Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Nine: Poor Dao Erzi is wrong, Lord Si Ming!
Unlike Chang'an, which is surrounded by eight rivers but built on a plateau, Luoyang City in the Tang Dynasty was built directly on Luoshui, dividing Luoyang City into two parts...
Rich areas and poor areas!
In the palace city on the north side of Luoshui and in places like Qinghuafang and Lidefang next to the palace city, most of the people living there are high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and in the Daodefang, Wenwenfang and other places on the south side of Luoshui.
The place is where ordinary residents of Luoyang City live.
The gap between rich and poor is very obvious!
A flying crane made of paper flapped its wings in the air, flew directly from the west along Luoshui into the Taoist workshop of Luoyang City, and arrived at the door of a low house that seemed to have only one entrance.
Then it flapped its wings gently and flew up and down around the door.
Shao Qing, the door opened by itself, revealing a gap!
The paper crane trembled, spread its wings and flew in from the door.
I saw that behind this low door was a very spacious courtyard. There was also a door in the courtyard that was slightly wider than the previous door.
The paper crane flapped its wings and flew into the second door.
Behind the second door is a gorgeous mansion, with a small bridge and flowing water, a dancing pavilion and a singing stage, and even a three-story balcony with gorgeous decorations and jewels.
But the strange thing is that standing outside the first door, you can't see all this at all.
A banquet is being held on the top floor of the building. The food is exquisite and the utensils are bizarre. Even if you are a prince or aristocrat, the house of bells and cauldrons is nothing more than this.
Sitting on the main seat is a Taoist priest who is in his twenties and has a handsome appearance. He is wearing a cloud crown and Xia clothes. Next to the Taoist priest, there is also a female Taoist priest with extraordinary appearance in Xia clothes. On both sides of them.
There are also thirty to fifty handsome jade boy maids waiting on him.
Sitting in the guest seat was an official in Tsing Yi. He seemed to be a little drunk. He was holding a wine glass and looking at the host with undisguised envy in his eyes.
"Erwazi, you are really amazing now!"
Hearing his guest's simple address, the Taoist priest in his twenties who was sitting at the main seat coughed lightly and replied seriously.
"Brother Yuan Gui, Pindao has been born. You should stop using these worldly names. Just call Pindao Si Mingjun!"
"Oh! When we were playing together when we were kids, didn't He always call me that? I'm used to it..."
The green-clothed official waved his hand and said carelessly.
"I said Erwazi, I only knew that your family has been Taoist priests for generations, but I didn't expect that being a Taoist priest and becoming an immortal would have such benefits. Look at your lady's appearance, even the nine-day fairy is not as good as it. There are also these
Fairy Tong Yuannu... Sigh! If I had known earlier, I would have followed you to learn Taoism when I was young."
"hehe……"
The Taoist priest smiled slightly at the female Taoist priest beside him, and then shook his Xiayi, which instantly shone with brilliance and made the official in green blink in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Yuan Gui, you are destined to enjoy wealth and honor in the world. Even if a poor man is willing to help you, there is nothing you can do... Huh?"
Just as the Taoist priest was speaking, Brother Yuan Gui, an official in Tsing Yi, saw a puzzled look on his face. Then he saw him reaching out and waving toward the window, and then a crane made of folded paper fluttered from the outside.
The ones flew in and circled around the Taoist priest.
Si Mingjun raised his hand, and the paper crane flew into his hand obediently. The Taoist shook his hand slightly, and the paper crane turned into a pile of letter paper.
While brother Yuan Gui was still marveling at the Taoist priest's series of operations, the Taoist priest had already read the letter at a glance, and then casually handed the letter in his hand to the female Taoist priest beside him.
The female Taoist priest covered her lips and smiled lightly, took the letter from the other party, looked at it casually for a few times, and stuffed the letter paper into her sleeve.
"Erwazi...that's not right, Mr. Si Ming!"
Brother Yuan Gui first shouted out a habit, and then after seeing the Taoist priest above looking at him, he hesitated and changed the title.
"What's going on?"
"Little things!"
The Taoist priest waved his hand lightly.
"A fellow Taoist from Pindao wrote a letter saying that he wanted Pindao and his wife to go to Chang'an to do him a favor..."
"oh!"
Brother Yuan Gui said with a look of envy.
"It turns out that it is so convenient for you practicing people to communicate..."
"Not everyone is like this..."
The Taoist priest adjusted his Xiayi again intentionally or unintentionally, and the reflected light stung the eyes of the Qingyi official again.
"If you want to communicate like this, you can't do it without a certain amount of magic power."
"oh……"
The Tsing Yi official clicked his tongue twice, then glanced at the maid Yutong next to him, with envy in his eyes, then he picked up the wine glass and poured a glass of wine into his mouth.
"Two... Mr. Si Ming, look at you and your wife sitting together, does it look like you are a bit alone?"
"oh?"
The Taoist priest looked at the female Taoist priest, then looked at the Qingyi official with a smile, and then heard the female Taoist priest say in a soft voice.
"Since Brother Yuan Gui is your old acquaintance, it's really not good for him to sit there alone. What do you think, husband?"
"What the lady said is absolutely true!"
The Taoist priest nodded and said to the official in green.
"Brother Pindao and Yuan Gui are close friends. I can't let you sit alone. Someone is here!"
Following the shouting, a man in black walked out of the hall and raised his hand towards the Taoist priest.
"Please order!"
After seeing the man in black appear, Si Mingjun waved his hand and said with a smile.
"Go and invite a beautiful lady to accompany Brother Yuan Gui."
"yes!"
After the man in black agreed, he turned around and left the hall. Not long after, a girl wearing pink clothes and covering her face with sleeves came in from the outside.
"Report to Mr. Siming, we have been brought here!"
"good!"
Si Mingjun and the female Taoist priest looked at each other, smiled, and pointed at the official in blue.
"Go and sit next to Brother Yuangui!"
The woman in pink didn't say anything. After Yingying bowed down, she walked towards Tang Yuangui's case.
Seeing this woman getting closer and closer, Tang Yuangui couldn't help but have a look of curiosity on his face. He turned sideways, poked his head, and looked under the sleeves of the woman in pink...
"What?"
After seeing the face of the woman in pink, Tang Yuangui screamed and fell to the ground.
"Madam! Why is it you..."
"Hahaha……"
After hearing Tang Yuangui's words, Si Mingjun patted his thigh and laughed. The female Taoist priest next to him covered her mouth with her sleeves and her shoulders were also moving.
"Of course, brother Yuan Gui, we are having a family dinner today. Who do you think Pindao will invite besides your wife?"
Tang Yuangui looked at his married wife who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, and instantly sat upright.
"Of course, I am a close friend of you and Mr. Si Ming. We have a good relationship with each other. Naturally, I should let the lady of the family know me..."
"..."
Kong Qing, who had just wandered around outside but couldn't find Song Xuanbai at all, just fell into his yard from the air and saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard sitting in his usual place, holding his own
Teapot, drinking your own Longjing tea.
After seeing Kong Qing, the old Taoist priest pointed to the guest seat opposite with a calm expression.
"Come on, Qingwei, sit down!"
Kong Qing blinked silently.
This Medicine Prince really doesn’t regard himself as an outsider now…
"Master Sun..."
However, Kong Qing did not sit down, but first raised his hand and saluted the old Taoist sincerely, and then sat down at the position pointed by the old Taoist.
"You are not going to rest so late. Is there something urgent?"
"It's still Fu Yi's business!"
Sun Simiao twirled his beard with his hand, with an inquiring look on his face.
"Qingwei, do you have any medicine in your hand that is more effective than the healing potion?"
After hearing Sun Simiao's words, Kong Qing blinked silently.
Of course there are better medicines than the Little Red Bottle. After all, in addition to the Little Red Bottle that was taken out for Sun Simiao's study, Kong Qing also had a Big Red Bottle and a Purple Bottle that could bring the dead back to life after one bottle.
But the problem is that he has no intention of using it for Fu Yi...
"how?"
Kong Qing didn't say that he had it or that he didn't have it. Instead, he picked up the teapot, filled Sun Simiao with another cup of tea naturally, and replied lightly.
"Does the healing potion have no effect on Fu Yi?"
"Of course there is..."
Sun Simiao picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, and answered very honestly.
"In fact, if it weren't for the healing potion, Fu Yi would have died a long time ago. But the problem is that the nun's sword directly cut through Fu Yi's heart. The remaining healing potion in the old Taoist hand was not enough to fully recover the wound.
But it seems that seasoned medicines are not very effective for these internal organ injuries.”
Kong Qing curled his lips silently in his heart.
Nonsense, if you plan to use the small red bottle that treats minor injuries as a purple bottle, it is definitely impossible. The upper limit of the amount of blood added is not enough.
Kong Qing picked up the teapot and filled another cup for Sun Simiao, then put down the teapot and spread his hands towards Sun Simiao.
"I'm really sorry. Pindao has given you all the micro-healing potions. Now Pindao actually has no more micro-healing potions in his hand."
"well!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Sun Simiao had no doubts and sighed.
"Yes, there shouldn't be many magical medicines like healing potions. Could it be that this is Fu Yi's doom?"
"That's not necessarily the case!"
Kong Qing looked at Sun Simiao with a meaningful smile on his lips.
"It is true that Pindao has no way to cure Fu Yi's injuries and revive him, but there are a few ways to prevent Fu Yi from dying..."
"Keep him alive?"
As soon as Kong Qing finished speaking, Sun Simiao immediately grasped the key points of Kong Qing's words.
"Qingwei, what do you mean by immortality?"
Kong Qing looked at Sun Simiao with a smile on his face and raised three fingers.
"The immortality mentioned by Pindao has three choices: upper, middle and lower..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Sun Simiao already stroking his beard with his hand and answered without hesitation.
"What's the best solution?"
"This is a bad idea...wait!"
Kong Qing looked at Sun Simiao with a depressed look.
"Master Sun, shouldn't you be asking questions from the bottom up at this time? Just ask Shangce directly what's going on?"
Sun Simiao did not return to Kong Qing's words, but stroked his beard with his hand and looked at him with a smile.
After being stared at by Prince Yao for half a minute, Kong Qing finally gave in.
"Well, the best way is for me to use the power of Laojun to canonize Fu Yi as a god. Then his soul can leave his current body and use his divine power to reshape himself into a godly body. But the downside is that he may not be able to
I continued to fight against the monk in the court."
"oh!"
Sun Simiao nodded and then asked.
"Then what's the middle strategy?"
"The middle strategy is for Pindao to use Laojun's help to seize the body of a damn mountain spirit and water monster for Fu Yi, so that he can live again as a monster or elf. But in this case, he must give up his human identity
…”
"oh!"
Sun Simiao nodded again, then stood up, turned and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.
"Let me go and ask Fu Yi himself for his opinion before we talk."
Kong Qing blinked and looked at Sun Simiao's leaving figure with some depression.
"Master Sun, you haven't asked me what to do?"
"No need to ask what to do next..."
Sun Simiao's voice came from outside the courtyard.
"Anyway, even if I asked, Fu Yi would definitely not choose it."