The two of them returned to the shop and discussed the construction of an ice cellar.

In fact, there is no technical content in building an ice cellar, it only needs to be carefully calculated.

The people of the Northern Underworld Dao spent money to find a few skilled craftsmen who were responsible for designing the ice cellar, and they went out of the city with Jiang Ziya and headed towards Songjiazhuang.

As for Song Yiren, he continued to stay in Chaoge City, so as not to cause any accidents in it.

Chaoge is a place, no matter what, it is the capital of the human race, and there is no shortage of immortal monks in the city, and even Taiyi Golden Immortal does not dare to act recklessly.

As long as Song Yiren stays in Chaoge, he can naturally be safe and sound.

As soon as they came to Songjiazhuang, the people of the Northern Underworld couldn't help frowning, as if there was a trace of traction in the underworld, and turned around and glanced in the direction of the temple.

Jiang Ziya also had a different color, feeling that Zhuang Zhong was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

But all immortal monks have a trace of spiritual consciousness in the underworld, and they have a sense of some special things.

For a moment, the two of them involuntarily walked towards the temple.

In the entire Songjiazhuang, except for the people of the Northern Underworld Dao and Jiang Ziya, only the ghosts and immortals in the temple, or the gods, must know some things when they set foot in practice.

The area of the temple is not very large, the style is simple and old, obviously there have been some years, and the incense has also been prosperous.

However, with the passage of countless times, the incense has long since declined, and it is somewhat broken.

First, Songjiazhuang has a small population, so naturally there is no incense at all.

Second, King Xian has never believed in any gods and temples, and even the matter of going to Nuwa Palace to incense was reminded by the Chinese military minister, and he also made such a ridiculous move.

The human race has been the same since ancient times, there are preferences, and there are naturally people who are sought after below.

The king doesn't like incense sacrifices in the temple, and the people below are naturally the same.

Besides, Songjiazhuang is not far from Chaoge, not a mountainous place, and the gods do not dare to act at will, so incense is naturally becoming more and more scarce.

The two of them had just come to the door of the temple, and they saw a girl in red walking out of it, with a delicate face and extraordinary appearance, holding a ribbon in her hand, like a fairy in the nine heavens.

"The little woman in red, I've seen two immortal elders!"

The red clothes are the deities in the temple.

Her body is a female official in the period of Emperor Xuanyuan of the ancients, her longevity has ended, and her soul has set up a statue of a god for people to sacrifice.

Over time, it can be regarded as a small god of landscapes.

The gods in these temples can be divided into two kinds, one is the mountain gods and land canonized by the heavenly court.

There is also a statue of the god set up by the human race, which is warmed by incense and slowly steps into the gods.

Most of them are characters from the Emperor Xuanyuan period of the ancient people.

In the past, Emperor Xuanyuan fought with Jiuli Chiyou, and countless human races died.

It is conceivable that there are countless statues of gods.

The red clothes in front of you are only one of them.

"Two immortal elders, but I want to ask about Song Yiren!"

Hearing this, the Northern Underworld Dao people looked immovable, and asked, "It's exactly this matter, please ask the fairy for some advice!"

In this regard, Hongyi was not the slightest surprised, only hesitated slightly, and said: "The little woman is just a small god, and she doesn't dare to ask about the affairs of your immortal elders. ”

"However, the two immortal elders can go to Yundang Mountain and their party, and they may be able to gain something. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the Northern Underworld Daoist to continue to speak, a flash of inspiration flashed on the red cloth's body, and he had disappeared without a trace.

Yundang Mountain!

"It's okay, Poor Road will go to Yundang Mountain. ”

The Northern Underworld Daoist arched his hand towards the temple and expressed his gratitude slightly.

The immortal path of the desolate world is dominant, especially the Xuanmen lineage, and the Shendao lineage is declining, and it never asks the immortal monks to fight.

Moreover, the red clothes in front of him are only a small god, and it can even be said to be a wild god, and it is already rare to be able to say "Yundang Mountain".

Jiang Ziya nodded, and it could only be so.

No matter who the Immortal Monk was related to, he wanted to meet with him for a while.

As the two turned around and left Songjiazhuang.

The red clothes appeared again, his eyes looked into the distance, and he said to himself: "Expound the Yuqing Saint Yuan Shi Tianzun and sit down disciple!"

She had long known Jiang Ziya's background and feet, otherwise she would not have shown up to meet her, and she also said Yundang Mountain.

The exposition of the religion may not be as good as the interception of the ten thousand immortals, but it is also one of the three religions of Xuanmen.

With the Yuqing sage Yuan Shi Tianzun in charge, the twelve golden immortals in the sect, each of them has a Da Luo Jin Immortal Taoism, and no one dares to despise it.

"Perhaps, only the disciples of the saints can act at will, regardless of the cause and effect. ”

As the words sounded, the red clothes seemed to sigh softly and disappeared again.

Yundang Mountain, about thirty miles away from Songjiazhuang, the two of them drove the rain and fog all the way.

Just in time for a light rain, a layer of faint clouds rises in the mountains, old trees withered vines, strange peaks and strange stones, and green bamboos move with the wind, showing a beautiful picture.

The Northern Underworld Daoist stood on top of the rain and mist, looking at Yundang Mountain with his eyes, a few feet away from Jiang Ziya, for fear that he would be contaminated with the weak water of the Tianhe.

In front of the mountains in front of the clouds and mountains and fog cover, the spirit apes frolicking, the cranes danced, the Ganoderma lucidum valley was born, and from time to time there was a trace of crisp birdsong.

The shepherd boys at the foot of the mountain grazing are like an idyllic scene.

In the desolate world before the gods, the earth has not yet been broken.

Although the innate aura has long disappeared, Yundang Mountain is not a blessed land of immortal mountains, but it also has a trace of spiritual veins.

The Northern Underworld Daoist couldn't help but take a deep breath, since he set foot in the range of the human race, he hadn't seen such a scene for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

"I have to have a glass of Liuxia wine, when will the flute and drum in the air return; the clouds and mist are born in the Yundang Mountain, and I do not envy the Spirit Mountain and the Immortal Mountain.

The people of the Northern Underworld Dao felt for a while, compared to the prosperity of the human race, the liveliness in the Song City.

Between the green mountains and bamboo forests, it is the place of cultivation.

For a moment, he almost immediately set foot in the realm of refining the Void Merge Dao.

The cultivator of the Void Harmony Dao is already half an immortal, and he can compete with ordinary immortals.

"I didn't expect that Daoyou still has such talent. Jiang Ziya exclaimed.

For poetry, he only knows a little bit about poetry, but he also knows that Fang Cai's poetry is good.

When the Northern Underworld Daoist heard this, his face turned slightly red, the first half of the poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin, and the back was what he said casually, which is not a talent.

"It's just some mundane things, and it doesn't deserve the word talent. ”

During the Shang Dynasty, there were poems that existed for a long time, such as: the one written by King Su in the Wa Palace, but there was no specific chapter and it was not popular.

Moreover, the immortal monks are dedicated to the enlightenment all day long, and the talented people of the human race are practicing martial arts and reading the art of war.

For poetry and songs, it is just a plaything when enjoying with dancing girls.

Therefore, it is very rare.

As for the common people!

Being able to recognize a few words is already a rare prize.

Many ordinary people don't even have a book in their homes, even in Song Yi's house, there are only a few bamboo slips.

It shows that poetry is a kind of luxury for most people.

Jiang Ziya was the same when he was young, and it wasn't until he went to Kunlun Mountain to practice that he had the opportunity to read a lot of classics.