Chapter 1209 High Level

At dawn in the Luzong Temple in Dali Yuzhou, a middle-aged scribe had finished his vegetarian meal and cooked himself a large bowl of eight-treasure porridge on a small stove. After eating the porridge, he went to sit down at the table and read.

Another day passes by, and when I open the book, I see the light from the window.

The young novice came to knock on the window again and reminded, "Mr. Chen, the clouds are rising in the mountains. Do you want to go and take a look?"

The scribe put down the book in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, wait a moment. I'll change to a pair of boots."

Because it had rained heavily for three consecutive days, it was particularly cold in the spring in the mountains. The middle-aged scribe wore a coarse cotton coat to keep warm, a pair of suede boots, and a hiking stick in his hand.

Previously, I also made a kudzu cane for the young novice monk who often accompanied me to climb high places to watch the clouds, using local materials. When resting on the mountain trail, the stick would be as if it were resting on tin.

The temple is shrouded in mist, and there are people, one big and one small, each holding a walking stick. They pass by the life-release pond near the main hall. The water is sparkling, and crucian carp and carp gather near the bridge. The water is as old as before, and they recognize the sound of the king holding his stick.

In his spare time, the young novice had climbed mountains several times to watch the clouds alone. For some reason, he would feel tired and out of breath after halfway up the mountain, and needed to stop and rest many times.

But every time I go hiking with this middle-aged scribe who is poor but lives a sober life, it becomes much easier. This puzzles the little novice monk. This morning they walked out of the side door of the temple together. They climbed up the familiar mountain road gradually.

The novice monk had just heard that the scribe was leaving the temple in the near future. He had no idea when he would come back to copy scriptures next time. So the young novice monk hurriedly asked the question. If he didn't ask, he would have no chance.

The scribe smiled warmly, held the green bamboo stick in his hand aggressively, and gave the answer in a soft voice, "Your physical strength is still yours. It will not increase or decrease at all. I just helped you adjust your breathing and distribution during the climb.

As your strength increases, your leg strength will become better. I just go to the mountains a lot and practice makes perfect, so actually this move does not involve magical powers, so you don’t have to think too much."

After the scribe left his residence, the rice paper on the desk was still wet with ink. What the middle-aged scribe copied today were two sentences of Taoist sayings from the Dasheng chapter.

"Don't open up the sky for people, but open up the sky for heaven. Opening the sky leads to virtue, opening up people creates evil." There is a line in the narration from Zhu Zhu, "What does Tao follow nature?"

"The avenger will not break his trunk, even though he has a grievance, he will not blame the tiles." But for some reason, the word "no" was circled separately by the scribe with a red pen.

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The capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, Changning County.

In an old house, there is a swing in the courtyard. Everyone loves beauty, and female ghosts are no exception. Xue Ruyi changed into a palace dress from the previous dynasty today, wearing brocade clothes and pearls.

A beautiful woman is playing on a swing. This painting is suitable for a jade scroll hanging on a green tree.

Xue Ruyi was sitting on the swing, with a pair of embroidered shoes high and low. She looked at some potted plants in the courtyard that did not need to be moved indoors to hide from the rain, and for no reason she thought of Taoist Wu Di's unintentional words, grass is a flower that does not bloom.

Not long ago, the Taoist priest who ran a stall moved out of the haunted house. It was not easy to live in the capital, which cost him a lot of extra rent.

It's true that it's haunted, but it's not true that the haunted house is real. If you're a reader who's used to reading pornographic novels about talented men and beauties, a haunted house? Then it's pretty cool to be a ghost under a pomegranate skirt, right?

The Taoist priest rented an old small house in an alley elsewhere in Changning County. He left all the flowers and plants in the courtyard to the female ghost Xue Ruyi to take care of. She kept the ones she liked and sold the ones she didn't like at a low price.

Just think of it as paying the rent. The Taoist priest said it loud and clear, but he was a poor Taoist who traveled all over the world, adhering to one purpose and never losing his place when it comes to money.

As a parting gift, the Taoist priest Wu Di left a book seal, five-character seal script, and a spring fan in the house.

The material of the seal is ordinary. It was a Taoist priest who went to do part-time work on the river and helped the rich to cut ice to make money. He picked up the stone from somewhere. The seal is really big, about the size of a palm, and it is square. Therefore, there is a lot of content on the side, and it is engraved.

There is an entire poem written by Mr. Jingjie that simulates ancient times. The phrase "Spring fan is gentle and gentle" at the bottom is excerpted from the poem. Xue Ruyi did not notice the gold and stone energy of the seal, but there is a sentence in the inscribed poem: "When I was young, I was strong and powerful."

"Walking alone with a sword", did you have an ulterior motive? It made her feel a little funny. You, a private Taoist priest who spent money to buy your identity, really thought you were the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain who carried a mahogany sword to slay demons and slay demons, and you still caressed

The sword travels far away.

If he had known that the scholar was going to give him an arty book collection seal, Xue Ruyi might have preferred a sentence that Wu Di recited while drinking porridge one morning.

I have Wanqiu's simple method. You can eat white porridge to become immortal.

Xue Ruyi had to admit that the Taoist priest Wu Di had indeed read a lot of books, otherwise he would not be proficient in reading exegetical sentences, but she expressed doubts about whether he was knowledgeable or not.

At dusk when the heavy rain stopped, Xue Ruyi was swinging alone. She was really bored. It was absolutely impossible for a Taoist priest to go out to set up a stall in the rain in this kind of weather before. She was a little happy and asked you to move out of the house and earn a few dollars.

Money? But after she was happy, she was a little worried. It was not easy for a Taoist priest to go out and work hard. Xue Ruyi found a reason for herself and went to the Taoist priest to see if she needed help.

In terms of family background, she still has some. As long as he is willing to ask, she can help him. After all, he is a friend.

After all, Xue Ruyi's realm is not low, with cultivation in the middle five realms. If he were not a ghost, a monk in the Guanhai Realm would be able to find a place to establish a sect, and then be a guest of the monarch of the small country of Aquarius Continent.

She used her magical powers to cover her body and wandered all the way to the house where Taoist priest Wu Di had recently settled. Because she was an old acquaintance with the former Judge Hong and the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Department, Ji Xiaoping, the City God's Temple in the capital had always treated her somewhat leniently.

When she arrived at this shabby little house, she didn't show up immediately, and she felt a little uncomfortable. She was given such a large collection of book seals, but lived in such a small place. This made Xue Ruyi feel a little guilty and should have kept it.

The Taoist priest claimed that he traveled around the world when he was young and used the pseudonym "Chen Haoren".

At first, Xue Ruyi thought this statement was more interesting. It was more fun than talking about Taoist Master Wu. No matter how thick-skinned the Taoist priest is, how guilty will he feel after hearing it too much?

But the facts proved that Miss Xue still underestimated the face of Daoist Wu.

After all, according to a certain fair statement, the second shopkeeper is such a high-ranking figure. He only needs to climb to the top of the city, lie down on the ground, and put his face on the ground to defend the city.

Previously, she and the Taoist priest purchased a pile of ghost painting talismans. As a reward for the transaction, the Taoist priest taught two techniques to the boy next door. Zhang Hou is now in the Liujin realm.

As a result, the depression and injustice in the heart of Zhang Hou, a young man who failed in the examination, became much lighter.

However, according to the agreement between the two parties, Taoist priest Wu Di asked Xue Ruyi not to reveal the matter. It was just a fair transaction that Ms. Xue paid a lot of money to buy a talisman and I just went along to teach the immortal magic. Why should the educated person next door feel that he was owed a favor.

He won't settle here for a long time, and it's unnecessary for the young man to feel frustrated when he wants to pay it back but can't.

In addition, the female ghost finally listened to the advice and finally did not take any risks. She boldly jumped over the rank and burned the talisman and surrendered to the picket department of Luan Mountain.

Especially when Xue Ruyi learned the big news, she was secretly happy because Tong Wenchang, the unattainable mountain king of Mount Ganzhou in Xiyue, had just been given the title of "Great Emperor" by the Chinese Temple of Confucius.

". Xue Ruyi was born as a palace maid, and she was still a close associate of the empress. She was still familiar with the rules of the officialdom. At this moment when the entire Dayue jurisdiction was shrouded in a festive atmosphere, a female ghost surrendered an ultimatum. Is it true?

Xue Ruyi continued to hide her figure, sitting on the wall of the small house, and found an inconspicuous old man squatting outside the kitchen door, looking like a farmer.

She was a little surprised that Master Wu had set up a fortune-telling stall inside the house?

But the problem is that the old man in front of me doesn't look like a rich man. He is wearing linen clothes and straw sandals and has a sad face.

It's strange, Wu Di, you are so unconscionable when it comes to making money, even cheating such honest people out of their hard-earned money?

It was obvious that the old man was either a Qi practitioner or a poor old man.

During meal time, Taoist priest Wu Di seemed to be busy in the kitchen.

Xue Ruyi hesitated for a moment, fearing that she would scare this ordinary old man, so she floated outside the small house, pushed the door open, and pretended to say, "Master Wu, congratulations on your move."

Wu Di shouted at the top of his voice in the kitchen room, "It's Miss Xue. There are few visitors. Please sit casually in the main room and let Pindao stay busy for a while."

Seeing the female ghost, the old man nodded in greeting.

Xue Ruyi gave him a blessing. The old man had a jasper tobacco stick tied around his waist. Perhaps it was the only valuable object.

Is this Taoist priest Wu Di’s idea? He is really evil. Is he so short of money that he can’t even get rid of things like jade cigarette rods?

Xue Ruyi thought for a while, then reminded the old man in a roundabout way, "Old man, is this dry tobacco pole passed down from the ancestors?"

The old man nodded, "That's right."

Xue Ruyi couldn't bear it anymore and said softly: "Since it is passed down from ancestors, don't just give it away casually. If you ask Taoist Wu for fortune telling, I will just advance the money for you. He still owes me some scraps of silver...

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The old man smiled and said nothing.

The Taoist priest in the room was wearing an apron, holding a spatula, and said angrily: "Miss Xue, what's the matter with you? It's a taboo in the world to cut off people's money. Besides, we are friends after all, so there is no reason for you to cause trouble like this."

Xue Ruyi used her heartfelt voice and said angrily: "I am trying to help you with your affairs but not your marriage. Daoist Master Wu, are you so greedy for money that you can even defraud such a simple and honest old man? You are not afraid of being struck by lightning in this weather.

ah?"

Chen Ping'an walked out of the kitchen with two large bowls, steaming hot and fragrant. There was a pair of chopsticks placed on each bowl, and he said with a smile: "Why are you lying? I just call my friends to come to the house, Lao Tong, to try my craftsmanship."

Xue Ruyi asked: "What is this?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's called rice soup. It's a specialty of my hometown. It's a delicacy only found in poor places."

Chen Pingan handed a bowl to the old man. The old man took the bowl and chopsticks, lowered his head and took a sip, nodded and said: "Not bad. This thing can make people remember the bitterness and sweetness."

Chen Ping'an raised his head and smiled, "Listen, is this what an old farmer in the countryside can say?"

Xue Ruyi rolled her eyes. She must have wronged the Taoist priest, so don't treat her like a donkey and let the old man misunderstand you.

The old man held the bowl, breathed into the rice soup, and said with a smile: "Young girl is so kind, how can it be in vain?"

Xue Ruyi was shocked. Did he guess what he was thinking, or was it Shan Shan's mysterious mind-reading ability?

She couldn't help but glance at the cotton-robed Taoist priest.

Chen Ping'an sat on the steps, eating a hodgepodge of rice soup, and said with a vague smile: "Miss Xue, didn't you ask Pindao earlier if he recognized the selfless empress of Luanshan? At that time Pindao said he didn't recognize her.

, but he recognizes Tong Shanjun. If you don’t believe it, you think Pindao is joking. I will invite Tong Shanjun here from Ganzhou Mountain. Not only can I prove my innocence, I am not bragging or drafting, but I can also save Miss Xue.

There are so many troublesome procedures, why bother burning talismans and submitting ultimatums to the Tiger Mansion? The rightful owner, Tong Shenjun of Xiyue, is here. Miss Xue can say whatever she wants, just speak out if there are injustices and argue with reason."

Xue Ruyi was stunned at first, and then sighed, "Wu Di, you are so poor that you need to invite outsiders to make such a fairy dance to defraud me of my money? Wu Di, you are really short of money. Although we are not

You have to be a good friend, but what’s so hard about helping someone? Why bother resorting to such dirty tricks? You can’t do it.”

You Wu Di, if you want to say that you know a few friends in the mountains, you begged your grandfather to tell your grandma, and you were able to hire the Tiger Mansion in Ganzhou Mountain, the kind of subordinate official with the smallest official hat, Xue Ruyi might still believe her to a certain extent, or does it?

That kind of doubt.

What a liar.

That's right, it's a liar.

She felt a little sad. She hadn't seen him for a few days, but Wu Di was already in such a miserable state?
To be continued...