The snow and moon are in perfect harmony, and young people are more pure and pure.
Including the guy who called himself Cui Dongshan, a total of six people walked together to the tall mansion with a library of six thousand volumes.
A thin, monkey-like man walked in front, sweeping the snow with his feet to clear the way, so that the embroidered shoes on the woman's feet would not be soaked by the snow.
A woman named Wang Manmeng claimed to be in the sea-viewing realm, but she didn't like to be called a fairy. The skinny man once flattered a horse and got a slap in the face.
Along the way, she and the handsome young man who called himself Cui Dongshan had a lot of chats. Of course, a woman from a wild cultivator's background had many delicate thoughts hidden under her flowery smile, just like the road under the snow.
The snow looks white and flawless, but if you really want to push it away with your feet, you will see that it is mud.
Wang Manmeng noticed that the steps of the young man next to him were light and frivolous. He did not look like a practitioner. His boots were already covered with snow shavings. The young man was shivering from the cold. He lightly patted the fallen snow on his head and shoulders and asked again and again, "Are you here? Are you here?"
The main reason was that this woman had a disagreement with her concubine Hong Chou. Wang Manmeng was unwilling to live under the influence of others, and she hated the imperial government. She also did not want to find a mountain to establish a mountain sect. There were many rules on the mountain, and there were many right and wrong.
After all, Hong Chou was born in the Jianghu. How could he know the secrets in the mountains and kill people without blood? When he met those genealogy monks with strong backing and profound backgrounds, he would often walk by the river without getting wet shoes. There would always be some innocent disasters. As long as he met with
Those who have conflicts, if they really have a family business, it will be difficult to escape. How can it be so easy to just walk away? How about being submissive to the other party and asking for compromise? What else can be done then? With Hong Chou's dignified appearance,
Why don't you clean your butt and sell it, or do the "make-up" thing and push her out? You Hong Chou don't mind wearing a hat, but I still think it's too troublesome to pretend to be sweet in bed.
So the two groups of people lived in the adjacent Gaomen Mansion, which was quite similar to that of the well and the river.
The woman and the young man in white walked into the house side by side and came to a lobby. The valuables had been emptied out long ago, making it look like the house was bare. There was only a nanmu plaque left, but it was not hung on the wall, but lying casually on the table next to the wall.
Below. The young man in white crossed the threshold and entered the lobby. He glanced a few times and found that there was indeed nothing left. He ran and squatted by the table. Then he stuck his butt out, got under the table, and reached out to erase the words on the plaque.
Dust, "life is long".
Cui Dongshan took out the plaque and put it on the table, intending to move it back to Mixuefeng's study.
There were two braziers in the house, and they burned the charcoal themselves. The thin man worked diligently and added more charcoal to the brazier. Finally, he did not forget to stir some charcoal ash to cover the red charcoal to prevent the charcoal from burning too fast.
At first glance, he seems to be a diligent and thrifty man.
They were divided into two groups, each sitting around the fire pot, with heavy snow falling outside.
Probably because of the presence of a strange young man, there were not many words and the atmosphere was deserted.
The origin of this person is unknown. He dared to enter the ghost town alone. How could he be the kind of ignorant young man who looks weak and helpless on the surface? There are only a few good people who dare to enter the ghost town alone. He looks like a young man, God knows how old he is.
Only the man who added charcoal shamelessly sat on the side of the beautiful woman, just face to face with the pretty girl.
Wang Manmeng is Hong Chou's mistress. Normally, no one dares to flirt with her. Previously, Guqiu just looked like someone who has read a book. When entering the city, Hong Chou often wears small shoes. Now this skinny man is an exception. I guess
I feel that even if my mistress is not picky about food, she will not eat like this.
The charcoal exploded in the brazier, making a sound like a firecracker. Occasionally, sparks would fly and hit the man's trouser legs several times. The skinny man seemed to be worried that the sparks would burn through his trouser legs, so he would always slap him a few times.
Cui Dongshan bent down and picked up a piece of charcoal from the edge of the brazier, crushed it lightly, and said with a smile: "It's white charcoal, it's much more expensive than ordinary black charcoal. Sister Manmeng, you can do it. You are so particular about your life?"
Wang Manmeng raised his chin, glanced sideways at the man sitting opposite Cui Dongshan, and smiled charmingly, "How do I know about white charcoal and black charcoal? It is Qian Houer's unique craft. He has no serious skills. He works as a cook in the kitchen, chopping wood and burning charcoal.
, he is a good hand at digging the ground with a hoe and building wooden carts."
The man, who was as thin as a bamboo stick, was leaning forward, with his head lowered, stretching out his hands to warm himself by the fire. He was looking at the beautiful woman's embroidered shoes from the corner of his eye. His throat moved slightly and he swallowed. He was really greedy.
Wang Manmeng's skin is so white that she can squeeze out water. Her feet, which are wearing embroidered shoes and not exposed to the sun all year round, are whiter and tenderer. Gu Qiu, who used to help her pour water for washing her feet, is really a blessing...
At this moment, he raised his head after hearing this, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Cui has a good eye. It is indeed white charcoal, not comparable to black charcoal. It can withstand burning, does not smoke, and does not choke. Of course, good things cost money. Ordinary people's homes do
I can’t afford this kind of white charcoal.”
Cui Dongshan took off a pair of boots that were soaked in snow water, apologized, then carried one in each hand, turned the boots over to warm the fire, and asked with a smile: "How much silver can a hundred pounds of charcoal cost in your hometown?"
Qian Houer smiled and said: "My hometown is close to the mountains. There are several kinds of hardwoods on the mountains, which are very suitable for burning white charcoal. They are quite famous. It is recorded in the government records. The mouth of the kiln that burns charcoal is called Qingli.
Kiln, as for how the name came about, there is an explanation. There was a Carp Goddess Temple at the foot of a mountain and by a river. Later, when I was far away from home, I found out that it was called the Temple of Obscenity. The name was weird, and I didn’t know who the imperial court and the scholars were.
No matter what I think, I won’t change my opinion. Before I left my hometown, I remembered that the incense at the Liyu Empress Temple was always very good. When I was a child, I often burned incense and burned it too much. If we encounter heavy snow weather like today,
The weather is freezing and the price has gone up as God has given me some food. It can be sold for two, two, four, five cents in silver. If I have some connections with the accountants and concierges of wealthy people in the prefectures and counties, the price can be doubled.
Brother Cui, at first glance, he is a wealthy man from our family, and he is also a Taoist god on the mountain. How do you know the market price of the charcoal business?"
Wang Manmeng actually wanted to interrupt several times, but seeing that the young man in white listened attentively and patiently, he waited for Qian Houer to finish talking, then complained with a smile: "Cui Lang is just asking you for a price, you are talking nonsense like this."
Why do you have to do so much? If the horse urinates too much, it will lead to more saliva?"
The skinny man had a sullen look on his face. In fact, this Jianghu man nicknamed Qian Houer usually doesn't talk much and has no choice. He is just a martial artist of the Three Realms who knows martial arts skills. His voice can be as loud as possible. He only talks about burning charcoal.
This craft is related to my hometown. Fortunately, I finally met someone who knew the stuff. The man couldn't help himself for a while and couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband has burned charcoal before. He is an expert. I just listened to it a few times. If my husband were here, I would definitely chat with you more."
Cui Dongshan asked casually: "How long have you been here and how much money have you earned?"
Wang Manmengjiao said: "Returning to Cui Lang, I came to the city at the beginning of summer last year, and more than half a year passed in a blink of an eye. As for how much I earned, I won't talk about it unless the wealth is exposed. It's hard to say that I came back with a full load. Anyway, my hard work is not in vain.
After a trip, life is always much easier than working as a pawn for the courts of various countries. I have had a rare good year. Is Cui Lang interested in traveling with us? Hong Chou has a friend.
The brother-in-law, who has some connections with military generals, is very well-informed. At the end of last year, he sent word that the Dayuan Dynasty would not be able to take care of these ghost towns that had been drained of their oil and water in the past two or three years. The emperor was too busy.
Very cool."
At the end of last winter, before they met Zhong Kui and Gu Su, they had actually calculated well. According to Guqiu's valuation, they had already earned almost exactly one grain rain coin. When divided evenly, it was almost ten snow coins per person. They just followed the agreement.
According to the customary rules of the road, this is not how the accounts are calculated. The real bosses are Hong Chou, who claims to be a martial artist in the fifth realm, but is actually in the sixth realm, and Wang Manmeng, who claims to be in the Guanhai realm, but is actually in the cave realm. The dew of these two actions
Yuanyang, the two of them divided almost 40%, but this team was put together by the two of them, and no one dared to object. After all, Hong Chou's knife, even the evil ghost floating around.
If you can kill, it's not difficult to kill a few living people. If you don't take advantage of others, you are already very ethical. After that, they seemed to have good luck, and they actually earned another seven or eight small sums of money. Now the two groups of people are watching Wang Manmeng and
What happened to Hong Chou?
Cui Dongshan asked with a smile: "If you come to a place like this to make money with your life, no one will die?"
Wang Manmeng smiled and said: "No, I'm really lucky. As expected, the first thing I did when I entered the city was to go to the City God's Temple to burn incense and make a wish. Qian Hou'er was also very skilled and helped burn two large dustpans of paper money."
Qian Hou'er was so praised that his whole bones seemed to be a few taels lighter, and he sat there with a grin on his face.
It is indeed rare for twelve people to enter the city together without any danger, not to mention making a lot of money, and everyone has a beard and tail, and no one is missing an arm or a leg. Colleagues in other cities are not so lucky.
Well, there were dozens of ghost towns in the old Dayuan Dynasty, large and small. The imperial court had held water and land rituals in the past. After each fasting ceremony, it was of no practical use at all. The vicious ghosts were still running rampant. Later, as the New Year approached,
After a while, it calmed down a bit. It was probably because they were paired up like this, led by a few Shanze wild cultivators who knew some mountain magic, and gathered a group of warriors from the martial arts world. Together, the wild dogs dug for food, and some of the food leaked from the fingernails of the imperial officers and soldiers.
In the autumn and winter of last year, news often spread that in those states and counties, people died suddenly from time to time, or were even possessed by ghosts, or suffered nightmares, and suddenly started killing each other until the day came.
As soon as it lit up, there were corpses all over the ground. It was rumored that there was a ghost town where there had been a fierce war. The yin energy was so strong that a group of earthly immortals and ghosts emerged, gathering thousands of yin soldiers in the surrounding area. Hong Chou
I was very worried at that time, and I had the idea of evacuating the city. I was just worried that the golden elixir ghosts and immortals were going south, and the Yin soldiers crossing the border was no joke. But for some reason, as the New Year was approaching, everyone
The ghost town seemed to have clearly defined boundaries. There were no longer any signs of hordes of wild ghosts every night, as if there were signs of heroic ghost generals mobilizing their troops. On the night of New Year's Eve, in the middle of the night, there was another big commotion.
In the field, Guqiu actually did not hesitate to violate the prohibition and risk being held accountable by the Dayuan court and even the Confucian academy. He put on an official robe of the City God for the first time and sat in the City God's temple. After that, all the ghosts seemed to
Then everything disappeared. Qian Houer swore that it was God who opened his eyes and collected those lonely ghosts and gave them a home. He paved a road to the underworld in the world, and the ghosts walked across the Naihe Bridge and drank.
After drinking Meng Po Tang, you can be reincarnated.
Wang Manmeng was an out-and-out qi practitioner. What she saw and knew was nothing comparable to what Qian Houer heard from a few old folk sayings, but she was also confused. At that time, she noticed a strange phenomenon in the sky and earth, and hurriedly rushed to the top of the city.
, I just feel as if there is an indescribable "weather" in the whole world. It is not the vision of the mountains and rivers where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers that Qi practitioners dream of. Wang Manmeng has made a special trip to see it from a distance in his life.
Passing a long-admired fairy mountain, near the sect called "Taiping Mountain", the woman had seen a similar scene, but it seemed far less magnificent than that night. Late at night,
Wang Manmeng stood alone on the top of the city. When she looked at the dots of "lights", they slowly gathered together and left the ghost town in groups. It was vaguely visible that there was a scribe wearing an official robe in the group.
, the armored soldiers, after their death, seemed to be still maintaining order on the last journey of the Yinming Mountains and Waters Road. In the team, there was the pale but smiling child, led by the elders, and the helper on the top of the city.
The women who collected the corpses and built the righteous village bent down to express their thanks... The woman on the top of the city was stunned. After coming back to her senses, she stretched out her thumb and wiped her face. In that moment, for no reason, she remembered a sentence she had never heard from before.
If words are not meant to be true, the righteousness of heaven and earth will last forever.
But this idea faded away when she got off the city wall, and disappeared completely after dawn. What the woman thought about was her own way out in the future.
Wang Manmeng looked at the young man in white who put his boots next to the brazier and started to bake a pair of snow-white socks with his nose, and asked charmingly: "Cui Lang, what do you do? It seems that you are a genealogical monk from which new mountain.
You are traveling down the mountain here alone, and the elders of the master's sect will not follow you to help protect the road?"
It's not like the monks who serve in the New Dayuan court. They have no airs. To put it simply, the way they look at others is really looking at them.
Wang Manmeng, as a casual cultivator from an expelled sect, has been wandering around for half a hundred years, so he still has a lot of this kind of eyesight.
The boy in white clothes pinched his nose with one hand, shook two satin socks with the other hand, and said with a smile: "I am now the master of a sect."
Wang Manmeng covered her mouth with one hand and smiled sweetly, then patted the boy's arm gently, "Cui Lang really loves to joke."
A young and strong swordsman stood beside the brazier and said with a smile: "Sect master? Why not just become the leader?"
It has always been a rule that the sects at the foot of the mountain do not call themselves sects, and the immortal mansions on the mountains do not call themselves religions. However, relatively speaking, the restrictions on the former are much looser. If a Jianghu sect really wants to call itself a certain sect, as long as the local court does not interfere, it is not too big.
Big things.
If this person named Cui is not joking, since he is the "sect leader", it must not be the Immortal Mansion on the mountain. After all, there are only a few sects in Tongyezhou now?
I never thought that this pretty boy, at such a young age, was also a gangster.
Everyone is an experienced martial artist. As soon as he heard that the young man was not a fairy master on the mountain, the atmosphere immediately became warm. No matter how restrained he was, as for whether this guy's words were just a cover-up, he was just a qi practitioner pretending to be a martial artist. It doesn't matter. The sky is falling.
Now, with Wang Manmeng and her concubine on their side, they can't stand it. Why don't they have Guqiu, the candidate city god, who can clean up the mess? It's just that in this city, they are still very confident.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I almost became the deputy leader."
Qian Hou'er finally found someone who was more capable than himself, and he couldn't bear to laugh at him.
Cui Dongshan continued: "At the top of my mountain, we don't have many manpower at the moment, and we are in charge of less than 10,000 genealogy monks."
Wang Manmeng laughed heartily. It would be a pity for Cui Lang not to work as a storyteller in a restaurant.
Qian Houer smiled and stretched his neck to look at the heavy scenery on the woman's chest.
"Cui Lang, do you think my sister can go to your place and be the chief worshipper? In charge of the Patriarch's Law, or in charge of money. My sister is good at living, but she knows how to plan carefully."
Cui Dongshan rubbed his chin and said with a serious expression: "Then my sister will have to ask an Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator, Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator, and Ninth Realm Martial Artist respectively if they agree to make room for my sister."
Everyone looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
If he is really a genealogy monk on the mountain, he will admit it. Such words are not very interesting.
The premise is that he is not that kind of eccentric genealogy monk with a small belly who likes to joke, but he will never allow others to make fun of him. He is chatting and laughing one moment, but will turn his back on others the next moment.
Cui Dongshan suddenly asked: "Sister, you really want to confirm whether I am a genealogy monk? Why, do you have a grudge against the gods on the mountain? Or is it the kind of sworn hatred where both sides have to lie down when they meet?"
Wang Manmeng smiled from ear to ear and reached out to cover the mountains that were about to come out. Because she likes to wear night clothes, the mountains have clear outlines, tall and straight, with two peaks facing each other, so they look particularly menacing. She rubbed her heart and said
: "Cui Lang's guess makes no sense. Cui Lang is so suspicious, just like us, Shanze Yexiu."
Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I just asked casually. I must have misunderstood my sister. I always feel murderous."
The slim and beautiful woman bit her lip and said, "Sister, how dare you kill someone? You are helpless and will only be bullied."
Cui Dongshan laughed it off and put on his socks and boots again. Damn it, if my husband hadn't been eating hot pot nearby, let's see how compatible I am with you as a guest and host.
One person got the tip from this side of the house and quickly came to the house after hearing the news.
He is a burly man wearing armor, carrying a sword on his waist, and his face is covered with scars. In the words of Fatty Gusu, his appearance wards off evil spirits and can scare people and ghosts when walking at night.
It is Hong Chou, a secretive six-level martial artist. In today's Tongye Continent, with this level of martial arts, it is not difficult to find a powerful military general in the courts of various countries, or to give it to those generals who have great turmoil.
Xianggongqing, it is even easier to be a family guest who protects the safety of the family home.
Hong Chou stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the knife, and walked forward in long strides, stepping on the snow on the road, making a rustling sound that could be clearly heard in the windy and snowy night.
Looking inside the room, Hong Chou's face was gloomy. He walked away from Guqiu, who had already disowned them, and then came another unknown young man in white.
This made Hong Chou extremely depressed. You, my mother-in-law, really don’t know how to live or die. How can you, a cave cultivator, easily provoke the genealogy monks on the mountain?
Qian Houer quickly got up and squeezed to the side of the brazier.
Hong Chou sat on the chair, took off the knife from his waist, held the knife with both hands, and asked with narrowed eyes: "Little brother, where are you hanging out?"
Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves, rubbed his palms together, took a breath, and said with a smile: "There is a mountain not far from here called Xiandu Mountain. There are not many people on the mountain now, so I have to think about it.
We're recruiting troops. You've already met my husband."
Hong Chou frowned and said, "Which one?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband is currently in Miss Xiaofang's yard, drinking and eating hot pot with a senior martial artist."
Wang Manmeng suddenly realized it, and said with a sweet smile: "It's that young man in a blue shirt, long coat and cloth shoes. He is refreshing and bookish. At first glance, he is not the same as us."
The beautiful woman pointed at the ceiling, "It seemed like he came from the sky at the time. You told me afterwards that this person just looked young. He was probably a terrestrial god with good looks and good looks. He couldn't be offended. If he wasn't a golden elixir,
, he is a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm. Anyway, he must be a tough guy with one of the two golds."
Hong Chou's arrogance suddenly dropped. At that time, the guy suddenly appeared. Hong Chou, who was sitting on the chair, did not dare to draw his sword out of its sheath.
Hong Chou frowned and asked, "Is your husband a pure martial artist?"
Cui Dongshan chuckled and said: "My husband is of course a pure martial artist, but he has always regarded himself as a swordsman."
Hong Chou asked tentatively: "Which realm is it? Golden Body Realm?"
I didn't expect the other party to give an answer.
Seeing the young man in white stretch out his hand, Hong Chou asked curiously: "What does this mean?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband is a martial artist, how about you give me a few summer coins as a reward?"
Hong Chou laughed dumbly, maybe there was something wrong with his brain.
It seems that God is still very fair. He has given me a good skin and a head that I cannot carry.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Then let's change the gambling method. You can guess my husband's realm three times. The first time is spent with a piece of snow, the second time with Xiaoshu money, and the third time with Guyu money. If you guess
If you guess correctly, I will double it for you. As long as you nod and agree, I will immediately sell the iron, take out six fairy coins, and give them to Wang Manmeng for safekeeping."
Hong Chou sneered and said, "Did you learn this gambling skill from Qian Hou'er?"
Cui Dongshan said: "I can write the answer on a piece of paper in advance and give it to Wang Manmeng for safekeeping. Brother Hong, is it a business that is sure to make money without losing money? Do you want to gamble or not? Do you dare to make a lot of money?"
Hong Chou said: "If you randomly write down one realm and two realms, can I guess the answer?"
Cui Dongshan shook his head, "After Wang Manmeng reads the answer on the paper, I allow her to give you two winks. One is to remind you whether you want to bet, and the other is to hint whether my answer is reliable."
"Of course you have to agree in advance. You two are not allowed to speak from your heart or form a line. Well, let's change the bet method to a more beneficial one for Brother Hong. You can decide the order of the three bets and what kind of magic money you use.
The only requirement for the order is that when we go to the gambling table, we must finish the three bets. Forget it, if you feel that betting on a grain rain coin is not in line with the pleasure of small gambling, you can only bet twice."
Money Monkey thinks it’s okay to gamble.
Golden Body Realm, Far Traveling Realm, Mountain Top Realm, come one by one, you can always get it once.
There are only so many martial arts realms among martial artists in the world, except for the minor masters of the sixth realm and the so-called great masters of the third realm of refining gods.
But Hong Chou was a little embarrassed, because he knew that there was a legendary end above the mountain top.
The young man in green shirt was definitely not a warrior of the Sixth Realm. Hong Chou was extremely sure of this. Since the other party was able to "fall from the sky", he was either a warrior of the Golden Body Realm who had jumped from far away in the city, or he could travel far away.
If you are in the Ascension Realm, then you have to bet on four possibilities with three kinds of fairy money. If there is no limit, it is actually a bet that can guarantee a profit without losing any money.
For example, Hong Chou could first spend a piece of snow to bet on whether the boy's husband is in the mountain top realm, and then use Xiaoshu money to bet on the golden body realm.
If you win, it's just a small gamble and you can earn a piece of snow for free, so why not do it.
Because deep down in Hong Chou's heart, he felt that the young-looking green-shirted guest might be a great master of the Far Traveling Realm.
Hong Chou smiled and said, "It's a gamble!"
Cui Dongshan took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and shook it vigorously, "Qian Houer, hurry up and serve me with pen and ink! Brother Cui has made money, and I will give you a piece of snow."
Qian Houer hurriedly got up and went to the house where he was temporarily staying to get pen and ink, saying "No need to use it."
The boy in white clothes said in surprise: "Ah, no need? Forget it. By the way, remember to help dip in the ink."
Qian Hou'er's expression was stiff and he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.
Cui Dongshan took out six fairy coins from his sleeve and clenched them tightly, "Sister, this is my entire property, be sure to hold on to it!"
Hong Chou narrowed his eyes, this guy really has two Guyu coins!
Wang Manmeng stretched out her fair and tender palms and said, "Sister, you can take care of the money, so you can rest assured."
The young man in white finally let go of his hand.
Wang Manmeng took the fairy money in his hand and cursed endlessly, the godly genealogy master is really rich!
When you are alone and out, you can casually take out two Guyu coins. This is terrible.
It's Guyu money. One piece is equivalent to a thousand snow money!
Qian Houer brought a bamboo tube dipped in ink, the kind with inscriptions, which was the least valuable thing in the city. It was scattered everywhere in various houses. Over the past six months, he had collected it together, and there were hundreds of them.
too much.
The young man in white turned his back and curled up. After writing a few words, he crumpled the white paper into a ball, held it in his hand, and handed it to Wang Manmeng. He reminded: "When my sister spreads out the paper, remember to learn
I turned around, but I didn’t want Brother Hong to look at me."
Afterwards, as agreed, Wang Manmeng turned her back first, carefully unfolded the paper, and saw the content on it. She was stunned, took a deep breath, and then kneaded it into a ball again. Facing Hong Chou, she looked strange, winked, and then
Nod.
He signaled to Hong Chou that he could bet that the young man did not write blindly.
The young man in white suddenly gave a soft drink, his eyes were sad, and he said with great grievance: "My good sister, if you keep turning your elbows outward like this, you will hurt people's hearts."
Wang Manmeng looked embarrassed and had no choice but to put away a small movement that he thought was subtle and imperceptible.
If she loses the bet, if Hong Chou turns his back and refuses to admit his mistake, she will be in trouble.
If Hong Chou becomes interested in wealth, he will definitely not sit idly by with the ancient hill that is almost equivalent to the city god of a state, and the female ghost Xiao Fang. Hong Chou is a six-level martial artist, and of course he would not dare to commit murder and kill Cui.
All the six fairy coins given by Dongshan were stolen. Not to mention Mr. Cui Dongshan, just the old man who claimed to be from Aquarius Continent was not easy. So even if Hong Chou made a big fuss, he would at most ask for three dollars back.
Fairy money?
To be honest, after the night trials at the City God's Temple, Wang Manmeng, a group of desperadoes, really didn't dare to do things so freely.
The young man in white suddenly looked at Qian Hou'er and the other four, and said with a smile: "You can all bet, twice or three times, and spend money with snow, how about that?"
Qian Hou'er was not interested and smiled and said nothing, but the others were eager to give it a try, but Hong Chou turned around and gave him a cold look, and then they all stopped.
Then Hong Chou took out a piece of snow money and threw it to Cui Dongshan.
The boy in white clothes held the snow money with both hands, raised it high above his head, and began to mutter something, presumably praying for God's blessing?
Hong Chou said in a deep voice: "Golden Body Realm."
Cui Dongshan's face was full of horror.
Hong Chou was stunned for a moment. He guessed the realm right now and won?
Wang Manmeng subconsciously couldn't help but want to express something, but found that the boy in white was already staring at her, so she could only shake her head with a straight face, "It's not the golden body state."
Hong Chou took out another Xiaoshu coin that he had treasured for many years. He no longer threw it to the young man casually and handed it over to him.
Cui Dongshan rubbed the Xiaoshu money with his hands and laughed, "I've made a profit."
Then he twisted the little summer coin between his fingers, raised it high, and shook it back and forth, "Tsk, tsk, this is the first time I see a small summer coin. I'm so happy."
Qian Hou'er and the others are speechless. None of you are so open-minded and telling lies.
Hong Chou's forehead was dripping with sweat as he said, "The realm of ascension."
Cui Dongshan lifted up a snow-white sleeve, threw the Xiaoshu money inside, and said with a playful smile: "Put it in the bag, and I'll keep it safe."
Wang Manmeng sighed and said: "It's not the Far Traveling Realm."
Hong Chou stared at her with a vague expression of anger. Damn it, could it be that this woman teamed up with an outsider to deceive him?
Wang Manmeng was furious and rolled his eyes.
Cui Dongshan crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Brother Hong, do you want to bet for the third time? You can make a lot of money by gambling. We are gamblers who are eager to make money. If you don't have a ruthless heart, you won't succeed. If you give it a try, how many acres of house will you have?"
Change the mountain!"
Hong Chou said: "I don't have Guyu money with me."
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "You don't have to give it right away. You owe it first. I will check the accounts tomorrow morning. Brother Hong can borrow money from my sister and the others. Let's put it together and convert it into a Grain Rain coin. It's just a small thing."
Hong Chou suddenly fell into a dilemma. If he lost, his work for the past six months would be completely in vain. But what if he won?
The young man in white crossed his legs, stepped on the edge of the brazier with his boots, raised and lowered them, "Sister, pick out those two Grain Rain coins, they will go into Brother Hong's pocket soon."
Hong Chou suddenly stood up, snorted coldly, and strode away.
Qian Hou'er and others were stunned on the spot. Isn't it just the mountaintop realm? They didn't dare to bet on it? Did Hong Chou's brain get caught by the door panel on the way here?
Everyone noticed that as soon as Hong Chou crossed the threshold, the young man in white was sweating profusely. He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat there, explaining: "It's hot, the weather is a bit hot."
Hong Chou paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then strode out of the house.
After retrieving the paper ball and six fairy coins from Wang Manmeng, the young man in white said earnestly: "Brothers, listen to my advice, bet big and small, win and lose, it's all money coming in and out, and you can't keep it.
, just for fun. Of course, if side money comes into your home and you are willing to give it out through the front door, it is a good thing. It is said that good money is hard to part with. Those who can give up good money and go out are accumulating the ancestral blessings of the family.
Reported."
Wang Manmeng couldn't listen to these worthless and empty truths, and was very annoyed, but his face was still charming, "Cui Lang is good at gambling."
Cui Dongshan praised: "This Hong Chou still has some determination."
Wang Man Mengxiao asked: "Wealth and silk move people's hearts, aren't they afraid of Hong Chou?"
Cui Dongshan said: "I'm not afraid of ghosts. I'm afraid of what people do."
Wang Manmeng smiled.
Qian Hou'er ran outside the door, squatted on the steps, shook his wrist and gently dropped the brush a few times, then shook out several ink marks in the snow, wiped it back and forth on the snow, and then pinched the tip of the brush with two fingers.
, squeeze out the ink, just like "washing the pen".
Qian Hou'er returned to his room, took out the fire stick, lit an oil lamp on the table, and gently hung the cleaned brush on the pen holder.
Suddenly, I noticed that on the other side of the door, like a ghost, the young man in white came here quietly, leaning against the door, holding his hands in his sleeves, looking at him with a smile.
Qian Houer's heart tightened, maybe he was picking on the weak and robbing his family.
Cui Dongshan stretched out his sleeve, flicked a snowflake bullet to Qian Hou'er, and said with a smile: "It's not hot, just take it. It's enough for you to buy a bunch of pens to wash."
Qian Hou'er was confused for a moment, clutching the snow money that was actually very hot, not knowing what to do. Accept it, and the news would be leaked afterwards. It would be easy for Hong Chou to take revenge. If he doesn't accept it, it seems like this is the case.
Just sad.
Cui Dongshan walked into the house and found a booklet on the table. He picked it up and looked at it, and was happy.
It turned out that Qian Houer used charcoal to draw more than a hundred styles of tables, chairs, stools, flower tables, beams, columns and arches.
I guess it was in this ghost town that I opened my eyes and gained knowledge. Qian Houer took some time off from his busy work and came up with such a "book".
Cui Dongshan turned over a few pages and said with a smile: "With this craft, people will never die of hunger. Why do you think that if you are lucky enough to come here and don't encounter evil spirits, you are just a master of the world,"
Qian Hou'er pulled out some vitriol and said, "A horse will not gain weight without a night of grass. It is said in the book that wealth can only be found in danger. You can make a living by craftsmanship. How much money can you make throughout the year? The money comes in too slowly and you can't get ahead."
Cui Dongshan turned the pages of the book, "They only make money, you are the only one who makes a living."
Money Monkey was confused when he heard this. What's the difference? How can he survive without money in his pocket?
Cui Dongshan raised his head and said with a smile: "Qianhouer, do you want to go hang out on the hilltop of my house? I dare not say that I am rich and powerful, it is better than wandering in these ghost towns day and night, tying my head to my belt to earn money for my life, with no guarantee of survival, too
It’s hard work. Besides, if you save money, you can spend it on anyone.”
Qian Hou'er didn't think much about it. After thinking about these words for a while, he grinned and said without hesitation: "Forget it, I've been used to wandering outside all my life. It's dangerous, but it's more comfortable."
If you want me to stay in one place and enjoy my happiness, forget it."
How you live some days is something you can't even imagine.
This time, whether Hong Chou and Wang Manmeng parted ways and split into two mountains, or everyone just dispersed, as long as he sat on the ground and divided the accounts, he could probably get ten pieces of snow money, which is a hundred thousand taels of snow money. If
Use scissors to cut silver into pieces and put it in a dustpan. I sit on the roof and scatter it outside. It will make a light snow fall. What's more, according to Wang Manmeng, the courts of all countries are in urgent need of fairy money now.
Real money and silver all come with a considerable premium.
Cui Dongshan moved an old official's chair and sat down, crossing his legs. This made Qian Hou'er even more worried. What's going on?
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Now my mountain is very short of manpower. If you go there, you will be useful. Your monthly salary is one piece of snow money, how about it? The one just now can be used as a deposit."
Before my husband has returned to Luopo Mountain, I have to quickly grab a few strong men back. First, I will become familiar with my husband. In the future, my husband will go into seclusion, travel far away, return to his hometown, and then come to the Qingping Sword Sect. The current "newcomers" will be
Naturally, he became an unfamiliar old person. When he met his husband, he would definitely be willing to chat a few more words. Because Cui Dongshan knew very well that his husband was not only with Xiandu Mountain, but even if it was like a closed mountain now, the ban would be lifted in the future.
Luolu Mountain, especially in the next hundred or hundreds of years, there may not be so many newcomers who will go up to the mountain to practice martial arts and practice martial arts. What's more, the money monkey in front of me is a charcoal maker in his hometown.
, the serious kiln workers of Qingli Kiln, are they naturally close to the teacher?
Qian Houer sneered and said, "Master Cui Xian, please stop being funny."
A third-level warrior, apart from doing some odd jobs, what else can he do besides being a scapegoat for others.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will save you from being suspicious. Anyway, when you figure it out on your own one day, or encounter a hurdle that you can't overcome, go to a place called Xiandu Mountain to find me. The gate archway says Qing
Pingjian Sect, you must recognize these words. Xiandu Mountain is not far from here. Go all the way south and there is a Xianjia Ferry called Qingshan Ferry. Just pay more attention to Shanshui Di News in the future."
Qian Houer still felt baffled when the boy in white left the house.
Cui Dongshan returned to the lobby and sat at the original place of the brazier. The others next door had gone back to their rooms to sleep. Only Wang Manmeng was left sitting there waiting.
She asked with a smile: "Cui Lang, is your husband really a great master at the top of the mountain?"
"no."
Wang Manmeng rolled her eyes charmingly, "You're still lying to ghosts."
Why doesn't Hong Chou dare to gamble?
Wang Manmeng felt that if it were him, he would definitely make the last bet.
Why not choose one between the mountain top realm and the martial artist at the end?
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Actually, my husband's realm is that limit, but I think it's hard for Brother Hong to earn money, and it's extremely rare front-end money. According to seniority, he is still half of my brother-in-law. He works in the city.
After so many good things, I planned to give him some money to spend, but he didn’t appreciate it and insisted on giving money to my half-brother-in-law. What can I do?”
In fact, Wang Manmeng didn't bother to guess the true realm of the man in blue. Regardless of whether he was in the realm of refining gods, he was a person in the world that he couldn't reach even if he stepped on a ladder.
Don't provoke them, don't cling to them, just keep them at a respectful distance.
If it weren't for the fact that the young man in white clothes in front of him refused to leave, Wang Manmeng would not be willing to stay by this person's side, carefully studying his every word, even every expression and look in his eyes.
Didn’t Hong Chou suffer a lot?
"Do you know why Hong Chou doesn't dare to gamble?"
"How to say?"
"Because Hong Chou, like you, doesn't believe that good people will be rewarded."
Wang Manmeng smiled bitterly, "Maybe."
Cui Dongshan turned around and looked at the heavy snowfall falling in the courtyard, and the snow was getting thicker. "Maybe I believed it once, but then I stopped believing it."
After a moment of silence, Cui Dongshan continued: "There is no way. It seems that in this world, the more people believe that good people will be rewarded, they will never live a good life. They are either bad people or poor people. It's like giving up Yangguan Avenue,
I had no choice but to walk on the single-plank bridge by myself. I worked hard to save some money and paid it back. In the end, I only saved a lot of bitterness, and I was unwilling to tell my relatives, friends, and juniors around me."
I originally thought that the other party would not have back pain if he stood and talked.
After hearing these last words, Wang Manmeng straightened his brows, forced out a smile, and said softly: "Who says it's not the case?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The person who hates Immortal Genealogy Master the most is not necessarily Shanze Yexiu, but often Immortal Genealogy Master, because the former has long figured out a way to get along with each other, while the latter has not."
Wang Manmeng laughed at himself, "Cui Dongshan, don't test me. Although I don't know why you are so haunted and clinging to us ants, but to be honest, I really don't think we are worthless waste like duckweeds.
This kind of people waste time. Is two Grain Rain coins a lot? For us, of course it is a lot. A dozen or so people have worked hard for more than half a year to earn so much. Like those money monkeys, they may still be in this life.
It’s the first time I’ve seen Guyu coins, but to you, two or even twenty Guyu coins are nothing.”
"Qian Hou'er, it's either impossible or it's the first time they see Guyu Money. Because unlike you and Hong Chou, when they see Guyu Money, their first impression is not that they wonder why I can take out Guyu Money."
, but I am confused, guessing whether the third kind of fairy money is real."
Cui Dongshan lowered his head, spread out his palms, and approached the charcoal fire, "You just said 'people like you', what do you mean? Why do you think I am not the same kind of person as you?"
Wang Manmeng said: "I can't tell you the specific reason, I just feel that way."
Cui Dongshan asked: "What do you think my husband is, is he the same person as you?"
Wang Manmeng said helplessly: "Is it possible?"
Cui Dongshan remained silent. The light of the charcoal fire made his handsome face become whiter and whiter. He gently turned his palms to warm the fire, with his palms facing up.
Wang Manmeng asked: "How do you know that I once had a genealogical identity?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Because you are like a half-hanged ghost. You can't untie the rope around your neck. You can't touch the beams with your hands. You can't touch the ground with your feet. You're not dead yet and you can't survive. You can't get up or get down. Look.
Pitiful."
Wang Manmeng smiled and said: "How come you are pitiful? Why don't I feel pitiful myself?"
Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands and said: "The only ones who have no strength to feel sorry for themselves are the ones who are pitiful. They have no choice but to do anything. What else can they do? That's it."
Wang Manmeng was silent, imitating the young man in white, bowing his head and bending over, getting close to the brazier, rubbing his hands to keep warm.
Some books are too bitter to be read.
Wang Manmeng was born in a small country in the north of Tongye Continent. The suzerain country was the behemoth Yu Dynasty. It was once a well-deserved powerful country in the north of Tongye Continent. Now that the country has been restored to Zuo, although it has greatly damaged its vitality, it is still a skinny camel bigger than a horse.
.
Her sect is a low-ranking mountain sect in Tongyezhou. It is not even considered heresy. It is said to be a crooked sect. It is not aggrieved at all. It is just covered with a bright and beautiful coat. In the vassal state of the Yu Dynasty,
It can also dominate and bring blessings. In addition, many seniors and sisters of the same generation are the wives and concubines of the princes of the country. In addition to the head of the sect, who is an old immortal in the Dragon Gate realm, it is said that there is also an ancestor of Jindan who has been in seclusion for many years.
Mountain Gate, so when she first went up the mountain, she was very longing for it and full of pride.
However, the sect she belonged to was mostly composed of female cultivators, and the skills taught by their seniors included Fangzhongshu. There were not many serious Taoist books, but there were a lot of erotic pictures.
Many girls who clearly have no qualifications to practice will be accepted as long as they are good-looking and beautiful.
It is said that the real backer of his sect is the Qingzhuan sect of the Yu Dynasty who is the leader of the immortal family on the mountain. One of the people who manages money is a woman named Miao Yu. It is also said that she is the top leader of the Qingshuan sect.
A half-Taoist monk with no status, Miao Yu holds financial power, which is almost as good as the Minister of Household Affairs of the Yu Dynasty.
Some people, after going through ups and downs, can always make a turn for the better.
But some lives are like a ship stranded, and the waterway is like a thin line. You can't advance or retreat, and you are standing still trying to fight against the wall.
It seems that if you make too many mistakes and make too many mistakes, you can only break the pot. Just like what the young man in white in front of me said, it is nothing more than "that's it".
She once stood side by side in a fairy mansion at the ferry of the Immortal Family with several fellow disciples and a group of female cultivators from another fairy house. She was pulled up by a group of arrogant-looking Immortal Masters who were well-dressed and well-fed.
The disciples of the family pointed at them, and the one sleeping was the fairy, the female nun on the mountain.
She has long been numb to this.
Cave Mansion Realm, as long as you enter the Dongfu Realm, you can escape from the sea of suffering.
But until the shocking incident that caused a continent to sink came, Wang Manmeng had never entered the cave realm. She was different from those ancestors who were as panicked as a lost dog. She felt nothing, and even felt a bit relieved. She
She didn't want to follow her fellow disciples and take refuge in the Qingzhuan sect, so she found an opportunity and left as soon as possible. Whenever she could take care of her, she was busy finding opportunities for high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the Yu Dynasty, and climbed onto the beds of wealthy family heads and children of aristocratic families.
On that escape route, the sect's reputation was completely ruined. Anyway, it wasn't until the disaster came that Wang Manmeng realized that his sect actually had no golden elixir master at all.
In Wang Manmeng's view, as a woman, the real way to live is probably a woman like Huang Ting of Taipingshan.
And Yao Jinzhi, the empress of the Daquan Dynasty, was not bad either. She was able to usurp the throne and become the emperor herself.
Cui Dongshan looked at her and smiled: "Do you want to see Huang Ting and Yao Jinzhi with your own eyes in the future and see how they live up close?"
Wang Manmeng came back to his senses, was horrified, turned pale and said tremblingly: "How do you know what I am thinking?!"
It obviously aroused the biggest haze in the woman's heart. These "deep family knowledge" genealogy monks played with people's hearts and abused them, which really made her feel lingering fear.
Furthermore, a monk who can listen to the voices of others must have started out as the legendary Earth Immortal.
Cui Dongshan said: "In fact, you also know that the genealogy monks on the mountain are not all vicious and cruel people. They are just like Hong Chou. After losing two bets, you don't dare to bet a third time. Your first small
The bet was a bet that my preacher would not leave you alone. If I lost the bet, the second bet was my own mind, means, and status as a female nun. I would only accept humiliation and survive for the time being. I believe that there will always be an improvement in the situation.
One day, I still lost. Without any hope, I had to accept my fate."
Cui Dongshan put his hands on his sleeves and said, "There are some things that I would never dare to say to my husband, but with you, there are no taboos."
Cui Dongshan pointed to the heavy snow outside, "Since ancient times, the heavy snow in the middle of winter could not freeze to death even half the rich people. However, the catastrophe a few years ago in which the emperors, generals, dignitaries and genealogy masters were all spared was different. Good people.
The bad guys, the rich and the poor, all suffered, but at least they froze to death. Many people who should have died long ago, but in our opinion, there will be no reward for evil and 'God will not take it'."
"That's right, there are still many people who, in the eyes of the casual cultivator Wang Manmeng, die after enjoying all the blessings. They have committed evil in the world of the world in this life, and even if they die, no matter how they die, it seems that they will not suffer any loss. So you still
I feel a bit frustrated and not happy enough.”
"Don't worry too much. When you get down there, they will make you miserable every day. When it comes to repaying debts, you will always get bad retribution."
Wang Manmeng pursed her lips.
A person who shows his indifference on his face every day may be the one who really cares.
Just like Wang Manmeng sincerely admired the Taiping Mountains and traveled there, but did not dare to go to the entrance of the Taiping Mountains.
It seemed that when she glanced at the three words "Taipingshan" on the mountain gate archway, it was a blasphemy against Taipingshan.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I'm not familiar with Taiping Mountain, but my husband and the new mountain leader Huang Ting are very good friends. Of course, don't get me wrong. It's not the kind of relationship between men and women you think. Alas, you really have to change it in the future.
, don’t rely on everything in the world to be about men and women. Now my husband is still a registered worshiper at Taiping Mountain, so if you are willing to go to Taiping Mountain to practice, I can ask him to help introduce you to Huang Ting. Don’t worry, I am his proud student.
, and my husband, as long as it’s something he nods and agrees to, there’s nothing he can’t do.”
Wang Manmeng was almost driven crazy by this young man in white. His face looked exhausted and he felt helpless and said: "Cui Dongshan, what are you thinking about and how do you think about it?"
She didn't think that the other party was coveting beauty and wanted to sleep with her? With such a "young" appearance, it was hard to say who would sleep with whom.
Cui Dongshan turned his palm over again and laughed at himself: "I have indeed been thinking about why we think and how we think. These two questions have puzzled us for many years."
Once in Yang's shop, Cui Chang had a frank conversation with the old man whom his husband once called "Grandpa Yang."
Old Man Yang asked what happened, and coincidentally, it was almost the question Wang Manmeng accidentally asked tonight.
At the beginning, Cui Han's soul was separated and divided into two. Cui Han looked at Cui Dongshan's thoughts, and one
In the sky, the minimum number of thoughts is two, and the maximum number is more than 70,000. Cui Dongshan, on the other hand, has at least three thoughts, and the maximum number is 80,000. The "two people" each have their own advantages and disadvantages.
The difference is ten thousand.
You must know that this kind of "rising of thoughts" is not the Taoist so-called sitting and forgetting, nor is it the Buddhist practice of meditation. Otherwise, it is not difficult for a Qigong practitioner to retreat, immerse his mind, and control his thoughts.
As for ordinary people, if you mistakenly think that you can stop thinking when you sleep, it is a big mistake.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Sleeping means sleeping and sleeping. What sleeps is the body and body. This kind of rest is a kind of recuperation for the seven souls among the three souls and seven souls. What sleeps is the mind and the three souls.
It's just that many people remember many vague dreams after waking up, and some people mistakenly think that they have slept without dreams. Just like many people have the feeling of falling off a cliff in their dreams, but it is actually a slight soul conflict. And the human race
The fundamental reason why he can become the leader of all spirits lies in "having a dream". Compared with the demon monks, this is a kind of "coveted" natural enlightenment. Compared with our human qi practitioners, the demon clan's
The tough true body is not only the basis for their survival on the earth, but it is also a kind of solid cage."
Cui Dongshan has a plan. In the future, for the nine direct disciples, such as Porcelain Gaoru, thank you, Hu Chuling, Jiang Qu and others, Cui Dongshan will classify them into different categories, teach them in accordance with their aptitude, teach them with all his heart, cultivate them carefully, and be very patient.
Cui Dongshan will also recruit nine more direct disciples who are only in name. This type of disciples is very casual. It only depends on their reputation and mood. Of course, it can be a money monkey, or it can be the eighty-year-old genius in front of him.
It is Wang Manmeng who has cultivated in the Dongfu Realm, or even Hong Chou, a sixth-level martial artist who is nearly fifty years old. Relatively speaking, Hong Chou's martial arts qualifications are not too bad, but he has not encountered the guidance of a master, otherwise he would not be able to reach the seventh realm.
Difficult, after all, any martial artist in the Golden Body Realm in the world, regardless of whether he is made of paper or bamboo strips, can have something to do with martial arts.
Wang Manmeng couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all, so she suddenly asked a strange question that seemed to be completely off topic, "Can you really manage so many dead people?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "It's manageable, and there are almost no mistakes or omissions."
Wang Manmeng shook his head, obviously not believing it, "Is it possible that there are hundreds of thousands or millions of underworld officials and subordinates in Fengdu, the underworld?"
Just like the City God Temple, how many temples are there in total within a country, from the capital city god to the three levels of city god in prefectures, counties and counties?
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The main function of the Chenghuang Temple in various places is only to receive guidance, and it is only the first trial. It is more to record the merits and demerits in the book, similar to the household room in the Yangjian Yamen in charge of the fish scale book. As for Fengdu, all kinds of ghosts
The difference in quantity, even if some temporary official positions are added, is a bit similar to the "walking" of new scholars in the imperial court in various ministries. The total number is indeed quite large, but it is far from the exaggeration of millions, and it does not need to be so exaggerated.
Many, as for how it works specifically, it can be said to be simple or simple. One yamen after another is equivalent to the life of the people in the world, passing through each year. It is also very complicated to say. If you look into it carefully, the rules here are complicated and meticulous. Generally speaking,
In the past, those few basic, bottom-level, unshakable rules were used to support thousands of subtle rules with clear boundaries. The former allowed the latter to swing slightly. In this way, thanks to the clear backbone and context,
It is clear, so for thousands of years, it has always been orderly there, with clear rewards and punishments. Of course, there are some truly final evaluations of merits and demerits. From the perspective of people in the world, there are still many things that are incomprehensible. Wang Manmeng, if you
If you are really interested in these, you can ask Guqiu, he is now a candidate for the city god of the state, and maybe in the future, Guqiu will still hope to become the capital city god temple of the new Dayuan Dynasty."
Wang Manmeng was doubtful and asked: "How do you know these inside stories? Which obscure book about ghosts and ghosts did you get it from?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Because I have been to Fengdu."
The city gods of prefectures and counties, the city gods of prefectures, the capital city god temples, the city gods at all levels, civil and military judges, various gods, plus generals of oxen and horses, day and night wandering gods, and generals of shackles. These are the permanent official positions of the city god temple, just like the Qingliu officials in the imperial court in the underworld.
The rest are subordinate officials and ghosts. The size of a City God's Temple mainly depends on the number of various departments and offices. The small ones only have three or six departments, while the more numerous ones are like this Zhou City God's Temple, which has as many as twelve departments.
.The City God's Temple in the capital of various countries either has twenty-four divisions. For large countries such as the Daquan Dynasty and the Yu Dynasty, there are even thirty-six divisions in the City God's Temple in the capital.
In the Ganoderma Dynasty of the Divine Continent of China, there is the largest City God Temple in the world, with as many as sixty-two temples.
The City God whose rank is the same as that of the Five Mountains of the Middle Earth and the Lord of the Four Seas, has a surname of Zhou and a given name of Fang Yu.
He is responsible for guarding the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth and protecting peace in the corner of the continent. He has four divine generals under his command, whose surnames are Gan, Liu, Fan, and Xie.
Wang Manmeng couldn't help laughing, "Cui Lang is talking nonsense again."
Cui Dongshan laughed it off.
If Mr. said the same words, who wouldn’t believe it?
Sure enough, you can't be too good at being a good person.
Cui Dongshan said abruptly: "Hong Chou should not have taken away a Grain Rain coin from here."
Wang Manmeng asked tremblingly: "What about me?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "It's okay for you."
Wang Manmeng sighed quietly, do you want to remind Hong Chou tomorrow? Let's forget it. This magical money, if nothing else, will be the foundation of his future in the New Dayuan Dynasty and the stepping stone for his advancement in officialdom. If she
If she really opened her mouth, she would probably only get scolded by Hong Chou, wondering if she had some strange ideas and fell in love with a pretty boy. Maybe she would already be in the house opposite, sulking, wondering if she was related to her.
Cui Dongshan must have teamed up to set up a trap to defraud him of his money.
Cui Dongshan glanced at Wang Manmeng and said with a smile: "By the way, what I call 'taking away' is very different from what you think."
Wang Manmeng covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. She rolled her eyes charmingly and glanced back at Cui Dongshan.
Cui Dongshan smiled and scolded: "Damn it, what are you thinking about? If you and our old cook and brother Dafeng meet, we will have a lot of chats, and we will definitely have a lot of chats!"
Wang Manmeng intertwined his fingers, raised them above his head, and stretched.
"It's difficult to be a good person. After seeing bad people, you want to imitate them, but you find that they are not bad at all. This is called a dilemma."
Cui Dongshan explained the truth, and then joked: "Good sister, frown less and sigh less. If you frown more, it is easy for a person to look sad, so you should smile more every day. Since you are a beautiful woman, why do you have haggard eyebrows? It doesn't make sense."
"
Wang Manmeng said: "Cui Lang is very knowledgeable, but he is really not suitable for comforting people."
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "Indeed."
Cui Dongshan blinked, "Wang Manmeng, why don't we play a game?"
Wang Manmeng's heart tightened and she said unforgivingly, "Are gods fighting?"
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "It's boring to talk like this all the time."
If you dare to talk to my husband like this, you are truly brave!
Then Cui Dongshan smiled and took out a Xiaoshu coin from his sleeve, which he had just won from Hong Chou, "If you have money, at least one Xiaoshu coin is equivalent to giving it to your sister for free. The rules of the game are very simple, you don't need anything.
In other words, just think about the people in the past and go through them in your mind. Don’t worry about the identity of the person or how many times you have met them. As long as you can recall them, it doesn’t matter how fuzzy the memory is. The more the better, the more you think about, the more you earn, the more you earn.
If you have 100 people, you can take this Xiaoshu coin. If you exceed 500 people, I will give you another one. If you have more than 1,000 people, you can take another Xiaoshu coin. How about it? Is it a good deal with no capital and huge profits?
If there are more than 3,000 people, not counting the previous ones, I can give my sister another Grain Rain coin."
As he spoke, Cui Dongshan twisted his wrist, and two more blank chess jars appeared. After retracting his hand, he hovered in the air and indicated with his eyes that Wang Manmeng could start working and make money.
Wang Manmeng had a hesitant look on his face. He was silent for a moment and said, "Is it that simple?"
Cui Dongshan turned a deaf ear and didn't bother to talk. He just put his fingers together like a twister, and quickly condensed several snow-white chess pieces on his fingertips, and threw them into a chess jar one by one.
Obviously when Wang Manmeng was silent, she couldn't help but think of several "old friends", and then they were "captured" by Cui Dongshan and manifested into chess pieces.
There is an old bastard who once had a conjecture that the demon that was inspired by the outer world can not only transform into billions, but also unite into one.
So Cui Chan hypothesized that the source of the thoughts of all living beings in the world is located in the same "pool".
All thoughts are like "sparks" jumping out of the water.
Wang Manmeng thought about it for a moment, but he didn't feel that his random thoughts could affect the current situation. Could it be that he could really earn three Xiaoshu coins in vain?
After that, there were more and more white pieces in the chess jar, but black chess pieces began to appear one after another, and Cui Dongshan threw them into another chess jar.
Wang Manmeng couldn't care less how shocked he was, it didn't matter, he had seen too many weird things in Cui Dongshan today, so don't be surprised, just get used to it.
Because every time she remembered a vague character intermittently, the chess pieces condensed on the fingertips of the boy in white would be black pieces.
In the lobby, only the brazier under the feet of both parties could occasionally hear the sound of crackling charcoal. The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the snow in the courtyard must be up to the ankles.
Cui Dongshan sat cross-legged on the chair, and Wang Manmeng began to think hard about the "passers-by" on the road of life, those who had met several times, those who passed by but accidentally remembered their faces because of a distinctive feature, those who had been there for many years.
When she was young, the old man in her hometown might be holding a cattail fan to enjoy the cool air, or she might be a rice picker with thick cotton cloth sewn on her shoulders, or her peers who were young and yet to climb mountains often looked at her secretly...
More and more black and white chess pieces are accumulated in the two chess jars.
As Wang Manmeng's thoughts became more and more sluggish, Cui Dongshan leaned on the handle of the chair, holding his chin with one hand and keeping the other hand in the air.
Wang Manmeng stretched out her hand and rubbed the center of her brow, and asked, "How many pills are there?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I have obtained the three Xiaoshu coins. The extra Grain Rain coins are indeed a bit difficult to earn, and the difference in quantity is not small. Why don't you think about it more?"
Wang Manmeng said helplessly: "I can't think of more people."
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The hanging portraits and the characters in the books are also included."
Wang Manmeng seemed to have an enlightenment and came up with hundreds more "portraits".
Cui Dongshan glanced at the chess pot and said: "You can add the names you have heard of, emperors, generals, monks, etc., of course, don't make them up randomly, just think of a name to fool me, otherwise you will
One piece has to be lost."
Wang Manmeng began to rack his brains again to think about those people who had heard of it.
The mountain monks in the world, the sages of the Confucian Temple, the ancestors of the great sects of Tongyezhou, the guest ministers, dignitaries from various countries under the mountain, the pure warriors who are famous all over the world, and even the great monsters in the wild world...
Cui Dongshan smiled, quickly shook his wrist, and threw the chess pieces into the chess jar one by one.
This kind of bet cannot be made with your husband, nor can you bet with the senior sister, especially the senior sister. It will probably make him, a junior senior brother, cry out of poverty.
Wang Manmeng was already covered in sweat. A cave monk was actually a little dizzy and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it enough?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "That's enough, that's enough already."
Wang Manmeng was stunned.
Cui Dongshan took out one Guyu coin and four Xiaoshu coins, threw them to Wang Manmeng, and said with a smile: "The extra Xiaoshu coin is for me to give to my sister."
Wang Manmeng leaned back slumped in his chair, feeling really exhausted.
Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "How about adding the names of Dadu, Mountains, and Immortal Mansion sects in the world? As long as we collect eight thousand chess pieces, I will give my sister another Guyu coin."
Wang Manmeng's face turned pale and she shook her head, "I can't think anymore."
Cui Dongshan laughed and said: "Is it much more tiring than fighting with gods?"
Wang Manmeng wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was weak and forced a smile. He was no longer willing to speak.
Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves, and the two jars of chess pieces disappeared out of thin air.
Wang Manmeng makes a lot of money, and Cui Dongshan may not make less money. The contents carried by these chess pieces will be useful when digging Dadu in the future.
When it comes to sneaking into other people's hearts and lakes and carefully searching their memories, Cui Dongshan is of course very familiar with it, but he is not as complete as Wang Manmeng who took the initiative to tell everything, pouring beans into a chess jar like beans from a bamboo tube.
Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and said, "Wang Manmeng, I have to study more in the future. I don't know when I can convert it into real money."
Wang Manmeng opened her palms and stared at the five fairy coins. She raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice: "Cui Dongshan, you are a genealogy monk, right?"
Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "I told you a long time ago that I am the leader of a sect."
In fact, the extra summer money Cui Dongshan gave me was just because Wang Manmeng accidentally mentioned her husband as a student, which made her very happy.
Wang Manmeng clenched his hands and asked, "You don't want to go back, do you?"
Cui Dongshan gasped, what a question!
If the husband wasn't nearby, Cui Dongshan really wouldn't mind taking it all back.
Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Put it away quickly, otherwise I will regret it."
Wang Manmeng murmured: "Tonight is like a dream."
Cui Dongshan turned around and leaned on the handle of the chair, looked at the heavy snow outside the house, and said softly: "How miserable it would be for a person to not even dare to dream. In the past, the flowers were like snow, but now the snow is like flowers. The beautiful scenery in good times is not in vain.
How to settle the infinite heart. Maybe we have all been with this world like lovers, glaring at each other like enemies and bandits, deaf people and blind people talking to themselves, people who have nothing to say and people who cannot.
Looking at each other, speechless."
Wang Manmeng could only remain silent after hearing the words.
Cui Dongshan was silent for a moment, turned his head, and complained: "Oh, I don't even know how to cheer, applaud, or even just nod. I don't support him at all."
Just when Wang Manmeng was about to say something from his heart, Cui Dongshan stretched his neck to look outside and said, "All the talented people have arrived. Is it so lively?"
Quickly standing up, Cui Dongshan smashed his snow-white sleeves and said, "Sister, let's go, call Qian Hou'er, and copy the guy together! Go back to your old business and block the road and rob!"
Wang Manmeng had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his lips, and said helplessly: "Not even Qian Hou'er has ever done this kind of thing."
"It doesn't matter if I haven't done it before."
Cui Dongshan shook his sleeves and said, "I will follow Dongshan from now on and eat nine meals a day!"
Wang Manmeng stood up and suddenly said: "Cui Dongshan, I remembered a poem."
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Is that what Mr. Chengzhai said, 'I love the sunshine and snow in Dongshan the most'?"
Wang Manmeng looked helpless.
From his side, she looked as if she had no clothes on.
Cui Dongshan held the back of his head with both hands and walked swaying outside the house, "Good poems, good poems. I love Dongshan Qinghouxue the most. Dongshan loves Qinghouxue the most."
Wang Manmeng followed the young man in white. Cui Dongshan put his feet together and jumped out of the house. He asked casually: "Wang Manmeng, is there such a custom in your hometown? The woman who is to be married in the boudoir must be married every day in the spring breeze of March.
Comb your hair a hundred or two hundred times in the morning?"
Wang Manmeng shook his head and said, "No."
Cui Dongshan clicked his tongue and said: "What a pity, what a pity."
Suddenly there was a loud shout, "Qian Hou'er, don't look at those pornographic pictures you've ruined! What's the point?"
Qian Hou'er ran out of his house quickly and said with a shy face, "There is nothing, there is nothing."
Cui Dongshan raised his chin toward the other side of the house. Qian Houer was stunned for a moment, and soon understood. He grinned and went to the brazier to pick up the ashes with iron tongs and cover the charcoal fire.
Wang Manmeng turned her head and glanced at the thin monkey man squatting by the brazier. For some reason, she suddenly felt that he was pitiful and respectable. She shook her head and laughed too, but he was a bit ugly.
Cui Dongshan stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, and then asked Wang Manmeng to call the other people in the house, saying that the strength of the crowd can embolden them.
Wang Manmeng was walking in the snow, and Qian Houer was squatting by the brazier.
Cui Dongshan stood on the steps.
Just now, Cui Dongshan seemed to have gotten another key to the door, and he remembered some banned past events, which were related to himself, or to that old bastard.
Still in that tall building beside Shujian Lake.
Cui Chan asked him.
Can he be like Qi Jingchun in studying and cultivating his moral integrity? Is it possible for him to establish a religion and call himself an ancestor?
When practicing swordsmanship, within a hundred years, you can break through obstacles quickly and have high swordsmanship. Can you master it?
How long will it take for him to practice martial arts and boxing before he can barely keep up with Jun Qian?
Cui Dongshan was lying on the ground, and Cui Chan gave the answer.
Not surprisingly, everyone looks a little bit alike, but in the end they look nothing like each other.
I just want him to be completely unable to become Qi Jingchun and give up on this idea early.
Cui Dongshan asked him, is this the only way to go?
Cui Chen didn't even bother to answer this question.
In fact, Cui Dongshan knew very well that if he didn't do this, it would be too late.
It was too late for me to be able to slowly travel around the world as a great Confucian scholar under the protection of the old scholar of the literary sage lineage and the senior brothers. It was too late for him to gradually perfect the many principles in his heart with the magnificent mountains and rivers of the ages and the strange and strange people. It was too late for him to let a former
The straw-shoe boy grew up slowly, relying on a golden literary courage, a book of sages, and the principles in the books to refine the natal character. With the help of two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he refined the natal character into a natal object. He has both swordsmanship and martial arts.
Cultivation, steady step by step, gradually ascending, forming a golden elixir, becoming a land god, ascending to the five realms, ascending realm, attaining enlightenment...
So Cui Dongshan asked the last question at that time.
Aren't you afraid that he will become the second Yu Dou?
Cui Chan was silent for the first time and did not give an answer. Judging from the situation at that time, it may be too early to say yes or no, and the respective advantages and disadvantages of yes or no.
Because in the past, Yu Dou went on a rampage with four of his best friends, and two of them happened to die at Yu Dou's hands.
This means that Yu Dou has walked through a questioning bureau like Shujian Lake before. He only needs to walk through it once, and again, and countless times in the future, but the result is actually the same.
Among the ten candidates selected by Qing Ming Tianxia, there is the Ascension Realm female Sword Immortal Baolin. Her most famous thing in the world is not her realm or her pure sword cultivator status, but the fact that she has asked the sword Bai Yujing several times.
The second leader, Yu Dou, who is known as the "True Invincible".
The whole world knows the reason why Bao Lin and Yu Dou asked about the sword. It was just because she was one of the original four people, and her Taoist companion was killed by Yu Dou himself with his sword.
Therefore, Baolin asked Yu Dou for the first time, and the reason was that anyone in the world could kill him, but only you, Yu Dou, could not!
Therefore, even Taoist Sun from Xuandu Temple had to admit that Yu Dou was selfless when discussing Yu Dou's selflessness.
In the world of Qing Ming, all those who violate the prohibition, regardless of status, realm, or reason, whether they can be killed or not, without exception, will all die.
As for the Taoist officials, monks and ordinary people who died in this way, for thousands of years, in the fourteen states of the Qingming world, there are tens of thousands? Or hundreds of thousands? Are there a million, or even millions? Never
People have to make detailed statistics. Because in the face of Yu Dou, all this is meaningless and of no use.
This is not a question of right or wrong, it is just a question of human heart.
Those who have died, and all the living people around them, what they thought and how they felt are, in the eyes of history, not just question marks, but periods of time. In the history books that cherish words like gold
, there is no text content, the dead people, and the living people next to the dead people at that time, they are like the blank spaces between the words. Of all the book readers in the world, who will pay attention to the blank spaces at the top of the page?
So Cui Chan is gambling.
Bet that Chen Pingan will not become the second Yu Dou.
Cui Dongshan stretched out a palm and muttered something, as if he was slapping someone, repeating the sentence "old bastard".
Protect the road, protect the road, the way you protect the road is the most unique, embroider the tiger, embroider the tiger, if you have the ability, live a few more years, and go to the Qingming world to show your prestige.
In an instant, Cui Dongshan suddenly trembled, quickly stopped his hand, and quickly put his hand between his eyebrows, because an idea just popped up for no reason.
In fact, it’s just a word, Chang Geng.
Cui Dongshan frowned, put his hands in his sleeves, hesitated for a moment, but still did not make any deductions.
Chang Geng? Anyone who has read a few books will know the name of the stars. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "there is Qiming in the east and Chang Geng in the west." There is a saying in "Book of Heavenly Officials" that the ancient star Chang Geng is like a piece of cloth.
Heaven, if this star is seen, troops will rise.
What if there is a world where Chang Geng is always bright? How about three hundred years or five hundred years of mourning in the world?
Cui Dongshan stretched out his hand and scratched his face like millet grains.
Before, when my husband returned to Xiandu Mountain from the Demon Suppressing Tower, he said that he had thought of a pseudonym for Qing Ming Tianxia in the future, which was called Chen Jiu.
But the husband also said that he seemed to have a better pseudonym, but he had forgotten it.