Taiheng Mountain is straight into the sky, halfway up the mountainside is the white vast area of clouds and mist, like a giant pillar through the sky, I don't know its height, I don't see the scene on the clouds.

Several villages are located next to the foot of Mount Taiheng.

Early in the morning, a man selling cooking cakes, carrying a flat basket drawer, was selling on both sides of the official road.

"The bread seller, bring twenty cakes!"

A group of merchants passed by, seven or eight big men, all hungry, staring at the snow-white cookcake and swallowing their saliva.

But the bread seller smiled at them embarrassedly, waved his hand, and said, "Wait a minute, I still have important business here, and I have to delay for a while, if you can't wait, you can go to the vendor in front of you to buy grain, so as not to miss your business." ”

After speaking, he put the cooking cakes in the flat shoulders, along with the cage drawer, in a noodle seller's stall in the same village, and hurriedly bypassed the group of merchants.

Several big men looked at each other, and just wanted to change to a vendor and buy something else to eat, but they found that the villagers who were setting up stalls and selling food around them all put down their hands and walked forward with the bread seller.

I saw these dozens of villagers walking together to the entrance of the village in an orderly manner, and then with a puff, they knelt straight towards the direction of Taiheng Mountain.

With words in their mouths, they raised their hands above their heads and kowtowed nine times on the ground with great reverence.

The merchants and passers-by were amazed and wondered what was going on.

A passer-by who walked this official road for the first time asked the surrounding passers-by in surprise:

"I've heard that there are often people who believe in the Tao and recite the Buddha, and they have to worship the immortal gods and Buddhas in the morning and evening, and now it is just the time of the hour, which is a good time to worship.

The big man who was a merchant and a delivery man shook his head, suppressed the hunger that had surged up early in the morning, and said curiously:

"No, no, no, we often walk this road, and we came to this village to eat a few months ago, at that time they didn't have so many rules, and I haven't heard of any immortal Taoist priests in their village......"

By the time everyone had finished this whole set of three salutes and nine bows, and stood up again with their red foreheads raised, half a moment had passed.

The passers-by and the seven or eight big men of the merchants, who had waited until now, refused to leave with doubts, hurriedly caught up, grabbed the smiling seller and asked:

"What kind of law is this, isn't there a ghost in the village, and I ask for the blessing of the immortals on the mountain?"

The seller was not angry, but only smiled at them and said, "Go, go, how can any evil dare to attack the idea of our village." ”

He wiped the blood on his forehead with his sleeve, pinched out twenty soft and snow-white cooking cakes, placed them in the cage drawer, and handed them to the big men of the merchants.

While collecting the money, he pretended to mysteriously summon them to his side, and whispered to the people:

"There were gods who came down to earth before and saved the lives of our whole village, and we are thanking the gods for their kindness."

The big men of the merchants, devouring the cooking cakes, said vaguely:

"Hey, we've been traveling north and south for several years, and every three or four hundred miles, there are a few villages that say they've met the fairy family, and it's not uncommon for you to do this......

Before he finished a sentence, a large cookcake had already been eaten, and the leading man chewed twice in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Why are your cakes so delicious, the last time I came to your village, I ate a sour cake like a dead gnocchi, I didn't expect your cake to be so delicious, bring me three more!"

"I'll want four more!"

"Five!"

These hungry men bought half of the cake seller's stock in a short time, and directly ate the basket of cooking cakes hanging in front of the flat shoulder.

The seller collected dozens of dollars and said happily:

"Then the last time you ate the same cake I sold, before our village, I was the only one who sold sour cakes."

Everyone bit the soft and sweet cake in their hands, how could they believe the words of this bread seller, they were all suspicious.

The bread seller did not hide his previous scandals, and generously told the experience of selling sour cakes.

Passers-by and scholars also came to see how the stinky hands that used to sell sour cakes have become good sellers of sweet and delicious cakes now.

Taking advantage of the gap between everyone buying and eating bread, the bread seller slowly told the story of the horse bandits attacking the village more than a month ago.

Finally, he laughed and said:

"Since then, somehow, I've gotten better and better. My craft, I can't say that that day, the immortals saw that I was not a mortal, and specially gave me some mana in secret, turning my sour hands into good hands! ”

Everyone saw that his words were detailed and the details were vivid, as if they had really seen the scene of the immortals punishing the horse bandits, and they were all skeptical.

But seeing that he finally touted his craftsmanship, he forcibly linked the work of making cakes with the fairy.

So everyone instantly laughed, thinking that he was lying nonsense.

Merchants have seen a lot of this kind of thing, and they think that the stories told by the bread seller before are just to find a good place to sell their own cooking cakes.

Seeing that the brothers had finished eating the bread, he interrupted the seller, bought him thirty more cakes as dry food, and prepared to go on his way, not wanting to listen any further.

The crowd laughed, just listening to an idle joke.

The bread seller didn't make much excuses, laughed and laughed with everyone, kept his hands and feet, and soon wrapped thirty pancakes.

Just as he was about to hand the cake to the merchant man, several sounds suddenly drifted between the clouds:

"Senior nephew, you go to the capital city of the next state and county to wait for me, I will go to see my teacher first, and then go to Jinyang City to determine the cause and effect, you go first."

"Uncle Shi, the red dust in Jinyang City is rolling, and I hope you will be less drunk and less lustful."

The clouds were thousands of feet high above the ground, and the crowd was so far away from them that by the time the sound came down, it was already muddy and muddy, and it was impossible to hear it really.

There are those who have bad ears, and even think that it is thunder from the sky, and shout loudly around them, "Thunder, thunder", and are anxious to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Everyone was shocked, only the bread seller suddenly looked up at Taiheng Mountain, threw the cooking cake in his hand aside, knelt down suddenly, and kowtowed.

These voices were subtle at first, as if they sounded from Taiheng Mountain, and when they came all the way to this side, they were already like drums, roaring above everyone's heads, and it seemed to be the voice of a man and a woman:

"What's the point of worrying about the color of the wine? Millions of years ago, the patriarch set up a 100-character mantra tablet at the mountain gate, saying: color is medicine, wine is Lu, and there is no restraint in the color of wine. ”

"Lu Zu's words can still have the second half of the sentence, if there is a disciple who learns this way, he will be immortalized by mistake because of flower wine, and when you drink and wear flowers and ghosts cry, then go to the underworld to share this way with his old man."

"Hahaha, don't worry, even if I get drunk, I will definitely hold a jar of good wine and die again, take it down and drink with the ancestor, I won't lose my courtesy!"

The female voice did not sound again, only a transparent jade umbrella floated along with laughter, falling through a white cloud, outlining a bit of blue sky and white sunshine, reflecting on the white jade umbrella, flooding a blue flow.

The sunlight shines through this hole in the clouds and shines into everyone's eyes.

When they lowered their heads and closed their eyes, and when they came back to their senses, there was already a figure in front of them.

A jade umbrella Shi Shiran opened, covering everyone's sight, only to see that this person seemed to be a Taoist priest, and he couldn't see clearly.

And the bread seller had already knelt down and kowtowed at the feet of this man.

At this man who was dressed in a Xuanqing Taoist robe and had a tall posture, he worshiped happily and reverently:

"Grandpa Fairy, Grandpa Fairy!"