Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 149: Auspicious

The others at the banquet were still exchanging cups and cups, while King Jin quietly walked to his teacher Li Mu Shu.

"Teacher, my brother seems to have made my father unhappy tonight, so he came to my place temporarily..."

"Hush...His Royal Highness King Jin, stop talking. Just pretend you don't know."

Li Mu Shu looked over there in the direction of the emperor, and his words were soft but heavy. King Jin believed him very much.

"By the way, are Yin Jieyuan still used to eating at this king's family banquet?"

The King of Jin faced Yin Zhaoxian on the other side of Li Mu Shu. At least on the surface, he was not very restrained at this moment. He quickly put down his chopsticks and handed over to the King of Jin.

"Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness. It's delicious food and wine, but this stool is still very hot..."

Seeing that Yin Zhaoxian was still able to joke, King Jin also nodded with a smile.

"Yin Jieyuan, don't be cautious. Both the government and the public in the capital know my temperament. None of the friends I invited have important official positions. They are not considered to be forming a party for personal gain. You are currently white, so it is certainly not considered."

When these words came out of King Jin's mouth, Yin Zhaoxian's back felt hot, but he felt somewhat at ease.

"Haha, when it comes to hot stools, the storyteller over there is even better than you."

Yin Zhaoxian followed the trend and was often no more than a table away from him. The storyteller obviously didn't even dare to drink tea.

The emperor had no idea at this moment that from ordinary people's perspective, there were two gods inside this banquet hall. They were asking Mr. Storyteller what happened after mortal death.

"Mr. Wang, does he know whether people really go to the underworld after death? Where is the underworld?"

The storyteller's name is Wang Li. Facing the emperor for such a period of time is more tiring than performing ventriloquism and talking for several times. The key is that I am panicked and don't dare to say anything wrong.

"Returning to the Holy Spirit, I have heard that the underworld is the residence of souls, and there will be ghosts to guide people before they die. I don't know where it is specifically. I also heard that it seems to have something to do with the city gods in various places. In folk stories The great gods in the Chenghuang Temple will judge a person's past deeds and determine his or her consequences after death. After all, there are judges in the temple."

The emperor stroked his beard and drank the wine. He was also thinking about something in his mind, and asked the storyteller again with a smile.

"I have also read a lot of historical materials. The city gods in various places were recommended by the villagers to build temples. There were also virtuous and talented officials in the dynasty who followed the death of the emperor. At that time, our ancestor Emperor Zhengyuan also issued an edict to order the city gods to appear. But the temples are just clay sculptures, so no real gods can appear."

The storyteller didn't know how to answer at all. He traveled far and wide to collect stories, and he also had some special insights. He would neither dare to judge the emperor's words nor the city god.

The emperor also asked those rumored famous fairy mountains whether there are real immortals, whether there are really dragon palaces in the rivers and seas, and whether there is a way to attract some gods and immortals to see them. Mortal, the emperor was not satisfied with the following conversation.

After a while, the emperor finally let go of the storyteller and ordered the screen to be moved back to its original position, allowing the storyteller to continue telling the story.

Ji Yuan and Lao Long had already moved from the round table to behind the screen. Looking at the storyteller's back, it was obvious that it was a cold day, but it was already wet with sweat.

Old Long smiled:

"Among mortals, this person can be regarded as well-informed. He has answered certain questions about ghosts, gods and demons to the point."

The old emperor was not satisfied with the storyteller's somewhat ambiguous answer, but Ji Yuan and Lao Long looked at the storyteller in a different light. For example, there was a place where a "wild ghost" pestered someone to ask for "water and rice", and the "porridge stood with chopsticks" "The storyteller's idea of ​​throwing things out of the house with your back turned is very interesting.

Ji Yuan also smiled.

"It's a pity that what the emperor wants to know is not this kind of folklore. What he wants to know is to become an immortal, and what he wants to know is immortality!"

"Hey, he has received all the benefits in the world, but he is still not satisfied. This is the king of the world!"

Lao Long’s interface was not sarcastic at all, it was just stating the facts.

The emperor returned to the banquet to eat and drink, and hot new dishes were constantly being served from the kitchen.

Dazhen has always had the habit of keeping the New Year's Eve. For example, in the Jin Palace, there are wine, dishes and programs. The banquet needs to last until midnight, and the kitchen will be busy after midnight. Anyway, the prince and the saint must use their chopsticks. Hot dishes.

By the end of Haishi, Ji Yuan could already feel the breath stirring between heaven and earth. It was obvious that there were indeed different changes at the turn of the old and the new.

"The hour is coming, let's be quiet!"

A servant shouted loudly at the door. Hearing this voice, even the emperor put down his chopsticks, and the music in the house also stopped, waiting for the arrival of the New Year.

Ji Yuan and Lao Long have already left the house. The former looks at the world with wide eyes. In the gray, there is clear air accumulating and rising, while the turbid air dissipates as it falls, as if it is torn apart between heaven and earth. A new space begins, as if the fresh air hangs on the clouds and ascends to the sky.

The humane atmosphere in the entire Gyeonggi Prefecture is also rising continuously, as if it is impacting the gray in the air, causing the pure and turbid to rise and roll.

"So this is saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new!"

Ji Yuan sighed with emotion.

Old Long also opened his eyes wide and looked at the sky and the earth, but at most he could feel a special kind of throbbing. He clearly felt that what Ji Yuan saw was absolutely different from what he saw, but it was difficult to ask him what he saw. To what.

"Crackling, crackling, crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers began to sound in the capital, and it became more and more intensive. Even at the entrance of Prince Jin's Mansion, servants lit long firecrackers.

Perhaps there were no fireworks in this era, otherwise the sky above Gyeonggi Mansion would have been extraordinarily bright.

Watching the annual change of heaven and earth, the Qi of the five elements in Ji Yuan's body was also driven to become more active. Five colors even appeared in the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other orifices during the breath, and the true fire of Samadhi in the artistic conception elixir furnace also had heat. Overflowing, making the Jinwang Atrium warm as spring.

Old Long took two steps away with a strange expression on his face.

No wonder this person is unwilling to go to Shuifu due to fate. It turns out that he can practice even with the changes of the year. It is indeed a strange and wonderful method that I have never heard of.

Although this burst of heat was just warmth, it contained a certain feeling that even a real dragon would be afraid of. It seemed to be another powerful magic.

An ivy sword has already flown into the sky on its own. It seems that Ji Yuan can see what he is seeing when he is connected with his mind. It is scurrying back and forth in the sky, catching the fresh air for Ji Yuan. As the fairy sword stirs in the sky, instantly A cloud swept down.

Although it is insignificant in the whole world, it has a unique rhythm of breath.

Several chess pieces had already appeared, and the cloud energy was attracted by them and quickly guided into Ji Yuan's body and directly poured into the mountains and rivers of his artistic conception, being pulled by the alchemy furnace.

The true fire of Samadhi in the furnace is like a furnace of ordinary fire filled with nourishing energy, so loud that it overflows from the eyes of the furnace body.

At this moment, Ji Yuan's body was filled with even more heat. Even Old Long subconsciously took another half step back, and all the ice and snow in the garden of Prince Jin's Mansion melted away...

"Spring Festival, the first lunar month of spring, brings fresh air into the new year, and brings vitality to all things!"

Old Long was still in shock when he heard Ji Yuan say something like this out of nowhere.

As if he realized something, Old Long lowered his head and looked around him, and found that some vegetation in the courtyard garden of the palace had already sprouted and grown in a short period of time, and some had even formed buds at a speed visible to the naked eye and were just about to bloom. .

"Mr. Ji, you..."

Before Lao Long finished speaking in shock, a servant from the palace who was passing by delivering food suddenly screamed.

"Ah...! The garden is blooming! The flowers are blooming in the garden. The garden is really...ah!"

The female family member was talking incoherently, and then another servant came to take a closer look with a lantern. Sure enough, he saw that the garden was full of green and even red flowers.

"Really! It's really blooming!"

"Auspiciousness comes from heaven, auspiciousness comes from heaven!"

The screams of the servants were also faintly heard inside the banquet hall, but it was a bit noisy and the people inside could not hear clearly.

The people in his house were yelling and screaming on such a day, which made King Jin frown, for fear that his father would be displeased.

But before there was a chance to accuse him, a steward from the palace trotted into the banquet hall and told the reason why people were excited.

Emperor Yuande stood up first.

"Is there such a thing?"

Others also looked in disbelief, but the steward was full of assurances.

"Go back to the Holy Spirit, go back to the prince, this matter is absolutely true. Open the door and go out and you will know it. If it is false, take away the villain's head!"

"Okay! Let's go take a look!"

Both the emperor and the guests stood up impatiently.

"Your Majesty, put it on quickly!"

The queen took the emperor's coat from the servant, who hurriedly put it on and went straight to the banquet hall door. Others naturally did not dare to walk in front of the emperor.

The servants of the royal family held lanterns in front to lead the light, and a group of guests followed behind. In seven or eight breaths, they had already entered the atrium garden.

Looking around, I saw that the ice and snow in the atrium had melted and turned green, and red flowers were blooming, secretly fragrant.

"It really does happen, it really does happen!"

The emperor murmured excitedly in surprise, and other guests could not restrain their shock.

"Holy Lord, this is auspiciousness descending from heaven! It is indeed an image of auspiciousness!"

"Today's banquet is really not in vain!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, to His Royal Highness, King Jin!"

"God bless me!"

……

Amidst the compliments, the emperor seemed to have thought of something. After looking around, he suddenly shouted loudly.

"I am Emperor Dazhen Yuande. If there is a **** here and you wish to show up, I will build a temple for you and grant you the blessing of eternal incense in the world!"

Ji Yuan and Lao Long, who were almost close to Emperor Yuande, were also stunned when they heard this. The latter looked at Ji Yuan with a smile, while the former shook his head helplessly.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see here."

After Ji Yuan said this, he walked towards Yin Zhaoxian, who was also coming out from the crowd. With a flick of his finger, a small remaining breath of fresh air poured into his forehead, making him look bright and upright.

Yin Zhaoxian was originally horrified by the changes in the garden, but in vain he seemed to be watered by a clear spring without feeling cold, and his whole body felt refreshed.

Under Haoran's righteousness, his eyes blurred, and he vaguely saw the two people walking away, and their backs were somewhat familiar.

Looking carefully again, the blur is gone, the palace and pavilions are still in front of me, and there is no back.

"Is it Mr. Ji?"

Li Mu Shu, who was very close, heard the muttering and turned his head to look at Yin Zhaoxian, feeling that he was clear and upright.

As for the emperor's repeated shouting, naturally no **** or man responded.