It took about half an hour to go to the Hebo Temple to offer incense. It was not very 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.
An old farmer goes to the fields and sees barnyard grass, and a woodcutter goes up the mountain to see good firewood. Since we rely on mountains and water to make a living, what we see in our eyes will be very different. This man is a wild cultivator in the mountains and swamps, and he is also a person delivering incense.
, you will see more monks in your eyes. Moreover, most of the territories of Qingluan Kingdom and Aquarius Continent are different, and they have a very close relationship with the mountains. The imperial court never deliberately elevates the status of the Xian family sect, and there are many frictions between the mountains and the mountains.
, the Tang emperors all showed considerable courage and toughness. This made Qingluan Kingdom, especially the wealthy families, very familiar with gods, monsters, and the charm of mountains and rivers.
Therefore, the Qingluan people have always regarded themselves very highly.
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 unrivaled in the southeastern part of Aquarius Continent.
A 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 sense of 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. After all, 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 this group of 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’s not too early to go up the mountain to practice, otherwise the man has seen many young immortal masters with poor backgrounds. They were reincarnated well, 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 fine wine and drink dew. Every time they travel down the mountain, they are in the world of mortals.
If you sharpen your Taoist heart, you may not be aggressive towards anyone, but you are also very approachable. Whether you are facing dignitaries, generals, ministers, ministers, or martial arts heroes, you will treat everyone equally, and you can only treat them with indifference.
The black-charred little 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 telling Pei Qian some inside stories about He Bo, a mountain and river god, in Tongyezhou Yayan.
Although He Bo, He Po, etc. are gods recognized by the imperial court and can enjoy the incense and offerings of local people, their rank is very low and they are equivalent to subordinate officials who are not in the clear stream in the officialdom. They are not on the golden and jade genealogy of the gods of mountains and rivers, but they are lower 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.
They are just dead, and there is no ladder to rise, and they can easily become the target of the Genealogy Immortal Master, and the fat coveted by Shanze Yexiu. The former Hebo and Hepo, even if the feng shui of a place has passed, and there is only a little incense, as long as the imperial court remains orthodox
If you save and are willing to help, you can change the position of the god master, receive incense again, and the golden body can be repaired.
When they arrived at the Hebo Temple, which covers an area of ​​more than ten acres, the temple director quickly went out to greet them. He personally explained to Chen Pingan 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 according to the quality of the location, so that it could be admired by future generations.
, the ancestral temple will be carefully protected from wind and rain. In addition, making offerings and lighting everlasting lamps are all good things to do, but these are all up to Chen Pingan's own wishes. The ancestral 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, so he just pretended that he didn't see Miao Zhu's look in his eyes.
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.
A cup of tea, the man who handed the incense had been silent before, but now he spoke, and invited Chen Pingan to drink tea with the temple blessing, saying 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 Ping'an and his party were admiring the rubbings of the inscriptions on the corridor, Miao Zhu was a little behind and secretly kicked the man, turning his elbows out a bit.
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 pieces of snow cost money! Why didn’t Master Zhu from the temple just grab the money? If it were converted into silver, he would have killed her Pei Qian. She was not willing to let the master spend this money on the wooden harrier bought at Zhiyuan Shop over there in the county.
, only 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 sentences. 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 we don't have the best feng shui wall here, just three snow coins, Master, even if one wall is full of writing, it doesn't matter."
After that, the temple Zhu quickly led the way, asking the man to help say hello, and asked the people inside the temple to quickly prepare the pen and ink.
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 the young master here. There is the calligraphy treasure of our Qingluan Kingdom's old minister Liu. This old master Liu
The Minister is really a famous scholar in our Qingluan Kingdom, a well-deserved master of Confucianism, and he is good at cursive writing. I must have already seen the extent of his skill, 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, 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. Going even further, he can't even speak of talent when it comes to porcelain firing and drawing.
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 after writing it, but she was ridiculed by the old cook Zhu Lian as "earthworms crawling, chickens and ducks walk", so carelessly written on the wall, she was afraid of losing the master's face.
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 his hiking stick against the wall, took off the leaning bag, and took out a book, intending to quickly extract beautiful sentences from it. She had a good memory, and she had already memorized everything by heart, but this was
For a moment, her little mind went blank, and she couldn't remember a sentence or a sentence. Zhu Lian was gloating at her misfortune, and laughed at her in a strange way, saying that after reading a book for so long and copying so many words, she was blind in vain. It turned out that she hadn't read a single word.
In his own stomach, books from sages are still to sages, and little fools are still little fools. Pei Qian had no time to pay attention to this evil-minded old cook, and flipped through the books, but after searching for them, he felt that they were not good enough. He really wanted to write them to her.
If you put it on the wall, it will be embarrassing.
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 Pingan'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 slowly squatted down.
She actually planned to write at the base of the wall? There were no demons and monsters she was most afraid of, nor was Cui Dongshan, who could bring down everything, present. It was a rare thing for Pei Qianlu to be so timid when the sun came out in the west.
Chen Pingan recalled an old incident from his youth, when he, Liu Xianyang, and the little slug Gu Can went to the small temple to write with charcoal. Liu Xianyang and Gu Can thought a lot about this in order to compete with other names.
In the end, 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.
It was a ladder Liu Xianyang stole from a house in Qilong Lane, and Gu Can stole charcoal from his own house. Finally, Chen Pingan held the ladder. Liu Xianyang wrote the biggest one. Gu Can couldn't write, so Chen Pingan helped him write it.
Chen Ping'an learned how to write the character "璨" 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 tough-as-nails grassroots who can change your mind and pay money to get the goods. It's suitable for the occasion and it's realistic. I'll give you the knight-errant in the novel "Youxia", slashing and killing.
It is a principle that after you kill a bad person, you have to shout "so-and-so is here". You will definitely be famous 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 Nu" when they see you.
Xia, 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 cursed: "If you are disrespectful, you will bully Pei Qian."
Zhu Lian laughed loudly, nodded and said: "When the young master speaks, I will let her go. This guy is picky every time he eats a round belly, 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 encountered a local dog barking at a stranger. 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 and intercepted the local 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?
Already? 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?
To be continued...