It is said that people stand up when they reach thirty. Zhao Ran thought about it for himself, does it count as standing up?
Zhao Ran came to the Ming Dynasty in the 11th year of Jiajing, entered the Taoist sect in the 12th year, and became an ordained Taoist priest in the 13th year. Then step by step, he became the Abbot Zhao of Baimayuan today.
From a spiritual point of view, the moment he received the ultimatum was actually like stepping into this special world. In eleven years, he went from knowing nothing to the current Huang Guan, which is almost perfect and cannot be considered the top one.
A group of people, but not mediocre.
From these two perspectives, it should be considered established. But as for starting a family and starting a career, he has no plans for the time being. The thirty-year-old peak Huangguan realm, the monk who is about to enter the Golden Core, is a young and promising monk.
At that time, now that he had a family and two cultivators, wouldn't he find a chain to tie him up? Unless the other party was Zhou Yumo, Zhao Ran might seriously consider it.
While daydreaming in the White Horse Courtyard, Zhao Ran received a flying talisman from his second senior brother and asked him if he was free and could he return to the mountain. Zhao Ran immediately agreed happily. It seemed that the senior brothers still cared about Pindao.
After returning to the mountain gate, he bumped into the second senior brother with a smile on his face. The second senior brother invited him to go to a square pavilion by the lake. He saw several figures in the square pavilion, including Pei Zhongning, Yang Zhiwen, and there was actually a spirit.
The other one, True Monarch Lang Yueying, turned out to be Senior Sister Zheng from the Wenqing Sect.
Zhao Ran hurriedly came forward to greet him, but it was Senior Uncle Lin who sent Senior Sister Zheng to inspect the mountain gate in order to prepare for the move.
A few people gathered in the square pavilion, and Zhao Ran was happily waiting for the next step. However, he had suffered a big loss in the party before. As the saying goes, you will gain wisdom if you fall into the same pit again.
Don't be a human being, so I just waited patiently and did not rush forward to give a "speech".
really……
This was just the first poetry gathering convened after Ling Lang Yueying and Yu Zhichuan got in touch. Yu Zhichuan mobilized his pen pals Pei Zhongning, Senior Sister Zheng, and Yang Zhiwen somehow got the news, and a few people got together and there was
When it came out like this, it turned out that Senior Brother Yu asked Zhao Ran "if he had time". This question was true and not a cliché...
Zhao Ran was in low spirits and was not in the mood to sing about the moon and the moon with these elegant people. After perfunctory for a while, he found an excuse and left. He hummed "The moon doesn't understand my heart" and left in despair.
I was wandering down from Maharaja Mountain when I suddenly received a flying talisman: "Guess where I am?"
Zhao Ran rolled his eyes: "Come to Songfan? Isn't it in my Maharaja Mountain?"
At the foot of Dajun Mountain, Zhao Ran saw Rong Niang after two and a half years of absence. He couldn't help but circle around Rong Niang several times, looking up and down.
"What are you looking at? Is there anything interesting to see?"
"Why do I feel that you look more and more like the same person?"
"Who?"
"You should have heard of my sister, Zhu Qigu, the one who married Master Chu Tian. Gee, not only do they look alike, but they also look alike! Especially the lazy look in her eyes... I remember the first time I met you.
When is it coming?”
"Eight years ago, I was asked to help by Senior Brother Dongfang when we wanted to arrest Master Zuo Yunfeng. By the way, has Senior Brother Dongfang returned to Yuhuang Pavilion? I contacted him, but he often ignored me..."
"Don't interrupt! What are you talking about? Tell me about your business! Don't you, the old man, say that you won't go down the mountain without forming a golden elixir? What's the matter, you have formed an elixir? So powerful? I'm so scared!"
"There are exceptions to everything! Come out to relax this time, and then go back to form the elixir. By then, you will really never leave the seclusion until the elixir is completed! Come on, come on, what is there to eat and do in Songfan? Let's be cool.
Take a walk!”
"Hey, it's been a few years, and this song and lyrics are still on people's lips? Did I bring my five thousand silver? If I don't, I won't accept you."
"Just look for money! It's getting more and more tacky!"
"What does that say? Those who have great money serve the country and the people!"
That night, Zhao Ran did not take Rong Niang into the mountain gate. He just set up a barbecue grill at the place where there is a spiritual spring in Dajun Mountain, and barbecued and drank with Rong Niang. Because he had received five thousand taels of silver, Zhao Ran was in a good mood.
, cheer up and teach Rong Niang the skills of setting up a stall.
"Turn it over frequently... yes... it's almost done, add salt and pepper... sprinkle less... give me one bunch... it's okay... one more bunch!"
"It's okay?" Rong Niang was unhappy: "I have been practicing hard for two years!"
"I bet you, the old man, have gone into seclusion to practice barbecue stalls?"
"Then I can't just meditate all day long, right? Isn't that what you said about combining work and rest?"
"Okay, so how far has your golden elixir been formed?"
Rong Niang thought for a while and said: "It will take shape soon."
Zhao Ranshu was surprised: "So fast? I remember you Huang Guan was only three years old, right?"
Rong Niang said with a hint of pride: "I am too slow. When we first met, I was already a Taoist priest. At that time, you were just a little Taoist priest, right? Now that you have been Huang Guan for three years, I am no longer a Taoist priest."
If I don’t need a snack, wouldn’t it be that I’m being chased by you?”
Zhao Ran glared: "How can you compare with me? You can't be too ambitious... Another skewer, chicken wings!"
"Tch! Why don't you ask why I came down the mountain this time?"
"Are you here to supervise the progress of my cultivation? Don't worry, I don't have that much free time to practice. I'm busy. There are so many important things waiting for me to do, such as golden elixirs and so on. I can't take care of it for the time being. Let's talk about it when I have free time.
"
"Can't you talk properly? I don't know who is turning thirty today? I am afraid that someone will forget such an important day, so I came here to remind you! Go on!"
"What? Huh?"
Zhao Ran took it and took a look, his eyes suddenly couldn't move.
A brocade bag that was exactly the same as what he saw in Dongfang Li's hand was now lying quietly in his palm, with fleeting light flashing from time to time. His spiritual consciousness tried to penetrate it, and a huge space appeared.
In his mind, it was ten times larger than his finger space!
"Storage bag?"
"Well. Didn't you say before that you wanted a large storage magic weapon like this? I found a way to get one for you. Let's play with it."
"Did I tell you that?"
"I mentioned it during the banquet at Junshan Temple back then, and I mentioned it twice later on about the flying talisman."
"Oh my, this is really... I just said this, you are really interested... How much money does this cost!"
Rong Niang rolled her eyes at him: "Vulgar! It's vulgar to the extreme. Is this your way?"
Although he was despised, Zhao Ran didn't mind at all. If being despised could bring such a good birthday gift, he would rather be despised every day.
Zhao Ran didn't know if this tip bag was the same as the one in Dongfang Li's hand that was said to be made by three heavenly masters and only three of the eight great masters worked together for half a year, but even if it wasn't, it was still a luxury worth at least five hundred thousand taels of silver.
Because even if money is difficult to earn, it can still be earned, and it is not easy to refine such a magic weapon - which is actually a magic weapon.
Speaking of which, the feeling of being knocked unconscious by money is really refreshing.