Early the next morning, the news spread that Qingjing Temple had turned into a mountain.
Everyone has different opinions. Some people say that the old monk Mo Yun became a Buddha. Before leaving, he specially turned the temple into a mountain for future generations to pay homage to.
Some people also say that a hundred years ago, Qingliang Temple itself was a mountain, and it was turned into a temple after someone used magical powers.
Now that a hundred years have passed, the magic has lost its effect. What it was like before is what it is like now.
"My third aunt's second uncle's nephew is a vegetable farmer who delivers vegetables to the temple. I heard from him that Qingjing Temple used to be a mountain temple, but a high-ranking old monk came and made a bet with the mountain god.
The temple was won and a monk's temple was built on the site.
What a bad monk! Liu Bei must have borrowed money from Jingzhou and never repaid it! As a result, last night, the two sides were fighting in the temple, and there was only a crackling sound. Guess what!"
"What's wrong?"
"It didn't work. When the mountain god got angry, he slapped the temple with his backhand, just like Tathagata Buddha slapped the monkey. He slapped a huge mountain on top of the temple."
"No, if it closed with a click, why didn't we hear anything?"
"That's right, if a mountain falls from the sky, it won't cause the earth to shake. I didn't go to bed until midnight last night, and there was no movement at all."
"Hey, do you think it's me or you who say it? Let's see, each one of you has become a capable person, right?"
In the restaurant, everyone was changing glasses, talking about Qingjing Temple.
Wang Xu was sitting on the second floor and heard the conversations of the people around him. He smiled and said: "I have only been sitting here for a few minutes and I have already heard three or four versions. How do you know whether these people have finished their farm work at home?"
This is bragging!”
"What's going on in the Qingjing Temple? Although the old monk Mo Yun is dead, his disciples are all here, so there's no need to disperse, right?" Ye Zhiqiu asked boredly, sitting opposite Wang Xu.
Wang Xu shrugged, lay on the chair and said: "I really know this. When I came back yesterday, I happened to encounter them blocking the mountain gate and going to Xiangguo Temple to take refuge. According to the wishes of those disciples, Qingjing Temple
It seems that we have to wait for Monk Mo Yun to return before opening it, and it is said that Monk Mo Yun told us to do it."
"Okay, now it's interesting. If you ask me, Old Monk Mo Yun probably has a lot of enemies outside. This is because he is afraid that his disciples and disciples will not be able to defend the temple." Ye Zhiqiu clicked his tongue. He drank a sip of tea and gave
Wang Xu had an expression that I had all guessed.
Wang Xu was noncommittal. Zen Master Mo Yun was born in Xiangguo Temple. It would be too false to say that he believed there were powerful enemies and that he could not defend a pure temple.
Xiangguo Temple is such a big sign. How many people dare to disturb Tai Sui? Aren't they afraid that the younger ones will be beaten by the older ones?
"Scholar, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"
Looking up, Wang Xu suddenly discovered that Ning Caichen had been sitting here for a long time, saying nothing and looking like he was worried.
"Hey!" After hearing Wang Xu's words, Ning Caichen sighed, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and choked with sobs: "Xiaoqian is gone..."
"gone?"
Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "She was reincarnated?"
Ning Caichen nodded while crying, with tears and runny nose, and said sadly: "Xiaoqian said that humans and ghosts have different paths, and being with me is hurting me. In order not to hurt each other, she reincarnated before dawn."
It’s no joke that humans and ghosts have different paths, because humans belong to Yang and ghosts belong to Yin. People can’t stand the ghost energy of ghosts. If they stay together for a long time, they will be plagued by various diseases at worst, and risk losing their lifespan in worst cases.
Unless Nie Xiaoqian becomes a ghost fairy, or Ning Caichen abandons literary studies and takes the path of Maoshan's Immortal Sect, their love will not have a good outcome.
Even joining the Qingxian Sect is not safe. Although the Qingxian Sect is one of the Maoshan Taoist lineages, it is also known as the most difficult lineage to achieve enlightenment.
No one can tell clearly that it is difficult to become a great person in the lineage of immortals. Is it because I am not good at cultivation, or is it because I have been dealing with ghosts and gods for a long time and my luck has been ruined.
"It's okay to be separated. Love and love are not suitable for us. We all say that love is stronger than gold. Is there any sword that is stronger?" Ye Zhiqiu watched the excitement without fear of trouble. He peeled the peanuts on the table and said with an indifferent expression:
"Come on, don't mention this anymore, drink, drink is the real thing."
"Do you think I am you? The sky is like a quilt and the ground is like a bed, and a sword goes everywhere. There is no tomorrow but today." Ning Caichen was very angry. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass. When the wine was full, he drank it.
I was choking and coughing repeatedly.
"Hey, do you know how to drink? This is 15 years of shochu. It's a waste for you to drink it." Ye Zhiqiu grabbed the jug distressedly. For a person who loves wine, spoiling the wine is spoiling him. Do you want to drink it?
He would ignore him if he scolded him, and he would never touch his wine.
"Isn't it just wine? Let me drink it to my heart's content. I won't feel uncomfortable when I'm drunk." Ning Caichen went up to fight with Ye Zhiqiu, hoping to use wine to relieve his sorrow and dilute the pain of separation.
Seeing the two pushing each other and competing for a bottle of wine, Wang Xu smiled unkindly: "They say two dogs fight for a bone, and dogs won't give in. You two are about the same, right?"
"It's almost the same, but it's much different. Can a dog drink alcohol? Does it know what it means to live drunkenly and dream of death?"
Ye Zhiqiu was young and strong. As he spoke, he pushed Ning Caichen away and started blowing on the spout of the wine pot.
After blowing through half the pot in one breath, he put down the pot and exhaled: "Good wine, really good wine. If I drink this kind of wine every day, even if I die in the hands of a monster, I won't feel like I'm at a loss."
"As long as you have enough good wine and good food here, it depends on whether you want to stay or not." Wang Xu said without raising his head as he ate the food and wine.
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head repeatedly. He just said casually and waved his hands: "Don't take it seriously. I am a monk and want to be quiet and inactive. If I pursue wealth all day long, wouldn't I be the same as you?"
"What's wrong with me? What I read was a sage's article, which wrote about the great righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period. Confucius said..."
When Ning Caichen was halfway through his words, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't stand it anymore, so he tore a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, laughing and scolding: "Shut up, you, what are you studying for? Isn't it just to get promoted and make a fortune? I'm a common man like you."
After seeing too much, Huanzi said, "You are a big-headed ghost."
A scholar and a Taoist priest, there is no barrier between laughing and scolding.
Wang Xu looked at it and shook his head secretly. Ning Caichen was so shy when they first met him, but now that they are familiar with him, he has taken off the mask on his face, and he actually looks a bit rogue.
Sure enough, aloofness and all that are all fake, few people can be aloof among acquaintances.
Tap tap tap...
While they were laughing and joking, the sound of walking quickly on the stairs came from outside the box.
Wang Xu raised his head slightly. The sound of footsteps was heavy, but the sound of breathing was inaudible. The person who came was a master.
"I have a humble position, Fuzhou Jinyiwei Qianhu Zuoquan. I just came back from the capital today. I came here specifically to see you. I wonder if it's inconvenient for you?" The footsteps stopped outside the box, but the sound resounded in the ears of Wang Xu and others.
It was as if someone was talking on my shoulder.
"Zuo Qianhu!"
Wang Xu's heart moved slightly, but his face remained calm and he said calmly: "Come in."
Click...
The box opened, and a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, carrying four knives on his back and a resolute look, walked in.
The moment he saw this person, Wang Xu felt a little clearer. The Zuo Quan and Zuo Qianhu here were indeed the Zuo Qianhu in the movie.
"My lord is so young!"
The moment he saw Wang Xu, Zuo Quan was also stunned.
When he was in the capital, upon hearing the news of Jiang Tianchen's death, Zuo Quan started to make plans, trying to move from his position as a Qian household.
As a result, within a few days, the old officer who had been secretly promoting him, Master Meng, the Jinyiwei Town Governor, told him that he didn't have to work hard because the position of Fuzhou Town Governor was already occupied.
When Zuo Quan heard the news, he was shocked and asked repeatedly who was the envoy.
Mr. Meng was vague, just shook his head and refused to say a word.
Zuo Quan had always thought that the person who picked the peaches was an old man with gray hair who had been sitting in the Qianhu position for half his life.
Looking at it now, I think this is too young. Zuo Quan asked himself, when he was in this grade, he was still complacent about being a member of a hundred households.
"Why, are you unwilling to see me so young?" Wang Xu raised his head slightly, his eyes full of teasing.
Hearing this, Zuo Quan shook his head and replied: "Since the superior has chosen you, it means that Zuo is not as good as others in terms of skills, so there is nothing to be reconciled to."
"Oh, the truth?"
Wang Xu was a little surprised. He was used to seeing protagonists who shouted that their fate was up to them, but in fact they couldn't afford to lose. This kind of people who dared to admit defeat became a breath of fresh air.
"Zuo Mou is not lying. I came here this time to firstly see your lord and know who my boss is, and secondly to report to your lord the arrangements of the court."
When Zuo Qianhu said this, he took out a document from his arms and whispered: "I have been ordered to build Cihang Hall for the Imperial Master in the southern coastal area to facilitate the Imperial Master to come to the south to lecture. This is the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Husbandry."
, an official letter issued by Lord Meng of Wei Suo."
"Build Cihang Hall!"
Wang Xu took the official letter and glanced at it. He looked at the big seal on it and thought to himself: "Pudu Cihang is on a southern tour to teach the Dharma. Isn't this the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story 2? Could it be that A Chinese Ghost Story 2 is about to begin?"