A thatched hut, a shrine for Laojun, and a pillar of burning incense.
A wooden bed, an earthenware teapot, and a paper window.
Lying on the bed was Zhao Ran, covered with a tattered quilt with countless patches sewn on it.
Slowly opening his eyes, Zhao Ran jumped up and stood up. He stared blankly at the room in front of him, lost his mind for a while, and then began to examine himself.
The mana in the sea of qi has been restored to its original state, except for the faint pain in the chest and back. That was where the old monk Guangzhen injured him. It was only because of the protection of the Lihuo magic robe that he did not suffer fatal wounds. Now I see
It's already great.
Looking back now, it is really dangerous. If you delay for a moment, your Qi sea will probably be directly broken by Guangzhen's phaseless water barrier. Although there are Sophora flavescens fruits that can repair the Qi sea, can it be restored to its original state? Is it guaranteed?
The realm is still unknown, it is really unknown.
He was wearing his own middle coat, and the Taoist clothes he usually wore outside were neatly folded beside the bed. They looked like they had been starched.
Zhao Ran had a sudden thought and quickly checked the storage ring. The ring was still there, and everything inside was not missing. The mutton-fat jade box containing the Lihuo Divine Robe was quietly placed in a corner of the space.
Opening the jade box, the divine robe of Lihuo was lying inside, but the light was dim and it was being warmed up by itself.
Zhao Ran let out a sigh of relief. This Lihuo Divine Robe is one of the three treasures of Huayun Pavilion. If it is damaged, I really don't know how to deal with it.
Then he took out the set of array disks from the ring, and found that there were also some problems. The luster of each sub-array disk was extremely dim, and there were three faint cracks visible in them. It was obvious that they were temporarily unusable and needed to go back to Elder Yan to repair them.
Zhao Ran took a copy of it between his eyebrows, and several flying talismans fell into his palm.
The first one is the flying talisman of the Oriental Rite: Come back, don’t take risks easily.
Zhao Ran was silent. This was the reply he sent to Dongfang Li Fei Talisman on the way to Zhe'er Mountain, but he didn't know why he only saw it now.
Next up are the Butcher and Rich Shen.
The butcher asked: Zhao Zhiran, have you escaped?
Rich Man Shen asked: Zhao Zhiran, I have contacted the butcher, how are you?
After seeing it, Zhao Ran breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if he could escape. But he didn't know what happened to Chang Wanzhen. He didn't have his contact information, so what should he do?
After thinking about it, I still had to ask the butcher and Rich Master Shen, so I sent the talisman to them. After a while, the reply from the two people came: Chang Wan was really dead.
Zhao Ran was stunned for a long time and issued the talisman again: What are your plans next?
The two replied: "Getting ready to go home. We just came out of the Jade Emperor Pavilion and answered Dongfang Li's inquiry. We escaped from death this time and don't plan to play anymore. Our cultivation level is too low and it's not safe to play. Let's break it first when we go back."
Master Jindan will say it again.
Zhao Ran smiled helplessly, these two finally realized that they were afraid. But is the golden elixir so easy to break? So he replied: I wish you two can break through as soon as possible!
Then it was Dongfang Li again: Where are you? How are you now? Are you injured? Dongfang Li must have received the news.
Zhao Ran sighed and didn't know what to say to Dongfang Li for a while.
Further down, there is the flying talisman of second senior brother Yu Zhichuan. There is too much content in it, including some small things that happened in various schools in Huayun Pavilion, his own comments, and who he has contacted recently.
Only one piece of news aroused Zhao Ran's interest - Zhu Meng was in seclusion again and wanted to attack Huang Guan.
Zhao Ran counted with his fingers. Zhumeng entered the Huayun Pavilion in the 14th year of Jiajing and became a disciple of Master Qiqiao Linliang. He entered the Taoist realm in the 15th year of Jiajing and entered the Taoist realm at the end of the 18th year of Jiajing. Until now.
It has been more than two years. Speaking of which, it took more than two years for him to become a Taoist, at least one or two years faster than others. He really lives up to his reputation for having excellent qualifications.
It has only been a year since I joined the Huangguan, will I be overtaken by him now?
Zhao Ran got out of bed, put on his Taoist clothes, and pushed out the door. He saw a bright spring outside. Under the sunshine, there was a small farmyard surrounded by fences. He was in the east wing.
There is also a main house to the north, and a kitchen house to the west opposite.
There are several reed chickens roaming freely in the courtyard, cooing and catching insects with their heads down.
There is no one in the courtyard. Through the half-person-high fence, you can see a three-acre rice field outside, in which rice seedlings have just fallen. A gurgling stream flows next to the rice field. It is surrounded by rolling hills.
Lush and peaceful.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of sheep braying, and I saw an old Taoist holding a long branch, driving more than ten goats around the foot of the mountain, looking to come this way.
This old Taoist looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, with wrinkles all over his face, but he moves very vigorously. He is dressed like a farmer, with his trousers and sleeves rolled up, dragging a pair of slit straw sandals. If not for the Tao on his head
With a bun and a Xiaoyao scarf, Zhao Ran couldn't tell that he was a Taoist.
"Little Taoist Priest, are you awake?" The old sheepherder came over and slapped Zhao Ran, so Zhao Ran confirmed that this man was really a Taoist, but he didn't know if he had a Taoist certificate or if he was a naturalized Taoist. But it seemed like he was a kind of Taoist priest.
The land is used for grazing sheep, so it's probably a bit overhanging.
Could it be that he is a layman who has resigned from Taoism? Zhao Ran didn't want to ask more about the identity of the Taoist, and he didn't care, so he returned the courtesy: "You are compassionate! What's your surname?"
The old Taoist chuckled: "My surname is Feng. You can call me Taoist Master Feng or Old Man Feng." As he spoke, he drove the sheep into the yard.
Zhao Ran asked: "Senior Feng, you must have saved me, right? I wonder where this place is?"
Feng Laodao picked up a wooden bucket and went out to fetch water from the stream. Zhao Ran quickly picked up another wooden bucket and followed closely to help.
"The Taoist priest has been lying there for three days. When I found you, Taoist priest, you happened to be drifting along the peach blossom stream past my door, so I hooked you up. This is the lower reaches of Hechuan River, more than a hundred meters north along the stream.
If you go further eastward along the stream, you will reach Ya'an."
Zhao Ran hurriedly said: "Senior Feng, I accidentally fell into the river while riding a donkey. Have you seen my donkey?"
Feng Laodao shook his head: "I didn't see it, I only saw yourself."
Continuously carrying water to fill up the big stone jar in the yard, Feng Laodao said again: "The Taoist Master has not had enough water and rice in the past few days. He must be very hungry. Stop working. You go inside and rest first. I will get it for you."
Go order something to eat.”
Feng Laodao went to the yard to catch a fat chicken under the firewood leaf, stewed a large pot of chicken soup for Zhao Ran, caught two fish from the Taohua Stream, cooked a bowl of wild vegetables, served two large bowls of rice, and immediately put it in the small bowl.
A table was set up in the courtyard, looking at the green mountains and green waters, listening to the crowing of chickens and the crowing of sheep, we had a delicious meal.
The old Taoist broke off a grass stem from his feet and said while picking his teeth: "Where did this come from, Mr. Xiao Taoist?"
Zhao Ran drank a large bowl of wild tea, smacked his lips, and rubbed his belly with satisfaction: "This meal is really delicious! Xiaodao is a Taoist priest from Wujiyuan in Guyang County. His surname is Zhao and his given name is Zhiran."
Feng Laodao nodded: "Why did you come all the way here?"
He reported his name, but the old man was still indifferent. Zhao Ran thought that he had probably resigned a long time ago, so he didn't feel like saying anything more. He just said: "Come to Ya'an for a business trip and do some things."
"Is the director in a hurry to go back?"
"Um...it's okay...what do you have to say, old man?"
Feng Laodao pointed to a paddy field across the stream: "I still have more than an acre of land that has not been planted with rice. Does the Taoist master have time to help?"
Seeing that the spring plowing was about to pass, he couldn't miss the farming season, so Zhao Ran picked up his old business, rolled up his trousers and went to the fields. Although he had Taoist skills, for some reason at this moment, he couldn't afford to use them at all.
Instead of thinking, I planted the seedlings steadily.
The two of them worked together and planted the seedlings before dusk. Looking at the neat seedlings in the field, Zhao Ran suddenly felt refreshed!