The group of people came to the temple after leaving the village. There was nothing interesting to see, and the holes in the roof had been initially filled up by the bricklayers.
The young master only walked around the hall briefly, then felt bored and turned around and walked out of the hall, saying to Qian Duofu:
"You can make your own arrangements for the new statues in this temple. I remember that a few years ago, when you, the fake Dragon King, sat down, I came to see you in person. I gave you enough face, but you did it yourself. Now it's the end of the year.
, don’t expect me to come to your country village again.”
"Yes. I don't dare to disturb the master, but...if I can..."
"Our young master is going back to the city today, can you mud tires make it in time today?"
Before the young master could answer, Brother Qing on the other side rushed to speak. When the young master saw someone doing the work for him, he smiled and said nothing.
"This... I have arranged for some of the most clean women in the village to clean the main house from top to bottom, cleaning it inside and out, and prepared incense for me and my brother...
”
Seeing that Qian Duofu was still struggling, I was fine, but Brother Qing suddenly said anxiously:
"Why can you, an old man like you, be so blind at your age? How can my young master, who is a man of heavenly proportions, live in your wretched nest? We all use your incense to smoke the toilets. If the young master goes to the toilet at night,
Being frightened, can you bear it?"
"Yes, I can't afford it, so...it's almost noon now, so I'll go arrange some food and drinks for the men."
"No need... We have prepared our own food. The original purpose of this trip was to relax and enjoy the scenery. The owner of the village, please help yourself. I will go to the Qingluo Mountain for a tour by myself, and then go down the mountain and return to the city in the afternoon."<
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Qian Duofu saw the young man staring at the mist-shrouded Qingluo Mountain behind him, and suddenly his heart moved. After thinking about it for a while, he said:
"That's the best, but I don't know something. Qingluo Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles. From the bottom of the mountain, the scenery is beautiful, with steaming clouds and fog, but it is quite difficult to walk on the mountain. People like us at the foot of the mountain often get lost. If
I insist on going up the mountain, so I will arrange for a few people from the village who are used to walking on the mountain to act as guides for me."
The young man was about to have another attack, but he stopped him with his hand, and then said to Qian Duofu:
"In that case, those two or three are enough, it's time to work."
Qian Duofu only agreed, turned around and immediately changed into a dark face, called out three strong men from the crowd behind him, and gave instructions in a low voice.
At this time, the two towering men pushed aside the crowd and each picked up a large food box and a sheathed sword from a carriage behind them and took them with them.
Xi Guanshi wanted to go up the mountain with him, but in the end he was left at the foot of the mountain to look after the carriage. The steward couldn't stand it, so he gave Qing Geer and the two strong men a few words, and he and the two grooms guarded the carriage at the bottom of the mountain. The grooms also fed the horses. Among the three guides named by Qian Duofu, one of them was slightly smarter and wanted to help carry the food box, but the young man saw it and scolded the smart guy until his face turned red.
, I can’t wait to bury my head in my chest.
After scolding Zhuang Han, Brother Qing was still upset, and pointed at Qian Duofu and scolded him eloquently. Then he turned around, joined the young master and two attendants, and the four of them were in front. The three Zhuang Han had to follow far behind to show the way.
OK.
"This Qian Duofu is ignorant and annoying at every turn. As the owner of Qingluo Village, he occupies the largest piece of fertile land in the Qian Mansion and guards the huge Qingluo Mountain. The annual payment seems to be getting smaller and smaller every year.
In my opinion, he must have embezzled and enriched his own pockets. It would be better to look for opportunities to check his accounts carefully and send him to another village as soon as possible."
Brother Qing looked back at the mountain temple at the foot of the mountain and complained in a low voice to the young man.
"Humph, he is considered a simple and honest person among the dozen or so village heads in the mansion, and he has been here for generations and has already become a local snake.
Although his ancestor is not named Qian, he is a personal servant given the surname Qian by his ancestors. He is just like you, and the master has always been the most compassionate and nostalgic. As a last resort, if you have no choice but to move, let’s keep him for the time being..."<
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As he spoke, the young master glanced back at Brother Qing, raised his chin lightly and smiled:
"I still don't know what you are thinking about? Are you thinking about bringing some relatives from your mother's family to this village? What are you anxious about? Are you afraid that you will lose the benefits of your family in the future?"
……
Watching the group of well-dressed people walking towards the mountain, Qian Duofu spat bitterly when he thought of Brother Qing's pretentious and intimidating face just now:
"Bah! A thief with a bird in his mouth is a thief, and a prostitute who sells prostitutes is a thief! Carefully die on the mountain without being able to get down."
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Cheng Yu squatted on the eaves of the main hall of the mountain temple and saw everything just now. He even heard the conversation between the clerk and Brother Qing. He had no interest in this kind of fighting in the deep courtyard.<
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He turned his head and saw Qian Duofu spitting at the backs of the people who were going up the mountain. Still feeling uneasy, he called out to the three masons who had just completed the hole on the top of the temple and shouted:
"Within three days, shape the golden bodies of Grandpa Jin, Que Xian, and the old immortal master and disciple. If you wait an hour, I will break one of your legs!"
One of the bricklayers who seemed to be the leader said with a sad face:
"Grandpa Jin and the old immortal are both easy to talk about, but Grandpa Que Immortal... I have never seen it before, and there is not even a pattern. How can you build a golden body?"
"Well... don't worry, I'll wait for the painting with you."
As soon as Qian Duofu said these words, Cheng Yu, who was at the top, was quite surprised. He thought to himself that the village leader could not really just draw a sparrow to deal with it.
I saw Qian Duofu bending down and finding a piece of white talc, squatting on the ground and drawing a picture with a "swish".
"Just follow this mold."
After Qian Duofu finished painting, he stood up. Cheng Yu looked over and was immediately dumbfounded.
This guy's artistic talent is really bad, but his features are quite accurate. The painting on the ground is a full-body portrait, tall and slim, with straight eyebrows and a handsome nose. Only this dress...
The bricklayers nearby couldn't understand it, but Cheng Yu understood it roughly.
This painting clearly depicts the look of short sleeves, jeans, and sneakers in the previous life.
I think it was Na Yuandeng who also told Zhuangtou his appearance and clothing when he asked him about his dream.
However, this shape is too inconsistent. If this statue is lucky enough to be preserved and discovered by future generations in a few years, I am afraid that the birthplace of jeans and sneakers will be rewritten.
……
Several bricklayers were discussing how to express the strange clothing of this bird fairy. Suddenly they heard a faint sound of thunder in the distance. When they looked up, one of the tall bricklayers accidentally glanced at the newly erected stone tablet.
Something is glowing faintly.
"Master, look there quickly."
The four of them walked to the monument together, and saw a small figure with a watermark appearing out of thin air in the blank space below the inscription, and the little watermarks glowed brightly, with a sense of movement, and the crystal light shone under the sun.
Cheng Yu just heard the bricklayers talking about his clothes, and suddenly he got playful. He matched his appearance in the previous life with a bun and a long gown to look like a young scholar. He used the small water technique to attract people nearby.
Holding the stream water, an ancient costume image is outlined on the stone tablet.
I was afraid that these people would not be able to see it, so I let the small water droplets continue to flow on the surface of the stone tablet.
After completing the outline, Cheng Yu withdrew his Xiao Shui technique, and thunder could be heard faintly in the distance.
"Oops! This is Grandpa Quexian, Grandpa Quexian has appeared again!"
A mason at his feet seemed to be literate. When he saw the word "谪鸟" under the statue, he suddenly shouted loudly, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed to the flickering little statue on the stone tablet.
Several people nearby were stunned, then fell one step behind and hurriedly knelt down. At the same time, all the villagers outside the temple who were watching Qian Mansion's carriage also abandoned the carriage and rushed in.
Some of them were very upset because they didn't get the front row seats. They threw themselves down and kowtowed without asking any questions. Only Steward Xi and the two coachmen were left standing on the car and looking into the courtyard.
Go, then look at each other and sneer rather disapprovingly.
Cheng Yu was a little stunned as he looked at the piles of skulls beneath his feet.
I didn’t expect that my random joke would have such a sensational effect.
Thinking about it, he had never had anyone kneel down to him for more than twenty years in his previous life. In this life, he had been a sparrow for less than a month, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he had lived a life of being respected by others. It was really a trick of fate.
"Boom!"
The originally cloudless and clear sky turned gloomy at some point, and there were bursts of thunder.
Due to his experiences in the previous life, Cheng Yu was more or less sensitive to thunder, but the thunder had come too frequently in the past few days. It seemed that every time he performed the Xiao Shui Art, the thunder would come as promised.