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When Chen Ping'an was young, he once lamented that Aquarius Continent was too big, but it was actually the smallest continent in the world.
But for a monk in the Fourteenth Realm, it turns out that the land of one continent is as small as his own courtyard.
A person who has attained the Tao travels far away in the wind and has a bird's eye view of the world, where he can see all kinds of strange things.
I once saw a monk sitting cross-legged under a waterfall and meditating, with his hands clasped together. Under the sunlight, he looked like a golden Arhat.
A bird flew low and tilted, its wingtips scratching the surface of the pond, creating ripples.
In the courtyard of a wealthy family, there is a big magnolia tree, and a woman is leaning on the railing to admire the flowers. She may be silently thinking about a certain sweetheart, secretly holding hands with the raised eaves and flower branches.
Da Li Fan belongs to the mountains of a small country. The mountain roads are steep and steep. The bearers of the sedan chairs carrying the sliding poles are walking as fast as flying. However, the guests and their families who are climbing in the sedan chairs are blindfolded and miss the great scenery along the way.
In a water town, there is a girl in a lotus skirt on the roadside, walking on tiptoes with bare feet and embroidered shoes.
There was a wealthy son, with hundreds of servants, digging mountains and dredging lakes in a secluded area where all the mountains, rivers and gods along the way had been destroyed and there was no way to fill the gaps.
There was a scholar lying drunk in a pavilion in the mountains. White clouds suddenly appeared outside the pavilion on the cliff. He raised his wine glass high and threw it out of the pavilion. The scholar's drunken eyes were blurred and he spoke loudly, saying that there were thousands of rocks lying on the mountain.
For thousands of years, the white clouds under this pavilion have provided the most chapping techniques. Seeing this beautiful scenery, I am extremely grateful.
There are several immortal masters riding cranes around, among them there is a handsome young man waving a fly whisk, making the white clouds around him fly like snow, and the girl beside him smiles like flowers.
In a mountain with deep woods, there was a two-foot-tall mountain goddess with gorgeous makeup. She was walking along the corridor, her skirts trailing to the ground, followed by two rows of boys and girls who had died young and whose souls had been collected by her.
A peak with no obvious veins, the mountain is steep and as slender as the back of a crucian carp. The entire mountain is like a knife, chopping on a chopping board. There is a lonely courtyard built on the cliff at the end of the trail on the top of the mountain.
It has white walls and black tiles, and a patio with water all around. There is only an ancient pine rooted in the cliff nearby.
But what's more, there are ruins all over the cities, big and small. It has been many years since the war ended, but they still have not been able to restore their former appearance.
Half of the continent's mountains and rivers are full of different things and people. There are only old cliff-engraved books on the mountain and countless brand-new epitaphs at the foot of the mountain, both of which are speechless.
Previously in Dali Capital, the man named Xun Qu, who took the imperial examination in the same year as Cao Qinglang, worked at Honglu Temple over Nanxunfang and helped Chen Ping'an get some recent imperial reports.
Chen Ping'an just followed the pictures and went to several places recorded in the newspaper. Most of them just stayed for a while and then left after reading.
In Yuzhang County, where the mountains are full of towering trees, whether they are used to build mansions or to use as coffins, they are all top-quality and beautiful wood. Therefore, the nobles of the capital, the gentry from all over the country, and the immortal masters on the mountain pay close attention to the giant trees in the mountains.
Without restraint, Chen Pingan saw with his own eyes a group of wood thieves fighting with government soldiers in the mountains.
There are also countless looms in Wuzhou, which is known as the cocoon mountain. A Zhiluo courtyard has been built, and the government plaques have been hung up. It has been completed in less than a month, which shows the speed of the government orders issued by various government offices in Dali.
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At the boundary of Yunzhou in Huangting Kingdom, I saw the stream. Sure enough, it was the entrance to the Dragon Palace ruins of the ancient Shu Kingdom. The water quality of the stream was excellent. If it was clear and cold, Chen Pingan chose a spring and drew dozens of kilograms of water.
Another trip to the Dragon Palace ruins, ignoring the ancient restrictions, like entering an uninhabited land, entered it earlier than the Dali Kanyu geologist, and got there first. However, Chen Ping'an did not take away the few immortal treasures.
Think of it as a landscape tour.
The earliest Lotus Flower Blessed Land in Tongyezhou, and later the Xianfu ruins in Luzhou, Beiju, he met the old Taoist priest of Donghai Taoist Temple, and Taoist Master Sun of Daxuandu Temple, which made Chen Ping'an now interested in this kind of visit to immortals.
It's really a bit scary.
In the Di newspaper, there was also an official from the Ministry of Industry named Li Chui from the capital of Dadu. His family had been working as a hydraulic engineer for generations. He carefully drew up a map of diversion, which involved the diversion of more than a dozen vassal rivers of Dadu.
Unexpectedly, the Dali court had sent Qin Tianjian, a Qi practitioner who was proficient in Kanyu, to verify whether this matter was feasible.
For the gods of mountains and rivers, there are also natural disasters and man-made disasters.
After a great war, countless landscape gods throughout the southern part of Aquarius Continent perished. Only then did the heroes and yin spirits from all over the continent come to fill the vacancies for city gods and landscape gods at all levels.
The diversion of rivers is a huge disaster for the mountain and water gods along the way. The mountain gods can suffer floods and their golden bodies are covered with water, and the water gods can suffer droughts and be exposed to the sun.
Under normal circumstances, the golden body and the ancestral temple cannot be moved, and migration is as difficult as climbing to the sky. The ancestral temple is empty, and without the incense in the world, the imperial court will cancel the name from the golden and jade genealogy according to the law, and can only be reduced to
If you want to go to the temple of obscenity, you can only live in hardship. At most, you can temporarily borrow incense from the neighboring city god, not to mention that you have to borrow it. Therefore, in the officialdom of Shanshui, I have always preferred to be the county god with extremely limited powers, rather than being the person with obvious restrictions.
There are even fewer small mountain gods and minor mountain and river officials like Hebo and Hepo.
An old man who looked like a farmer, with a strong body and tanned skin, like an old village man who had turned his face to the loess and turned his back to the sky every year, was squatting on the long embankment by the river, sighing and feeling extremely worried.
There was also a young man sitting aside, with a Xiang-patterned bamboo mat spread out, and he was shaking his folding fan. The bamboo fan had similar patterns to the bamboo mat. The young man's skin was a bit sickly white, like the kind of person who hides in his study all year round.
A scholar who never basks in the sun.
The two of them stayed together, with a huge age gap and sharp contrast in appearance, like a piece of white tofu next to a piece of charcoal.
The old man said: "I'll talk to Mr. Liu from the Da Li Accompanying Duyi Manufacturing Department later and see if I can ask for a favor and hand over some discounts."
The young man shook his head and spoke as bluntly as a dazed young man who couldn't understand what was good or bad. "He's just a boss. He's not an official in the capital. He definitely won't be able to speak."
The old man said angrily: "How many of those Langguan masters can reach such a high level? We are just small gods like us, who are in charge of small mountains and small rivers. Chief Liu is already the biggest official I know."
.It is better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor than to wait here to die."
The so-called Lang Guan refers to the Lang Zhong and Yuan Wai Lang who are the chief officials and assistant officials of the first department of the Ministry of Rites. For these landscape gods who are not of high rank, they are the Heavenly Officials in the Yamen.
The young man smiled calmly and said: "God wants Luo Yuniang to marry, so I have no choice but to accept my fate. Putting aside my own interests, changing my path is indeed beneficial to people's livelihood."
The old man threw a stone into the river and said dullly: "The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is."
The young man still looked calm and calm, "Who told you to be my friend?"
The old man turned his head and glanced, and said softly: "Here comes a qigong practitioner. He looks unfamiliar and cannot tell the true level of his realm. Anyway, at first glance, he is in a sea-viewing realm."
The young man glanced at the stranger who was approaching gradually. He was wearing a green shirt, long coat and cloth shoes, and his breathing was long as he walked. At first glance, he looked like he was not an ordinary person. The gods of mountains, rivers, and mountains in the world were good at looking at the spirit, and he was often better at judging who was the monk than the monks.
Whether you are a Qi practitioner or not, whether you can see through the depth of Taoism at a glance depends on the height of a golden statue of a god.
The young man closed the folding fan and said with a smile: "I advise you not to seek medical treatment in a hurry. Besides, the rivers here have been rerouted and a total of six tributaries of rivers have been abandoned. This is a great good thing for you, the mountain god, so don't mess around.
Since you have annexed the old waters under my jurisdiction, treat them as fertile water that does not flow into other people's fields."
The remaining mountain gods and earth gods in the vicinity are now eagerly waiting for the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Works to start the diversion of Dadu. As for the river god and the low-ranking Hebo Hepo, they are resigned to their fate. Although they accompany the rituals from the capital,
Officials from the two ministries of industry promised that the Dali court would arrange an escape route, but they were afraid that they were just mere words. Once they turned their backs and refused to admit their mistakes, who would they complain to?
The old man shouted angrily: "What a good thing. The bigger the territory, the more right and wrong. What's more, it originally belonged to your Tiaobo River. I'm so sorry. When you leave, leave me alone. What's going on? Help me."
Are you guarding the tomb? You were a higher official when you were alive, but after all, I was a Marquis during my lifetime and received a posthumous title after my death. It’s not my turn to guard the tomb for you, Mr. Cen, right? You really think you are the emperor.
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The young man advised: "Even if the incense in the world is cut off, relying on the wealth I have accumulated and borrowing some incense from you in the future, your Dieyunling will be like raising a useless guest who only eats and does not work.
I guess it won't be difficult to survive for another sixty years. You have to think about it this way. Sixty years is almost a lifetime for me, an ordinary scholar at the foot of the mountain. I have nothing to complain about."
The man in green shirt stopped, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Cao Mo, a casual cultivator, has met the God of Dou Mountain in Dieyun Ridge."
The man named Cao, who claimed to be Shanze Yexiu, turned to look at the young man and said, "This must be the Cen Hebo who jumped into the Po River."
Dou Yan, the mountain god of Dieyunling, was granted the title of Marquis during his lifetime and served successively as the County God, the County God and the Mountain God of this place. There is an allusion to the immortal in Dieyunling about the immortal flying up on a chi that has been spread in the market.
Cen Wenqian, the Hebo of the Tiaobo River, once served as a transshipment envoy during his lifetime. He oversaw the dredging of a country's water transport and the construction of granaries. He became the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. After his death, he was posthumously given the title of Taibao to the Crown Prince, with the posthumous title Wenduan.
The old man nodded with a smile, raised his arms high, and clasped fists with the immortal master surnamed Cao in return, "Nice to meet you."
Hey, the little kid looks young, but he has good eyesight. He actually recognized himself and Cen Wenqian, especially his old friends around him. He is famous for being a reclusive person. No matter who comes to Tiaobo River, he will always greet guests behind closed doors, and his airs are much better than that.
Jiang He Zhengshen is still big.
Cen Hebo still had a stubborn temper and pretended to be deaf and dumb, and Dou Yan was helpless.
The old fish in Cen Wenqian's river jumps in the waves and chews flowers. It is famous both in the mountains and down the mountains. There are as many mountain immortals and dignitaries who come to fish here as there are apricot-flowered perch and giant green fish that are unique in the river.
In the past few hundred years, Cen Wenqian has never gotten close to anyone. If it were the mountain god Dou Yan, he would have already made friends with many wealthy officials, and then won her over to become a big pilgrim in her own temple.
In fact, in the capital of Dali, there are two capitals, inside and outside the officialdom. Even though many literati have heard of Tiaobo River, no one dares to abandon public service for personal reasons. I can't say a word for Cen Hebo and Tiaobo River on this matter.
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The guest in green shirt looked around and said with a smile: "Cen Hebo is indeed as rumored by the outside world. He has a casual temperament and doesn't care about the amount of incense at all. He only cares about the water people in Hanoi and does not violate the prohibitions. He doesn't bother to manage the landscape. If I remember correctly,
It has been almost two hundred years since the hundreds of thousands of people who were blessed by the Tiaobo River have produced a second-class Jinshi. There have only been two intermittently born with the same Jinshi background...'Mrs. Ru'?"
In fact, the Tiaobo River early in the morning was very rich and mellow, both in terms of landscape and civil and military fortunes. It was famous in several countries. However, as time went by and dynasties changed several times, Cen Hebo's spirit declined and he only promised to Tiaobo River.
There are no floods on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and there are no droughts in her own waters, so Cen Wenqian no longer cares about anything unnecessary.
As a result, Cen Wenqian is still a river uncle. Otherwise, given the reputation of the Tiaobo River and the richness of water transportation, he should be a water god who has been enshrined by the imperial court. He is even mentioned on the gold and jade genealogy enshrined by the Ministry of Rites of that country.
It is not impossible to rise to the river.
Dou Yan held back his laughter, held back his bad words, and tried his best to relieve his anger. This guy was good at beating around the bush, but Cen Wenqian didn't deserve to be scolded in the first place.
To be continued...