In the afternoon, I just saw off Li Que, a fat man who was busy with his daily routine and didn't forget to take three baskets of winter dates with him before leaving.
One watch after nightfall.
There was a knocking sound outside the Wu Zang Taoist Temple.
When Jin An heard the noise outside and heard the old Taoist priest talking to other people, he walked out of the wing and saw Mr. Yi, a Feng Shui master, and Zhong Laosan, a big-headed old man, coming to visit the Five Zang Taoist Temple. The old Taoist priest was bringing the two people behind him.
Taoist temple backyard.
Zhong Laosan still looks like that.
This big-headed old man, whose soul rests on a strange lotus leaf, always has a lotus leaf on his head that is bigger than his head.
And beside Zhong Laosan, there is Mr. Yi, a Feng Shui master.
Mr. Yi's appearance also remains unchanged, his soul is separated from his soul, and he is possessed by the paper-made man and travels at night, carrying a chicken bone lantern burning his soul.
"Mr. Jin An, it's been about ten days since the last time we were apart. I haven't seen you for a few days. Mr. Jin An has made great progress in his cultivation. He is indeed Mr. Jin An. This is the Jin An I know."
Young Master!"
Zhong Laosan, who wore a lotus leaf as a big hat, could tell Jin An's great progress as soon as they met.
Jin An was also happy when he saw Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan.
"Mr. Yi, Senior Zhong, why did you think of visiting the Five Zang Taoist Temple today? No matter what the reason is, Mr. Yi and Senior Zhong are welcome to come to my Five Zang Taoist Temple."
Jin An asked the two of them to sit down in front of the stone table and bench in the yard.
"Actually, I plan to come to see Mr. Jin An during the day. There is a curfew in the city at night, which makes traveling inconvenient. Moreover, in the dead of night, it will disturb Mr. Jin An and everyone in the Wu Zang Taoist Temple. But Zhong Laosan insists on insisting.
Come with me, I must also visit Mr. Jin An, no, I really can’t get rid of Zhong Laosan’s pretentiousness, so I waited until nightfall to disturb Mr. Jin An and everyone at Wu Zang Taoist Temple to rest.”
Mr. Yi was dissatisfied with Zhong Laosan and complained.
Zhong Laosan was so angry that his whole body was shaking, just like the green lotus leaves above his head. Zhong Laosan said anxiously: "You stinking Feng Shui practitioner, you insist on not opening any pot you want, right?"
These two have been friends for many years, and they always like to disparage each other when they have nothing to do, but this does not affect the friendship between the two at all.
Jin An smiled as he watched Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan arguing, but he didn't take their quarrel seriously.
"Don't disturb, don't disturb, don't disturb at all. It's only the first watch of the day and the Five Zang Taoist Temple doesn't have a rest that early." The old Taoist priest came over with a smile.
"Mr. Yi, Mr. Zhong, this is the winter jujube fruit that the old jujube tree in Guanli just produced this afternoon. You guys come here often. This winter jujube is very crispy and sweet."
The old Taoist priest smiled and walked over with a basket of freshly picked winter dates and placed them on the stone table.
Speaking of which, several people in Wu Zang Taoist Temple are no strangers to Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan, and have all gone back and forth.
The old Taoist priest had known Zhong Laosan since they were in Changxian County. The old Taoist priest and Xi Jian had also met Mr. Yi after visiting the tomb of the Dragon King, so everyone had a good time, talking and laughing.
"oh?"
"Today I heard in Fucheng that many people's fruit trees were blooming and bearing fruit. I finally saw what they looked like in real life."
"The Five Zang Taoist Temple is now a place of outstanding people and spiritual people. Since it is a winter jujube grown in the Five Zang Taoist Temple, then this winter jujube must also be a thing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. You must try it."
Mr. Yi was generous in his manner and conversation. He cheerfully picked up a newly picked red and green winter jujube in the basket and took a bite. It was indeed sweet and refreshing, crisp and luscious. Mr. Yi was full of praise for the taste.
Not wanting to lag behind, the big old man Zhong Laosan also picked up a winter jujube and stuffed it into his mouth without wiping it. He ate it with gusto, eating one winter jujube after another.
"Zhong Laosan, look at you, you look like a starving ghost reincarnated, you are an embarrassment to Mr. Jin An."
"You bastard of Feng Shui, why don't you look at yourself in the mirror? You are just like a pig eating ginseng fruit and swallowing jujubes. You are not much better than a little old man. Let's not laugh at the same time. You are all doing it to us.
Mr. Jin An of our family is in disgrace."
Although Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan were quarreling, their movements did not slow down at all. They were both afraid that they would suffer a loss and eat a few fewer winter dates than the other party.
This scene is very similar to the old Taoist priest and Fatty Li during the day.
Jin An was very happy to see it.
"Mr. Yi, Senior Zhong, eat slowly. No one will grab it for you. There is not enough in this basket. There are still winter dates on the trees. When Mr. Yi and Senior Zhong go back, I will ask the old Taoist to pick two more baskets for you two.
Take it home to eat."
After listening to Jin An's words, Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan both looked embarrassed. They both said Mr. Jin An, your dates are so delicious... After a few more pleasantries, Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan talked about
The purpose of this trip.
"Since we said goodbye at the Yuanyanglou Inn last time, I haven't had time to come see Mr. Jin An. Today, I came to see Mr. Jin An with my wife's message. Secondly, I wanted to fulfill the promise I made to Mr. Jin An at the Yuanyanglou Inn last time.
, I sent Mr. Jin An three volumes of "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra" that teaches Feng Shui, and "Shen Feng Tong Kao" that talks about four pillars and eight characters."
Mr. Yi took out a bamboo slip and an ancient book from Zhizharen's body and placed them on the stone table.
The bamboo slip is the "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra".
The ancient book is "Shenfeng Tongkao".
The old Taoist priest looked at the ancient yellow bamboo slips on the stone table and was shocked: "There are three volumes of "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra"?
When the old Taoist priest picked up the bamboo slips and looked through them, he looked shocked: "Sure enough, it is the complete upper, middle and lower volumes!"
"It is also the only copy of the annotations by Mr. Guo Pu, a master of Feng Shui. It also contains the only copy of the "Burial Book" deduced by Mr. Guo Pu from the "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra". Both of these are the founders of Feng Shui circles that have been passed down through the ages
Zongshen Book.”
"The second volume of the "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra", I heard that it was lost as early as the Warring States Period when hundreds of kingdoms were at war. The first and middle volumes of the "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra" circulated in later generations were found in a general's tomb.
, and then later generations gradually completed the second volume based on the content of the first two volumes and various historical records and unofficial records, and there must be some discrepancies with the authentic version. Where did Mr. Yi find this complete version of the "Yin Yang Qing Nang Sutra"?
It is actually the only remaining copy of Mr. Guo Pu’s annotations.”
The old Taoist priest was so excited that he couldn't put it down as if he had found a treasure.
Just like when a man sees a woman, he holds it in his hand and is reluctant to let it go.
Mr. Yi just smiled and said: "I brought this out of an imperial mausoleum when I was young and ignorant. It can be regarded as bringing the "Yin Yang Qing Sang Sutra" and "Burial Book" to the light of day together, so that they will not be buried underground forever and become a cultural relic.
beads.”
"Fortunately, I met Madam later and found my way back. I stayed by Madam's side to accumulate negative virtues and accumulate merit for the huge mistakes I made in the past."
This is the first time Mr. Yi has taken the initiative to talk about his past experiences.
Jin An's expression changed.
It seems that it is not just the big old man Zhong Laosan who has a story. The three souls and seven souls were broken up by the enemy. When he almost lost his soul, he was rescued and used great tricks to raise the broken soul of Zhong Laosan in a strange lotus flower.
Only then can the soul be reunited.
Even Mr. Yi also has many stories.
After introducing the bamboo slips and ancient books, Mr. Yi mentioned another reason for his visit, which was that he came with a message from the man in the white coffin.
When talking about the message given by their wives, Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan both looked at Jin An, who was sitting opposite them, with strange and appreciative expressions on their faces.
"Mr. Jin'an, what did you write on the letter you asked us to take back to my wife that day? My wife was very happy after reading it, and she was in a good mood for several days."
"This time we are also asked to give Mr. Jin An a big gift. It is the return gift from Madam to Mr. Jin An."
actually.
Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan still haven't said a word.
In front of the majesty and majesty accumulated by the lady, they did not dare to have the intention of expiration. After they returned with Jin'an's letter that night, the lady asked about it, and they told the old lady everything that happened that night.
Report it honestly and don’t dare to hide anything.
Including when they met Ye Niang, Jin An kidnapped his bride twice in a row, and Jin An killed everyone in the Yuanyanglou Inn...
It also includes the poems written to Ye Niang, "I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals", "I would like to be a winged bird in heaven and I would like to be a twig on earth", "Looking back five hundred times in the past life in exchange for one passing by in this life"
love poems...
In short, I have said both what should be said and what should not be said.
The more they realize how powerful their wife is, the less they dare to hide anything.
After hearing so many things that happened that night, they originally thought that the lady would punish them.
It's no wonder that they, as servants, don't share the master's worries and solve his problems, but they actually take Mr. Jin An out to fool around! This is not an adjective, they are really fooling around!
How to know.
When Madam read the letter Jin An asked them to hand over, Madam not only did not get angry at them, but she was in a good mood for several days.
No, I was in a good mood and asked them to give me a big gift.
So the two of them were very curious, what exactly did Jin An write in the letter that night? How could it make the lady so happy, even better than the three love poems Mr. Jin An wrote to Ye Niang?
Jin An snatched his bride twice at the Yuanyanglou Inn that night.
Letterhead?
Is it time for my little brother to finally have his wits about him?
The old Taoist priest looked at Jin An in shock. Why didn't Jin An tell him about the letter when his soul returned to his body that day? But then, the old Taoist priest beamed with joy. My little brother finally got the idea this time and knew how to please.
The woman is happy, she finally knows how to coax the vicious corpse in the white coffin to look beautiful and happy.
This is right.
You can't always let the beautiful girl pay and take the initiative to express her feelings.
The dignified seven-foot-tall man didn't even show any initiative.
Jin An: "!"
Facing the looks from Mr. Yi, Zhong Laosan, and the old Taoist priest, the fire of gossip was burning in those three pairs of eyes, and a black line hung down Jin'an's forehead.
He would never say anything about what he wrote in the letter that night.
Both Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan have matured with age. Neither of them has been young and has had two or three unforgettable relationships. Mr. Yi looked at Jin An and guessed: "Could the content in that letter also be a letter?"
Love poem? Mr. Jin An also wrote a love poem for my wife? Is it more famous than Ye Niang’s love poem?"
If it wasn't better than Ye Niang's love poem, there would be no reason to make Madam so happy, Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan thought in their hearts.
When I heard that the master had written a love letter to my wife, I made my wife very happy. This time, even the eyes of Xiajian, who had always been dull and dazed, were also ignited with the fire of gossip. Xiajian, the old Taoist priest, was righteous.
Sir, Mr. Zhong, three and four elders all looked at Jin An eagerly, waiting for Jin An's answer.
"no!"
"No!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"How can I, Jin'an, be the kind of person who is smooth-tongued and smooth-talking!"
Jin An categorically denied it.
Right speech.
The words are louder than throwing three hundred taels on the ground.
Hahaha, looking at Jin An, Mr. Yi, who has no three hundred taels of silver here, the three of them, Zhong Laosan, and the old Taoist priest, looked at each other and smiled, showing the smile of an old fox looking at a little fox, which is a look that all men understand.
It seems that Mr. Jin An is also afraid of people. Mr. Jin An met the wind and made his wife happy, so he stopped asking Ye Niang about the matter... Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan couldn't help but give Jin An a secret.
Thumbs up.
Jin An: "?"
There's something wrong with you.
Is there some misunderstanding?
Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan laughed and took out the beautiful white coffin of the vicious corpse as a gift to Jin An.
That's a long brocade box.
After opening the lid of the brocade box, a long sheathed knife with exquisite workmanship was revealed, inlaid with gold and silver inlaid with auspicious clouds and the mythical auspicious beast Qilin.
It was a long sword with a fine gold and silver mouth. The scabbard and handle were the red color of burning clouds. The surface was embellished with gold and silver images of auspicious clouds and the auspicious beast Qilin. The scabbard had fine texture. It was not a wooden scabbard, but
Made of hard leather.
Just the workmanship of this scabbard is worth a lot of money and it is no longer a common thing.
The total length of this knife, together with the scabbard and handle, is about three feet. The shape of the end of the scabbard is very strange. It is different from the arc bottom of ordinary scabbards. It is a slightly triangular gold-covered bottom. The scabbard
It looks like a sword but not a sword, looks like a sword but not a sword, and has a strange shape.
sulfuric acid!
Mr. Yi took out the sword from its sheath, and it had a clear and sonorous sound. It was a good sword that had been forged through repeated hammering.
This knife is just like the scabbard, it looks like a knife but not a sword, it looks like a sword but not a sword.
It is forged to be as straight as the spine of the sword, like a blue dragon, but only one side is edged.
"Tang Dao!" Jin An was stunned.
"Tang Dao?" Mr. Yi glanced at Jin An in confusion.
"This sword is called Kunwu sword. It is a precious sword forged from Kunwu stone. The blacksmith who forged it originally wanted to recreate the ancient divine weapon Kunwu sword. But before the Kunwu sword was successfully forged, the blacksmith's family suffered a tragedy.
Something unexpected happened, and in the end the Kunwu Sword was not completed, and only one sword embryo was left in the world."
"Later, someone got it by accident. I wanted to complete the Kunwu Sword. As a result, something happened to the Kunwu Sword. The tip of the sword broke a gap, and the Kunwu Sword embryo was scrapped. From then on, there was one less divine weapon in the world, the Kunwu Sword, and one more.
Kunwu knife."
"My wife heard that the weapons of Mr. Jin An were destroyed by the corpse stele in the Dragon King's tomb. She never had a suitable weapon, so she kept looking for new suitable weapons for Jin An. Finally, the wife chose this weapon for Mr. Jin An.
The sword that looks like a sword but is not a sword, looks like a sword but is not a sword, is the Kunwu sword."
When it came to swords, Mr. Yi, including several people present, stared at Jin An with a somewhat strange expression.
Jin An had just finished sending a love letter to the beautiful white coffin corpse. On the back foot, the beautiful white coffin corpse sent Jin An a sword that sounded like a sword but not a sword, and looked like a knife but not a knife.
A woman gives a man a sword!
The meaning here is very clear!
Jin An: "?"
"!"
What are you looking at! This is a knife! Not a sword!