Advise Qingshan

It was a funeral procession, with a total of seventeen people. The front was wearing a dark Taoist uniform, tall and thin, with a spirit snake bun on his head, and a mask with a smiling face.

The mask was painted with pale white paint, only the cheeks were painted red, like a paper doll for offering sacrifices, it looked weird and scary.The two in the middle were holding white soul banners, the eight behind were carrying a pitch-black wooden coffin, and at the end of the line were six beating gongs and drums, all of whose faces were thickly smeared with white powder.

Ye Zhuo said, "That coffin is wrong."

Several people raised their eyes to see that the coffin looked very heavy, and the speed of the eight people carrying it was still very slow.The coffin was slightly shorter than ordinary people, dark in color, not painted but shiny, it was made of a single piece of expensive ebony.With Ye Zhuo's many years of experience in playing with rare treasures, he can guarantee that if these coffin bearers throw away the one in the coffin now, and then make the wood into beads and ornaments, they will be able to live comfortably tomorrow.

Jian Bai said, "This coffin is so short, is it a child?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Probably not. These coffin bearers are strong and strong men, but it is extremely difficult to carry them. There should not be a child in the coffin, unless the child is very tall, and his waistline must be greater than or equal to his. height."

Jian Qing clicked her tongue, "You don't have to be so strict, just say that you must be fat."

"It's not a fat child, but it's impossible to be a child at all, unless the coffin is square." Ye Zhuo said, "And I read Zhang Lingguan's brochure, all the children in Jingcheng who passed away recently were taken away, and the ones left behind Miss Song's family will definitely not be buried today, so who is this?"

Because Jian Qing was very scared, he squatted down and looked out from the gap between the legs of the other three standing in front.Glancing twice, hugging the left and right thighs, tugged at the pants of Ye Ju and Jian Bai, "Look, doesn't that one who beats the gong look familiar?"

Ye Zhuo pays attention to loose and comfortable clothes, and the belt is very loose. He almost tore off his pants. Xianjun's old face turned pale, and he kicked him lightly, asking him, "Where is it?"

Jian Qing stretched out his fingers from between his legs, and nodded towards the end of the line.

I saw that the person playing the gong was wearing a tall white hat, the hat was tilted halfway, and the tip of the hat just poked the top of the head of the person around him. Like pink, there is a color difference between the forehead and cheeks. If other people's appearance is an ordinary ghost, he is like a ghost beaten by a Taoist priest, with a stupid look on his face.

Ye Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "Is this Song Tingzhang?" After careful confirmation, he praised, "Unexpectedly, Young Master Song can beat the gong very well."

Jian Qing poked her head out, "Could it be that Miss Song is really in this coffin? Where are they going?"

Ye Zhu rubbed his chin, "I heard that the Song family's ancestral grave is in front, less than ten miles away, but I remember that according to the human world, a daughter who died young can't enter the ancestral grave. They think it's bad luck. Where can I carry it?"

He stepped up and wanted to go, "Come on, let's follow and have a look."

Wen Xing had already started walking, but suddenly stopped when he heard this.

He turned his head to look at Ye Zhuo, and suddenly said, "Human world?"

Ye Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat.

Besides gods and ghosts, who would call the place where they live day and night "the world"?

Ye Zhu laughed awkwardly, pretending to be stupid and said, "Yes, it's different from monks. You Xiaquan and Yishan are fairylands. The place where we mortals live is the world."

Wen Xing just looked at him, didn't speak, and didn't believe him at all.

In fact, Xianjun himself also knows that not only the logic of what he said is unclear, but also the expression on his face is easy to reveal, so before his face became hot, he directly pulled Wen Xing's sleeve, and he was sure that this cheap apprentice finally got angry and pulled The movements of the sleeves became more and more proficient, "Let's go, let's follow quickly. They are leaving."

Wen Xing pressed his hand, "Keep your voice down, don't get too close, that Taoist priest is not low."

Jian Qing appeared from behind, "Can the elder see what kind of monk this is? A demon cultivator?"

Wen Xing shook his head.

Ye Zhuo touched his chin. He had asked Wen Mang just now, but Ta Ling said he couldn't tell.This is a little strange, in terms of cultivation experience, this person and tower should be top-notch, but no one can see the details of this coffin-carrying monk.

This group of people carried a heavy coffin, but their destination was not someone's ancestral grave, they turned a corner and stopped in a temple.They sat around the coffin in the hall, and the first few even started to meditate, staring straight at the center, as if they were not surrounded by a coffin, but a Sichuan-flavored hot pot that was about to boil.

Wen Mang was so choked by the dust that he wanted to sneeze, and waved the air with his short legs, "What the hell is this place?"

Ye Zhuao said, "I don't know, I didn't see the plaque on the temple."

They took a closer look, and it seemed that the temple had once been full of incense and was very large, and it is not considered deserted now. Jian Bai wiped the huge incense burner at the door, and could still feel the residual heat of the incense.

The temple is in the shape of "Hui" from the air, with two layers of courtyard walls inside and outside, and a square space in the middle. The main hall and side halls are built between the two walls.The main hall is slightly higher, and half of the temple can be seen clearly when standing on it.Jian Qing moved his flying sword jumping up and down, and sent an invitation to Ye Zhu, who had no cultivation base, "Come up, I will take you up."

Ye Zhuo gestured for Jian Bai to hold down his younger brother who was very agitated when he came out for the first time, and raised his hand to pull Zhang Fu, "Think of you as the six doors to catch the thief, just go to the room casually, the next one is the big repair who doesn't know how to cultivate , if you, Elder Cedar, hadn't covered up your aura, others would have discovered you long ago."

Jian Qing tilted his head and said, "Then shall we wait at the door?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Of course not." He smiled slightly, "Let you see the methods of mortals."

He closed his eyes and muttered something silently, the spell in front of him automatically turned into ashes without wind, and at the same time a water mirror unfolded from the air like a scroll, just like the situation in the temple.

Song Zhangting followed them and stood in the corner, rubbing his back against the vermilion pillars in the temple. His clothes stuck to his back, and he was already sweating after walking for more than ten miles.

This young master studied the Analects of Confucius, Mencius, and Zhongyong University since he was a child. Although his studies were really not very good, he was beaten by his teacher when he was a child, and he probably rubbed his nose on the books.Although Daoist Daoist smashed through the roof in front of him and went straight up to the sky in a golden rooster's own way, he still didn't believe that the shapeless lump in the coffin of the Song Mansion was his sister.

So he turned out from home this afternoon, and it was nice to bump into the drums of someone looking for a funeral.The funeral customs in this area of ​​Jingcheng are quite special, and the wedding may not be as grand as the funeral. Ordinary people also like to find a team of drummers. Sometimes there are too many people, and there are not enough people for this area, so they go to the street to find them. People, Song Zhangting's music talent is extremely average, he can't learn anything, but he can beat gongs, seeing this coffin that is smaller than ordinary people, he couldn't help running over to follow it.

As a result, upon entering this temple, an inexplicable feeling suddenly rose.

The two middle-aged men standing next to him and in front of him beating their waist drums are both Jingcheng locals, surnamed Wang and Li, and they have met Song Zhangting a few times. Holding the coffin, the three of them rubbed their arms and huddled together to chat.

Lao Liu looked around and asked the people around him, "Who do you think this employer is?" He pointed to the person in charge, "Come to Layishan Niangniang Temple for us. She doesn't ask gods to worship Buddha. Sitting on the futon and not moving."

Only then did Ye Jue realize that the gaudy Buddha enshrined in the hall turned out to be Empress Yishan.

The person next to him interjected, "Yes, this is the temple of Empress Yishan. If we drag the coffin in, will there be any collision?"

The masked Taoist sat on the futon, motionless, never even blinking, if not for the occasional wind blowing of the hem of his clothes, he would have become a second statue in the hall.

Outside the hall, Jian Qing moved her numb feet and asked in confusion, "What kind of god is the Yishan Empress? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Ye Zhuo coughed.

To talk about the origin of the god Yishan Niangniang, it is even more outrageous than the Tota Li Tianwang at the top of the spring.

Because the prototype of this empress is actually the real master of Yishan, Guangyu Yuanjun.

Although this Lord Yuan is as famous as Ye Chongning, their status in the world is actually very different. Although Xianjun Chongning is well-known in the world of cultivating immortals, ordinary people don't know him very well, and they probably only saw him in Fengyue storybook name.But Guangyu Yuanjun was an official of the human court before cultivating immortality. He was also a teacher of the emperor. He was once a first-rank official.

Although Ye Zhuo couldn't understand what kind of operation this was, what was certain was that the Yuan Jun's ideal was to benefit the world and bring peace to all seas.Ye Zhuo's life ideal of eating, drinking and drinking is not on the same level at all.

Later, when he became an immortal, Guangyu Yuanjun often helped people who entered the world. The trapped people near Yishan often had him rescued, and they all worshiped him. .

Although they all give people a distorted image, Ye Zhuo is just getting old and ugly, this one directly changed his personality.

Jian Qing was dumbfounded, and muttered to herself, "It's really amazing."

Ye Zhuo felt a lot more balanced for a while.

I am also a fallen person in Tianya, and with the principle that my fellow Taoist will die with me and see who dies more miserable, Xian Jun suddenly wants to see how the statue of Yuan Jun is carved.

Their water mirrors were facing the kneeling Taoist nun. From Jian Qing's perspective, only one foot of the stone statue of Yishan Empress could be seen. Ye Zhuo slowly dragged the water mirrors towards the statue's face, and explained to Wen Xing and the others, "I heard that Guangyu Yuanjun looks very good-looking, I dragged the water mirror up to take a look."

Jian Qing cut it, "What kind of Yuanjun clay sculpture is this, can it still look as good-looking as our Chongning Xianjun when he was young?"

Ye Zhu who is always mentioned for inexplicable reasons "?"

——Wake up, kid, you don't even know what Xianjun looked like when he was young, do you?And why do you emphasize youth, he looks good even when he is old!

In fact, because Xiaquan and Changzhou Duyue are listed as the world's number one sect of cultivating immortals, it is expected that the founders of the two schools are always compared by their disciples, but Ye Jue did not expect that the comparison not only includes merit and character, but also his The face is also within the comparison range.

However, looking at the amiable and benevolent brows of the fairy statue on the top of the spring, like a face carved from a whole orange peel, Ye Jue felt that he would definitely lose.

So he swallowed a mouthful of blood, and patted the junior on the shoulder, "You should ask your suzerain to change the face of Xianjun first."

Wen Xing immediately frowned, and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Several people immediately lowered their heads and pretended to be obedient.

I don't know if it's a sympathetic heart, the Taoist girl didn't move for a long time, and as soon as Ye Juoshui mirror was removed, she stood up, and saw her wave the dust, wearing a mask that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, facing Song Zhangting and his group "Damn it," he ordered.

Ye Zhuo couldn't see his face, so he could only move the water mirror back. Everyone was holding the gongs and drums and looked at each other. After a group of old Liu tentatively asked, "Taoist, what are you talking about?"

Apart from the statue of Empress Yishan, there is really nothing to smash in this temple.

Although this statue is very different from Guangyu Yuanjun himself, it has been standing here for so many years, but it has been tacitly approved by the Changzhou Crossing the Moon Pavilion. Hit the face of the long boat crossing the moon.

Ye Zhuo thought, "It's interesting."

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Speaking of which, my friend showed me some clay sculpture powder in the fan circle, and wow, there are still some that surprised me.