Strange to say, except for the Feilai Peak has the rules of opening meat and drinking, the rest of the first peaks strictly abide by the precepts and do not stick to meat and wine, and as the second court in the world that is chasing after Jixia Mountain, the Vientiane Temple actually opens wine and meat, and ignores the taboos of the three religions.

The table was full of delicacies, but Bai Yun had no intention of tasting it.

Long Haotian, who was delicate, saw that Bai Yun didn't move the dishes and chopsticks, so he asked, "Bai Yun, why don't you move the dishes and chopsticks?"

Bai Yun squeezed out a far-fetched smile: "Not hungry." ”

The boy in the plain robe picked up a piece of stewed rabbit meat, and comforted him: "Look at the posture of Dou's predecessors, if the Vientiane Temple doesn't return the things to you, he has to poke the Vientiane Temple into a big hole." ”

Bai Yun's gaze wandered, and he fell on the middle-aged man who was sitting on the headline case, he was stuffing a large piece of wine into his mouth at the moment, where was there any posture at all.

Long Haotian blew the steaming stewed rabbit meat, slightly blocked his mouth with his hand, lowered his voice and said, "By the way, when did you become the apprentice of Senior Dou?"

Bai Yun intuitively covered his head, rolled his eyes, shook his head, and said, "I also only knew that I became his apprentice." ”

Long Haotian almost laughed out loud, Dou Changan really played a good hand of chess, he said that Bai Yun was his apprentice in front of the Vientiane Temple, which was equivalent to giving Vientiane Guan a dismount, if Vientiane Guan said without faith, it was equivalent to having trouble with him Dou Changan.

When the heat of the haunting rabbit meat dissipated a little, Long Haotian couldn't wait to send it to his mouth, the hare meat that had been stewed for several hours melted in his mouth, and the fragrant juice splashed everywhere, Long Haotian lightly elbowed Bai Yun, and praised endlessly: "Taste it, this rabbit meat is incredible! The fairy has to drool when he smells it." ”

Bai Yun is not a wine bottle coated with mud, where can he hold back the doubts in his heart, and simply confide it out: "The Taoist court has always strictly abided by the precepts, and the meat and wine are not stained.

And Vientiane Temple, as the Taoist giant second only to Jixia Mountain, instead of leading by example, regarded the rules of the three religions as if they were nothing. Bai Yun glanced at the golden hall, and then remembered the simple bungalow on Feilai Peak, and said in a deep voice: "It really doesn't look like a Taoist sect. ”

Long Haotian took a sip of wine after swallowing the rabbit meat, did not deliberately hide his smile, and said: "Baiyun, Baiyun, you don't know, this is the difference between the north and the south of Taoism. ”

"The difference between the north and the south?" Bai Yun was naturally curious when he heard such a statement for the first time.

The boy in the plain robe put down the wooden chopsticks, took the wet cloth handed by the purple clothes and wiped his mouth, nodded and said: "Yes, the Taoist temples in the north do have the precept of not sticking to meat and wine, but the Taoist temples in the south do not have this rule. ”

"I see" Bai Yun suddenly realized after hearing this, and secretly admired the well-informed son of the plain robe.

The sky is getting dark, and when the time is calculated, the deadline of an hour is about to arrive, but the master of Vientiane Temple, who sits at the top of the main hall, is unmoved, holding a porcelain wine glass in his hand, looking outside the hall without saying a word.

Under the setting glow, a blue-robed Taoist priest with outstanding demeanor stepped on Vientiane Mountain, his brows were deeply locked, and he carried a long weapon wrapped in white cloth, and in a blink of an eye, he floated through the large square carved with the pattern of yin and yang fish.

Vientiane Guan Zhangjiao and Dou Changan put down the wine glass in their hands at the same time, looked up at the outside of the hall, and clearly felt the qi brought by the blue-robed Taoist priest, and the purple-clothed expression standing next to the plain-robed boy changed slightly, and the eyes that were full of autumn waves also narrowed slightly.

The green-robed Taoist priest strode into the main hall, bowed to the blue-robed Taoist at the top of the temple, and his voice was as clear as water: "Master, the apprentice is back." ”

The eyes of the master of the Vientiane Temple were obscure, and he stood up and asked impatiently, "How?"

Dressed in a green robe, the young Taoist priest slowly raised his head, and said gloomily: "It's still not good." ”

The blue-robed Taoist sat down and sighed deeply.

When Bai Yun's gaze fell on the white cloth weapon of the green-robed Taoist priest, his face changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly, and the person in front of him was the person who stole the ice soul that night.

The blue-robed Taoist stared, pointed at Bai Yun and said, "Mu Yun, return the Buddha beads to this young man." ”

The green-robed Taoist priest took out a round color Buddha bead, walked to Bai Yun's side lightly, and said slightly apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I borrowed the Buddha beads while you were drunk that night, I really had to do it, Shaoxia, you must not be surprised." ”

Although he didn't know what the purpose of the Vientiane Temple borrowed the Ice Soul, he could faintly hear the clues from the conversation between the two, probably because the Vientiane Temple borrowed the power of the Ice Soul to save the emergency, but in the end it was in vain, and Vientiane also fulfilled his promise to borrow and repay, so he generously replied: "That's it, it's my own negligence." ”

Dou Changan's words always had thorns in his words, and after he was full of wine and food, he clapped his hands and got up and said: "The things have been retrieved, it's time to go, so as not to cause bad luck in this bad luck mountain." ”

"Wait!" said the blue-robed Taoist.

"What, you won't let me go?" Dou Changan turned his head and said with a smile: "A mere Vientiane Temple still wants to trap me Dou Changan?"

The blue-robed Taoist waved his hand, sighed and said, "Dou Changan, Dou Changan, if you want to cut off the entire Vientiane Mountain with one sword, no one can stop you, but... ”

Dou Changan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said coldly: "Do you really think I don't dare? If it was twenty years ago, Lao Tzu would have told you that there would be no grass in Vientiane Mountain." ”

"If you have something to say, talk about it, and if you fart, let it go. ”

"The three Heavenly Masters want to see you. The blue-robed Taoist said calmly.

Dou Changan did not answer.

The blue-robed Taoist smiled bitterly: "Dou Changan, I invite you to Wanxiang Mountain for half a week, it's not just that I want to see you, I believe that what medicine I sell in my gourd can't escape your golden eyes, I don't expect you to help me, if you want to see it, three heavenly masters, if you want to see it, you can see it, don't want to see it." ”

The blue-robed Taoist looked at the increasingly dim sky outside the hall again: "It's not too early, I'll ask Mu Yun to arrange the wing, and take you down the mountain early tomorrow morning." ”

Dou Changan surprisingly didn't refute, and replied: "Okay." ”

Vientiane View is a quiet garden, surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful, Dou Changan and Baiyun each live in a guest room, and the plain robe son Long Haotian naturally lives in the same room with the personal maid Qiuli.

Bai Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a white cloth and placed it beside him, he held the lost rosewood Buddha beads in the palm of his hand, and breathed a long sigh of relief, Bai Yun wanted to wander around in the courtyard of the other garden, and ease the tense mind of the past few days, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard someone knocking lightly.

"Is it a white cloud?" said the voice of the man outside the house.

Bai Yun heard the sound and recognized people, and could tell that the person outside the house was neither Long Haotian nor Dou Changan, and suddenly a figure flashed in his mind, the green-robed Taoist priest who stepped on the river to steal the ice soul.

Bai Yun hesitated for a moment, but it was still the same

opened the door, and sure enough, it was the green-robed Taoist priest.

The green-robed Taoist priest of the same age as Mo Tianxiang was approachable, without a little bit of the shelf of the chief disciple of the Vientiane Temple, and without waiting for Bai Yun to speak, he carried his strange weapon wrapped in white cloth and walked into the room, the weapon looked like it had to be a few dozen catties of catties, ordinary people wanted to carry such a weapon is not light, but the green-robed Taoist priest was very easy to carry on his back, and the green-robed Taoist priest found a chair in front of a round wooden table and sat down.

Bai Yun's brows furrowed involuntarily, what is the matter with this green-robed Taoist priest, is it possible that he is going to perform a trick of singing with a black face and a red face after singing? Even though Jixia Mountain and Vientiane Temple are both Taoist giants, they should have watched and helped each other to open up the world, but according to Long Haotian's statement, Vientiane Temple has the idea of replacing it as the first Taoist court in the world, and he has understood a truth in the days when he was rolling under the mountain, the big dye vat of the rivers and lakes is mixed, and there is no such thing as being too anxious to fry each other from the same root, so it really has to be guarded against.

Bai Yun closed the door and asked, "I don't know what advice my brother has for visiting?"

The green-robed Taoist priest took off the long weapon behind him, leaned lightly on the edge of the round table, and said with a warm smile: "Bai Yun, don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything else, it's just that a guest finally came up the mountain and wanted to come and chat." ”

The words and demeanors of the green-robed Taoist priest reveal an unconcealable gentleness and elegance, Bai Yun remembered Mo Tianxiang for no reason, on the surface, the temperament of the two is very similar, but after careful consideration, you will find that the two are actually very different, Mo Tianxiang is a complete reader, as a dignified disciple of the Bun Xia, he does not like to cultivate Taoism and practice martial arts, loves to read, and pulls a black and white big cat full of hair to read, almost to the point that the book can be wasted and forget to eat, many people laugh at him for being useless, he just laughs, and the green-robed Taoist priest in front of him is diametrically opposed, elegant and unfathomable, and the Confucian with a lupine scarf and wide clothes is very different。

"By the way, I don't think I've officially introduced myself yet. The Taoist priest in the green shirt sneered and said: "My surname is Zhou, my name is Zhou Muyun, and I am the chief disciple of the Vientiane Temple. ”

In fact, on the Qingcang Palace, Bai Yun had already heard the name of the Taoist priest, but this time he knew that his surname was Zhou, Zhou Muyun, it was really a good name.

"My name is Bai Yun. Bai Yun replied.

"What a coincidence, we both have a cloud in our names. The green-robed Taoist priest said with light in his eyes: "You are a disciple of Jixia?"

Bai Yun asked rhetorically, "Didn't you already know?"

The green-robed Taoist priest named Zhou Muyun said with a blank expression: "Why do you say this? I also just learned from my master that you are a disciple of Jixia. ”

Bai Yun was slightly stunned, Zhou Muyun didn't know that he was a disciple of the Jixia Sect, so he asked again, "Then why did you steal the Ice Soul?"

Zhou Muyun was hesitant, and it seemed that there was something unspeakable.

Bai Yun's heart was full of doubts, thinking of the conversation between Zhou Muyun and the head of the Vientiane Temple, it was obvious that there was something in the words, but it was not good to ask any more questions, so he had to sit down at the other end of the round table.

The green-robed Taoist priest said: "There are some things that you can't say, don't be surprised. ”

Bai Yun nodded, and the barrier in his heart was finally lowered slightly.

"I heard that there are five major peaks on Jixia Mountain. Zhou Muyun no longer detoured, and cut straight to the point: "Bai Yun, I don't know which peak you are a disciple of." ”

Zhou Muyun smiled again and said, "I want to inquire about someone." ”