Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 193: You can escape the 1st grade, but you can’t escape the 15th grade

Qin Zizhou couldn't quite understand the riddle-like conversation between Ji Yuan and Lao Long, but he could still understand from the words that these two big men in the spiritual world had arranged a way out for themselves.

Lao Long finished his joke and turned to look at Qin Zizhou.

"Fellow Daoist Qin must have some doubts. We will find out when we go to Bingzhou together."

After saying this, Lao Long directly used the flying technique, and flew away with Ji Yuan and Qin Zizhou on the clouds.

. . .

Some time passed after the rooster crowed, and dawn came in Deyuan County.

As the sky lightened up, the Qin family also got up one after another.

Qin Yan's dream lasted until dawn. In the dream, he had been pounding medicine and filling it in the big medicine hall, helping the shop assistants to sort out the medicinal materials or moving them to the backyard to dry them. It was just that after his father finished speaking, he asked After telling Qin Yan that he was leaving, he never showed up again.

Qin Yan in the dream thought that his father had been invited to go to a foreign country to see a doctor again, or that he was preparing to go up the mountain to collect medicine.

"Mr. sir, sir!"

An old woman called Qin Yan several times by his bedside. Qin Yan suddenly woke up and looked up, down, left, and right to see his room.

"My lord, it's time to get up. I have to clean up the mourning hall but also open a shop."

"Oh...ok, I'll get up right away!"

Qin Yan responded in a daze, sat up and put on his clothes. All he was thinking about was yesterday's dream, but he didn't talk about it yet, because there was a saying in his hometown that "you can't dream without breakfast."

The weather is not very cold, and I always get up very quickly. The Qin family came to the hall to pack up the meals laid out last night, and took some dishes to the kitchen to make porridge in the morning.

"Ah! This tofu...could it be that dad really came last night?"

As soon as Qin Yan approached the lobby, he heard his sister scream and quickly walked up to see what was going on.

"Brother, come and see."

My wife and sister were probably preparing to pack things, and my sister, who was in her sixties, was pointing to a dish on the table, which was a bowl of steamed tofu with moldy amaranth.

This tofu is a whole piece cut into four pieces, with eight pieces of moldy amaranth placed on top. Now one of the pieces is missing. The other three pieces of tofu are neatly arranged, and two clean amaranth stems are also placed on the table. .

Qin Zizhou loves this dish, but usually only eats one piece of tofu and leaves the rest to his family. He also likes to pour the soup over rice after the family eats clean tofu.

"This...couldn't it be that there was a thief last night?"

Qin Yan's wife felt furious and subconsciously said this.

"No, if there is a thief, people won't just eat this. Isn't the big fish and meat on the side more delicious than this? Besides, on a day like last night, even if there is a thief, they will definitely climb over the wall and leave immediately after seeing this situation. ”

This background of widespread superstition means that if a thief enters this place and sees the funeral hall decorations and meals being prepared in the middle of the night, he will definitely be frightened and would rather steal the joy than steal the funeral.

As Qin Yaner's grandchildren came over one after another, the lobby was finally cleaned up.

While eating breakfast, Qin Yan also told everyone about the dream he was holding back. The Qin family all thought it was Mr. Qin's farewell before going to the underworld.

But in fact, Qin Zizhou had already arrived at Yunshan Mountain in Bingzhou Province. Due to the time difference, he was enjoying the beautiful sunrise in Yunshan Mountain with Ji Yuan and Lao Long.

The three of them stand on the top of the clouds, blending into the sea of ​​clouds in the mountains. Although they stand above the clouds and mist, they feel like they are stepping on the waves. At this moment, they are watching the sun rising on the top of the clouds together.

"Is this the first time that fellow Daoist Qin has seen this scene of rising clouds and the sun?"

Old Long asked with a smile.

Qin Zizhou is quite straightforward.

"Not really. Before he was eighty years old, Qin was still able to go up the mountain to collect medicine by himself. He also went to some peaks and saw similar scenery several times. Of course, Ruolongjun was talking about standing on the clouds and watching the sun rise. , that was indeed the first time.”

"That's true!"

As soon as the sunrise passed, there was movement in Yunshan Temple. The three clouds floated to Yanxia Peak. When they stood on top of the clouds, they could see Qingsong Taoist master and apprentice getting up to wash themselves, and they could also see the two doing morning exercises. In the health-preserving boxing, you can also see Qi Wen carrying an empty bucket down the mountain to carry water.

What’s especially interesting is that I actually saw two little minks hiding in Yunshan Temple. When Taoist Qingsong was boxing in the open space of the Taoist temple, the two little minks hid in the corner of the Taoist temple and peeked.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, these two little beasts seem to have developed spiritual intelligence!"

Old Long joked that he was very happy to see this scene. Just like young birds and beasts are deeply impressed by the things they see for the first time, so are the intelligent beasts. Although the two Taoist priests of Yunshan Temple are not real For those who are cultivating immortals, the peaceful thoughts of Taoism are still very beneficial to spiritual mink. After being cultivated for a long time, it is not easy to go astray. The same is true in Buddhist temples.

"Oh, these two little minks, Mr. Ying may not have noticed, but Ji has an impression that when you and I were chatting about fish and fish in Yunshan Temple, there were two pretty smart wild minks. I eavesdropped in the bushes outside the temple, thinking that I had gained some benefit and developed my spiritual wisdom."

"Yo? There's still this thing!"

This actually gave Old Long an interesting feeling of unintentional interference. It would have been better if he subconsciously felt about the two little minks. Qin Zizhou also looked at the little minks and marveled.

But at this point, Ji Yuan also surrendered to Qin Zizhou again.

"I have to say goodbye after a long journey. Qingsong Taoist Qi Xuan and his disciple Qi Wen are both good people. Yunshan Temple is also a beautiful scenery and a natural charm. Mr. Qin can rest assured to practice here. You also need to think more during this period. , after integrating this Taoist method of worshiping the stars and taking it with oneself, one will surely be able to gain access to the way of the World Traveling God."

Qin Zizhou didn't say much thanks. He nodded in the clouds and bowed solemnly towards Ji Yuan and Lao Long. Then he floated in the wind like fallen leaves to the hillside outside Yunshan Temple.

At this moment, Taoist Qingsong has just finished a few rounds of health-preserving boxing and is in the stage of breathing in and out. In the past two or three years, he feels more and more energetic. He can't help but feel confident when telling people's fortunes. Quite a few.

"Dong dong dong~~"

"Is there anyone in the audience?"

There was a knock on the door of the Taoist temple, and a slightly older but rich questioning voice sounded. Although the door was only ajar, the people outside were obviously not prepared to open the door themselves.

"Yes, yes! Someone is here!"

Ren Qingsong hurriedly walked to the courtyard door and opened it, and saw an old man in gray standing outside.

This old man has white beard and hair and a ruddy complexion. A pair of long-lasting eyebrows drag down the corner of his eyes. He looks definitely not young. It is unclear whether he is seventy-eighty or ninety. When he saw Taoist Qingsong coming out, he was facing him. Hands in greeting.

"Hello, this Taoist priest. I want to become a Taoist priest in Yunshan Temple. I wonder if the Taoist priest can take me in?"

Faced with such a straight-to-the-point question from an old man who could very well be his grandfather, Taoist Qingsong was also confused.

"Uh...Old man, you must be quite old. Are you here to be a Taoist priest? Climbing a mountain alone?"

Taoist Qingsong subconsciously looked behind the old man and saw no accompanying young man.

"What? As the saying goes, if a young Taoist does not practice Taoism, he will not practice martial arts. It is just right for me to go up the mountain to practice Taoism now! I am going up the mountain, but the Taoist priest will not let me go in and have tea first?"

Qin Zizhou has matured in his old age. After all, he is a man with a hundred years of experience. He is inevitably cautious in front of Ji Yuan, Lao Long and ghosts and gods. This does not mean that he cannot speak. If he really wants to speak, he can speak one thing after another.

"Oh oh oh, please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

How dare Taoist Master Qingsong accept such an old man in his temple now? There is a man who even bumped into him and had no time to seek medical treatment, but he couldn't even give way to the door and thought about saying hello for a while before sending him down the mountain.

Please go to the kitchen and pour some tea, Taoist Qingsong asked in a subtle way.

"How long do you live, old man? Where do you live?"

"Let me think about it, maybe a hundred years old, or one year old, or a hundred years old! As for family, since I am ready to become a monk, let alone the secular world!"

Qin Zizhou drank tea while talking, looking for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com These words choked Taoist Qingsong again. Just as he was about to persuade him, his mind suddenly changed and he sat opposite the old man and looked at his face carefully.

At the first moment, I felt a red light all over my face, full of vitality, but the back became blurry and blurry. I even forgot what I saw in the front, and I was suddenly shocked.

‘I’m afraid he’s not a mortal! ’

Taoist Qingsong always felt that Yunshan Temple had become special since Mr. Ji came here, so he subconsciously asked.

"Sir, do you know Mr. Ji?"

Qin Zizhou smiled, put down the tea cup and held his hand towards Qi Xuan.

"I, Qin Zizhou, listened to the words of Mr. Ji and Lord Long, and came to Yunshan Mountain to meditate and practice. Again, I wonder if Chang Rong will accept him?"

Taoist Qingsong swallowed subconsciously.

"Collect...accept it!"

Qin Zizhou nodded and looked sideways at the upper corner of the kitchen door. Over the Yunshan Temple, Ji Yuan and Lao Long smiled at each other and left in the clouds the next moment.

. . .

Ji Yuan and Lao Long separated halfway, one headed east back to Jizhou and the other west to Tongtian River.

Based on Ji Yuan's flight speed, it was already half a day before they returned to Ju'an Pavilion. It happened to be time for sleep again. Yin Qing and Hu Yun lay down on the stone table in the courtyard of the pavilion to take a nap in the afternoon.

The breeze in the courtyard rustled the jujube branches and leaves from time to time.

Ji Yuan didn't make a sound when he landed. He walked to the table and took a look. One person and one fox were sleeping soundly.

There are still two letters on the stone table. One of them says "My son Yin Qing personally sends it" and has been opened. The other one says "My son Yin Qing personally sends it" and it is still intact. .

Ji Yuan knew from looking at this handwriting that it should be a letter from his friend Yin Zhaoxian. He couldn't help but smile at the sleeping Yin Qing and murmured something.

"You can escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade. You still have to go to Chunhui Mansion!"