A smiling old scholar came to the Fire Temple and stood at the bottom of the steps of the flower shed. He said that he wanted Aunt Feng to help inquire about the news inside the palace, so as to prevent his simple-minded, good-natured and unacquainted disciple from conspiracies.
He was bullied by some guys who relied on their elders to show off their old age. If the old man got away with it by luck, he, as a teacher, would definitely not be able to stand by and watch.
The old scholar didn't even look at the old coachman. He only focused on getting close to Aunt Feng. When they met, he bowed. After bowing, he didn't go to sit on the stone table next to the old coachman and read a bunch of words as if they had just been taken out of the pickled cabbage jar.
, where there are beauties with flowers and moon, there are good poems, and poems also seek inspiration from wine. If there is no mellow wine in the world, all the good times and beautiful scenery will be in vain...
Aunt Feng couldn't stand the sour smell, so she had to throw a jar of Baihua Brewing to the old scholar as a gag, and sat on the stone ledge at the bottom of the flower shed. The old scholar seemed to have just seen the old coachman, and hurriedly
He raised his buttocks from the waist, said "Hey, hello", held the wine jar and went to the stone table to be polite and reserved. He muttered a few words to apologize for the old man's injustice. Why was there only half a jar of wine left? I've heard about his name for a long time.
It was like thunder, it was a rare meeting, and she couldn't get back drunk no matter what. When Aunt Feng couldn't resist the old scholar's insinuations, she threw a jar to the old coachman. As a result, the old scholar just stared at the latter and the drinks on the table.
His eyes flickered up and down, and the latter immediately understood and silently pushed the jar of Baihua Brew that he had just received to this famous literary saint.
Then the old scholar just sat at the table, took out a handful of fried soybeans from his sleeve, shook them on the table, and relied on Aunt Feng's natal magical power and the breeze between heaven and earth to listen to the wine party in the palace.
dialogue.
Probably in the Confucian Temple, there were many people who worshiped sages and worshiped wine mountain leaders. Only this old scholar could do such an unflattering act and still feel confident.
The old coachman felt uncomfortable sitting and wanted to say goodbye and leave.
Unexpectedly, the old scholar looked at me sideways and threw a few fried soybeans into his mouth, "You're not going to give me any noodles, are you? Did I let you go?"
The old coachman smiled bitterly and said, "The literary saint is joking."
The old scholar sneered and said: "Are you kidding? Do I need to say it? In the eyes of you, I am not a joke myself. Do I need to say it?"
The old coachman was shocked and felt a little uneasy for a moment.
Could it be that the old scholar wants to talk about Tianxian today and come to settle accounts on behalf of the Confucian Temple?
The old scholar sneered: "Senior, I think you are a joker. Why, do you look down on the fourth leader of the Confucian Temple and feel that you are not qualified to be on an equal footing with you?"
No matter how slow the old coachman was, he still knew the pros and cons. He knew something was wrong, and immediately said to Aunt Feng in his heart: "The person who came here is not good. It is not like the past behavior of the literary saint. Later, if the literary saint acts rogue, or has made up his mind,
If you want to pour dirty water on me, please help me and take care of it. At least remember to talk to me at the Confucian Temple and Zhenwu Mountain."
Regarding his own honor and disgrace, the old scholar has never cared about his own gain or loss in his life. Even if the status of the statue in the Confucian Temple has been degraded again and again, until he is moved out of the Confucian Temple or even beaten in the street, his knowledge is banned in the world and imprisoned in the Forest of Merit. The old scholar
He has never defended himself or complained with even a single word. For a scholar with the suffix "holy" to do this, he is unique in the history of the world and is the only one in thousands of years.
Aunt Feng replied from the bottom of her heart: "Try your best. If you can only promise to help, I'll help. Don't blame me if you can't help. I'm also worried about whether I'll get burned."
Today's Literary Sage, as the old coachman said, is indeed extremely bad at coming and good at not coming. It is clear that he wants to challenge Lu Wei and others.
Aunt Feng could also understand that Qi Jingchun and Chen Ping'an, the two youngest disciples of the old scholar, had both been abused by some old antiques in Lizhu Cave.
What's more, now that the old scholar is in the capital city of Li, which is also the "place of monasticism" where his first disciple Cui Han spent hundreds of years of hard work, how can he feel better?
So as the old saying goes, don't bully those honest people who seem to have the best temper.
The old scholar said: "Aunt Feng took the opportunity to make up for Chen Pingan's old almanacs that have been gathering dust for a long time."
Aunt Feng sighed quietly and nodded.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an, who was scheming with Lu Wei and Nan Zhan over at the palace, gained more first-mover advantage "for no reason".
When the old coachman saw the literary saint, he looked as desolate as a wild monk at one moment, then squinted his eyes and stroked his beard and smiled knowingly, and nodded to himself, as if he had overheard the strange and witty words of someone scratching his itchy spot.
Finally, the old scholar asked Aunt Feng to invite Lu Wei to the Fire Temple to reminisce about the past.
Together with Aunt Feng, Lu Wei, and the old coachman, three old friends from Lizhu Dongtian, they reunited again in a large fire temple in Lijing City.
The old scholar glanced at the ancestor of the Lu family who had come here from the Great Li Palace, put a jar of Baihua Brew into his sleeve, grabbed the last bit of fried soybeans on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, then stood up slowly.
He said something conclusive to the old coachman, "Don't even think about coming in and out from Zhenwu Mountain in the future. Otherwise, as long as I find out about it once, I won't cause trouble for you. I will only go to Zhenwu Mountain to reason."
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The old scholar stretched out a finger and tapped his chest, "What I said is what the Confucian Temple said. If there are any objections from Zhenwu Mountain, just go to the Confucian Temple to complain. I will wait at the door."
The old coachman was relieved. Fortunately, Wen Sheng didn't bully others too much. From now on, he would never be able to enter and leave the human world through Fengxue Temple.
The old scholar looked at Lu Wei, who had just fallen. "When you return to the Middle-earth Divine Continent, help me say hello to Lu Sheng. When you go to the astrological station in the future, don't walk at night. Don't tell me that I'm there at the Confucian Temple."
What kind of backer is there? If you can’t deal with Lu Sheng, it won’t be a big deal.”
The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed to the sky, "I have people in the sky."
The talisman is in Xuan, and it is in harmony with Dao Xinghe.
Bai and I are also good brothers, and Yu Laoer and Bai also had a fateful friendship, so Yu Laoer and I are close friends.
Why did the Most Holy Master personally pave the way for Yu Xuan He Dao?
Of course, it's a talisman. Yu Xuan deserves the word "talisman". When he crossed the continent to help Bai Ye, Yu Xuan was willing to give up his Taoism. He didn't want millions of talismans to get involved in that chaotic war.
At the same time, the Confucian Temple was dissatisfied with the Lu family in China, but Lu did some things vaguely and cleverly, and everything was within the rules. The Confucian Temple's punishment should not be too obvious.
Heaven is in Xuan and the Lu family is on earth. This is the real way to rely on others!
The old scholar's threat sounded very naughty and rogue, like a harmless joke.
But Lu Wei couldn't laugh at all.
A good-tempered gentleman cannot teach students like Qi Jingchun and Zuo Zuo.
A scholar who can only put on airs cannot teach people like Cui Chan and Chen Ping'an.
A Confucian sage with insufficient knowledge would not let Liu Shiliu take the initiative to join his sect when his reputation was not good enough.
There would be no friends like Bai Ye and Bai Ze.
The old scholar became angrier and angrier as he talked. He was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and cursed the two men.
"When I tried to reason with you, I just refused to listen and insisted on acting like a monster."
"Only when I have to hold your head down will I be willing to listen to the truth and speak human words."
"My close disciple has a good temper, otherwise it would be me...forget it, I am too incompetent and have too little face, so I won't say harsh words today, otherwise I will be a joke to you in vain."
The old scholar turned to look at Aunt Feng sitting on the stone ledge of the flower shed.
Aunt Feng's face was full of resentment, she patted her heart and said timidly: "Hey, it's my turn to scold me? The literary saint scolds me whatever he wants, and I'll bear it."
The old scholar felt a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said, "What the hell, don't you think your mouth is dry? Let me have a bottle of wine to moisten my throat."
Aunt Feng smiled and said: "Literary Saint, it would be more convenient to curse people directly."
The wine is delicious but hard to cheat.
Lu Wei, who had no hope at all, just exchanged a greeting with Wen Sheng, then left silently, and then traveled to the Middle-earth Divine Continent and returned to the Lu family.
This ancestor of the Lu family has made up his mind that he will never set foot on Aquarius Continent again in this life. There are too many troubles in this land of right and wrong, first Qi Jingchun and then Chen Ping'an.
The old scholar got a little drunk and took a walk out of the Fire Temple. When he reached the entrance of the temple, he suddenly stopped, sighed, and stopped talking.
The old woman who was a mortal master was both the concierge and the temple blessing of the Fire Temple.
The old woman had a rickety figure and chuckled softly: "The Literary Saint has a good disciple. He is gentle, courteous and thrifty, and treats others with courtesy. When he goes out, he can see the streets full of saints. Everyone has Buddha nature in them. Although they are from a poor family, they have
Great wisdom and compassion.”
The old scholar's face was full of joy and he smiled from ear to ear, but he still waved his hands, "No, no, it's not as good as what the seniors said. After all, I am still a young man, and I will be better in the future."
The "old woman" in front of her is just a skin she lives in, like an inn in the world. As for her true identity, it is a bit complicated. It is a bit similar to Chen Qingliu and Zheng Juzhong's master and disciple's blindness to the Dragon Riding Alley.
An old Taoist priest. One of her relatively obvious identities is that she is one of the ancestors of the Dragon Masters in Lizhu Cave, and she was also the nun who taught a certain dragon girl in the past. Earlier, she was still a member of the Confucian Temple. She has been in the Confucian Temple for three thousand years.
The former orthodox main lineage of Dragon Keepers was one of the Confucian ritual officials.
So when Lu Chen was setting up a stall in a small town and Liu Xianyang overturned the fortune-telling stall, there was a potential causal line.
The entire Aquarius Continent, the place with the strongest dragon energy, used to be Lizhu Cave Heaven, but now it is of course the Great Lijing City.
The old woman said sternly: "The inferior people have the wisdom of the superior."
The old scholar suppressed his smile, remained silent for a moment, and nodded gently, "Senior has a better vision than Aunt Feng."
The old woman shook her head and said: "When it comes to discernment, none of us are as good as Qi Jingchun Yuan."
The old scholar hesitated for a moment, tugged at his beard and sighed: "The young man's worries should be taken care of. Who cares about You Han and sits there?"
The implication is that when Lu Chen went out to sea by boat, he still could not find a place of peace of mind. In the end, in order to pursue the great road in his heart, he left his hometown and went to Qingming World to become the third disciple of the Taoist Ancestor. Wubo was an ancient well, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
And An Zhiruo is fate. Although it seems to be against one's will and ruthless, in fact, it has not violated the truth in one's heart.
To be continued...