I'm an immortal in heaven

Chapter 65 Are you going to sit in the mountain temple?
"Old woodcutter, cut firewood by himself, bundled green pine, carried green locust trees, outside the autumn mountains where wild grass is vast~~~"

The white clouds rolled around, the mountains and rivers were far away, and a clear and melodious singing sounded on Yuquan Peak. A young man in a Qingxia Yudou Qilin robe stood on a rock and sang loudly.

In the forest of Yuquan Peak, a woodcutter dressed in short brown clothes, a straw hat on his head, and carrying firewood on his shoulders raised his head and glanced at the top of the mountain.

Immediately, the woodcutter put down the firewood, put his left hand on his hips, wiped his sweat with his right arm, and sang, "Going up the mountain, the clouds pass by the top of the mountain, and down the mountain, the water comes from the rock stream. If I don't go up, I won't go down. I just sit and watch the flowers bloom on their own."

Fang Jian laughed and said, "Are there any mortals in Xihua Prefecture?"

The woodcutter replied, "No."

Fang Jian asked again: "Since there are no mortals, where did the woodcutter come from?"

The woodcutter asked, "Are there any mortals in the heavenly court?"

Fang Jian said, "No."

The woodcutter asked again: "Since there are no mortals, where did the palaces and buildings come from?"

Fang Jiandao: "Palaces and buildings are needed for the majesty of heaven, and where the duties of immortal officials are."

The woodcutter said: "A woodcutter in the mountains, what is needed for practice and experience, is where the Taoist mind is at ease."

With a flash of golden light, Fang Jian unleashed the King of Thailand.

Seeing the woodcutter below, his vicissitudes of eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "Could it be that the old man cuts some firewood, and the mountain god will hit me?"

Fang Jian asked: "Where did the evildoer come from, dare to deceive me, you are not only here to chop firewood, you are clearly here to inquire?"

The woodcutter asked: "The tiger said that I was transformed by a monster. Is it because there are no ordinary people in Xihua Prefecture?"

Fang Jian said: "Not bad."

The woodcutter asked again: "Then how do you know that I am not from Taoism or Buddhism?"

Hearing the words, Fang Jian took a closer look, then nodded and said: "You are right, I don't think you have any evil spirit, so tell me, are you a Taoist or a Buddhist?"

The woodcutter said: "Who am I, the tiger will know later. Dare to ask the tiger, can I come to Yuquan Peak to collect firewood from now on?"

"Yes." Fang Jian nodded and put away the emperor's arrogance, and said, "But you have to express it during the eighth festival of heaven and earth, right?"

"It's natural." The woodcutter nodded repeatedly, and was about to speak again, but suddenly looked up to the sky, and saw a cloud of fire flying towards here.

"Heavenly Soldiers are coming." The woodcutter raised his head and said, "Are they here to take that big white crane away?"

Fang Jian glanced at the woodcutter and said, "This is none of your business."

The woodcutter smiled lightly and didn't mind, but went into the forest again and started to collect firewood.

Fang Jian looked at the woodcutter who entered the forest with deep eyes. He just scanned this person's cultivation level with an editor, and he is a true immortal.

But in the blink of an eye, Wu Tongjun flew to Yuquan Peak with the heavenly soldiers and generals. He waved the flag, and the clouds within a thousand miles were instantly cleared, and the sky turned blue in an instant.

"Huh?" Wu Tongjun was about to speak, when suddenly his eyes froze, and he looked towards the halfway up the mountainside of Yuquan Peak below.

"Where do fellow daoists come from?" Wu Tongjun said, his voice descending like thunder.

The woodcutter put down the hatchet in his hand, raised his head and clasped his fists at Wutongjun and said, "The woodcutters in Mingquan Mountain have met Wutongjun's envoy."

Lord Wutong glanced at him, and then said: "This is where the God's Mansion of Duanjie Mountain is located, do fellow Taoists know?"

The woodcutter nodded and said, "Don't worry, Wu Tongjun, I'll show myself upright, and I won't do anything harmful to the heavenly officials."

"Okay." Wu Tongjun nodded, and ignored the woodcutter, but said to Fang Jian who was climbing up the clouds: "Tiger, I am ordered by Daoist Weisheng to escort Hong Yuanhua to the heaven to discuss his crimes. cut."

Fang Jian clasped his fists and said, "Report to Lord Wutong, Hong Yuanhua is here, please accept it from Lord Wutong."

Wu Tongjun nodded slightly, then pressed the cloud head himself, and flew around Hong Yuanhua.

"That's right, the body has been verified, take it away." Wu Tongjun waved the command flag and said.

On top of the fire cloud, while the drum was beating, 360 magicians descended from the cloud, grabbed the demon-binding rope wrapped around Yuquan Peak, and then untied it and pulled it violently.

Hong Yuanhua's huge body was immediately pulled below the fire cloud and hung in midair.

"Masters, please slow down!" At this moment, a shout came from a distance, and then a white cloud flashed, and Lan Shaojun drove the white cloud to Yuquan Peak.

"My gods, please be slow, can you allow the little demon to say a few words to him?" Lan Shaojun bowed to Wu Tongjun.

Wu Tongjun glanced at Lan Shaojun and said, "Who are you?"

Lan Shaojun quickly said: "The little demon is the eldest son of Mingyue Cave Demon Mansion, Lan Shaojun."

Fang Jian asked from the side: "Are you here to see him off?"

Lan Shaojun nodded and said: "Yes, the demon Ni Hong Yuanhua and I have a brotherhood, please allow me to see him off."

Hearing this, Fang Jian said to Lord Wu Tong: "My lord, a demon is affectionate and righteous. As an immortal official in the heavenly court and a role model in all realms, we should grant this request."

Wu Tongjun nodded and said: "What the tiger said is true." Then he said to Lan Shaojun: "I will give you the time for a stick of incense."

Lan Shaojun was overjoyed when he heard the words, and thanked him again and again: "Thank you to the envoy Wutong, and thank you to the mountain god."

Then Lan Shaojun flew in front of Hong Yuanhua, glanced at him, and said sadly: "Yuanhua, you made a big mistake this time."

Hong Yuanhua sighed, and said: "What's the use of you talking about it now? If I'm not reborn in the next life, you have to help me, don't let me suffer too much."

Lan Shaojun gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Well, don't worry, even if you are reincarnated as a human, I will still find you."

Hong Yuanhua asked: "Did the ancestor ask you to see me off?"

"." Lan Shaojun was silent for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes."

Hong Yuanhua smiled, "Hahaha, don't lie to me, your expression is obviously lying, I know you too well."

Seeing this, Lan Shaojun had no choice but to say in a low voice: "The ancestor also wanted to come to Mingyue Cave Demon Mansion. He had no choice but to let me come. I insisted on coming."

"Hahaha, he has no other choice? Could it be that he has no choice but to marry that Yu Ji?" Hong Yuanhua's words inevitably contained some sarcasm.

Lan Shaojun's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he hurriedly said: "No, the ancestor really had no choice but to do this, and he was also killed by someone."

Halfway through the speech, Lan Shaojun suddenly remembered that Fang Jian, the perpetrator, was at the side, so he immediately stopped explaining.

Hong Yuanhua let out a long sigh, and said: "The patriarch didn't let anyone send me off, I don't blame him, but he shouldn't have married that woman, my Mingyue Cave Demon Mansion will definitely be destroyed because of a woman."

Lan Shaojun frowned and said, "Yuanhua, what you said is too serious, it's not enough."

Hong Yuanhua looked at Lan Shaojun, and finally said in a low voice: "Be careful."

"Huh?" Lan Shaojun asked suspiciously, "What are you careful about?"

Hong Yuanhua cast his eyes on Fang Jian not far away, and Lan Shaojun followed suit.

"Okay, God, take me away." Hong Yuanhua didn't care if Lan Shaojun understood what he meant, but he had done his best.

"Yuanhua, I still have something to say," Lan Shaojun said hastily.

Hong Yuanhua said, "Let's talk about it in my next life. Then you can come to me with these words."

Lan Shaojun had no choice but to watch Hong Yuanhua being dragged into the fire cloud and away amidst the sound of drums beating.

"My lord, do you want to sit in the temple?" Just as Lan Shaojun was staring blankly at the direction Hong Yuanhua was leaving, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

Lan Shaojun turned his head to look, and saw Fang Jianzheng standing on the cloud head smiling kindly at himself.

"No, no, no, the tiger is busy with his duties, so I won't bother you." After Lan Shaojun finished speaking, he cupped his hands at Fang Jian, and hurried away in Baiyun.

He was afraid that he would not run away again, so Fang Jian called tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals to surround him, saying that he trespassed on the land controlled by the mountain god.

He firmly believes that Fang Jian can do it, because that's how he cheated his ancestors.

　Today is National Day, and there are two more chapters to come.

　　Here I wish the prosperity of the motherland first, and then I wish the friends who read this book a happy National Day and happiness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)