Chen Ping'an said that he wanted to go out. He wanted to go to the Fire Temple to find Aunt Feng and ask her to help call people. He asked the old coachman three questions. He might also go to the Hubu Yamen to meet a friend. Ning Yao nodded.
, took out a few novels about martial arts grievances, picked out one of them, and turned to the folded page. She could really read it with gusto. Chen Pingan glanced at the content, glanced over it, and saw the end of the page.
It was written about the protagonist who was chased by his enemies on a stormy night. He took refuge and strayed into a mountain temple. He met a man, sitting in the main hall, with a green robe and beautiful beard, red and phoenix eyes, looking at the Spring and Autumn Period under the lamp... Chen Pingan smiled and said, OK,
I bet that there will be another adventure. As long as one person from the gang of pursuers can walk out of the temple in one piece, I will lose. Ning Yao squinted at Chen Ping'an and only rewarded with two words, "Shut up."
Chen Pingan went to the inn counter. As a result, even the old shopkeeper, who was born and raised in Dali Capital City, could not give the specific location of the Fire Temple, only a general direction. The old shopkeeper was a little strange, Chen Pingan was a foreigner.
When Jianghu people come to the capital, instead of going to the more famous Taoist temple, they want to find a fire temple. In the capital of Dali, there is the Song Ancestral Temple, a Confucian temple dedicated to Confucian sages, and an imperial temple dedicated to the monarchs of all dynasties.
It is recognized as one of the three major temples, but ordinary people are not allowed to go there. But in addition, the temple fairs at the Du Chenghuang Temple and the Du Di Di Temple are both extremely lively.
Chen Ping'an found the only Fire Temple in the capital. The temple gatekeeper, the old woman Zhu, was an ordinary person. She was old, gray-haired, and senile. However, she recognized the innocent plaque issued by the Ministry of Punishment to the gods on the mountain. I heard that the other party
He came to see Aunt Feng, so the old woman followed the rules and recorded the name in the book and let him go. When writing the name of the visitor, the old woman smiled and said, the immortal master has a very good name. Chen Pingan smiled
She said that it was given by her parents. The old woman nodded, told the young man some taboos and rules in the Fire Temple, and then pointed to the way, saying that Aunt Feng was in the flower shed.
Chen Ping'an followed the route and met Aunt Feng. She was sitting lazily on the stone steps of the flower shed. She had been drinking in the early morning. She seemed to be so tipsy all year round, except that she still wore the same color.
The black hair is tied up with a knot. She is wearing a new outfit today, a pink and red silk skirt, and some strange and magical words to describe the goddess. They are placed on her body. The most perfect one is ironing, Liuyun.
The posture, the spirit of the moon. When she saw Chen Pingan, Aunt Feng just raised the wine bottle in her hand, even if she said hello, she sat up slightly and straightened her waist, slightly straightening her eyebrows and eyes. The woman was so good-looking,
Being too natural and charming is troublesome, not to mention that Chen Ping'an has such a jealous family at home.
Chen Ping'an looked at Aunt Feng and felt dazed for a moment because he remembered that there used to be an old man in the backyard of Yang's medicine shop who smoked dry cigarettes there all year round.
Chen Ping'an did not follow Aunt Feng's example and sat on the steps, sitting on a stone bench next to the flower shed. Aunt Feng asked with a smile: "Do you want to drink? The most pure and authentic Baihua Liquor, each jar of wine is not young.
Well, those Flower Goddess are still women after all, they are careful, they store and store them very well, and they don’t drink wine. My trip to the Blessed Land back then couldn’t be in vain and I couldn’t plunder a lot.”
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and Aunt Feng threw out a jar of Baihua Brewing. Chen Pingan took the jar, seemed to remember something, twisted his wrist, took out two pots of Qingshenshan wine brewed in his own shop, and threw one pot to Feng Pingan.
As a return gift, Auntie Feng explained: "Auntie Feng gave it a try and opened a small wine shop in partnership with others. The sales volume is good."
Aunt Feng took the wine bottle, put it to her ear, shook it, and smiled strangely. It’s just this wine, no matter the age or taste, do you have the nerve to give it away?
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Of course it's far inferior to Aunt Feng's Baihua Brewing, but it's better because it's cheap and good-quality. People pick the wine, but the wine doesn't pick the person."
Aunt Feng threw another jar of wine to Chen Ping'an and joked: "If you want to keep my pot of Baihua Brewing, just tell me, if you ask Aunt Feng for an extra jar, what's the point of being embarrassed? It's really a waste of money."
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Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously. Since Aunt Feng was Mr. Qi's friend, she was his elder. If an elder said something to her, don't worry about it. Just listen.
Chen Pingan took out a wine bowl, opened the red paper and mud seal of the wine jar, and poured a bowl of wine. The red paper and yellow mud sealing were both unusual, especially the latter. The soil quality was quite strange. Chen Pingan twisted it with his fingers.
Picking up some soil and gently twisting it, in fact, the people at the foot of the mountain only know the term "jinshishou", but they don't know that soil also has the term "year". Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Aunt Feng, are these soils from the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land? So?
Expensive wine and a long history, could it be that it was paid tribute to someone in the early years?"
Aunt Feng nodded, "You have a good eye. Everything you see is money. And you guessed it right. In the early years, the Baihua Brewing, which was sealed with thousands of years of soil, would be divided into three parts every hundred years and paid tribute to the three parties respectively. Except for Fengdu Ghost
In the Sixth Palace of the Mansion, there is also the Fangzhushan Qingjun who is in charge of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land on the earth and all the earthly immortal books. However, he is not the old man in the backyard of the Yang family medicine shop. Moreover, this gentleman has no connection with the old heaven, but in fact he is already very remarkable. In the early years, Qingjun was
The Fangzhu Mountain under the rule was originally a commanding office higher than the Five Mountains of Haoran. It was responsible for eradicating the dead and giving birth names. It was finally recorded in the "Record of the Immortal" in the top-grade Qinglu Zizhang, or in the middle-grade Huanglu and White Slips.
'Record of Immortality', 'Please engrave the name of the immortal' in Fangzhu Mountain, Qingjun signed it like an ultimatum, in short, there is an extremely complicated set of rules, much like the officialdom of later generations... Forget it, talking about this is too boring, they have already been translated
It’s useless to say more. Anyway, if you really want to trace the origin, it can be regarded as some attempts by the Li Sheng to formulate etiquette in the early years. Whether it’s a detour, a long detour, or a journey on the high road, it’s all... Comparison
Thank you for your hard work. Anyway, if you are really interested in these old events, you can ask your husband to see how many miscellaneous books the old scholar read."
Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "There is a sect in Aaizhou called Jiudushan. The ancestral hall has a secret direct descendant named Wei Bianlang, also known as Baoji Cheng. He is known as the green holder. With this
Does Fangzhu Mountain have any inheritance relationship?”
Deng Liang, one of the foreign sword cultivators of the hermit official lineage in the summer palace, is the master of the Suran Peak of Jiudu Mountain in Aaizhou, and is now the chief priest of the Ancestral Hall of Feisheng City.
Aunt Feng sneered: "It's just a little bit of light. Little Jiudu Mountain can't be compared with that Fangzhu Mountain. It's just the founder of Jiudu Mountain. By chance, he got part of the Broken Mountain and barely inherited some Tao Yun Immortal."
pulse."
As for the three parties, Aunt Feng seems to have missed one, so Chen Ping'an won't go into details. If Aunt Feng doesn't say anything, there must be some unknown taboos here.
And in these words, Aunt Feng's respect for the Lisheng was obviously from the bottom of her heart.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Dare you ask Aunt Feng, Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Lords?"
Aunt Feng shook her head, and Chen Ping'an stopped asking any more questions. In the end, she only drank a bowl of Baihua Brew, and found that it benefited the soul quite a lot, beyond expectation. In the small world of the human body, there are those who are similar to the Chujun Shantou Qi Mansion who has not yet opened up the territory.
, and many white-painted mountains and rivers with few paintings. Like the rain after a long drought, strands gather like rain curtains, and spiritual energy falls like rain. He is a real Jade Pure Realm monk. If he were replaced by an Earth Immortal, wouldn't he be
Is there a heavy rain of spiritual energy falling to the ground? As for the monks in the lower five realms, it is estimated that after drinking such a bowl of wine, they will be "drunk" by Peiran's spiritual energy. Therefore, Chen Ping'an does not plan to continue drinking.
Cultivation can be done step by step. These kinds of immortal objects that help accumulate spiritual energy are of course of great use, but in fact they are of little significance. Go back and give the two jars of wine to Zhang Jiazhen and Jiang respectively. Especially to help Wei Wenlong.
Zhang Jiazhen, the little accountant, and the former boy of Jianqi Great Wall, now have white hair because they cannot practice.
In front of Aunt Feng, he directly put away the wine jar, wine bowl, and even the yellow mud crumbs on the table. Then Chen Ping'an said: "Aunt Feng, could you help me to say hello to the coachman and ask him?"
Come here to talk about it."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Here we come."
The old man who drove Dong Hu and the Queen Mother successively fell to the ground outside the flower shed. Aunt Feng rolled her eyes charmingly and raised her hand to wave the dust.
The old coachman stood with his arms folded across his chest, not even looking at Chen Ping'an. This little bastard is just relying on a Taoist monk who is an Ascension Realm sword cultivator to see what you can do.
The old man said angrily: "If you fart, hurry up."
Chen Ping'an didn't bother to care about this old guy's chat skills. Did he really think he was Gu Qingsong or Liu Chicheng? He just got straight to the point and asked: "Is the Empress Dowager Lu Jiang, whose alias is Nanhao, from the Lu family of the Yin Yang family in Middle Earth?"
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Aunt Feng looked a little surprised and took a sip of wine. How did Chen Ping'an know this inside story? This is a deeply hidden clue. The late Emperor Da Li was fooled back then and almost became a puppet. Nan Hairpin,
In other words, Lu Jiang was demoted to the Changchun Palace by the late emperor. It was not without reason. The South Hairpin was actually the South Hairpin of Yuzhang County. It was just with the string of spiritual beads that she could remember the memories of previous lives. Otherwise, with the ambition of the late Emperor Da Li,
, Lu Jiang will never survive if she thinks about the old relationship between husband and wife again. In the history books, it is just a record that Empress Dali passed away due to illness.
The old coachman said bluntly: "I don't know, change it."
Aunt Feng nodded lightly. The old coachman really didn't know about this. He just had the strength to not use his brain.
The old master said angrily: "Aunt Feng, why are you flirting with him? You and I are our own family, and there must be a limit to how far we can turn our elbows!"
Chen Pingan continued to ask: "Who first taught the secret method about the burning of Lizhu Cave Heaven's natal porcelain?"
The old coachman hesitated for a moment and said dullly: "It was made by the joint efforts of Mr. Yang Lao'er and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou."
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and asked slowly: "Master Yao of Longyao, is he a Buddhist?"
The old coachman glanced at Aunt Feng, as if he was complaining that none of the questions she had helped to come up with were right, causing all of his prepared drafts to go to waste.
Aunt Feng turned a blind eye and just drank and watched the fun.
The old coachman nodded.
Chen Pingan remained silent.
When I was young, I used to kowtow to the three Bodhisattva statues in the tomb of the gods. There was a child who went up mountains and rivers and broke out the poor straw sandals he had knitted, one pair after another. At that time, he felt that Bodhisattvas were easy to find, but herbs on the mountains were hard to find.
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Master Yao. Medicine Buddha.
Dong Baopingzhou. The leader of Dongfang Jing Liuli World.
Aunt Feng raised her head and took a sip of wine, and then said to Chen Ping'an from the bottom of her heart: "I advised Qi Jingchun back then. In fact, it is right for a gentleman not to save him. It's okay for you to leave. Just talk about old man Yao, and he will never do it."
If he left it alone, there would be no need for him to take this trip to Lizhu Cave. He would definitely return to Haoran from the Buddhist Kingdom in the West.
, but Qi Jingchun still didn’t agree, but in the end he didn’t give any reason.”
There is probably an archway building, and the plaque left by the Confucian saint is Qi Jingchun's silent answer, and he did his part.
Chen Ping'an lowered his head and looked at his cloth shoes. After raising his head, he asked the last question, "Who was I in my previous life?"
The old coachman shook his head, "I don't know, let's try another one."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Forget it, let me answer it for you. Chen Pingan, don't think too much, you are not who you are. Anyway, at least I am sure that in my previous life, I was not a great mountain monk, nor was I a Buddhist or Taoist master."
Man, because I was curious back then, I went to the Yang Family Pharmacy. The old man once gave me a definite answer. There was nothing surprising about your previous life, and possibly beyond. So you, your parents, and your family of three are all very happy.
Ordinary, there is no great foundation to speak of. At that time, it was rare for Old Man Yang to take the initiative to say one more thing, saying that you are just a mud-legged person with a tough life."
To be continued...