Ying Ning's idea of borrowing the "official treasury" was ultimately just an idea and could not be implemented. The official treasury was well guarded, extremely energetic, and enshrined in the God of Wealth, making it difficult for ordinary cultivators to use magic to sneak into it.
The God of Wealth actually belongs to the underworld category. He has been subjected to incense for a long time. If something really happens, he cannot be a dead thing made of clay or wood.
——One of the great principles of ghost apparition: Don’t ask about good or evil, only ask about incense.
The rains these days are still raging with almost no interruption, which greatly increases the severity of the disaster. Some low-lying rural areas have become like a swamp, and the people have long since escaped, either left their hometowns, or moved to nearby mountains.
settle.
By the Jianjiang River, far across from Bijia Mountain, there is a mountain peak called Turtle Mountain.
As its name suggests, the mountain is flat with a gentle arc, and looks like a turtle shell. There are few trees and many rocks on the mountain, and a small temple is built in the center of the peak:
Dragon King Temple.
In the Tiantong Dynasty, if there is any temple that can compare with the scale of the Tushan Temple, it is the Dragon King Temple. The Dragon King Temple will be found wherever there are larger rivers or where people gather.
The Dragon King Temple is not under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division, but is independent.
In some ancient legends, there are dragons in the sky and the earth. The dragon is the god responsible for rain. It has been offering incense from the people for a long time. Whenever there is no rain for a long time, or the rain does not stop for a long time, people will go to the Dragon King Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.
In order to ask the Dragon King to control the water and ensure smooth wind and rain.
The more you ask for it, the more it will come true once or twice. As for whether it is really the Dragon King appearing, or whether it is due to unexpected weather conditions, it is difficult to say clearly.
The dragon has long been a legend and has not appeared in the mortal world for countless years. Its traces are even rarer than those of "gods".
Even so, the people's devotion to the Dragon King Temple has long been ingrained and difficult to shake.
The Dragon King Temple on Guishan Mountain has always been very popular. Although the temple is small, it has flying eaves, red walls and green tiles.
On both sides of the gate, there is a couplet saying: The dragon comes out of the water for thousands of years; people who have been prosperous for a hundred years seek blessings. The banner: Moisturizes the common people.
The decorations in the temple are simple. There is only a small red-faced statue of the god, wearing a red robe and a black beard, which is really powerful.
This is what people imagine the Dragon King to look like.
The Jianjiang River burst its banks at night and the water flowed thousands of miles away. The people nearby fled in panic and scattered in all directions. Naturally, the Dragon King Temple in Guishan was left out in the cold.
At this time, the people had no time to cram into the water and beg the Dragon King to show mercy and take back the flood water.
The flood below the mountain is as vast as a vast ocean.
Suddenly a boat appeared, traveling at a very slow speed. It floated in from the east and headed for Guishan.
It's said to be a boat, but it's actually just a canoe made out of a big tree trunk. It can barely float. There are two Taoist priests on the boat. They are standing in the middle of the age group. They have long beards and a handsome appearance. They hold a slender pestle in their hands.
The bamboo pole plays the role of the helmsman when paddling the water.
The one sitting there was slovenly and lazily leaning against the edge of the boat with his eyes half closed. He seemed to be resting his mind.
It was Guanghan and Qingyun.
Qingyun lifted it as lightly as he could, using a thin bamboo pole that was not long. He lightly touched it on the water, and the canoe shot forward for a long distance like an arrow. After a few o'clock, he arrived at the foot of Guishan Mountain.
"Uncle Master, please come ashore."
Taoist Master Qingyun did not dare to make any mistakes, so he asked Guang Han to come ashore first.
Guang Han hummed, and with a gentle pat, the person was like a weightless feather. The next moment, he was down to earth, with his hands behind his back, floating towards the top of the mountain.
After a while, Guang Han and Qing Yun both came to the Dragon King Temple and stood still.
"Rest right where you are."
Guanghan said softly, and he found a stone on the edge, casually sat on it, closed his eyes and rested his mind. Qingyun did the same without making a sound.
At this time, the rain did not stop, falling from the sky. But every time it fell on the heads of the two Taoist priests, it automatically slid over the edge. Therefore, even though they were in the rain, their clothes were not stained with any moisture.
Time fell with the rain. About an hour later, someone from the west came to compose a song: "Kunlun Mountain is high into the sky, and I came from the mountain to be free. I can go up to the blue sky to pick the bright moon, and I can go down to the ocean to catch dragons and dragons..."
The sound was clear and clear, and the sound made people appear. A big orange bird roared over, with a Taoist priest sitting on the bird's back, and the Bagua Taoist robes were flying.
Looking more realistically, the big bird is actually made of a special kind of talisman paper folded with various talisman clauses written on it, which is shiny and shiny.
A big bird made of paper, carrying a Taoist priest on its back, flew from the west.
Guang Han suddenly opened his eyes, glanced over, and curled his lips: "Guys from Kunlun Mountain are good at pretending." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Qingyun was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to lift him up. He quickly stood up and went to meet him.
The paper bird landed, and the Taoist priest floated down to the ground. He had thick eyebrows and a white face. He held a whisk in his hand. The long silk whisk was white and flawless, faintly glowing with a strange brilliance.
Taoist Priest Qingyun bowed his head and said, "I have met Senior Brother Mingfeng."
Although they are from different sects, they both come from the same Taoist sect and come from the same family. Calling them "senior brother" can shorten the distance between them.
Senior brother Mingfeng looked younger than Qingyun. He was only thirty years old, his face was as crystal clear as jade, and his bearing was extraordinary. He quickly returned the favor: "Junior brother Qingyun came so early... I have met the real person Guanghan."
Guanghan only nodded slightly.
This senior brother Mingfeng is from Kunlun. His full name is "Xi Mingfeng", but he uses a common name. He is only thirty-six years old this year. Although he is young, he has been practicing since he was a child. He is now a Nascent Soul cultivator and belongs to the younger generation.
Outstanding people, who have the reputation of being a genius even when they are young.
Xi Mingfeng knew Guanghan's temperament and didn't take it seriously. He pulled Qingyun and said, "Isn't the Shushan swordsman here yet?"
Qingyun shook his head: "I won't see you for now."
Xi Mingfeng raised his head and looked to the south, murmuring: "I wonder who will come... It should be Big Beard. Since he has become a walking man in Shushan, he should be a representative. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him in ten years."
Okay, I wonder if he has entered the realm of Nascent Soul? By the way, Junior Brother Qingyun, when you were promoting Dharma, have you ever seen a bearded man in the capital?"
Qingyun said hurriedly: "Senior brother is talking about senior brother Yan, right?"
"Who else but him?"
"In the capital, Senior Brother Yan and I only met once, and we had no further contact."
Xi Mingfeng said: "The bearded man has a weird and solitary personality. He represents the sect and travels around the world, but there is no news. But I don't know where he is hiding in a deep mountain and old forest to practice."
His words were closer to talking to himself, Qingyun did not make a sound. Talking about Yan Chixia was not something he was qualified to do.
The rain was still falling, and it was getting late. Looking up, a hazy twilight appeared. In the twilight, above the turbulent waves, a man came through the waves with his hands behind his back.
He did not take a boat or a flying magic weapon. He only stepped on a reed under his feet and shuttled through the water, appearing at an extremely fast speed.
Crossing the river with a reed is nothing more than this.
This boy is young, with elegant brocade clothes and flying hairband. He looks like a child of a noble family. But there is a long sword hanging on his waist, without a scabbard, directly revealing the sharp blade. From this
It can be seen from the details that the owner of this sword must also have a sharp-edged character.
When the swordsman came, Guang Han and others in front of the Dragon King Temple had already noticed it.
Xi Mingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "It is Lu Shidao who came..." There was a bit of regret in the sigh, but it was a pity that the person who came was not Yan Chixia.
After the reeds came ashore, Lu Shidao stepped up the mountain. In a blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the Dragon King Temple. He bowed his hands indifferently and saluted without saying anything, and found a rock to sit on.
At present, the three orthodox sects recognized by Taoist sects in the world, Laoshan, Kunlun, and Shushan, all have outstanding representatives. Gathering in front of the Guishan Dragon King Temple is simply a big event that is rarely seen in a hundred years. But except for the four of them,
There are no bystanders present, and no one knows what they are gathering here for. Even if they do something earth-shattering, they will probably be lost in the wind and rain, and not be known to anyone.
In this world, there is no shortage of secrets.
…
The wedding was approaching and the days were numbered, so Chen Jianchen asked for leave from the school superintendent. The school superintendent had no objection and agreed simply. You must know that when the official documents from the court are issued, Chen Jianchen will no longer be a student of Minghua Academy, but an Imperial College student.
a member of.
After asking for leave, Chen Jianchen took Yingning back home to see if there was anything he needed help with. Unfortunately, his parents were short-lived and basically couldn't get involved.
Mo Sanniang smiled and said: "Liu Xian, you are only responsible for inviting guests."
The Chen family has basically no relatives, and the same goes for the woman. The guests invited mainly depend on Chen Jianchen's connections - Wang Fu and others who have made friends in the college will naturally send invitations, as well as gentlemen... In the end, Gu Xuezheng and Xu Zhifu
Biandu sent a message. However, it can be guessed that it is impossible for Xu Zhifu to come. At most, he will send a gift; and Gu Xuezheng may not come. It is not that they are putting on airs, but that their identities are too far apart. Naturally
Somewhat reserved.
In fact, Chen Jianchen doesn't really care whether they come or not. Based on his original intention, he doesn't want to make things too complicated. He can just set up a few tables at home and make the celebration lively and festive for a long time. It's simple but decent, harmonious and harmonious. How nice!
The best thing to do is get over the banquet quickly and enter the bridal chamber.
In the past few days, Golden Needle Restaurant has already taken off its sign and is no longer open for business. Lu Xiyue must have been carefully preparing to become a beautiful bride, which is better than being married to the Chen family.
My long-cherished wish finally came true. The satisfying happiness is like honey, so sweet that it overflows from my heart, making me laugh softly even in my dreams.
The closer the wedding day came, the more nervous Lu Xiyue became, fearing that something would go wrong. This kind of anxiety about gains and losses continued until the big day came. She wore a red hijab, a phoenix crown and a hare, and was in the boudoir.
On the Zhongxiu bed, sit upright, fold your hands together and put them under your lower abdomen.
Then, all the world is left with is waiting. (To be continued)