Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-One: Qujiang Pond, Monsters Have a Banquet
Quchifang is located in the southernmost part of Chang'an City, next to Qujiang Pool.
After the wars in the late Sui Dynasty, the southern city of Chang'an was vast and sparsely populated, especially in Quchifang. There were few residences and only one temple that had been left over from the Sui Dynasty, called Tianbao Temple.
This Tianbao Temple was also magnificent when it was built. It is said that the Maitreya Pavilion in the temple was 150 feet high. Later, when Princess Xincheng died in the third year of Longshuo, Li Zhi took Tianbao to pray for his sister Princess Xincheng.
The temple was changed into Jianfu Temple.
Kong Qing was floating in the sky above Qujiangfang at this time, looking down from a high position and scanning the activities below with a cold expression.
He is really angry now...
Kong Qing spent a lot of money this time and spent a lot of effort to arouse the enthusiasm of the Taoist priests who were transferred to the Qilu Department. Under his instigation, those people began to devote themselves to the world of writings with high enthusiasm.
Among them, records of ghosts and ghosts with docile personalities and certain strength were selected from the previous records of the Taishi Bureau, and then compiled into a book.
Then Zhang Shanren, Wang Min, Wang Qiong, Li Rutai and others enthusiastically followed the previous records to find the whereabouts of these ghosts and ghosts and confirm whether they were still in Chang'an.
Strange things happened...
According to records, many old residents who have lived in Chang'an for N years. It can be said that the old residents who moved in since the construction of the new city in the Sui Dynasty have now disappeared without a trace.
One or two may be called a coincidence, but if a dozen or two old residents are missing in a row, it can hardly be called a coincidence.
Although it is said that Kong Qing had the intention of poaching people to add to his Quanzhen sect when he came up with this registration bill, he was more interested in getting first-hand information about the ghosts and monsters in Chang'an so that he could gain merit and gain.
So this matter naturally attracted Kong Qing's attention, and then Kong Qing personally came forward to find Huai Dalang.
Otherwise, a mere sophora tree spirit that has not yet shed its shell and transformed into a good-for-nothing, a loser who can be killed by just sending a few woodcutters over during the day, is worthy of being personally won over by Xuanmen Gao Shiqing Weizi and beheaded with one sword.
They all think it has no merit value.
Unexpectedly, I actually found clues...
"Judging from the past of Huai Erlang, this old turtle always comes to Qinglongfang from the direction of Qujiangfang, which means that the old turtle's lair must be in the area near Qujiang Pond and Qujiangfang.
place."
Kong Qing put the little milk cat in his hand on his shoulder, then took out an ancient mirror from his arms and placed it in the air, bowing respectfully.
"Brother Jing, please give me a helping hand..."
"Buzzing..."
Gu Jing trembled slightly and let out a low groan, as if responding to Kong Qing's request.
"Thank you!"
After Kong Qing thanked him again, he stretched out a hand and put it on the mirror. The innate energy flowed along his arm and poured into the ancient mirror.
Buzz…
A burst of roaring dragons and tigers roared. After receiving the support of Kong Qing's innate true energy, the Yellow Emperor's ancient mirror instantly glowed with brilliance. As soon as the mirror turned, a clear light flashed from the ancient mirror, passing over Qu Qu like a searchlight.
The water surface of the river pool swept around from west to east.
After the mirror glanced around, some moving images suddenly appeared on the mirror.
Kong Qing looked over and saw that the mirror first showed a dark garden in the night, and then from far to near, showed a brightly lit tall building on the side of the garden. Then the mirror turned and showed the tall building.
There is an open door below. Inside the door is like a hall, with bright lights and more than a dozen tables on both sides.
Sitting at the main seat in the hall was a man dressed in civilian clothes who looked like a scribe. However, he was tall and muscular, and he looked more like a butcher than a scholar.
Behind the desks on both sides of the hall were people of various heights, short, fat, and thin. Some were wearing commoners, some were wearing fine clothes, some had deer heads and rat eyes, and some were extraordinarily handsome. Some were men and some were women. It was a gathering of all kinds of things.
After the picture on the mirror rotated around, it landed on a bald old man in black clothes below. Then the camera moved from far to near, giving a close-up of the bald old man.
"Brother Jing is really powerful!"
Kong Qing, who was floating in the air, nodded to the Yellow Emperor's Ancient Mirror to express his gratitude, then held up the ancient mirror with both hands, followed the induction in the ancient mirror, and flew through the air towards the east of Qujiang Pond.
To the east of Qujiang Pool is Furong Garden!
The history of this garden can be directly traced back to the Qin Dynasty, but it was not called Furong Garden at that time, but Yichun Garden. By the Han Dynasty, Furong Garden, together with Qujiang Pool, became part of the famous Shanglin Garden.
In the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, built Daxing City and enclosed Qujiang Pond and Furong Garden in Daxing City. Only then did Yang Jian officially rename this place Furong Garden, which became the royal garden of the Sui Dynasty royal family.
But obviously, the so-called royal gardens are not only used by the royal family!
In the tall building on the side of Furong Garden, a group of ghosts and ghosts were changing cups, eating and drinking, and talking about some things.
Wine table culture has never been the same throughout the ages!
Don’t you see, even if two locust trees meet and chat all day long, they have to prepare some food and wine to eat and drink...
"What Priest Bante said just now, I think it is impossible..."
The bald old man in black, the old turtle that Kong Qing was looking for, shook his head and said.
"Everyone here must have heard of the cruelty of the Taishi Bureau. This time, the opponent is on the surface in the name of getting a good demon certificate, but in fact, he is going to kill us. General Ban Yin is known to all of you, and he was deceived by the Taishi Bureau.
When I was applying for a good demon certificate, I was mercilessly killed, and hundreds of years of Taoism were wasted. It is really a pity and a sigh!"
"Ban Yin is dead?"
The person sitting at the top dressed as a scribe, Priest Bante, stopped holding the wine glass in his hand with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Two days ago, I met Ban Yin at the home of Ning Yinning. At that time, we had a night talk. Finally, I wrote a poem, 'It's nothing but sadness and peace, but ultimately a coward. If you meet Gong Weishou,
, "Tirun Xiangbeiming" was praised by Ning Chushi, saying that a certain person had a talent for relying on horses. As a result, Ban Yin was furious at that time, and said that he should not be a talent for horses, but a talent for ox... Alas!
"
Bante shook his head and poured the wine glass in his hand onto the ground.
"I never thought that after a long conversation, we would be separated forever!"
At this time, a Taoist priest in white squatting under the eaves showed no expression and flicked his fingers and threw out an identification technique.
Name: Bante
Race:Cow
Age: 720 years old
Past: A farmer plowed a cow. He accidentally ate a magical grass in the mountains and became enlightened. After realizing that the farmer wanted to sell himself to a butcher, he escaped at night and entered Zhongnan Mountain. He gradually practiced spiritual practice, shed his shell and transformed into a human body, and sneaked into Chang'an.
Study the classics of writing.
Now: I opened an elementary school as a virgin in Chang'an Nancheng and taught several children. I usually met some ghosts and ghosts. Some time ago, the god Taiyi was killed. When the virgin went to Taiyi Mountain to hunt for treasures, he accidentally discovered some Taiyi.
I used fine gold to enchant some gold. I bought some dishes today to entertain my ghost friends.
Future: During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, he was exposed and killed by passers-by after getting drunk.
Kong Qing seemed to find the name of the bull demon in front of him a bit familiar.
"Prince Te, Priest Te... Hey, isn't this the sidekick in Journey to the West? It turns out that his surname is not Te, but Ban. By the way, the old turtle just now also mentioned a man named General Ban Yin.
The guy was killed by Pindao. Could it be that General Ban Yin was a special agent and another supporting character who appeared in Journey to the West...
But when did Pindao kill General Yin? How come Pindao didn’t know it?"
In fact, what Kong Qing didn't know was that Special Agent and General Yin were originally the story of Ning Yin in Tang Dynasty Legends that Wu Cheng'en borrowed (copied), and Xiong Shanjun borrowed from another story.
"If you look at me personally, General Ban Yin will be dead if he dies..."
A stunningly beautiful woman in white with flushed cheeks held a wine glass in her hand and spoke swayingly.
"Relying on the power of his minions, that guy came to intimidate the slave family many times and wanted to do what he wanted. If Sergeant Bante hadn't spoken out and protected the slave family several times, I'm afraid the slave family would have been harmed by him. This guy is simply dead.
It’s not a pity, although the Taishi Bureau has done many evil things before, but this time the slave family must say that they killed well!"
"Yes, Mrs. Ma is right!"
An old and thin man next to him, dressed like a foreigner from the Western Regions, slowly raised his hand and clapped twice.
"It's not that I said bad things about General Ban Yin, but General Ban Yin did go too far. Not only Mrs. Ma, but also I was often invaded by him? Even if the Taishi Bureau killed him, I would be sad.
Feelings, but actually I feel a lot more relaxed..."
"An Zhigao, what do you mean?"
Before the barbarian from the Western Regions finished speaking, a small girl sitting below jumped up and stared at the barbarian from the Western Regions with a pair of red eyes.
"You just say what you say. What do you mean when a rabbit dies and the fox is sad? Did the rabbit eat your grass?"
"that is……"
Sitting opposite the little girl, a beautiful woman wearing a white fur coat also gave the Westerners a sidelong glance.
"How can we be sad when a rabbit dies? If there are no rabbits to eat, then there are camels. The humps are a rare treasure!"
"OK OK……"
Seeing the building tilting out of Chang'an, the old man in black at the beginning, that is, Lao Yuan, quickly stood up and waved his hands around.
"Whether General Ban Yin deserves to die or not is one thing, but it is another thing that he was killed by the Taishi Bureau for no reason. What we are discussing now is that the abominable Taishi Bureau deceived us in the name of obtaining a good demon certificate.
Don’t go off topic when it comes to carrying out actual executions!”
As soon as the Taishi Bureau was mentioned, all the monsters present shut their mouths and did not dare to say anything.
"Yuan Changshi's words are wrong..."
Finally, the special agent sitting at the top spoke.
"Of course the authority of the Taishi Bureau knows that since Qingxiazi Su Zhenren came to Chang'an, all the great monsters with more than a thousand years have left Chang'an, and no one dares to challenge them. I am weak and weak, even if the Taishi Bureau wants to kill me
Wait, what can we do? Do you still want to resist..."
"Of course not!"
Lao Yuan, known as Yuan Changshi, quickly waved his hand and explained.
"Of course, we don't dare to resist. With our weak abilities, we are afraid that resisting will only lead to death. But the world is so big and we can't fight, so why can't we still escape?"
After hearing what Lao Yu said, the spirits present nodded their heads. Obviously, this sentence still reached their hearts.
Lao Yu looked at the actions of these monsters present, and suddenly knew something about it, and said it with added jealousy.
"As you all know, a certain person is good at "Yi" and usually likes to make predictions. This time, I also made a prediction about the calamity of Chang'an. Do you know what the result of the prediction is?"
A bunch of spirits asked immediately.
"What?"
"Hmph..."
The old turtle twirled his whiskers with his hands, and then said it calmly.
"Shen Sheng died inside, and Chong Er was safe outside!"
"oh!"
After hearing what Lao Yu said, these monsters nodded one after another, seeming to be very moved.
At this moment, Lao Yuan suddenly felt a hand grasping his shoulder, as if it was an iron claw, and then a mocking voice sounded from his ear.
"Really? Yuan Changshi, your fortune telling is so accurate, have you ever calculated how long you can live?"