Chapter 80 [The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves]
Early the next morning, Huo Yazi bid farewell to Mr. Qian.
Qian Linhong, a senior official, originally wanted to send a steward and two boys to accompany him.
However, Huo Yazi declined on the grounds that he was used to freedom and didn't like having people around him.
Just in time for the new owner of the village, Liu An, to say goodbye and return to the village, he asked Liu An to drive Lao Dao all the way back.
Liu An drove cautiously and carefully along the way, fearing that a rash move would cause the old god to rain down a thunderbolt, or break through the carriage with a sudden burst of speed, driving up into the auspicious clouds.
These were all obtained from the old farmers when he first entered the village.
Fortunately, this time he was driving an ox cart. Although the speed was slower, it was much more stable than a horse-drawn carriage.
He was so attentive to serve, but now Huo Yazi found out everything about the village.
The master and apprentice in the carriage looked at each other in astonishment and were speechless.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to escape from Zhuangzi, so why did so many things happen?
Not to mention that the Dragon King Temple was converted back into a mountain temple, there is also a Que Gong Temple in front of the village.
And from what Xinzhuangtou said, the Que Immortal enshrined in Que Gong Temple and I are still fellow Taoists?
We two helped Grandpa Jin fight off the fake Dragon King?
What the hell are these?
The heads of Huo Yazi and Feiyan, one old and one young, were suddenly filled with question marks.
Even Huo Yazi once considered whether to jump off the bus midway and leave quietly.
In this way, the car was squeaking all the way back to Qingluo Village. The head of the village parked the car at the entrance of the village and helped Huo Yazi out of the car.
The old Taoist squinted at the newly built Que Gong Temple in front of him, and asked Liu An to drive into the village first.
After sending Liu An away, he quietly took out a small section of the broken ebony sword while Fei Yan was not paying attention.
No response.
"..."
Huo Yazi couldn't tell whether he felt disappointed or relieved at this moment.
The old Taoist did not enter the main hall rashly, but led Feiyan in circles outside the ancestral hall.
When I turned to the back of the ancestral hall, I saw a thatched house surrounded by a fence, and there was a wild vegetable field next to it.
There is someone in the room, but they can’t be seen carefully.
"Cough, cough."
The old man coughed three times, one long and two short.
Feiyan understood immediately and carefully walked to the fence. The little old Taoist had sharp eyes and recognized the little girl from Qian Duofu's family in the house at a glance. He ran back to the old Taoist to report.
Xianglian heard the sound of footsteps outside, walked out of the door, and saw that it was the old immortal master and apprentice, she smiled sweetly and said a blessing.
"Old fairy, little fairy is well."
Hearing Xiang Lian's greetings, Cheng Yu, who was nestling on the beam in the hall, stood up just after returning from sleep.
The fellows are here.
He jumped to the window sill in a few steps, spread his wings and flew out of the temple, landing on the roof of the ancestral hall.
There was also a big orange cat nesting on the roof. Ever since Karen saw her in the palace that day, Jia Fei never wanted to sleep in the palace again.
She didn't want to be seen by Xianglian all the time, but she also didn't want to live in the Sanxian Temple behind the village, so she simply slept on the roof of the temple.
After breathing out the moonlight, I just lay down and went to sleep.
Cold?
Doesn't exist.
At this time, a sparrow and a cat were lying on the roof. Jia Fei saw the old Taoist with a complicated expression on his face. He seemed to think of the sentence "Noisy as a woman" again, rolled his eyes, turned his head and dozed off on the roof. p>
Cheng Yu looked at the old Taoist master and apprentice at his feet, and after exchanging greetings with Xiang Lian, the two turned back to the door of the ancestral hall and stopped in front of the stone tablet engraved with the will of the golden salamander to kill the dragon.
"So that's it...Behead the dragon in anger, behead the dragon in anger..."
The old Taoist murmured to himself.
In this case, the man in black who appeared that night must be the evil dragon.
The old Taoist continued to read the entire inscription, and felt immediately relieved.
If what is said in this inscription is true, the evil dragon has been eliminated and there is no hidden danger in this place.
In this case, it doesn't matter if we have a golden body... Haha, it doesn't matter.
Huo Yazi, who was in a good mood, was only thinking about what he was thinking. He just didn't recognize that the inscription was in thin gold. He just thought it looked familiar at first sight, but he didn't pay attention to it.
If there was no one around him at this time, he would want to enter the ancestral hall while humming a tune.
Hmm?
I looked up suddenly and saw the statue of the main deity in the temple. My first impression was: Why does this guy look so familiar?
But I can’t tell who it looks like, or where I’ve seen it before.
Maybe when the bankers made the statue, they just compared it with the face of a popular handsome guy.
According to the story about the Golden Salamander Killing the Dragon, this person in the temple must have great magic power if he can help the mountain god in this place get out of trouble.
Although he is known as an old god, he knows his own affairs well, so he still has to be careful with such beings who have shown miracles.
He put the baggage he brought with him on the ground next to him. He wanted to ask Xianglian for three sticks of incense, but then he thought again, I am also an old immortal in this village, and I am on the same level as this sparrow immortal. It may not be appropriate to offer incense.
So he bowed his hands and bowed three times without offering any incense.
Behind him, Fei Yan saw what was happening, and he followed suit. After giving the salute, he turned around and came behind Lao Dao.
The old Taoist master and apprentice walked out of the ancestral hall. After Liu An put away the car, he also turned back to pick up the old immortal.
Huo Yazi proposed to visit the Three Immortals Temple at the rear of the village, so Liu An asked Xiang Lian to go to the rear of the village together.
The villagers heard that the old immortal was back. Later, the Liu An clan was fine. The old villagers with foreign surnames who originally stayed in the village were all excited with tears in their eyes, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Huo Yazi and Feiyan knelt down in front of them, their faces turned crimson with shame, and they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
The old Taoist's old face was dark and red, and he really couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly helped Feiyan to help the others up.
All the farmers stood up, wiped their noses and tears, and gathered around Huo Yazi and Feiyan to the Sanxian Temple.
"Master, master, is that me?"
Feiyan pointed at the young heroic Taoist priest on the right side of the three statues and asked.
The old Taoist took one look at the tablet and found it really ridiculous.
"Alas!"
Fortunately, I left in time.
The old Taoist sighed softly. He heard the villagers talking about it on the road just now. At that time, his master and apprentice teamed up with the bird fairy to fight against the evil dragon, and the fight was earth-shattering.
In the end, the dragon was beheaded in anger, and even a big hole was dug into the main hall, and the fake Dragon King statue was shattered to pieces.
The old man raised his head and took a look at the ceiling. There were obvious signs of new repairs on the middle piece.
Well, it must be true.
Most likely, the mysterious man in black was beheaded by the Bird Immortal after his master and apprentice left the palace. Otherwise, why didn’t the article about Golden Salamander Killing Jiao not mention my master and apprentice?
That’s right.
If you mention the two of us, that would be a real hell.
That night, the master and the apprentice stayed overnight in the villa, still living in the courtyard where Qian Duofu entered.
Liu An originally disliked the courtyard as being old and unlucky, so he wanted to build a new courtyard.
I just entered the village and haven't made a penny yet, so I have to endure it and live here for the time being.
The master and apprentice still live in the main house in the front yard, while Liu An's family lives in the backyard.
Huo Yazi still has a good feeling about this yard. After all, after sleeping in the open air for a while, he rested here for a week, and the memories are full of beautiful scenes.
At the banquet that night, Liu An and several of his closest relatives greeted Huo Yazi.
Liu An asked him if he was taboo about meat and fish. The old Taoist glanced at the plate of bacon on the table and said:
"Food and wine pass through the intestines, but morality remains in the heart."
He pointed to the side and said non-verbally:
"He is a vegetarian."
Feiyan stared at him but did not dare to refute in person.
Liu An understood immediately and asked everyone to toast to the old god.
Just after ten days of drinking, Liu An’s wife came in with a newly burned charcoal basin and said:
"The dark clouds on the mountainside became dark in the afternoon, and now it is really snowing as heavy as goose feathers."
When everyone heard this, they looked outside the house, and sure enough, there were snowflakes covering the sky.
The old Taoist looked at the snowy scene, drank warm wine, and ate bacon. He felt that it was quite elegant, so he accepted everyone who came to propose a toast, and everyone praised him for his generous amount.
Cheng Yu, who was on the roof outside the house, listened and smiled in his heart.
In his previous life, the fat man was over 1.8 meters tall and weighed around 200 kilograms. Liquor weighed one kilogram. This ancient fruit wine, which had a higher alcohol content than beer but had a limited content, was no problem for him.
The old Taoist had a cup on the left and a cup on the right, drinking and chatting with the dealers.
When the topic of the tragic death of the former village boss Qian Duofu came up, the drunken old man couldn't help but compose a poem:
"The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves,
Conspiracy against impermanence and death without knowing it.
Good and evil will be rewarded in the end,
Just try to come early or come late."
"Okay!"
"Okay!"
"As expected, the old immortal has a profound teaching and a well-spoken way of speaking."
The dealers kept cheering, and the old man took a sip of wine with a happy face.
Cheng Yu outside the house chuckled in his heart, Ming Xianji can still carry this guy.
Jia Fei on the side felt that these four lines of poetry were quite reasonable, and he couldn't help but respect this old immortal.
I drank until half past the second watch that night, and the snow outside the house was as deep as my calves.
The bankers who were accompanying the wine bid farewell to the old god one after another, supported each other shoulder to shoulder, and walked towards their respective homes through the snow.
It's completely white outside, and you can see clearly without using a torch.
Cheng Yu and Jia Fei leaned together and nestled on the roof of Zhuangtou's house. The big orange cat had fallen into a deep sleep. It was snowing heavily tonight, the sky was full of dark clouds, and there was no moon.
There are several series of footprints on the snow, extending outward from Zhuangtou's house.
Those were the fresh footprints left by the bankers who were accompanying the wine when they went home in the snow just now.
Two of them walked hand in hand, humming a small tune and walking crookedly forward.
"It's getting dark in the first watch...
Reach out and touch the tip of Miss’s nose..."
When the two of them were getting excited about singing, they suddenly saw something standing in the middle of the road ahead.
The two walked to the front, and taking advantage of the vast snow all around, they could see clearly what was blocking the road.