Chang Anqing

Chapter 240 Penglai alchemist
The next day and night, the Taiwei's mansion was still full of eyes.Dalang Yang Jin, who came back from Cao's place to pay his respects, was wearing a black shirt, and was walking towards his yard on the Yifushou stone road. In the silent flower shadow, there was only a young servant in front of him, holding a lamp, carefully serving him. with.

As far as the eye can see, the mansion is covered with plain white lanterns and silks and satins. At this moment, Yang Jin can hardly imagine that the elder sister who was so free and bright before would end her young life in such a way.

In the silent eyes, a low and ethereal flute sound came from somewhere far away, but it forced him into a memory.

Yang Jin looked at the bowed servant in front of him who was extremely humble in front of him. The moment he looked away, a shadow of a person appeared in his mind along with the sound of the flute.

The wound in my heart that seemed to have been healed for a long time seemed to be uncovered again, and there were bursts of uncontrollable pain.

Since Cheng Huan left, he never went alone to the study room where they used to get along day and night, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare to, because every time he stepped there alone, he could see countless shadows of Cheng Huan.

Smile at him, talk to him, but never hold hands with him again.

Enduring the oppression and heaviness in his heart, Yang Jin couldn't help but quicken his pace a lot. Just as he was about to walk out of the shadows of flowers, he heard a slight voice.

"Did you hear that a god came to Chang'an City?"

Hearing the mysterious voice of the young maidservant, Yang Jin didn't care, and still walked towards his yard unaffected.

However, he never thought of the next words, but he stopped in his footsteps.

"immortal?"

Hearing her companion's response, the servant girl was very excited, and quickly responded: "Yes, brother went to Pingkang Fang on business today and came back to tell me."

"How can such a powerful person be in Chang'an now?"

Hearing her companion's skepticism, the maid continued: "Brother, I heard from the public that that is a Sanxian who came to the world to practice. He has been practicing in Penglai Xiandao before. He came to the world by the induction of heaven and earth a few days ago. Stopping at Pingkangfang to practice, one is for experience, and the other is to pray for blessings."

"Really? But Pingkang Square is full of fish and dragons. How could a god go there?"

Seeing that his companion still didn't believe it, Yang Jin heard that the servant girl seemed anxious, and said again: "It's absolutely true, the god said that the great hermit lives in the city, and the practice is not in the place, but in the heart. If you don't believe it, you can go Look, every day he doesn't charge a penny to look at the past life, the present life, and the life for the first ten people who come to visit—"

Hearing the legendary words, Yang Jin shook his head, and didn't stop shouting, but was about to step away indifferently.

"And the most powerful thing is that he once cast a spell on a down-and-out literati in the south of the Yangtze River, and revived his wife who had passed away for many years, so that the husband and wife reunited and fulfilled his wish without taking any money."

Yang Jin, who was about to walk out of the gravel road, heard these words, but couldn't move anymore, as if cast by someone, he was frozen there.

"No money? There is such a good thing."

Hearing her companion's doubts, the maid said: "I heard that the Sanxian did this for experience, so he only revived relatives and friends for the predestined people in the world, and this method consumes a lot of spiritual energy, so the gods did not agree easily."

Under the silent moonlight, when he noticed that the people behind him were not moving, the young man walking in front stopped silently, waited for a long time, carefully looked at Yang Jin, who had dark eyes, and after a long time, he asked tentatively: "Mr. Da Lang?"

Called back by the servant's cautious voice, Yang Jin's eyes lit up suddenly, he only clenched his fists tightly, and walked towards the source of the voice.

When he walked a few steps, he saw two little maidservants sitting on the railing under the four-corner pavilion in the garden and whispering, they didn't even notice that he was coming.

"What you just said is true?"

When the two maidservants who were behind their backs heard Yang Jin's sudden voice, they immediately got up in shock and lowered their heads nervously: "Yes, yes, back to Mr. Dalang, these are all rumors from Pingkangfang not long ago. The slaves dare not speak nonsense."

At this moment, Yang Jin ignored the maidservant's nervous appearance, and only asked persistently, "Do you know the exact location of that immortal?"

"This--"

Under Yang Jin's undisguised stare, the maid didn't know whether she was frightened or really didn't know, she just kept shaking her head submissively and said: "Servant, I have never asked so many questions, I really don't know, please forgive me crime."

Seeing the person in front of him kneeling and pleading guilty, Yang Jin's pupils that had been rushing couldn't help slowing down, and then he sensed his own tense nerves.

Aware of his gaffe, before the maidservant continued to plead guilty, Yang Jin turned around in frustration, and walked towards the way he came, leaving only the lonely shadow behind, allowing the two kneeling there to touch him for a while. Don't think about it, don't know whether to get up or what.

Sensing Yang Jin's mood swings, the boy didn't dare to ask more questions, let alone make the slightest sound. He could only bow more carefully and hold the lamp to illuminate the dim road ahead for him.

After walking for some time, the servant heard Yang Jin's questioning voice behind him: "Partridge, do you believe it?"

"This--"

Hearing this sentence, the little servant named Partridge was also in trouble, hesitated for a moment, and then replied ambiguously: "Mr. Da Lang, I haven't been out these days, so I haven't heard of it, but it's rumored You are so miraculous, I can go to investigate one or two tomorrow morning, and then I will report back to you."

Seeing that the partridge was cautious and answered conservatively and decently, Yang Jin chuckled suddenly, his originally sad brows were smoothed a lot, and he could only look up at the bright moon and let out a noise.

"it is good."

After speaking, Yang Jin stopped talking, but he felt that his heart was in a mess while walking.

In the past, "Book of Han" recorded that after the death of Mrs. Li, the favorite concubine of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was so sad that he could not forget it. He invited alchemists to set up an altar, and asked Mrs. Li's soul to gather with her to comfort the pain of lovesickness.

At that time, he didn't understand, he only felt that the majestic Emperor Wu couldn't escape love, and indulged in such illusory things.

But now he suddenly understands it, and he can suddenly understand it.

If you are really separated from the person you love in your life, no matter how illusory the opportunity is, it is a possibility for people to meet each other in this life.

He can't give up and doesn't want to.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin couldn't help taking out the broken wood Xiao from his waist, but he seemed to see another person through it.

I hope that all of this is true, and I hope that he can meet again and become happy again.

Even if it's just a brief meeting, even if you don't say anything, you just meet from a distance.

That's enough.

In the early morning of the next day, the boy partridge really rushed to Pingkangfang without stopping. He never expected to find the Sanxian that the maid said in the deep alley not far from the Orchid Winery. Jin reported.

"Mr. Dalang, I went to inquire about it. If you want to count the past, present, and future lives, you will go to the door to watch before dawn. The top ten will not take a penny, and later people will have to give alms. As for the resurrection of the soul, I have never seen it." The immortal deity, but I heard from the Taoist boy next to the immortal that if you need to ask, you can go there yourself, let the immortal look at the horoscope, and if you have a predestined relationship, you can do it yourself without any reward."

Seeing that Yang Jin listened attentively, Partridge said cautiously: "I heard from that fairy boy that only the fairy will have time to meet guests at dawn."

Hearing this, Yang Jin's heart was complicated, his fists were tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and he said after a long time: "Tomorrow morning, you will go with me to inquire."

(End of this chapter)