too long." ”

The gods of mountains and rivers, if they want to appear in the world with a golden body, they need the support of essence incense.

The mountains are upright, the incense is prosperous, and it naturally doesn't matter, but this small Hebo Temple must be carefully calculated.

The middle-aged Confucian image of the old man smiled.

Showing a relieved look that had not been seen for a long time, he turned his head to look at the sky, and said happily: "My temple is too small, and the master's spirit is too big." The little river uncle, like drinking alcohol, is drunk. Fortunately, fortunately, quickly, quickly!"

Miao Zhu was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

But he found that his own old man, who had always been sad and depressed, not only was his eyebrows bright, but also the golden light was flowing at this moment, which seemed to be much more condensed than before.

Miaozhu turned his head abruptly and looked at the wall again.

It's not about reading that cursive.

It's the two italics that are upright.

The moon in the sky, the moon on earth, the moon on the shoulders of studying, the moon in the eyes of the fence, the bamboo basket is broken and round.

The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind at the foot of the sword, the wind in the sage's study, and the wind blowing duckweed.