Sword of Coming

It took about half an hour to go to the Hebo Temple to offer incense, which was not too close. Chen Pingan didn't feel anything. The man delivering the incense felt a little guilty, but he became more and more curious about the origins of this group of people.

The old farmer goes down to the field and finds barnyard grass, and the woodcutter goes up the mountain and finds good firewood. Since you rely on mountains and rivers to make a living, what you see in your eyes will be very different if you work in different professions. As a wild cultivator in the mountains and swamps, and a person who delivers incense, this man will see more monks in his eyes. Moreover, most of the territories of Qingluan Kingdom and Aquarius Continent are different. They have a very close relationship with the mountains. The imperial court has never deliberately promoted the status of the Xian family. There are many frictions between the mountains and the mountains, and the Tang emperor has shown quite good performance. courage and tenacity. This makes Qingluan Kingdom, especially the wealthy families, very familiar with the gods, monsters and the charm of the mountains and rivers.

Therefore, people from Qingluan country always think highly of themselves.

Nowadays, countless well-dressed nobles have poured into the Qingluan Kingdom, and coupled with this debate on Buddhism and Taoism that has attracted national attention, the Qingluan Kingdom has become the most popular in the southeast of Aquarius Continent.

The man's cultivation is really shallow, only in the three realms. Occasionally he has a big wallet, invites two or three friends to have a drink and chat, and finds that the superiority of being a Qingluan citizen is not inferior to that of being a Qi practitioner.

This is probably the feeling of family and country.

It's just that the man can't guarantee that when he becomes the fifth-level god, he will be the same as those genealogy masters.

However, the beautiful vision is too far away, and the road must be walked step by step, and the rice in the bowl must be eaten one bite at a time. For example, right now, I need to try my best to win over these foreigners.

The group of people was headed by a young man carrying a sword and a bamboo box on his back. There was no doubt that he was light on his feet and had a stern demeanor. He should be from the genealogy of Immortal Master, but his true roots should still come from a wealthy family.

And it is not too early to go up the mountain to practice, otherwise the man has seen many young immortal masters with not very good backgrounds. They have good reincarnations, so they have excellent qualifications. When they were young, they got the opportunity to practice Taoism early, which was given to some wandering masters or some great immortals. The sect is specially responsible for finding and selecting good young monks. If you fall in love with them at first sight, you can reach heaven in one step. However, the temperament of such young monks is acquired. They are indeed unpopular little immortals who eat rosy clouds and drink dew. Every time they travel down the mountain, they are in the world of mortals. In order to sharpen one's Taoist heart, one may not be aggressive towards anyone, but there are very few people who are approachable. Whether they are facing dignitaries, generals, ministers, ministers, or martial arts heroes, they will treat everyone equally and can only be treated with indifference.

The little black girl wearing a bamboo sword is probably a junior member of the young master's family, and she looks very smart. As for the two short old men, they are probably the guards who protect her from wind and rain when traveling in the rivers and lakes.

While the man was looking at and guessing their identities, Chen Ping'an was using Tongyezhou Yayan to tell Pei Qian some inside stories about the gods of mountains and rivers like He Bo.

Although Hebo, Hepo, etc. are gods recognized by the imperial court and can enjoy the incense and worship of local people, their rank is very low, equivalent to subordinate officials who are not in the clear stream in the officialdom. They are not on the golden and jade genealogies of the gods of mountains and rivers, but they are better than Regarding those wild sacrifices and obscene temples that violate etiquette, no matter how big the latter is, or how small the former is, the latter will still envy the former more. The latter belongs to the attic in the sky. Without the incense, it will be discontinued, and the golden body will decay, etc. It's just death, and there is no way to ascend, and it is easy to become the target of the Immortal Genealogy Master, the fat coveted by Yamazawa Yexiu. The former is like Hebo and Hepo. Even if the geomantic omen of a place has passed away and there is very little incense, as long as the imperial court's orthodoxy still exists and is willing to help, the position of the divine master can be changed. If the incense is received again, the golden body can be repaired.

When they arrived at the Hebo Temple, which covers an area of ​​more than ten acres, the temple minister quickly went out to greet them. He personally explained to Chen Ping'an and his party the deeds of Master Hebo, as well as some of the poems and calligraphy inscribed by literati and poets on the walls.

On the way to the main hall to offer incense, the temple blessing also hinted that Chen Pingan could leave handwriting on several snow-white walls as long as he spent three to five snow coins. The price would be calculated based on the quality of the lot, so that it could be admired by future generations. , the temple will be carefully protected from wind and rain. In addition, the matter of making offerings and lighting the eternal lamp are all good things for forming a good relationship, but these are all up to Chen Pingan's own wishes, and the temple will never force it.

The man delivering the incense looked slightly embarrassed and did not get involved. Miao Zhu looked at him several times to remind him to say something nice, but the man still couldn't say it. Although he was doing a job that was inconsistent with his status as a Qi practitioner, he still couldn't do it. Probably because a person with a simple nature cannot say nice things, he just pretended that he didn't see Miao Zhu's look.

Chen Ping'an gave three sticks of incense to both Pei Qian and Zhu Lian, but Shi Rou didn't. After all, it was a female ghost residing in the immortal's remains for fear of conflict.

After offering incense, Miao Zhu already felt that there was no chance of spending more money on sesame oil, but he did not change his face because of this. He was mostly regretful, but he was still polite and persuaded Chen Ping'an and his party to go to his monastery for a drink. The man who handed me a cup of tea, who had been silent before, now spoke up and invited Chen Pingan to drink tea with the temple blessing. He said that the river water has not been good for making tea since ancient times, but the river water beside the Hebo Temple is very particular. , contains a little water essence, which can benefit the body.

Miao Zhu laughed a little angrily. In the corridor, while Chen Pingan and his party were admiring the rubbings of the inscriptions on the corridor, Miao Zhu was a little behind and secretly kicked the man. His elbows turned out a little too much.

The man seemed accustomed to this and smiled.

Chen Pingan declined Miao Zhu's invitation for tea, and just asked Pei Qian, "Do you want to write on the wall?"

Pei Qian shook his head vigorously.

Three or five snowflakes cost money! Why didn't Mr. Zhu from the temple just grab the money? If it were converted into silver, it would be enough to kill Pei. She was not willing to let the master spend this money. The wooden harrier bought at the Paper Kite Shop in the county town only cost eight taels of silver!

But Chen Ping'an turned to look at the old man Miao Zhu and said with a smile: "Please help us choose a less conspicuous wall, the kind where three snowflakes cost money, and the two of us can write a few words. By the way, this is the length of the words. , do you have any requirements?"

Pei Qian almost lost the hiking pole in his hand, grabbed Chen Pingan's sleeve, and shook his little head like a rattle.

Miao Zhu hurriedly said: "If it wasn't the wall with the best feng shui here, I would spend three pieces of snow, Master, even if one wall is filled with writings, it doesn't matter."

After that, the temple Zhu quickly led the way, asking the man to help say hello, and asked the temple to prepare the pen and ink quickly.

The group of people stayed in the handwriting verandah of the fourth courtyard. While waiting for the pen and ink to be retrieved, Miao Zhu smiled somewhat complacently, pointed to a literati poem on the wall not far away, and boasted: "Although it is at the back, it is not It is conspicuous, but it is actually the geomantic treasure of our ancestral temple. To be honest, I really saw that I was destined to the young master, so I brought him here. That place is the calligraphy treasure of our Qingluan Kingdom, Mr. Liu. This Mr. Liu The Minister is really a famous person in our Qingluan Kingdom, a well-deserved master of Confucianism, and he is good at cursive writing. I think the young master has already seen the depth of his skills, and I don’t need to say anything more."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The writing is powerful and the muscles and bones are strong."

This is not because Chen Pingan is arty, but because he has seen a lot of good calligraphy.

For example, Li Xisheng, Cui Dongshan, and Zhong Kui.

Miao Zhu held out his thumb and said, "Young master is an expert and has excellent vision."

Chen Pingan felt a little guilty.

Similar to learning chess, when it comes to writing, Chen Ping'an's qualifications are mediocre, and furthermore, when it comes to making porcelain and drawing blanks, he cannot be said to be talented.

Pei Qian was even more uneasy. The money would definitely be spent. If no one took care of it, she would have written all over the floor of the Hebo Temple, and even on the statue of Hebo. She felt it was not a loss until she wrote it, but she was afraid of losing her master's face when she wrote the words "earthworms crawling" and "chickens and ducks walk" in such a careless way on the wall that old cook Zhu Lian mocked her for.

The man brought a pen and inkstone with an acquaintance young man adopted by the Hebo Temple.

Pei Qian became more and more nervous. He quickly leaned the hiking stick against the wall, took off the leaning bag, and took out a book, intending to quickly excerpt beautiful sentences from it. She had a good memory, and she had already memorized everything by heart, but this For a while, my little mind went blank, and I couldn't remember a single sentence. Zhu Lian was gloating at her misfortune, and laughed at her in a weird way, saying that after reading so many books for so long and copying so many words, she was blind. It turned out that she had not read a single word into her stomach. She was still a sage, and a little fool was still a little fool. Fool. Pei Qian had no time to pay attention to this evil-minded old cook, so he flipped through the books, but after looking around, he felt that it was not good enough. If he really wanted to write it on the wall for her, he would be embarrassed.

Pei Qian closed the book, looked sad, and said to Chen Pingan: "Master, don't you have a lot of bamboo slips full of words written on them? Can you lend me a few? I don't know what to write."

Chen Ping'an had already taken the brush and planned to write a few verses and articles that he admired. When he saw Pei Qian's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help laughing and handed the brush to Pei Qian, "Just write what you think makes the most sense in the book." If you really can't think of a sentence, just write down something from your heart. Don't be so nervous, just like copying books."

Looking at Chen Ping'an's smile, Pei Qian felt a little relieved. He took a deep breath, took the brush, then raised his head and looked at the snow-white wall. He always felt that it was scary, so he kept moving his eyes downwards, and finally squatted down slowly. Was she planning to write on the wall? Without the demons and monsters she was most afraid of, and without Cui Dongshan, who was capable of bringing down everything, it was a rare thing for Pei Qianlu to be so timid when the sun came out in the west.

Chen Ping'an recalled an old incident from his youth. That was when he, Liu Xianyang, and the little slug Gu Can went to the small temple to write with charcoal. In order to compete with other names, Liu Xianyang and Gu Can thought a lot about this. Finally, they stole a ladder from a family, carried it all the way out of the town, crossed the stone arch bridge to the small temple, set up the ladder, and then wrote the names of the three people on the top of the wall of the small temple. at. It was the ladder that Liu Xianyang stole from a house in Qilong Lane, and Gu Can stole the charcoal from his own house. In the end, Chen Pingan held the ladder. Liu Xianyang wrote the biggest one. Gu Can couldn't write, so Chen Pingan helped him write it. That Can Chen Ping'an learned how to write the characters after asking his neighbor Zhigui for advice.

So Chen Pingan smiled and grabbed her ears, picked her up, then squatted down and let her ride on his neck, "Write it at the highest point, so no one can see it."

Pei Qian held a writing brush and sat on Chen Pingan's neck, scratching his head with one hand. He did not dare to write for a long time, and Chen Pingan did not urge him.

Zhu Lian said with a bad smile: "Dear Heroine Pei, just write about being a wallflower with strong bones and making money when the wind blows. It's more appropriate to the situation and more realistic. I'll give you the knight-errant romance novel about the heroes of the rivers and lakes. Cut it off." After killing a bad guy, you should shout out that "so and so is here". It will definitely spread far and wide, and your reputation will spread all over the world. Maybe when we get to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, everyone will clasp their fists and call you "Pei" when they see you. Heroine, isn’t it a beautiful story?”

Pei Qian turned his head and frowned, "Zhu Lian, if you do this again, if you do this again, I will... cry for you!"

Chen Ping'an raised his leg and kicked Zhu Lian, and laughed and scolded: "If you are disrespectful, you only know how to bully Pei Qian."

Zhu Lian laughed loudly, nodded and said: "When the young master speaks, I will let her go. This guy will be picky every time he eats, which makes me angry."

Shi Rou couldn't stand the old and the young.

For example, when I occasionally left the official road and traveled through mountains and rivers to pass through some mountain villages, I met a stranger who was barking at them with a local dog. This girl named Pei Qian would hold a hiking stick and rush over with a crazy swordsmanship, causing dust to fly. People can run faster than dogs.

The old pervert Zhu Lian was so bored that he helped the little girl block the road. After intercepting the native dog lying on the ground with its tail between its legs, Pei Qian squatted down and held down the dog's head, staring and asked: "Little brother, what's going on? Is he still fierce? Are you there? Apologize to Pei Nvxia quickly, or I’ll slap you on the head..."

Then the villagers and children saw it and ran over cursing. Chen Pingan took the lead and rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and the group began to run away.

Shi Rou doesn't understand. Is this interesting?

But Chen Ping'an, who is usually quite upright, seems to be... running happily?

Not to mention that child Pei Qian, you are a gentleman of the Great Demon Cui and a great martial arts master of the Far Traveling Realm. Aren't you ashamed?

Also, when I met a big white goose on the road by the river, the old pervert encouraged Pei Qian to go and fight with him. As a result, Pei Qian was chased so hard that he screamed and was pecked on the butt many times. He ran to Chen Ping'an sweating profusely and said with emotion. It's so powerful that you can't beat it at all. Chen Ping'an laughed no less than Zhu Lian at that time.

Shi Rou always felt that she was incompatible with these three people.

You may even feel that it would be better if you stayed with Cui Dongshan?

At this time, Pei Qian finally started to write, but the inscription on the wall and the copying on the paper were two different things. In the first stroke, the horizontal line was crooked. Pei Qian took a breath and reached out to wipe the sweat from his face. Xixi gritted her teeth and finished writing four words, "Heaven and Earth combines energy". After writing only half a sentence, she leaned back slightly. It looked funny. She didn't have half the skill of copying books. She didn't use it. When I went to see Zhu Lian, I saw that the old cook was secretly having fun, teasing her about the ghosts and not the gods.

Pei Qian hesitated and simply put aside that half of the sentence.

The pen moved slightly downward, dipped in ink, and wrote "Pei Qian and Master came here for a visit."

Take credit!

Pei Qian felt that he was quite satisfied. The writing was still not good, but the content was good.

As expected of a master and apprentice, Chen Ping'an made the same crappy move on the rocky cliff behind the waterfall where Song Yushao, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom, lived in Zhuangzi.

Chen Ping'an didn't force Pei Qian to write more. He put her down and said to Zhu Lian, "Write something too?"

Zhu Lian rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Let's forget it. I haven't picked up a pen in many years. I must be inexperienced in writing, which will make me laugh."

Chen Ping'an still handed the brush to Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian was not a pushover, and he did not hesitate when he took up the pen. He held the pen behind his back with one hand and dipped the pen in the ink with the other, brewing in his heart.

After seeing the little girl's "writing power", in fact, the men from Miao Zhu and Xiangren, as well as Shi Rou, had no hope for Zhu Lian, and the rickety old man called himself "Old Slave", which was the slave of a wealthy family who knew a little bit. How can a child's writing be any better if he is proficient in pen and ink?

Chen Pingan knew the details of Zhu Lian.

In the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, before Zhu Lian completely went crazy, he was known as "Zhu Lian's noble son, who was shamed and relegated to the immortal".

Zhu Lian wrote a majestic poem about the blessed land of lotus root. It was written in cursive script. There were only a few words, more than a hundred words, and the content was every word. As for the writing on the wall, the smooth flow was even more astonishing.

Miao Zhu is a person who knows things, and murmured: "Gathered like a mountain, scattered like wind and rain, as fast as thunder and lightning, as agile as an eagle or a falcon... It is so wonderful that it has reached its peak, it has reached perfection, and he is definitely a hidden master in the world of calligraphy..." "

Zhu Lianduo uses light ink and dry brush, so there is very little dip in ink. The spirit and rhythm are closely connected, which can be said to be completed in one go.

Even Shi Rou had to admit... it was unforgivable that an old pervert could write such good handwriting!

Zhu Lian handed the brush back to Chen Ping'an, "Master, I'm bold enough to make a fool of myself. Don't make fun of me."

Chen Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and thought to himself, Zhu Lian, are you putting yourself on the fire?

The three people in the Hebo Temple looked really expectant.

Chen Pingan thought that he could only disappoint them.

Zhu Lian is not just someone who offers advice to attract jade. Once they get to the temple, the three of them will know what it means to put the jade in front and the rubble in the back.

Chen Pingan originally wanted to copy the words on a few bamboo slips according to his thoughts.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Young master, why don't you also write something from your heart? You have a gap in your chest. You can find a new way, so why follow the ancients everywhere."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, and after standing still, he put a fist on his abdomen with one hand and wrote with a pen in the other hand. He was still writing in regular regular script. There was nothing outstanding about it, only seriousness and rules.

After Chen Pingan finished writing two sentences, there was silence.

Chen Pingan returned the brush with a wry smile.

The temple's blessings and the men who delivered the incense sent them out of the Hebo Temple.

On the way, Miao Zhu mentioned the old servant Liu again and was very worried.

It turned out that after this great scholar of the Qingluan Kingdom resigned and went into seclusion, a strange thing happened in the Lion Garden, which was known as one of the top ten famous gardens in the Qingluan Kingdom among the green mountains and green waters, at the end of winter last year. A fox demon was at work. , appeared like a ghost, and brought misfortune to the little daughter of Old Minister Liu, who was still waiting for his marriage. From a young girl in her prime, she gave him the appearance of a handsome young man, and bullied her into a skinny pitiful person. That Taoist priest The profound fox spirit has an eccentric and unpredictable temperament. She does not kill people. Instead, she has great literary talent and is proficient in the three teachings. Once she sat down with the old servant Liu to discuss Taoism, and she actually made the old servant who was famous throughout the country speechless. After that, the old servant was exhausted. We have hired many mountain gods to subdue monsters in our house. We never thought that various sects, many old gods from the mountains, genealogy masters, and even some Shanze wild cultivators with poor reputations but superb skills, all went there, without exception. The fox demon was so disgraced that he either had a weapon or a magic weapon stolen, and had to privately beg his grandfather, grandma, and the fox demon to get it back.

Chen Ping'an had seen this matter in the newspaper on the hillside of Baihuayuan, the Xianjia Inn in the county town, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time. The newspaper also wrote the amount of the reward for the Lion Park. No matter who it was, as long as anyone If he could drive away the fox demon, Old Minister Liu was willing to take out three ancestral antiques and offer them to him with both hands.

When approaching the gate of the ancestral temple, the man delivering the incense couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Old Minister Liu is a rare good and upright official with a good family tradition. A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to deal with a descendant of the Liu family. The young scholar is indeed gentle and respectful, which shows that the Liu family's family tradition is righteous."

Miao Zhu sighed and said: "No, look at the Liu family's son who serves as the county magistrate near us. In the past four years, he has worked hard and done many practical things. We can really see this. If The Liu family scholar you met is just a scholar and a good tutor, but this county magistrate is a real businessman who helps the people. Alas, I don’t know what is going on in the Lion Park now. I hope that the fox demon has been driven away. .”

Pei Qian felt horrified when he heard this.

He almost took out the talisman and put it on his forehead.

Zhu Lian smiled playfully.

Okay, you want us to go do justice for heaven?

Shi Rou naturally hopes that one thing will be better than one thing less.

The fox demon who can cause trouble in the capital city must not be much different in Taoism and cultivation. What if it is a great demon who is a golden elixir and earthly immortal, and Zhu Lian deliberately harms himself and chooses to stand idly by, is he really going to let her go? Block the magic weapon for Chen Ping'an, who is motivated by his own ambitions?

Chen Ping'an never interrupted. After walking out of the gate, he said goodbye to Miao Zhu and the others with fists in their hands.

Then continue on the way to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "In a wise house, a ghost can see its door."

Zhu Lian smiled and nodded, "Correct answer."

After Chen Pingan and the others left, there were no pilgrims in the Hebo Temple.

An elegant scribe with an ethereal figure and golden light walked out of the statue and came to the fourth verandah, standing under the wall.

Miao Zhu was a little panicked, and said earnestly: "Master He Bo, there is not much incense nowadays, so don't stay too long."

If the gods of mountains and rivers want to appear in the world in a golden body, they need the support of the essence of incense.

It doesn't matter if the mountains are the gods and the incense is flourishing, but for this small Hebo Temple, careful planning must be done.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar He Bo smiled.

Showing a long-lost look of relief, he turned to look at the sky and said happily: "My temple is too small, but Master's spirit is too great. The little river uncle is as drunk as drinking mellow wine. Fortunately, fortunately, happy, happy!"

Miao Zhu was at a loss and didn't know what to think.

However, he found that the always melancholy and melancholy Mr. Hebo not only had a bright look on his brows, but also had a golden light flowing around him, which seemed to be much more condensed than before.

Miao Zhu suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall again.

Not reading the cursive writing.

But the two sentences in regular regular script.

The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the world, the moon is on my shoulders when I am studying, the moon is in my eyes when I climb high, and the bamboo basket is broken and rounded when filled with water.

The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind blowing under my feet while traveling with my sword, the wind blowing through books in the sage's study, the wind blowing the duckweeds to meet each other.