Chapter 126 Sour Riding Donkey
Shi Gong is lying lazily on a bamboo chair on the top of Shigong Mountain at this moment, enjoying the spring breeze and bathing in spring light, quietly looking at the vast smoke and waves of Taihu Lake, which is his most natural and comfortable posture.
Seeing the magic hand piano demon carrying his hands on his back and coming up thoughtfully, Shi Gong hurriedly said, "Brother Qin! How's it going? Will those three female dolls eat?
Miaoziqin demon nodded and said, "I'm willing to eat!"
Shi Gong laughed and said, "That's good, which means that they have no choice but to accept their fate, but you seem to be sad. Don't you feel ashamed? Hey! Since ancient times, those who have achieved great things are free from trifles. What's more, we just put them under house arrest and treat them. It can be said that they are meticulous. There is nothing to be ashamed of.
Miaoqin Mo also chose a bamboo chair, leaned up, looked at the faint clouds in the sky, and exhaled a long breath: "I'm not worried about them, but our plan this time."
Shi Gong was shocked: "Tell me, what are you worried about?"
The magic hand piano said, "I'm only worried that the owner of Qiu Xue'an will not be a big deal. Even these confidential matters have been known to the two female dolls of Taoism. Can you imagine that she can command Jiangnan Buddhism?"
Shi Gong nodded: "Jiangnan Buddhism used a sloppy person like her indeed used the wrong way. Maybe your worry is right, otherwise, according to the day they said, He'er should have come back long ago."
The magic hand whiskers smiled and said, "So you are worried about the crane, hehe, you don't have to!" Although He'er's martial arts has been talked about, after all, he is my apprentice. He has a reputation and is not a false reputation. What's more, He'er has been smart and sensible since he was a child, much smarter than his father, hehe.
Shi Gong also smiled and said, "Wow, you are scolding me around the corner. I think He'er's ghost eyes are all learned from your master."
The old man lying on a bamboo chair enjoying the scenery will never think that the ghostly crane will also cry bitterly at this moment.
No matter who rides a stubborn donkey and travels nearly 200 miles from Lingquan Mountain in Chuzhou to the northwest to the Mochou Valley in Lanxi, everyone will complain, especially the rich man who is well-off.
Of course, Yumen Langjun Shihe is no exception.
Since the Lingshan Temple in Lingquan Mountain, Chuzhou went through a crazy knife overnight, it was damaged twice in ten stops, but the culprit didn't catch it all night, so the abbot Puji was very angry. On the contrary, the afterlife Bodhi of Western bliss was seriously injured. Even the glazed pharmacist Buddha had the power to return to heaven. He only said that the eldest brother had no worries after taking the medicine and had to rest for a year and a half before his strength could recover. Puji had no choice but to send him back.
The next day, Puji invited Yumian Langjun, saying that since Buddhism and Confucianism had joined hands, and Lingshan Temple lost a lot of good hands. He asked Yumian Langjun to invite several Confucian predecessors to help. His words were very earnest. Yumian Langjun had to nod and said, "The younger generation will go to Lanxi and Quzhou first invite a few uncles and uncles nearby, and the younger generation will also I tried my best, but I didn't expect to disappoint Zen Master Puji.
So Yu-faced Langjun went on the road. It was strange that he did not see Murong Qiniang when he was about to go. He asked Mrs. Zheng Yin and Mrs. They all guessed that they didn't know. At that time, when they heard the bell, they immediately rushed to Lingshan Temple to intercept the enemy, but when they came back, they disappeared Murong Qiniang and Hongxiu, and they didn't know why.
However, the jade-faced Langjun knows that Hongxiu is Murong Qiniang's precious sister. As long as the two sisters are together, it is by no means that her sister teaches her sister a lesson. On the younger sister's words, on the contrary, Murong Qi Niang has been following her sister Hongxiu for many times. Yu-faced Langjun only With a wry smile, the ghost knew what the two sisters were doing. The most hateful thing was that they could not offend Murong Qiniang, the precious sister.
When Yu-faced Langjun walked halfway, he began to regret not listening to the advice of the Lingshan Temple Supervision Temple Puyuan. When he set out, he insisted on riding this stubborn donkey, because he had been reading poems and books since he was a child, and the military generals rode a tall horse. Most of the literati and scholars went out riding small donkeys, such as Tao Yuanming, such as Jia Dao, who was thin on a cold island in the suburbs, such as Mr. Dongguo.
Puyuan was well aware of the stubborn donkey's bad temper, but no matter how he persuaded him, the jade-faced Langjun's temper was like this stubborn donkey. Puyuan had to give up and let him go. After he left, he said that the donkey was like a person, and his whole body was full of sour Confucianism.
When the jade-faced Langjun first went on the road, he still shook his hand and folded the fan. When he met a place with beautiful scenery, he couldn't help chanting a few crooked poems. He tried to express the meaning of missing Murong Qiniang. He went back and listened to her, but later, the more stubborn the donkey became, the more disobedient he became. Suddenly, he stagnated like an old cow eating grass, and the jade-faced Langjun was so anxious that he sweated profusely. , how to urge is to not leave, and suddenly run wildly, only hate the jade-faced Langjun's teeth itching, and the poetry has nothing to do.
The sun had set in the west, and it was easy for the jade-faced Langjun to arrive at Lanxi and went straight to Mochou Valley.
Every year, Yumian Langjun comes to Mochou Valley to visit his master and ghosts to see sorrow, and ghosts have nothing to do. He also often come to Taihu Shigong Mountain with Shigong and Qin Mopanhuan. In the impression of Yumian Langjun, the frightened flying knife ghosts in the rivers and lakes are not as terrible as people think.
Although the ghost saw that Master had a pair of demonic yellow eyes, Master Qin Mo told him that when he was young, Gui Jianchou wanted to practice his eyesight and obtain a secret recipe. He personally went to southern Xinjiang to collect medicine. After several cold and summer, he made ointments. Whenever he slept, he applied it to his eyes. Over time, his eyes turned into enchanting yellow. But his eyesight is so high that he is the best in the world.
Since then, the young jade-faced Langjun is no longer afraid of ghost-faced eyes, but admired the ghost-faced uncle's perseverance and perseverance. Therefore, although ghost-faced Langjun is moody, cold and arrogant and lonely, he likes the jade-faced Langjun very much.
The jade-faced Langjun rode a stubborn donkey and easily rushed to the Mochou Valley. The sunset reflected the sunset glow as drunk, and even the skylight turned orange.
Even if the poem flourished, he didn't have time to recite the right poems. He hurried to Mochou Valley. At this moment, spring has already bloomed, and everything has revived. In the twilight, he looks even more cute of Mochou Valley. He is used to seeing the mountains and rivers of Taihu Lake, but he doesn't know that there is a different flavor in the deep mountains and valleys. He has already made up his mind. See you later. See you later. When you see that your uncle stays overnight, you must make more decent poems, so as to coax Murong Qiniang to be happy.
The jade-faced Langjun was riding a donkey and fanting a folding fan. He was happy to think about what to use. Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking the sky in the wind. A light flashed, and a black light passed by his ear, and then shot into the stone wall. The flying stones splashed everywhere, and the donkey couldn't help hissing.
Yumian Langjun only felt the hot pain on his cheeks swept by the strong wind, and then the donkey was frightened and almost overturned Yumian Langjun.