Looking at Wen Fei standing with a smile, he said with a smile: "Get up, don't kneel, there is gold under the man's knees." "The more high-ranking people are, the more kind they are to the people at the bottom, and Master Wen naturally understands this truth.

The craftsman became excited, and kowtowed to Master Wen Da Tianshi twice in his heart, and then stood up. He suddenly patted his head and shouted: "I remember, the villain just received this business a few days ago, and he dreamed of the tide god Niangniang at night." Yes, yes. In the dream, the tide god Niangniang is a woman, but I can't remember her appearance!"

Wen Fei clapped his hands and laughed: "That's it, it must be the tide god who dreams of you!"

Master Wen smiled, and those officials laughed as if a mechanism on their bodies had been pressed. Waiting for Master Wen to smile for a certain moment, these people immediately stopped laughing. Amazing!

Wen Fei ignored these filthy guys, he suddenly said: "Change the plaque of this Chaoshen Temple, just change it to the Shanghai Temple!"

None of these individuals noticed the difference between the so-called Chaoshen Temple and the Tanah Lot Temple, but it was Wen Fei's momentary feeling just now and the plan he had long had.

Since the Great Celestial Master of Wen has ambitions for the sea, he has even got a steamship and a city ship in his hands. Then, naturally, the thought will be hit on the sea god.

When Wen Fei was watching the tide, he saw the tide god for the first time, and he had such a thought in his heart.

Wen Da Heavenly Master shouted softly: "Come on, take out my pen and ink!"

Immediately, someone sent Wen Fei's seal pen and ink, and Master Wen drew a few strokes on it. But he wrote in simplified Chinese words words such as canonizing this tide god as the god of the sea. Then it was stamped with a seal, and a light invisible to the naked eye flashed across the paper.

Wen Fei shook his hand casually, and it was already burning. But there was an invisible golden light. In the flames, they turned into golden talismans, and they fell on the idol like rain.

At this time, in a small cave not far away, it suddenly shook, and it rumbled as if an earthquake had occurred.

Inside, a woman in white who was sitting cross-legged was awakened, only to see countless golden runes falling from the void and falling all over her body. submerged in her body.

The woman in white stood up immediately, and then disappeared into the cave with a twist of shape.

Canonized the god of the sea. Wen Fei was in a good mood. There is even leisure to take a stroll around the West Lake.

On the edge of the West Lake in the Northern Song Dynasty, it deserves the title of heaven on earth. If it were a modern time and space West Lake, it would look almost no different from other artificial lakes......

Decades ago, when Su Dongpo was a local official. He presided over the water conservancy renovation of the West Lake. Even in the middle of the West Lake. A Su Causeway was built, which gave rise to the picturesque scenery of the West Lake in later generations, and it was always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup.

It's a pity that the great master of Wen is not learned and has no skills. Originally, I wanted to find a good poem from my memory, and these officials who came to the town and followed behind him.

Helplessly, the ink in the stomach is really limited, and after holding it for a long time, I still make the song the most famous. When I was in school, I memorized the "......Outside the Mountain, Qingshan Building, Outer Building, Outer Building" I learned.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" is not surprising. It won the unanimous praise of a large number of officials who followed. Interpret the beauty of Shang's father's poems from all aspects.

said babblingly, to hold Wen Fei's poem to the position of the first of the seven words. Others said that this poem should be used as a propaganda word for the West Lake and start the tourism development of the West Lake......

Wen Fei scoffed, he remembered that the poem was only from an artistic point of view. There are no special achievements, it is nothing more than the author at that time satirizing the peaceful Southern Song court. This is why it has been widely spread to future generations!

Of course, the shame of Jingkang has not yet appeared. Zhao Ji's goods were not caught in the Five Kingdoms City to eat mutton, and naturally there was no appearance of the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty. The irony in this poem is not at all expressive, and it has simply become a masterpiece praising the prosperity of Hangzhou and the beautiful scenery of West Lake.

But that's all there is to it, it is impossible to be held in such a high position.

Cai Jun, the prefect of Hangzhou, opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Everyone in the world knows that Father Shang is a man of immortals, and his Taoism is profound. But I don't know that our father is also a literati.

I once heard that when my father passed through Tongguan, he wrote a poem about the peaks and mountains gathering and the waves like anger...... The rise and fall of the world, the success or failure of the world, the vicissitudes of life, and the care of the people's suffering...... It's just such a small word that only a fairy can make. ”

What? Hillside sheep, Tong cares for the ancients, isn't this a Yuan song? When did it become what I wrote?

Wen Fei was shocked, he had long forgotten about the nonsense he had talked about back then. Now after being reminded, I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that this was the first time that I and Yang Jian had gone from Lanzhou Tiandu Fort to Tokyo City.

Wen Fei laughed dryly twice, and made up his mind not to talk nonsense in the future. lest you say something in the future, but forget it and make a joke.

"Although there are not many poems made by Shang's father, they are all fine. It's better for Shang's father to make a few more poems, and the lower officials are willing to pay for their own money and ......publish them for Shang's father," Cai Jun, the prefect of Hangzhou, said with a smile.

It's no wonder that this product can become the prefect of Hangzhou, and his kung fu of beating around the bush is really good. I'm ashamed of myself!

Thinking of this, the other officials all followed up, and they must make sure that Shang's father did a good job of poetry, and they would rather not eat for three years than help Shang's father's poetry collection be published.

Wen Fei secretly scolded in his heart, where is this Heavenly Master going to make a few poems. He racked his brains, and all he thought about was the bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, and so on.

Fortunately, those officials also have eyes, and they see that Shang's father can't make good poems. Naturally, you can't make any more coaxing, otherwise this fart will be slapped on the horse's legs. Naturally, it is necessary to change the topic quickly.

But when I saw the lotus leaves in the lake, suddenly a small boat rowed by the shore. The woman above, although she was dressed in simple cloth clothes, had skin like snow and was beautiful and picturesque.

Especially the tender snow-white skin that can pinch out the water at a glance, wearing it in the rough linen clothes, revealing half of the snow-white calf, it looks even more thrilling.

"What a beautiful woman......" Those low-level officials who don't know the trick, lust and soul teaching. I never thought that there would be such a beautiful fisherman girl on this West Lake.

regretted it one after another, why didn't they find out earlier, otherwise they would have been included in their own mansion and would have been a concubine warming the bed.

But those high-ranking officials, who knew the inside story, how could they dare to show such expressions? Such a beautiful woman, naturally the Great Heavenly Master should enjoy it!

I saw that the gaze of the Great Heavenly Master of Nawen was glued up like glue, and he kept chasing after the back of the fisherman's girl.

Immediately, someone spoke for Wen Fei: "Wu Na woman, who are you? Haven't you seen so many big masters here? Why don't you hurry up and come and see you!"

The woman flickered, her body trembling, and she looked a little frightened. That kind of weakness and helplessness simply makes most of people's bones crisp, and they complain in their hearts, the export officials don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, which scared such a delicate woman.

The canopy boat rowed closely, and the woman said cautiously: "The big men are wearing civilian clothes, and the little woman really doesn't recognize it, and she doesn't mean to be lazy." Please forgive me!"

Wen Fei was a little better, but when he heard the colors and souls of those guys behind him, I don't know how many people secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Seeing that Master Wen Da was not very kind, his old faces were a little red, and they immediately turned pale.

Wenda Heavenly Master is not very concerned about himself, that is, his old man has been in his previous life and his later life, and the network information is so developed, he has never seen such a delicate and tender woman.

Or I have seen some women whose appearance is not worse than this fisherman's girl, but that snow-like skin is even better than his fiancée, the Roufu Emperor.

God, Emperor Roufu, no, it should be a princess. Wen Fei had already advised Zhao Ji to change the emperor to a princess.

The princess of the family, the golden branches and jade leaves, enjoy the wealth of the world, and the degree of food and clothing are the best in the world. But in front of this fisherwoman, the skin seemed to be inferior by three points.

It's like when Master Wen Da listened to Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales when he was a child, he never figured out why the real princess slept on the seventh-story mat and still couldn't sleep.

Until now, I have seen this woman. Wen Fei suddenly realized that such a soft skin, not to mention that it was separated by seven layers of cushions, but even by using ten layers, it could leave traces on this natural and delicate jade-like soft skin.

I don't know how this naturally perfect skin is maintained, or is it just innate, even if you wear such coarse linen clothes, it won't rough your skin at all?

It seems that the skin, with a gentle sucking on it with the mouth, can leave a thrilling trace. It's soft, it's even smoother than silk......

Just when Wen Fei was thinking about it, the woman had already said shyly: "The little woman is a fisherman on the West Lake......

The prefect of Hangzhou nodded again and again, and said secretly in his heart: If it is really a stunner, such a lovely little appearance, even I am very moved when I see it. I gave it to Shang's father like this, and I was really reluctant!

Thinking like this in his heart, he said softly and comfortingly: "The little lady is not afraid, I just ask casually." ”

Immediately, Cai Jun changed into a very dog-legged look, and said with a smile: "This is my father of the Great Song Dynasty, the protector of the country, and the Taoist master." Little lady, why don't you hurry up and come and see you!"

The fisherman girl was taken aback, obviously she didn't expect to meet the living immortals of the Great Song Dynasty, the great benevolence of the Buddhas of ten thousand families. I couldn't help but hurriedly salute and said, "The believer girl pays homage to the Heavenly Master." (To be continued......)