After getting this good word, the shopkeeper was already smiling so much that he couldn't see his teeth, thanked him again and again, and quickly asked Xiao Er to serve five or six signature dishes, so that the four of them were full of burps.

"Brother, it's almost time, let's go out of the city and put the sky lanterns. ”

At this time, Ye Junmei said.

The sky lantern is also known as the "blessing lantern", to put it bluntly, it is the Kong Ming lantern, and then write your wishes, post it on the sky lantern, and set it off in the sky, hoping to fly to the legendary heavenly court and be seen by the gods, so that you can make your wishes come true.

Ye Junsheng certainly understood that there were no legendary immortals in this world, so he would not disturb their interest, so he immediately agreed.

It is not suitable to put the sky lantern in the city, but to the grass slope outside the city, which is lively and atmospheric, and you have to prepare a lot of materials by yourself and make the sky lantern by yourself, so that it seems pious.

In the east of Jizhou City, the terrain is open, and it is a large open space. The cold winter is gone, and the spring is coming, and many grasses have broken the ground and sprouted, looking green.

It's just that at this time, the crowd was bustling and trampling indiscriminately, but they couldn't care about pity the grass sprouts that had just emerged.

Soon, Ye Junsheng and the others came to a small grassy slope, spread a cloth on the ground, sat down cross-legged, and began to make Kong Ming lanterns.

The practice of this lamp is simple and clear, first use slender bamboo strips to tie into a circle, and paste white paper on the outside, paste tightly, not breathable. The inside is supported by a cross made of bamboo, and a lamp twist is hung with clear oil, and when it is about to be fired, the twist is lit and it can fly into the sky with the help of buoyancy.

The principle is similar to that of modern hot air balloons.

In the city of Jizhou, there are also people who set off sky lanterns, but they are relatively scattered, far less than the pomp and circumstance of hundreds of them rising outside the city.

Jizhou City is lively, but the Emei Garden in it seems a little cold. The huge garden, the sound of the water flowing far beyond human language.

Zhao Emei also has some close friends, but the number is obviously much smaller, and the party time is extremely short. After only an hour, the guests dispersed and left Emei Garden.

So only Zhao Emei was left.

The pavilion, the charcoal fire warms the wine, and the breath is curling.

Zhao Emei sat inside, and there was no one around, as if isolated from the world, and there was a kind of cold loneliness that was not stained with red dust.

Outside the pavilion, you can see the high night sky, and there are constantly bright Kong Ming lanterns slowly rising and flying above the void, which is spectacular and beautiful.

"Do you want to put the lamp on for blessings?"

Zhao Emei smiled, because she knew clearly in her heart that there were only clouds in the sky, and there were no immortals. No matter how high those lights fly, they can only end up being destroyed.

"Miss. ”

Suddenly, there was a respectful salutation, and the voice was old.

Zhao Emei came back to her senses from her reverie and said, "Mama come in." ”

Then a white-haired old woman bowed over and walked into the pavilion and gave a salute: "Miss, the old man has found out clearly, that Ye Junsheng was originally accompanying his sister to make a Lantern Festival, and at this time he had already gone out of the city to put on the lights." ”

Zhao Emei frowned: "Oh, I know." ”

The grandmother said with some resentment: "This son doesn't know how to lift." ”

"Hehe, don't blame him, we don't know each other in the first place, and it's not strange that he doesn't want to come to the garden. I heard that Gu Xuezheng didn't agree to go, did he want to maintain the principle of self-preservation? Now that the situation is unclear, it is a good way. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Emei sighed faintly: "For me, he has always been just a passer-by with a slight impression." ”

There are countless encounters in life, but most of them are just passing by. The old man is separated from the mountains and rivers several times, not to mention that he is just a stranger?

The grandmother said again: "By the way, miss, he once went to Taoran Pavilion and inscribed a poem on the shadow wall. The old man has copied it according to your command. ”

As he spoke, he respectfully presented a piece of paper and ink.

Zhao Emei took it with interest, opened it and looked at it carefully. After reading it, his eyes still had a sparkling light, and his red lips murmured, but he was still recalling the meaningful melancholy meaning of the epilogue. Just like himself, he is in the lively city, but he sits alone with warm wine.

This kind of feeling is really inexplicable, obviously they have never looked at each other, but what the other party writes, why can it always move the heart? Or is it just that he feels it and writes it to others?

Zhao Emei asked, "This word has been spread." ”

Mama replied: "Yes, after getting the words, the owner of the restaurant immediately ordered people to copy a lot and distribute them everywhere, and now I am afraid that Tao Ranju is overcrowded." ”

This in itself is a powerful means of publicity, and if it is done well, it can greatly boost popularity and unlimited business opportunities.

"You go and buy the shadow wall, and take it back to Jingshi together tomorrow. ”

Hearing this, Mama hurriedly responded and retreated.

At this time, another batch of sky lanterns flew into the sky, Zhao Emei's eyes were sharp, and he could even see that the lights reflected some handwriting, which was nothing more than some words of blessing and wishing. Those who pray for the well-being of their elders, those who wish their loved ones well, and those who long for a good marriage...... One by one, each with its own wording.

It was the wish and happiness that belonged to the mortals of Hongchen, but Zhao Emei had gone too far to feel it.

...... Ye Junsheng didn't do anything, but sat on the slope and watched the craftsmanship of the three girls. At this moment, a large number of Kong Ming lanterns fluttered into the night sky, and below was a group of pious eyes, many people simply knelt on the ground, folded their hands, and chanted words in their mouths.

Hundreds of lights and thousands of people made a wish together, and the scene was very spectacular.

Airplanes!

At the same time, the small sip of Dao Qi condensed in the spiritual light on Ye Junsheng's top was spinning very lively, as if he was going to rush out, absorb the hearts and minds of the people, and turn it into his own use.

Hundreds of thousands of people knelt down to bow and made wishes, and countless popular opinions were generated.

It's a pity that these are not acceptable to Ye Junsheng, and he doesn't dare. After all, it is difficult for him to realize such a wish of public opinion. If you accept it, you are likely to violate it in the end, and you will be counterattacked. Just like a perfidious person, he will eventually be spurned by others.

In this respect, Ye Junsheng's path to the path of virtue is very different from the path of the thirty-three days of Shinto. Thirty-three days of sealing the gods, giving the jade talisman forgiveness, can purify the incense intention, become pure power, and the effect of the people's backlash is not serious. But the gods also have limitations, and they can only absorb the part of the incense that they believe in.

For example, it is impossible for people to go to the Dragon King Temple to ask for rain, and you, the god of fire, also go to grab incense and cross the boundary, which is impossible.

Shinto, the hierarchy is clear, and it is very distinct.

The small tripod condensed by the Dao Qi is lively, but fortunately, it is suppressed by the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Stubborn Stone Seal, otherwise it will be exposed, and traces will be revealed.

Heaven and earth Xuanhuang stubborn stone seal, the treasure of innate pure yang, known as "the first suppression", is not covered. Although there are not many prohibitions that have been cracked at present, as long as they are refined, the effect on the concealment of breath is very good.

At this moment, the black and oppressive people present basically looked at the sky, watching Kong Ming Lantern go to the sky. Ye Junsheng's eyes were a little wandering, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw an old man with a white beard standing on the hillside more than ten zhang away, with a kind face, wearing a white linen coat.

Seeing this old face, Ye Junsheng's mind flashed, and he suddenly remembered that this image was the appearance of a wisp of thought in the corpse suppression soul film before.

He was actually the elder of the Skull Gate, the stranger behind the establishment of a stone house in the barren mountains to raise corpses, how could he also appear here to watch the lanterns be released?

Ye Junsheng's mind turned, and when he peeked closely, he saw that the other party was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and recuperating, his hands were knotted on his chest, and he faintly pinched out a strange posture - in this way, could he dare to come out of the shell at this time and absorb a lot of people's opinions?

Thinking of this possibility, Ye Junsheng couldn't help but be suspicious: the Demon Cultivator Demon Sect is destined not to be accepted by the Dao Shi, and it is even more difficult to become a god, unless they take the initiative, rule for thirty-three days, and turn over to become the master. For this lofty goal, the Demon Sect Warlocks have been working hard for it since ancient times, so they have been fighting constantly. Because of their cultivation, they also need the help of incense and mental power, and their cultivation can be improved by leaps and bounds.

It's just that now the positions of righteous gods are monopolized by the Taoists, and in order to obtain incense, they can only go through the side doors, such as building some heretical sects. Because of his secretive, ruthless, and unscrupulous actions, he is called an evil cult and a religion, which is not tolerated by the righteous gods.

Right now, when Ye Junsheng saw this Skeleton Gate elder appear outside the city, he immediately thought of that aspect, and his heart was pounding, and he wanted to find a good opportunity to start.

A few days ago, he refined the corpse suppression spirit soul piece, and when he was surrounded by living souls, "Yongzi Eight Swords" automatically triggered a sacrificial text to appease and absorb all the living souls. In this way, he gained strength, broke through to the Dharma Realm in one fell swoop, and at the same time accepted the wish of the living souls: that is, to kill the culprits and avenge their vain death.

This resentment is so strong that even if they die, it will never dissipate, so it can be seen that when they were extracted by the elders of the Skull Sect, they did not know how much pain they endured, and they were even deeply imprinted into their souls, which cannot be erased.

The sky can be reversed, and the people's will cannot be violated. Ye Junsheng's cultivation of the virtuous road is the way to win the hearts of the people and become a god, and now that they have broken through the realm with their strength, they can't cross the river and tear down the bridge, say one thing and do another. Otherwise, if the backlog is over, the resentment of the people will turn to him, and he will revolt and die.

However, the old man is an elder of the Demon Sect, and his cultivation is definitely not shallow, but he is not good at acting recklessly, so he needs to observe and understand the situation first.

made up his mind, and immediately had a sense of proportion, and he didn't dare to use his spirit eyes to probe easily, and only peeked at the other party's every move.

"Brother, our sky lantern is ready, come, this one is yours, you can write your wish quickly. ”

At this time, Ye Junmei handed over a delicately made Kong Ming lantern.

Ye Junsheng remained silent, smiled, and saw that the four treasures of the study room had been prepared on the ground, so he picked up the pen, wrote a poem on a blank piece of paper, and posted it on the lamp. Then he lit the twist with a fire, and as soon as his hands were loosened, he floated up leisurely.

"Wow!"

In the midst of an exclamation, another large number of Kong Ming lanterns began to rise into the sky!

(To be continued)