Who would have thought that the ordeal also began on this day.

In the Pure Land of Bliss Sutra Hall, five demons broke in, the five-colored light demon, to steal the scriptures. Piao Ranzi was loyal to his duties and led them out of the Tibetan Scripture Palace, but he was almost taken away by the five demons, destroying his body, turning away the yang god, and a trace of the yin god. Thanks to the timely arrival of the Bodhisattva, he was rescued. In the future, step by step, repeated hardships and adventures, finally, wearing the skin given by the Taoist priest of Lingshan Ancient Cave, returned to the hometown of Shuicheng, which I thought about day and night.

"Hey, hey, why are your eyes straight? You can't look at it?" The editors looked at this young man, his expression was dull, his eyes were straight and stunned, he didn't know what to think, and hurriedly called.

"Oh, I'll take a look. Piao Ranzi hurriedly stopped Lian Pian's thoughts, blinked his eyes, and looked down at Fu Zhi. "Feixian Bridge, hey, but it was named because Chu Piaoran became a flying immortal. ”

He looked further down and recorded the grand occasion of building the bridge, including how many stones were used, how much wood, how many craftsmen there were, how the people on both sides of the strait spontaneously helped each other, and so on. There are some rumors behind it, but it's interesting.

"Why, among the Eight Immortals, Tie Guan Li still came to contribute to the repair of the bridge?" Piao Ranzi asked, pointing to a paragraph.

"Yes, legend has it that Taishou brought in the timber and disappeared without a trace overnight. Taishou sent people to inquire for several days, but his whereabouts were not found. A man on crutches and carrying a big gourd came to ask for food, and he said that he knew where the timber had gone, and told him to gather all the craftsmen at a well tomorrow morning to line up. Sure enough, the next morning, timber came out of the well, and it poured out one after another. Later generations speculated that this lame man was called Huazi, and he was the Tie Guan Li among the Eight Immortals. The Lord laughed.

"Oh, there is also a barefoot Taoist priest, who cooks for the craftsmen who built the bridge, without firewood, and uses a big foot instead of firewood, which is really godly" Piao Ranzi said again.

"Who said it wasn't," Ji Xiu said with a smile. "I've also heard that when the bridge is being built, when it's almost time to cook, it rains and the firewood used for cooking is wet. For a few days, every day. The craftsmen were worried, and a barefoot veteran came to see the craftsmen worrying about making a fire and cooking, and volunteered to help, saying that he had a way. The craftsmen were hungry for days and had no strength to work. The Dazu Taoist priest said: I will cook a meal for you first, and everyone said that the firewood was wet and could not make a fire. The Dazu Taoist priest ordered someone to prepare the rice noodles, put a big foot into the stove, and immediately ignited a raging fire, and cooked the rice noodles in a moment. Later, people said that this big-footed Taoist priest was a barefoot immortal who helped him in the lower realm. ”

"And what about the magical," Piao Ranzi looked at the "Shuicheng Mansion Chronicles", "Taishou sent someone to the Dragon Palace to ask the Dragon King to help, is there really such a thing?"

"Yes," said the Lord. "At that time, I threw the foundation stone into the Huishui River, and they were all washed away by the current. There is a Mr. Yin and Yang who told him that he could hand over a post of worship and send it to the Dragon Palace, and ask the Dragon King of the East China Sea to cut off the flow of the Huishui River for three days, and then send water after laying the foundation. Taishou wrote a post, and there was a strong man named Xia Dahai who volunteered to go to the Dragon Palace. Sure enough, three days later, the Huishui River was cut off for three days, and the craftsmen built the bridge well, and the water flow resumed as before. ”

"This paragraph, there is Guanyin Bodhisattva to help, is there really such a thing?" asked Piaoranzi.

"It seems like a rumor. However, it may be true that people say that they have noses and eyes. Ji Bian cultivated, "The Dragon King of the East China Sea can only be cut off for three days, the river is wide, even if he does it day and night, he can't put all the foundation stones down, not to mention repairing it." The craftsmen were still worried, and a woman in white came, her face was like the Guanyin of the Guanyin Pavilion of Jingqing Temple, only to see her waving the dust, and a group of white pigs came, just when the craftsmen were dazzled, guess what?" Ji Bianxiu asked, and did not allow everyone to answer, and said: "This group of white pigs jumped into the river from the shore, and everyone didn't understand that the white pigs in the river had turned back into stones. It turned out that the woman in white turned the stone into a white pig and drove it into the river. In this way, the craftsmen quickly repaired the foundation of the bridge, and it did not take even three days. ”

"This bridge is really legendary," he said. "I've finished reading the record of the Feixian Bridge. Thank you for your help, I came to the ancestral home of Shuicheng, and my wish has been fulfilled. Piao Ranzi thanked him.

Everyone is not welcome. Out of the History Museum, Piao Ranzi said goodbye to Ji Bianxiu: "Thank you for your help, Chu is grateful." ”

"Hou Sheng Chu, Shuicheng didn't find your clan, where are you going?" Ji Bian said.

"I don't know. I'll walk around the city first. Piaoranzi said.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, you can stop at my house first. "Ji Bian cultivated.

"I took your old man's heart. Piaoranzi still left.

It was getting late, and Piaoranzi walked aimlessly in the water city. The smoke curls from every house, and the aroma of food exudes from the streets and alleys, although it is not the taste of the food of his youth, it still evokes the reverie of Piaoranzi's childhood.

I can't find my hometown anymore. The streets and alleys are both familiar and unfamiliar, and there is no trace of what I remember.

In the millennium, the sea can be turned into mulberry fields, and the water city still preserves the ancient city walls, as well as Jingqing Temple and Feixian Bridge, which is not simple.

Shuicheng is like this, there is no home to go back to, let alone see my mother. Piaoranzi sighed:

When you parted back then, why not give up your home?

On the Tibetan scripture hall, full of bitterness.

The water city is revisited, and the eyes are sad.

The son is in the world, and the mother goes to Huangquan.

Mother, this thousand-year-old lovesickness is finally over. Piaoranzi's heart, although it is aching faintly. There are also two thoughts that can't be resolved, one is his fiancée Wu Huiyun, he is in the Lingshan treasure bottle, and he heard with his own ears that she is still looking for him everywhere, of course he wants to find him, but he misses him for a thousand years. The other is what he has always pressed in his heart, that is, he can encounter the five-colored light demon and the shadowless old monster, and also destroy their bodies and yang gods, and let them suffer from their own suffering

He was first taken to the Pure Land of Bliss by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and then deceived by Amitabha Buddha and lived for a thousand years, but he promised the nameless Buddha in the Lingshan Ancient Cave and did not resent the Buddha, so he only resented the five-color light box shadowless old monster even more, and it was they who destroyed their bodies and yang gods. Piao Ranzi was just gritting his teeth with hatred before, there was no way. Now it's different, flying in the air is not a problem, especially the big war storm goblins, which has made his confidence increase sharply, and now with the martial arts taught by Zhang Sanfeng, he can really find them and take revenge.

However, where to find it? Piao Ranzi has only heard that they are subordinates of the Open Heaven Sect, and where the Open Heaven Sect is, they have not even figured out the Buddha Rulai, let alone him.

After thinking about it, Shuicheng is nothing more than this. Piaoranzi turned to the east gate, and suddenly remembered that at noon, he only cared about the Feixian Bridge and the stone stele, and he didn't know if the splendid pavilion he flew in the sky was still there. Anyway, it's a walk at night, so it's better to look for it and see if there is a place for you to wait for the marriage proposal.

Thinking of this, Piaoranzi walked out of the East City Gate, walked quickly, ran to the Huishui River, looked around, and there was really a pavilion over there