Back to the early Tang Dynasty to be a fairy

Chapter 333 Poor Dao Erwa... No, Si Mingjun!
Unlike Chang'an, which is surrounded by eight waters but built on a plateau, Luoyang City in the Tang Dynasty was built directly on Luoshui, dividing Luoyang City into two parts...

Rich and Poor!
In Miyagi on the north side of Luoshui River, as well as in places like Qinghuafang and Lidefang next to Miyagi, most of the people living in such places are high-ranking officials and eunuchs, wealthy businessmen, while those in Daodefang and Wenroufang on the south side of Luoshui The place is the place where ordinary Luoyang city residents live.

The gap between the rich and the poor is very obvious!

A flying crane made of paper flapped its wings in the air, and flew directly along the Luoshui River from the west side into the Taoist workshop in Luoyang City, and came to the door of a low house that seemed to have only one entrance. Then it flapped its wings lightly and flew up and down around the door.

After a while, the door opened by itself, revealing a gap!
The paper crane shook, spread its wings and flew in through the door.

I saw that behind this low door was a very spacious yard, and there was another door in the yard that was slightly wider than the one just now.

The paper crane flapped its wings and flew into the second door.

Behind the second door is a gorgeous mansion, with small bridges and flowing water, dancing pavilions and singing platforms, and even a three-story building, which is gorgeously decorated and jeweled.

But the strange thing is that standing outside the first door, you can't see all this at all.

There is a banquet being held on the top floor of the building, the food is delicious and the utensils are exotic, even for princes and nobles, the house of Zhongming Dingshi is nothing more than this.

Sitting on the main seat is a Taoist priest in his 20s with a great appearance and wearing a cloud crown and Xiayi. Next to the Taoist priest is sitting a female Taoist priest wearing a Xiayi. Thirty to fifty handsome jade boy maids are waiting.

Sitting in the guest seat was an official in Tsing Yi. He seemed to be a little drunk, holding a glass of wine, looking at his master with undisguised envy in his eyes.

"Er Wazi, you are really amazing now!"

Hearing the simple address of his guest, the 20-year-old Taoist priest sitting in the main seat coughed lightly and replied solemnly.

"Brother Yuan Gui, Pindao has already been born, so you don't need to use these secular titles anymore, just call Pindao Simingjun!"

"Oh! When we were playing together when we were young, didn't someone call me that all the time? I'm used to it..."

The official in Tsing Yi waved his hand and said carelessly.

"I said Erwazi, I only knew that your family has been Taoist priests for generations, but I didn't expect that there are such benefits in being a Taoist priest and becoming a fairy. Look at the appearance of Mrs. Zun, even a nine-day fairy is not as good. And these things Fairy boy and girl... Alas! If I had known earlier, I would have followed you to learn Taoism when I was young."

"Ha ha……"

The Taoist priest smiled slightly at the female Taoist priest beside him, and then shook the Xiayi on his body, instantly shining brightly, and the shining Tsingyi official blinked again and again.

"Brother Yuan Gui, you are destined to enjoy the wealth and honor in the world, even if the poor are willing to help you, there is nothing you can do... Huh?"

While the Taoist priest was speaking, Brother Yuan Gui, an official in Tsing Yi, saw a puzzled look on his face, and then saw him stretch out his hand and wave it out of the window, and then a crane made of paper fluttered from outside Some of them flew in and circled around the Taoist priest.

Si Mingjun raised his hand, and the paper crane flew to his hand obediently. The Taoist shook his hand slightly, and the paper crane turned into a stack of letter paper.

While Brother Yuan Gui was still amazed by the Taoist priest's series of operations, the Taoist priest had already read the letter at a glance, and then handed the letter in his hand to the female Taoist priest beside him.

The female Taoist priest covered her lips and smiled lightly, took the other party's letter, looked at it casually a few times, and stuffed the letter paper into her sleeve.

"Erwazi... No, Si Mingjun!"

Brother Yuan Gui yelled habitually at first, and then saw the Taoist priest looking at him from above, he frowned and changed his address again.

"What happened?"

"Small thing!"

The Taoist waved his hand casually.

"A fellow Taoist from Pindao wrote a letter, saying that he wants the poor Taoist couple to go to Chang'an to do him a favor..."

"Oh!"

Brother Yuan Gui let out an oh, and said enviously.

"It turns out that it's so convenient for you people who practice the Tao to communicate..."

"It's not like everyone..."

Consciously or unintentionally, the Taoist adjusted the Xiayi on his body again, and the reflected light hurt the eyes of the official in Qingyi again.

"If you want to communicate like this, you can't do it without a certain amount of mana."

"Oh……"

The official in Tsing Yi clicked his tongue twice, and then glanced over the maid Yutong next to him, with envy in his eyes, then picked up the wine glass and poured a glass of wine into his own mouth.

"Second... Mr. Si Ming, do you see that your husband and wife are sitting together, does it look a bit lonely on this side?"

"Oh?"

The Taoist priest looked at the female Taoist priest, then looked at the official in Tsing Yi with a smile at the same time, and then heard the female Taoist priest speak in a soft voice.

"Since Brother Yuan Gui is your husband's old acquaintance, it's really not good to let him sit there alone, what do you think, husband?"

"What the lady said is absolutely true!"

The Taoist priest nodded and said to the official in Tsing Yi.

"Pindao and Brother Yuan Gui are friends of the chief executive, it's not good for you to sit alone, come here!"

Following the shout, a man in black came out from under the hall and bowed his hands towards the Taoist priest.

"Please order!"

After seeing the man in black appear, Si Mingjun waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Go and invite a beautiful lady to come and accompany Brother Yuan Gui."

"Yes!"

After the man in black agreed, he turned around and went down the hall. Not long after, a girl in a pink dress with her face covered by her sleeve came in from outside.

"Report to Lord Si Ming, the person has already been brought!"

"it is good!"

Si Mingjun and the female Taoist priest looked at each other, smiled, and pointed at the official in Tsing Yi.

"Go and sit beside Brother Yuan Gui!"

The woman in pink didn't speak. After Yingying bowed down, she walked towards Tang Yuangui's desk.

Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, Tang Yuangui couldn't help showing a curious look on his face. He turned sideways, poked his head, and looked in from under the sleeve of the woman in pink...

"what?"

After seeing the face of the woman in pink, Tang Yuangui screamed and threw his head on the ground.

"My lady! Why are you..."

"Hahaha……"

After hearing Tang Yuangui's words, Si Mingjun patted his thigh, leaning back and forth with a smile. The female Taoist priest beside him covered her mouth with her sleeve, and her shoulders were also moving.

"Of course, Brother Yuan Gui, we are having a family banquet today, who do you think the poor man will come to besides your wife?"

Tang Yuangui looked at his wife who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, and sat up straight in an instant.

"Of course, you and Mr. Si Ming are friends of the president, and you are good friends in the family. Naturally, you should let the lady of a certain family get to know each other..."

"..."

Kong Qing, who just wandered around outside but couldn't find Song Xuanbai at all, just fell into his yard from the air, and saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard sitting where he usually sat, holding his Teapot, drinking your own Longjing tea.

After seeing Kong Qing, the old Taoist calmly pointed to the guest seat opposite.

"Come on, Qingwei, sit down!"

Kong Qing blinked silently.

This Lord of Medicine really doesn't treat himself as an outsider now...

"Sun Zhenren..."

But Kong Qing didn't sit down, but raised his hand first, saluted the old Taoist's sincere Jishou, and then sat down at the position pointed by the old Taoist.

"You don't go to rest so late, is there something urgent?"

"It's still Fu Yi's business!"

Sun Simiao twisted his beard with his hands, with an inquiring look on his face.

"Qingwei, do you have any medicine that is more effective than the healing potion?"

After hearing Sun Simiao's words, Kong Qing blinked silently.

Of course there are better medicines than the little red bottle. After all, besides the little red bottle that Sun Simiao took out for research, Kong Qing also has a big red bottle and a purple bottle that is enough to bring the dead back to life.

But the problem is that he didn't intend to use it for Fu Yi at all...

"how?"

Kong Qing didn't say that he had it, nor did he say that he didn't have it, but he picked up the teapot, filled another cup of tea for Sun Simiao naturally, and replied lightly.

"Does the healing potion have no effect on Fu Yi?"

"Of course there is..."

Sun Simiao picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, and replied very honestly.

"Actually, if it wasn't for the healing potion, Fu Yi would have died a long time ago, but the problem is that the nun's sword cut through Fu Yi's heart directly, and the remaining healing potion in the hands of the old man is not enough to heal the wound completely. And the old-fashioned drugs seem to be not very effective for these inner-visceral injuries."

Kong Qing pouted silently in his heart.

Nonsense, it is absolutely impossible for you to use the little red bottle to treat minor injuries as a purple bottle, and the upper limit of blood increase is not enough.

Kong Qing picked up the teapot and filled another cup for Sun Simiao, then put down the teapot and spread his hands towards Sun Simiao.

"I'm really sorry, all the miniature healing potions have been given to you by Pindao, and now Pindao really doesn't have a bottle of miniature healing potions in his hands."

"Ugh!"

After hearing what Kong Qing said, Sun Simiao had no doubts, and he let out a long sigh.

"That's right, there shouldn't be many miraculous medicines like healing potions. Could it be that this is Fu Yi's doom?"

"That's not likely!"

Kong Qing looked at Sun Simiao with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"There is indeed no way to heal Fu Yi's injuries and bring him back to life, but Pindao has a few ways to keep Fu Yi alive..."

"Keep him alive?"

As soon as Kong Qing's words fell, Sun Simiao immediately grasped the key points in Kong Qing's words.

"Qingwei, what do you mean by immortality?"

Kong Qing looked at Sun Simiao with a smile on his face, and raised three fingers.

"The immortality that Pindao said, there are three choices: upper, middle and lower..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Sun Simiao stroked his beard with his hands, and replied without hesitation.

"What's the best policy?"

"This is a bad move...wait!"

Kong Qing looked at Sun Simiao with a depressed face.

"Sun Zhenzhen, shouldn't you ask from the bottom to the top at this time? What's the situation when you directly ask the top policy?"

Sun Simiao did not return to Kong Qing's words, but stroked his beard with his hands, and looked at him with a smile.

After being stared at by Lord Yao for half a minute, Kong Qing finally gave in.

"Well, the best strategy is for me to use the power of Laojun to canonize Fu Yi as a god. At that time, his soul will be separated from his current body, and he will use his divine power to reshape himself into a godly body. However, the disadvantage is that he may not be able to live here In the court hall, continue to yell at the monk."

"Oh!"

Sun Simiao nodded, then asked.

"What's the countermeasure?"

"The middle strategy is to use the power of Laojun to seize a damned mountain spirit and water monster for Fu Yi, and let him live again as a monster or elf. But in this way, he has to give up his human identity ..."

"Oh!"

Sun Simiao nodded again, then stood up, turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Wait for the old Taoist to ask Fu Yi himself for his opinion, and then we can talk about it."

Kong Qing blinked, and looked at Sun Simiao's leaving back with some depression.

"Sun Zhenzhen, have you made a decision and haven't asked yet?"

"You don't need to ask about the next move..."

Sun Simiao's voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Anyway, even if you ask, Fu Yi will definitely not choose."

　The immortal Si Mingjun who appeared in this chapter came from "Supplements to Immortal Biography" written by Du Guangting, a high-ranking Daoist in the Tang Dynasty.

　　
　
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