Chapter 149 Xiangzi ascends to the Nantan Temple and is greeted by hundreds of officials. Is the immortal the great nephew of a great Confucian? [Please subscribe]

I saw Han Xiangzi holding a purple gold and jade flute, and when he moved his mouth, a melodious and melodious sound of the flute sounded on the second floor.

Its voice is clear and clear, long and melodious, and wide and meandering.

After everyone listened, they felt it was so refreshing and sweet.

In addition, there are cranes in the hall, leaping up and down, dancing gracefully.

For a while, the sound and sight were so good that the diners in the hall became obsessed with it.

Even, he was so intoxicated that he forgot about everything.

Even Dongting Longjun, who was sitting next to Han Xiangzi, couldn't hide the look of awe on his face at this moment, and he was so happy.

"Taoist Master Han, who did you learn this music from?"

He asked from the side, quite curious.

In response, Han Xiangzi did not reply.

His whistle suddenly turned around and became the sound of change, with a bright rhythm, like pearls and jade falling on a plate.

At that time, the crane suddenly crowed, spread its wings, and flew out of the window, heading straight for the sky.

The other side.

When Han Xiangzi saw this, he moved and disappeared in front of the second floor of Yellow Crane Tower in the blink of an eye.

After a while.

When he appeared again, he was already riding on the crane, flying in the sky.

At your feet is the Dongting Lake, which is the same color as water and sky, with vast clouds.

"Thanks to the hospitality of Lord Long, my master is Hongya Immortal."

Not long after, a voice sounded in the heart of Dongting Longjun.

Hearing this, Dongting Longjun looked slightly startled and sighed in his heart:

"That Lu Zu's swordsmanship is superb and has the style of everyone. It was taught by Zhenjun Huolong; this Xiangzi's flute music is so brilliant that he will reach the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, he worshiped the Great Immortal Hongya as his teacher..."

"These Supreme Disciples, each of them is truly extraordinary, so strange and wonderful..."

……

"Huh?"

"What about the crane?"

"The Taoist who played the flute earlier is also missing!"

"Wait a minute, where did the people at this table go?"

"Big... Look, everyone, this man actually sat on the crane and flew away!"

"This..."

"Could it be that that Taoist priest is also an immortal?"

"..."

It was just a song by Han Xiangzi, but there was still a lingering sound. When everyone came to their senses, they discovered that the crane in front of the hall was gone.

Looking around again, the two people who were eating by the window had left at some point.

The delicacies on the table have also disappeared, but a few ingots of silver are left here.

When everyone looked out, one person suddenly saw a man riding a crane under Qingming, flying westward.

At that moment, his eyes widened and he could not see anything.

Because I was so excited, my fingers were trembling when I pointed to the distance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the hall climbed up the window to take a look without saying a word.

Sure enough, I saw a man riding on a crane, wearing hunting clothes, and traveling far away.

For a moment, everyone exclaimed and was stunned for a long time.

In less than a cup of tea, the whole city was shocked!

Who would have thought that today's Yueyang Tower would recreate the scene of Taoists flying across Dongting Lake with swords in the past!

There is an immortal riding a crane to the west. He is so graceful that he can be called an immortal!

……

Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, was also the most prosperous place.

Han Xiangzi came here on a crane. He did not go straight to Chang'an, but pressed his head on the Weishui River.

Immediately, he patted the crane's wings and let it return to Yueyang.

You know, the prosperity of Yueyang was due to the Yellow Crane Tower.

If its signboard is gone, there is no guarantee that it will continue to be dilapidated.

Now, the time is far from mature, and it is naturally impossible for Han Xiangzi to keep this crane.

Watching the crane spread its wings and fly away, Han Xiangzi felt calmer.

The Wei River is not far from Chang'an.

With Han Xiangzi's foot power, he could enter the city if he wanted to before dark.

But along the way, Han Xiangzi saw dry rivers, dry land, some water-deficient and barren lands, and even the sky filled with dust.

The crops in the fields have also been withered and yellow for a long time.

With the drought reaching this level, many people are having a hard time.

On the way, Han Xiangzi met many farmers who were digging wells in the mountains.

There are also people who dig up grass and chew on trees to eat.

Such a situation made Han Xiangzi slightly stunned.

Unexpectedly, the drought situation in Gyeonggi Province has become so severe!

Although it can't keep up with Yangting Mansion, if it doesn't rain for such a long time, many people will die sooner or later.

Han Xiangzi has a kind heart, but he will not stand idly by if he encounters this.

So they secretly cast spells to help.

As a result, it got dark just halfway through the journey.

As a last resort, Han Xiangzi could only stay one night at an old farmer's house named Wan and leave at dawn.

"Taoist Priest, in the year of great disaster, only bracken and weeds are left for food. I hope Taoist Priest will not dislike it."

At night, Han Xiangzi was meditating in the thatched house, when suddenly a man with a dark face and a sallow face knocked on the door and came in.

There is also a bowl of boiled vegetable leaves in his hand.

This man's name is Wan Xiaochun, the second son of Wan Laohan, an old farmer here.

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi refused without thinking:

"Brother Xiaochun, I'm not hungry."

"You and Uncle Wan haven't eaten for a day, so you'd better take it back."

In the evening, Han Xiangzi passed by here and found someone calling for help on the top of the mountain. He walked over and saw that it was Old Man Wan who got sick while digging a well and fainted on the ground.

When he was about to die, luckily Han Xiangzi came to his aid in time and saved Mr. Wan.

In addition, Han Xiangzi also gave Uncle Wan’s family several tanks of water.

"How does this happen?"

"Taoist priest, if I take it back, dad will definitely scold me!"

Seeing that Han Xiangzi didn't want it, Wan Xiaochun said anxiously.

While they were arguing, Han Xiangzi suddenly stopped looking and found a child standing outside the door.

This child is about five or six years old.

He was half-clothed, unkempt, and his body was in a mess.

At this moment, he was standing outside the door, staring directly at the bowl of rice in the room, swallowing from time to time, his little face was full of salivation.

"Zhen'er, don't come here to disturb the Taoist priest!"

Seeing the child, Wan Xiaochun pretended to be angry and hurried away.

As soon as he finished speaking, the child looked frightened, his eyes turned red, and he looked aggrieved.

"Brother Xiaochun, why are you chasing him away?"

Han Xiangzi said helplessly.

After saying that, he walked outside the door, held the child in his arms, and took the bowl of rice from Wan Xiaochun's hand:

"Zhen'er, I'm not hungry, you can eat this bowl of rice."

"Taoist Master, you..."

Seeing this situation, Wan Xiaochun was stunned.

Just when he was about to scold the child, he saw Zhen'er raising her head and looking at him with moist eyes.

Seems to be asking for his opinion.

"That's all..."

Wan Xiaochun sighed and said helplessly.

Zhen'er understood and lowered her head to eat the bracken in the bowl, showing a satisfied smile.

However, within a few bites, the bowl was pushed in front of Wan Xiaochun:

"Daddy eats it too."

He whispered.

"Dad, you're not hungry. Be good, Jane. Give these to Grandpa You to eat."

Seeing this, Wan Xiaochun smiled happily and touched Zhen'er's head.

After saying that, Zhen'er ran away with the bowl.

"It made the Taoist priest laugh."

After Zhen'er left, Wan Xiaochun smiled bitterly at Han Xiangzi.

"Brother Xiaochun doesn't need to see anyone outside."

Han Xiangzi waved his hand, his expression as usual.

He didn't feel that there was any shame in this, but on the contrary, what he saw was the true love of the world.

Immediately, Han Xiangzi and Wan Xiaochun inquired:

"Brother Xiaochun, how long has the drought been here?"

Wan Xiaochun lamented:

"It's been more than three months."

"In the beginning, there was still some food left at home, which could last for a while. Later, when the food was gone, we had to go up to the mountains to catch some game, and fish and shrimp in the fields. But then there was a severe drought, and we couldn't see anything."

"We have to dig wild vegetables and tree roots."

"This drought, I don't know when it will end."

Not long after, Wan Xiaochun seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked at Han Xiangzi curiously and said:

"By the way, the Taoist priest is also here for the article on the list?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was stunned:

"List article?"

"What article?"

Seeing Han Xiangzi so confused, Wan Xiaochun suddenly understood and hurriedly explained:

"Some days ago, I heard that the emperor ordered Mr. Han Yu to pray for rain at the South Altar."

"As a result, Master Han Yu led his people to pray at the South Altar for seven days in a row, but no rain or snow fell. After that, he posted a notice and looked for wandering monks and strangers. If he could pray for rain, he would report it.

Reward."

"This happened..."

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was surprised.

Unexpectedly, his great-uncle, who never believed in ghosts and gods, would actually post a list. It seems that he was really pushed into a hurry this time.

"Brother Xiaochun, have you ever read a book?"

Han Xiangzi also felt that Wan Xiaochun was eloquent and expressed his ideas in words, so he couldn't help but ask more questions.

"To be honest, Taoist priest, I have indeed studied for several years."

Wan Xiaochun said.

Han Xiangzi felt emotional about this.

In his view, Chang'an is indeed the most benign place with many scholars.

After Wan Xiaochun chatted with Han Xiangzi for a few words, he saw that it was getting late, so he didn't bother him anymore.

Early the next morning, when Wan Xiaochun asked Zhen'er to call Han Xiangzi, she found that the latter had left the house empty.

……

At the hour of Chen, Han Xiangzi had entered Chang'an City.

As soon as you come to this city, you will be greeted by a sense of prosperity.

Looking around, there are eight streets and nine streets, bustling with people and extremely noisy.

Even though the Gyeonggi area is currently facing a major disaster, there is no slight depression.

Before Han Xiangzi entered the city, he had changed his clothes.

After all, when they were at Gushe Mountain, Master Han Zhongli had repeatedly warned him not to show his true face to Han Yu before the time came.

Therefore, Han Xiangzi's current attire is much less beautiful than his previous gorgeous appearance.

Wearing a green cloak, holding a fly whisk in his hand, he looks like an ordinary person.

When they arrived in the city, Han Xiangzi walked on the familiar road to Nantan.

The South Altar is now heavily guarded.

From a distance, I can see the colorful flags hanging high in front of the Five Phoenix Tower in the South Altar, and the incense table is carefully guarded.

Every household worships the Dragon King's tablet, with small tanks filled with clean water, and willow branches, leaves, fragrant flowers, and lamps and candles placed around it.

Neighbors on both sides, men, women, old and young, knelt down one after another and looked up to the sky to pray.

Naturally, Han Xiangzi couldn't go to this Nantan.

He just looked for a stone bridge nearby, looked at it, picked up the fishing drum bamboo slips, and began to sing Taoism.

Next to him, a long board was erected with the words "Betray Ruixue" written on it.

In this way, it naturally seems out of tune with everyone in Nantan.

People passing by couldn't help but take a few more glances at this Taoist.

"Taoist Priest, you have rain and snow to sell, can you sell some to me?"

Not long after, an old man with a big belly came over to Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi saw that he was born rich and knew that he was a man of high rank.

He nodded and said:

"There is indeed rain and snow for sale."

"I wonder how much it costs?"

That old man’s name is Wang Fu.

I was a businessman from other places. When I came to Chang'an, I saw someone posted a notice asking for rain. If it came true, I would be rewarded.

He inevitably got his thoughts on his mind.

When he saw a man selling snow here, Wang Fu came up with a plan and started chatting with Han Xiangzi.

"Just pay the money, and Pindao will ask General Yu Xuefei to come down and sell it to you!"

Han Xiangzi smiled.

After he finished speaking, Wang Fu looked annoyed.

Feeling that Han Xiangzi was clearly teasing himself, he cursed:

"You, a Taoist, are you crazy about money and money? There is a severe drought now. Mr. Han Yuhan, the Minister of Civil Affairs, led hundreds of officials to the South Altar to pray for rain for a long time, but no rain or snow fell!"

"Now, with just a word from you, you can fly down and sell it to me?"

Han Xiangzi shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"A poor Taoist is not crazy. All the wind, clouds, snow and moon are within his sleeves."

Hearing this, Wang Fu sneered and said sarcastically:

"Since you are so capable, why don't you reveal the official list and go to the Nantan Temple to pray for rain. If you really get rain and snow, you can get a huge fortune in exchange."

"It's not a bad idea to build a Taoist temple and be granted the title of National Master at that time."

"The poor people in the mountains never like to be restrained by them. As long as Mr. Han is willing to reward him with ten thousand taels of gold and one hundred slanting pearls, I will pray for a heavy snowfall for him."

Han Xiangzi said bluntly.

When the words fell, Wang Fu was so happy that he was speechless towards Han Xiangzi and cursed:

"You..."

"You are so shameless! Mr. Han is a great scholar today and is honest and dedicated to the public. How could he give you these golden pigs?"

Han Xiangzi disapproved of this and said:

"Since he is honest and upright, we as Taoists should be compassionate, so there is no need for those gold, silver and jewels, just a good story about passing down life without giving up one's hands."

How could Han Xiangzi really want those treasures? All he needed was a reason to ask for rain.

"Taoist priest, how do you want to pass on your life without giving up your hands?"

Wang Fu frowned and asked.

"I want Mr. Han to lead all the officials and bow down to me step by step, and invite me to the altar, so that when I raise my hand, it will be like the wind, and when I close my hand, it will be like snow!" Han Xiangzi said decisively.

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Previously, Han Zhongli said that the Emperor of Tang Dynasty had done something wrong, which led to Ziwei's unforeseen consequences and the natural disaster.

Han Xiangzi got Yuxue from Dongting Dragon Lord. If it fell here, it would be the opposite of Ziwei Emperor.

Now, Han Yu obeyed the emperor's decree and naturally represented the Tang Emperor, asking him to bow down step by step, not to him, Han Xiangzi, but to confess his sins to heaven.

Only in this way can we stop our anger.

Let it rain and snow, and the matter will be over.

"Mr. Han is asking for orders for the people, and asking him to bow step by step is also for all sentient beings in the world. I guess it doesn't matter that Mr. Han cares about the common people."

"You little Taoist priest, wait here, I'll go and deliver the message right away."

Wang Fu thought about it and didn't think it was inappropriate. He glanced at Han Xiangzi and then said.

"Don't worry, Pindao will always be here and won't leave."

Han Xiangzi knew his intentions and smiled lightly.

"By the way, you still don't know the name of the little Taoist priest?"

Before leaving, Wang Fu asked again.

"Pindao Dongxiao comes from Zhongnan Mountain."

Han Xiangzi looked as usual and said.

……

Wang Fu said that after leaving here, he ran towards the South Altar.

When we arrived outside the South Altar, we were out of breath and flushed.

"Old man, this is an important place in Nantan. No one else is allowed to trespass."

The official guarding the door saw this and hurriedly stopped him.

"I'm here because I have something important to report to Mr. Han."

Wang Fu gasped for air.

"What's the important matter?"

Ask the gatekeeper.

"Nowadays, there is a little man from Zhongnan Mountain who sells snow on the street. He calls himself Dongxiao Taoist. He says he can bring rain and snow to the court. After he goes to the altar, he raises his hands to make the wind and close his hands to make the snow." Wang Fu replied.

"What?!"

"This happened, where are the others?"

……

Regarding the chapter names, the answers are always inconsistent with the content.

The author will prepare an outline in advance before writing.

Afterwards, outline the chapters and give titles.

But as I continued writing, I found that the content and plot were moving too slowly and couldn’t be reached. I also felt that the title was quite good, so I had no choice but to do this.

Um...
Chapter completed!