People are among the Eight Immortals, starting from Painted Skin Ghost

Chapter 149 Xiangzi climbed to the Nantan altar and was greeted by hundreds of officials. Is the immortal head the nephew of the great Confucianism? 【Subscribe】

I saw that Han Xiangzi was holding a purple gold jade flute, and when he moved his mouth, there was a melodious sound of the flute on the second floor.

Its voice is clear and clear, mellow and long, and meandering and broad.

After listening to it, everyone felt that it was refreshing and pleasant.

In addition, the cranes under the side hall are dancing gracefully with their necks stretched.

All of a sudden, it sounded so good that all the diners became obsessed with it.

Even, still indulge in it, forget about it.

Even the Dongting Dragon Lord who was sitting beside Han Xiangzi couldn't hide a bit of Tao Ran on his face at this moment, and he was very happy.

"Han Daochang, who did you learn this music from?"

He asked beside, quite curious.

To this, Han Xiangzi did not reply.

His whistling voice suddenly turned, it was the voice of Bianzheng, with a quick rhythm, like pearls and jade falling into a plate.

At that time, the crane suddenly croaked, spread its wings, and flew out of the window, heading straight for the sky.

the other side.

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi also moved, and disappeared in front of the second floor of the Yellow Crane Tower in the blink of an eye.

After a while.

When he appeared again, he was already riding on the crane, soaring in the blue sky.

Under your feet is the Dongting Lake, where the water and the sky are the same color, and the vast clouds are vast.

"Thanks to Long Jun's hospitality, my teacher is Master Hong Ya."

Not long after, a voice sounded in Dongting Dragon Lord's heart.

Hearing this, Dongting Dragon Lord was slightly startled, and sighed in his heart:

"Then Lu Zu's swordsmanship is superb, and he has the style of everyone. It was taught by Huolong Zhenjun; this Xiangzi's flute is superb, and he will reach the peak and reach the extreme. Unexpectedly, he worshiped the Great Immortal Hongya as his teacher..."

"The Supreme Disciple, each one of them is really extraordinary, it's amazing..."

……

"what?"

"What about the crane?"

"The Taoist who played the flute before has disappeared!"

"Wait, where did the people at this table go?"

"Great... Look everyone, this Taoist actually sat on that crane and flew away!"

"This……"

"Could it be that the Taoist is also an immortal?"

"..."

Han Xiangzi's song was nothing more than a song, and there was still a lingering sound. After everyone came back to their senses, they found that the crane in front of the hall had disappeared.

Looking around again, the two who had been eating by the window had left at some point.

The delicacies on the table also disappeared, but a few ingots of silver were left here.

When everyone looked out, suddenly one person saw a group of people riding a crane flying westward under the blue sky.

At the moment, his eyes widened, eager to see through.

Because of being too excited, his fingers trembled when he pointed to the distance.

After the words fell, all the people in the hall climbed out of the window to look without saying a word.

Sure enough, I saw a person, riding on a crane, hunting in his clothes, traveling far away.

For a moment, everyone exclaimed and were dazzled for a long time.

In less than a cup of tea, the whole city is a sensation!
Who would have thought that today's Yueyang Tower reproduces the scene of a Taoist flying across Dongting Lake with his sword in the past!
There is an immortal driving a crane to the west, so graceful, he can be called an exiled immortal!

……

Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, is also the first place of goodness.

Han Xiangzi came here with a crane, but he didn't go straight to Chang'an, but pressed the cloud head on the Weishui River.

Immediately, he patted the crane's wings and let it return to Yueyang.

You know, the prosperity of Yueyang is due to the Yellow Crane Tower.

If its signboard is gone, there is no guarantee that it will not be dilapidated.

Now, the time is far from ripe, and it is naturally impossible for Han Xiangzi to keep this crane.

Watching the crane spread its wings and fly away, Han Xiangzi felt more at ease.

Weishui is not far from Chang'an.

With Han Xiangzi's foot strength, he could enter the city before dark.

But Han Xiangzi walked all the way, and what he saw was that the river was dry and the land was dry, some water-deficient and barren land, and even the sky was full of sand and dust.

The crops in the field are also withered and yellow for a long time.

The drought has reached this point, and many people have a hard time.

While on the road, Han Xiangzi met many farmers who were looking for mountains and digging wells.

There are also people who dig grass and eat trees.

Such a situation made Han Xiangzi slightly startled.

Unexpectedly, the drought in this Gyeonggi land has become so severe!

Although it can't keep up with the Yangting mansion, if it doesn't rain for such a long time, sooner or later many people will die.

Han Xiangzi has a kind heart, but when encountering these things, he will not stand idly by.

Then secretly cast spells to help.

As a result, just halfway through the journey, it was dark.

As a last resort, Han Xiangzi could only stay overnight at an old farmer's family surnamed Wan, and leave at dawn.

"Daoist, in the year of the catastrophe, only bracken and weeds are eaten. I hope the Taoist will not be disgusted."

At night, Han Xiangzi was meditating in the thatched cottage, when suddenly a man with a dark and sallow face knocked on the door and came in.

He also held a bowl of hot cooked vegetable leaves in his hand.

This man's name is Wan Xiaochun, and he is the second son of the old farmer Wan Laohan here.

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi refused without thinking about it:
"Brother Xiaochun, the poor are not hungry."

"You and Uncle Wan haven't eaten for a day, so take it back."

In the evening, Han Xiangzi passed by here and found someone calling for help on the top of the mountain. He walked over and saw that it was Old Man Wan who had developed a fever during the process of digging the well and passed out on the ground.

Seeing that he was dying, fortunately Han Xiangzi came to his rescue in time and saved old man Wan.

In addition, Han Xiangzi also gave Uncle Wan's family a few jars of water.

"How does this make it?"

"Daozhang, if I take it back, father will definitely scold me!"

Seeing that Han Xiangzi didn't want it, Wan Xiaochun said anxiously.

When they were arguing, Han Xiangzi's eyes suddenly stopped, and he found a child standing outside the door at some point.

This child is about five or six years old.

Shaggy, disheveled, and in a mess.

At this moment, he was standing outside the door, his two eyeballs were staring straight at the bowl of rice in the room, and he swallowed it from time to time, his little face was full of salivation.

"Zhen'er, don't come here to disturb the Taoist priest!"

Seeing the child, Wan Xiaochun pretended to be angry and hurried away.

After the words fell, the childish face became terrified, his eyes turned red, and he looked aggrieved.

"Brother Xiaochun, what are you driving him for?"

Han Xiangzi said helplessly.

After saying that, he walked outside the door, hugged the child in his arms, and took the bowl of rice from Wan Xiaochun's hand:
"Zhen'er, I'm not hungry, you eat this bowl of rice."

"Master Dao, you..."

Seeing this situation, Wan Xiaochun was stunned.

Just when she was about to scold Zhitong, she saw Zhen'er raised her head and looked at him with moist eyes.

Seems to be asking for his opinion.

"That's all..."

Wan Xiaochun sighed and said helplessly.

Zhen'er understood, and lowered her head to eat the bracken in the bowl, showing a satisfied smile.

However, after taking a few mouthfuls, he pushed the bowl in front of Wan Xiaochun:
"Father eats too."

He whispered.

"Father is not hungry, Zhen'er is good, give these to Grandpa Ni to eat."

Seeing this, Wan Xiaochun smiled with relief, patted Zhen'er's head and said.

After finishing speaking, Zhen'er ran away with the bowl in hand.

"Let the Daoist laugh."

When Zhen'er left, Wan Xiaochun smiled shyly at Han Xiangzi.

"Brother Xiaochun doesn't need to see outsiders."

Han Xiangzi waved his hand, his expression normal.

He didn't feel that there was any shame in this, but what he saw was the true love in the world.

Immediately, Han Xiangzi and Wan Xiaochun inquired:
"Brother Xiaochun, how long has the drought been here?"

Wan Xiaochun lamented:

"It's been more than three months."

"In the beginning, there was some surplus food at home, but it lasted for a while. Later, when the surplus food was exhausted, I had to go up the mountain to hunt some game, touch some fish and shrimp in the fields, and then there was a severe drought, so I didn't see anything."

"I have to dig wild vegetables and roots."

"This dry weather, I don't know when it will be the boss."

Not long after, Wan Xiaochun seemed to think of something, suddenly looked at Han Xiangzi curiously, and said:

"By the way, the Taoist priest also came here for the announcement?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was taken aback:
"annunciation?"

"What list?"

Seeing Han Xiangzi so dazed, Wan Xiaochun immediately understood, and quickly explained:
"A few days ago, I heard that the emperor ordered Mr. Han Yu to pray for rain at the South Altar."

"As a result, Master Han Yu led the crowd to pray for seven days in a row at the South Altar, but there was no rain or snow falling. After that, he put up a poster and posted a message, looking for wandering monks, strange people and fortune-tellers. If he could ask for rain, he would hear about it." Reward."

"There is such a thing..."

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was surprised.

Unexpectedly, his uncle, who never believed in ghosts and gods, would post a poster. It seems that he was really pushed this time.

"Brother Xiaochun, have you ever read a book?"

Han Xiangzi felt that Wan Xiaochun could speak well, and his words conveyed the meaning, so he couldn't help asking more questions.

"To tell the truth, Daoist, I have indeed studied for a few years."

Wan Xiaochun said.

Regarding this, Han Xiangzi was deeply moved.

In his opinion, Chang'an deserves to be the most benevolent place, receiving many scholars.

After Wan Xiaochun chatted with Han Xiangzi for a few words, seeing that it was getting late, he didn't disturb him any more.

Early the next morning, when Wan Xiaochun asked Zhen'er to call Han Xiangzi, he found that the latter had gone to the house and was empty.

……

At the hour of the hour, Han Xiangzi had already entered Chang'an City.

As soon as you come to this city, you will feel the sense of prosperity.

Looking around, the eight streets and nine streets are bustling and noisy.

Even though the land of Gyeonggi is already in a catastrophe, there is no depression at all.

Before Han Xiangzi entered the city, he had already changed his clothes.

After all, when he was in Gushe Mountain, Master Han Zhongli had repeatedly told him not to show it face to face with Han Yu before the time came.

Therefore, Han Xiangzi's current attire is much less than his formerly beautiful Qionglin appearance.

Wearing a green cloak, holding a dust whisk in his hand, he looks ordinary.

When he came to the city, Han Xiangzi was familiar with the road and walked to the South Altar.

The southern altar is now heavily guarded.

From a distance, I can see the colorful flags hanging high in front of the Wufeng Tower of the South Altar, and the incense cases are strictly arranged.

Every family enshrines the Dragon King tablet, the small tank is filled with clear water, willow branches, leaves, and fragrant flowers are inserted around it, and the lamps and candles are arranged in place.

Neighbors on the left and right, regardless of men, women and children, knelt down on the ground and prayed to the sky.

Naturally, Han Xiangzi couldn't go to the South Altar.

He just looked for a stone bridge nearby, and sat there, then picked up the fishing drum and bamboo slips, and hummed a song of Taoism.

Beside him, there is also a long board with the words "Sell Ruixue" written on it.

Such and such, naturally seemed out of tune with the people in Nantan.

People passing by couldn't help but take a few extra glances at this Taoist.

"Daoist, you have rain and snow to sell, can you sell some to me?"

Not long after, an old man with a big belly came over to Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi saw that he was born rich and handsome, and knew that he was the generation of Jia Jia.

Just nodded and said:

"There is indeed rain and snow to sell."

"I don't know the price?"

The old man's name is Wang Fu.

Originally a businessman from out of town, when he came to Chang'an, he saw someone posting a poster asking for rain. If it came true, he would be rewarded.

He couldn't help thinking about it.

Now seeing a man selling snow here, Wang Fu had an idea, so he started talking with Han Xiangzi.

"Just pay the money, and the poor will ask Yu Xuefei to come down and sell it to you!"

Han Xiangzi laughed.

After the words fell, Wang Fu's face became annoyed.

Feeling that Han Xiangzi's words were clearly teasing himself, he scolded:
"You Taoist, are you crazy about money? There is a severe drought, and the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Mr. Han Yuhan, led all the officials to the South Altar to pray for rain for a long time, but there was no rain or snow falling!"

"Now, with just one word from you, you can fly down and sell it to me?"

Han Xiangzi shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"Pindao is not crazy, the wind, cloud, snow and moon are all in his sleeves."

Hearing this, Wang Fu sneered and said sarcastically:
"Since you have such abilities, why don't you reveal the list and go to the South Altar to pray for rain. If you really ask for rain and snow, you can exchange for a fortune."

"At that time, it is not impossible to build a Taoist temple and be named a national teacher."

"People who are poor in the mountains and the wild have never liked to be restrained by them. As long as Master Han is willing to reward him with ten thousand taels of gold and one hundred oblique pearls, I will pray for a day of heavy snow for him."

Han Xiangzi said bluntly.

When the words fell, Wang Fu was extremely angry, and was quite speechless to Han Xiangzi, cursing:
"you……"

"You are shameless! Mr. Han is a great Confucian, honest and honest, how can you have these golden pigs for you?"

Regarding this, Han Xiangzi disagreed and said:
"Since he is honest and upright, we cultivators should also be merciful, so we don't need those gold, silver and jewels, just a good story about giving up our hands and passing on our lives."

How could Han Xiangzi really want those treasures? All he needed was an excuse to ask for rain.

"Taoist priest, how do you want to pass on your life?"

Wang Fu frowned and asked.

"The poor way wants Master Han to lead all the officials to bow one step at a time, and invite me to the altar, so that I can raise my hands like wind and put my hands together like snow!" Han Xiangzi said decisively.

Earlier, Han Zhongli said that the Emperor Tang did something wrong, which caused Ziwei to be unprotected and a natural disaster.

Han Xiangzi Yuxue got it from Dongting Dragon Lord, if he got it here, it would be the opposite of Emperor Ziwei.

Now, Han Yu obeyed the emperor's decree, and naturally represented the Tang emperor, asking him to worship every step of the way, not to Han Xiangzi, but to confess his sins to heaven.

Only in this way can the anger be suppressed.

Let him go through the rain and snow, and the matter will pass.

"Master Han is pleading for the people, and asking him to worship every step of the way is also to all living beings in the world. It doesn't matter if Master Han has the common people in his heart."

"You little Taoist priest is waiting here, and I'm going to spread the word."

Wang Fu thought for a while, but he didn't think it was wrong. After glancing at Han Xiangzi, he said.

"Don't worry, Pindao has always been here and will not go away."

Han Xiangzi knew what he was thinking, and said with a light smile.

"By the way, don't you know the name of the little Taoist?"

Before leaving, Wang Fu asked again.

"Pimpdao Dongxiao, from Zhongnan Mountain."

Han Xiangzi said with his usual expression.

……

Said that Wang Fu, after leaving here, he ran to the South Altar in a flash.

When he arrived outside the South Altar, he was out of breath and his face was red.

"Old man, this is an important place in the Southern Altar. It has nothing to do with others, and you are not allowed to trespass."

Seeing this, the officer at the door hurriedly stopped him.

"I came here because I have something important to report to Master Han."

Wang Fu gasped.

"What's the matter?"

Ask the gatekeeper.

"Today there is a small street from Mount Zhongnan who sells snow on the street. He calls himself Taoist Dongxiao, saying that he can bring rain and snow for the court. After he goes to the altar, he raises his hands to make wind and puts his hands together to make snow." Wang Fu replied.

"what?!"

"There is such a thing, where is the other person?"

……

　Regarding the chapter name, there are always answers that do not match the content.

　　Before writing, the author will prepare the outline in advance.

　　Afterwards, the outline of the chapters and the title are listed.

　　But as I was writing, I found that the plot of the content was slow to advance, and I couldn't get it all the time, and I thought the title was pretty good, so I had to do it like this.

　　amount……

　　Perhaps, the title of a chapter corresponds to [-] to [-] words, but the author's hand is slow, so it is only [-] words...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)