"Which one scribbles in front of the Temple of Our Lady of the Three Gods......"

A violent anger sounded at the foot of Huashan Mountain, alarming everyone in the Temple of the Three Holy Virgins.

The old temple is dressed up today, the few gray hairs are meticulously fixed with hairpins, and he looks at the "Wine to the Moon" engraved by Jiang Liu with his hands behind his back, and the two wine gourds in the corner are picked up by him, and he takes a deep breath closer, and immediately has an intoxicated look.

"It's a fragrant wine! It's not even as good as the tribute wine in the palace!"

A middle-aged man in Taoist costume had a heavy face, and said to the old temple blessing: "Elder, today is the day of the appearance of the Three Holy Mother, this big ugly word in front of this mountain gate, not only makes the pilgrims laugh at the past, if the Three Holy Mother is angry, we really can't afford it." ”

If I drive the crane to the west, how can you do the temple celebration of the temple of the Three Virgins?" The old temple Zhu looked up at the stone carving, his cloudy eyes had some brilliance, and he shook his head and read: "When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask ......."

"Good poetry, you really need good wine to match it!"

"But there's still enough time for this word, let's shovel it!" The middle-aged man was still very worried.

Miao Zhu wanted to pat the middle-aged man on the shoulder, but he was short, old, and slightly hunched back, and his outstretched palm was still retracted, and he sighed and said: "Zhixing, you have been with me for almost 20 years, and I have been this temple blessing for almost a hundred years, what the Three Holy Mother's likes and dislikes, do you know, or do I understand? Keep it! Prepare and prepare, there are many pilgrims today, don't waste time here!"

"Yes, Elder!" Since Miao Zhu had already spoken, naturally no one dared to disobey him.

The morning sun pierces through the mountain fog, shedding heat and light to dispel the winter chill.

Jiang Liu and Zhang Guo stood on Yuntai Peak, watching the clouds rise and fall.

The first rays of the morning sun pierced through the clouds, and two people flew in the sky.

One of them was eight feet long, handsome and hairy, but he was bare-chested and bare-breasted, and if I wanted to describe it, the beer belly was large enough, but with his tall figure, it was not conspicuous. There is a pair of horns tied on the head, tied with two red ropes, which looks particularly playful. Shaking a banana fan in his hand, his face was pleasant, and he was talking and laughing with another person.

The man he spoke to was barefoot, slightly bald on the top of his head, with a long beard, and a crutch with a large gourd tied to it.

Jiang Liu looked at these two people, and he didn't know who they were.

Han Zhongli and Tie Guan Li are also two people who have been cultivating for a long time, and they are both in the realm of earth immortals.

"The two immortal elders are polite!" Zhang Guo bowed respectfully, and then introduced Jiang Liu.

These two have a wide range of friends, and they like to make friends with monks all over the world.

"Let's go together, after the three virgins appear in the temple, they will open the gate of Xueying Palace, I don't know what kind of gifts have been prepared by several Taoist friends?" Han Zhongli asked with a smile, and as he spoke, he took out a Taoist scripture with three big characters on it, "Returning Dan Song", written in cursive.

"Isn't this the Dan recipe you put together, and the Three Holy Mothers won't need your cultivation method!" Tie Guan Li wondered.

Han Zhongli laughed out loud and explained: "You and I both know the good poems of the Three Holy Mother, and what I sent was not this Danjue, but the words inside, the words of the book saint Wang Xizhi!"

The book saint Wang Xizhi, who was sanctified by books, lived in seclusion for thirty-three days, and it was not easy to find him.

"Oh, you invited him to write, and that's a great gift. I don't have any skills, and I still have a hand in alchemy, so I can only offer a bottle of pills. The gift is not valuable, just when the heart arrives!"

Zhang Guo smiled bitterly: "When the two immortal elders say so, I am relieved. I only offer a song of fishing drums to express my heart. ”

Jiang Liu naturally took out a book of poems and said, "A book of poems!"

There are two words written on the poetry collection "drinking water", the font is mediocre, and it can even be said to be ugly, compared with the "Huandange" taken out by Han Zhongli and written by the book sage Wang Xizhi himself, there is a difference between cloud and mud.

The content of the poetry collection, Jiang Liu has carefully prepared, eighteen poems, all of which are famous passages that have been passed down through the ages, of course, they are not famous passages, and he may not have read them.

"If a person drinks water, he knows how warm and cold he is......!"

As soon as Tie Guan Li finished speaking, the sea of clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, Han Zhongli shook the banana fan in his hand, and said, "Xueying Palace is open, I'll wait!"

On the fairy mountain of the sea of clouds, there is an ethereal fairy palace emerging, the scale is very huge, the palace is continuous, like the palace in the sky falling on the earth.

In the main hall of the Asgard Palace, the maid named Lingzhi said: "Princess, I'll just say it! There will be a surprise, you see, isn't this a surprise!"

The Three Holy Mothers did not pay attention to her, but muttered in their mouths: "Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, but this month used to be like the ancients." If the ancients and modern people were flowing water, they would all see the bright moon like this! Alas! When the fairy Chang'e read this poem, she must be very happy. ”

"Princess, what does this poem mean? It is really catchy to read......

The Third Lady watched the sea of clouds outside the palace change, then glared at the maid and said, "Let you read more, you are lazy." In this poem, the poet feels that the bright moon lasts forever and life is short, and he can't change this law, so he should cherish the bits and pieces of time in this life and grasp the eternity in an instant. Although it implies the meaning of timely pleasure, the overall tone is still positive, showing the poet's broad mind and self-comfort. To have such a feeling, if you are a mortal, it is commendable. It's just that...... That's a kind of word!"

Lingzhi covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "If it weren't for that word, the princess wouldn't have paid attention to this poem, it can be seen that ugly words are still very useful!"

"Who said that the word is ugly? can get rid of the shackles of calligraphy and create another font in a unique way, this is a generation of everyone, you are so unbearable by you, after you go back, copy the poetry three times!"

Lingzhi pouted and begged, "Princess, don't ...... Or, take out my copying time, and I'll find him. That man's name is Jiang Liu! Jiang Liu, princess, I think I've heard of it somewhere!"

When the Third Holy Mother heard her say this, she immediately frowned, and her pretty jade face was also full of doubts, and said, "Hearing you say this, I really have some memories. This person can't be the Sanzang Master, right? His nickname isn't Jiang Liu'er......"

"It's possible!"

"He should be in Chang'an! Let's go meet him, I heard that he is the reincarnation of the golden cicada of Buddhism......" The Three Holy Mother's faces were excited, and she said that she was about to leave Xueying Palace.

"My princess, don't be in a hurry at this time, the monks will arrive in a moment, and it is not unreasonable for us to go like this. When the meeting is held, you can leave again, and I will be here!"

"That's it, then wait. ”

At this time, dozens of rays of light had already appeared in the sea of clouds outside the Snow Ying Palace, all of them were Qi Refiners of the Earth Immortal Realm, and outside the Snow Ying Palace, there were also dozens of people standing, these were monks who had not reached the Earth Immortal.