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Chapter 171 Twenty: Daxiangguo Temple

After Hong Yao counted the rewards, all the demons discussed the use of the cloth again, and agreed to take out a five-color silk, and set aside a single silk for Sao Qingniang and Hong Yao.

Originally, Hong Yao also scratched Tu Shanxi's coat, but the fox girl shook her head and refused, and took the white fox fur.

Qingchi Eryasha's eyes were hot, and he also turned into a human body, turning into a sick man with a pale complexion, and a strong and Tibetan man with a reddish face, holding a five-color silk stick and gesticulating towards his body.

Xu Da stepped in again, wrapped around the red medicine, and asked for a short coat before giving up.

After making a fuss for a while, Hongyao drew out the unused tea, silk and other things.In Yujing City, silk is hard currency, better than silver money, and it can be used directly without selling.As for those tea leaves, you can set up a stall at the Daxiangguo Temple, or take them to the tea shop at a cheaper price, which is also easy to deal with.Among these rewards, the most precious golden brocade and the rarest Longtao Talisman Book were kept as collections, and the other things were worth about 400 taels of silver, which was enough to buy furniture.

After the monsters packed up their things, it began to snow again outside.

Li Chan put on a sheepskin cape, and Hong Yao took a copper hand stove, without adding any charcoal, put Song Wuji in it, and went out with an umbrella.

Throw away the broken lock that is still hanging on the door, and head north to Daxiangguo Temple.

Daxiangguo Temple is in the north of Guangzhaifang. Although it is a Buddhist temple, the high and low mats outside the temple gate are one of the largest markets in Yujing City, known as the trade of all surnames.

Inside the first temple gate, most of them sell birds, cats and dogs.Some falcon dealers, in order to show the cleverness and docility of the falcons they sell, let them fly elsewhere without restraint.So, on the archway and on the cloud bridge, there are cats and birds of various colors everywhere. Occasionally, when the owner's call is heard, they will return to the mats obediently, allowing customers to look at them and pet them.

When Hong Yao walked under the Yunqiao, there was a sound of flapping wings.

One is white in the mist, and the other snow nods, chasing back and forth, flying across the cloud bridge.

Her eyes followed Er Falcon to the west, and Er Falcon passed the gate tower of Daxiangguo Temple and disappeared.

Looking down from the top of the gate tower, you will first see a plaque with a sapphire lacquer background of "Fanlumen", and then down, there is a couplet on the pillars, which are "three thousand worlds" and "ten thousand feet in the world of mortals".

The two walked through the archway.

Inside the first door, many businessmen are soliciting business, those who sell falcons are looking for men, and those who sell cats are looking for women.There are dense iron cages on the side of the street, holding many birds with different patterns.In a certain cage, there is a cat from the Shushan Kingdom with a pure white coat.Hong Yao looked it up curiously, thinking, no matter how fat this cat is, it will look exactly like Xu Da.The cat dealer behind the cage stopped when he saw a customer, and even said that the little lady was destined for this cat, Hong Yao only laughed and said that there were already two guys in the house, one black and one white, and couldn't stand more fooling around.

After passing through the bird market and the river sand gate, there is another market, which sells saddles, bridles, bows and arrows, clothing decorations, utensils, tea, fruits, etc., as well as Buddha statues, tables and chairs.When they got here, Hong Yao went to the store to find someone to inquire about the price, and Li Chan continued to move forward.

He passed through the Zisheng Gate and looked up. The walls of Daxiangguo Temple were covered with murals, with pictures of ghosts and operas, people playing music, and poems written by celebrities over the years.In the market near the Buddha Hall, most of them sell books, ink, Buddhist beads and Buddha statues.After passing a few doors, I saw two ink sellers.

It has been more than [-] days since I came to Yujing, and when I was busy repairing the abandoned garden, Li Chan did not forget to entrust Si Youjin, the god, to inquire about the news of Pan Gu, the Immortal Mo.There is an ink-making workshop in Pangu, opened in front of the Daxiangguo Temple, and his whereabouts are very mysterious, only those close to him know, even Shenzha Si Youjin only found out that this person once collected cloud liquid in Huliang Mountain at the end of autumn .

Passing by Dianmozhai and Cang Peishi's row of classics and picture albums on the booth, we saw the facade with Pan Gumo's signboard.Li Chan put away her umbrella, patted the snow off her shoulders, and walked into the front door.

There are all kinds of ink products on display in the store, some are practical, and some are painted with gold and silver, which are specially used for appreciation.He took a closer look and knew that although these inks were excellent, they were not amazing, let alone miraculous.

But this is not surprising, after all, Pan Gu will donate a thousand catties of dragon and phoenix ink to the Dayong treasury every year, and also offer a thousand catties of god ink to Xiyi Mountain.Just talking about the Shenqi ink, the Shenqi spring water to be used is a strange thing.This water is more fragrant than blue pepper, and tastes very good as wine. If you want to collect it, you have to leave Dayong Kingdom northward, cross Guihu Mountain, and go to the foot of Huling Mountain in Zhongbei Kingdom.It will take a lot of energy to finish the two thousand catties of ink, so how can that Immortal Mo have the time to make some ordinary ink?The ink sticks in this store are all goods produced by the ink workshop.

Li Chan picked up a piece of medicinal ink and sniffed it up his nose. He smelled musky borneol, and asked casually, "Shopkeeper, is there any ink made by Immortal Mo here?"

"Of course there is." The shopkeeper saw that the visitor was wearing a sheepskin shawl, and he didn't look like a rich owner, but he took out a lacquer box from the bottom of the cabinet, opened it, and revealed a block of black ink without carving, "This is it. "

Li Chan leaned over and sniffed, and said: "Golden Chansu, black bear gall, white tiger gall, herring gall, red snake gall, white bird gall, yellow ox gall..."

The store owner was stunned, there were quite a few people who could recognize that it was medicinal ink, but there were only a handful of people who could say that the ink material used in this "Rainbow Gallbladder" was not bad at a single smell.

He put away his contempt and praised: "This gentleman has good eyesight!"

Li Chan smiled, this ink block is made of exquisite materials, according to the price of ink in the store, it will cost at least hundreds of pennies.For the collector, this ink is a treasure worthy of being put in the cabinet. For him, one cannot afford it, and the other is useless.

He asked: "This ink is useless to me, does the store know where Immortal Mo is now?"

Seeing that the young man was an expert, the shopkeeper didn't take this sentence as an excuse for being too expensive, and replied: "There are too many people in Yujing City who want to find Mr. Pan, and even I don't know his whereabouts. However, recently Pan Mr. Gong will return to Yujing, Mr. Pan often goes to participate in literati gatherings, you can pay attention to one or two."

Seeing that she couldn't find anything to ask, Li Chan thanked her and left the shop.

The snow outside was falling again, and even though there were people walking in the street, a paper-thin layer had accumulated in the gaps where no one walked.

At this moment, on the Yunqiao Feilou to the east of Daxiangguo Temple, a white-drawn oil wall cart passed by.

The shape of the oil-walled car is quite thick, but there are cloud and wind symbols on the hub and the wall of the car. The wheels rolled over the frost, although it was not so clear that there were no traces of snow, but only two very shallow ruts were left.

In front of the shaft of the chariot was a white dragon flag with a green edge and a black background.When passers-by by the bridge saw the white dragon flag, they knew it was the carriage of General Fengchen's mansion.

When the world mentions the emperor, it is often said that the emperor is a real "dragon".But there are exceptions.For example, Jiang Dulu, the current Fengchen general, used a white dragon flag.

If you want to say why the Jiang family can use the dragon flag, it has to be traced back to ancient times.At that time, the ancestors of Ren had not yet reached the end of heaven, and there was a family living by the Guishui River.Gui, the ancestor of this family, was originally a mortal. One day, she was picking phoenix by the water, and was blessed by a white dragon. The descendants born from this were born with supernatural powers and became the family of the white dragon "Tian Shui".This family was given the surname "Chunlu" by the Tianshui clan.After returning to the ancestors, the Chunlu family took the name of their ancestor's daughter Gui, put the character Gui on top of the female character, and changed the surname to "Jiang".But even though they changed their surnames, the family still uses the white dragon as their banner, which remains unchanged to this day.

At this time, there were two girls sitting in the car. One girl was wearing green clothes, holding a copper hand stove, tied in a bun, and was a maid.Another girl was wearing a thin Yuebai skirt, and she was lifting the heavy velvet curtains to look at the scenery outside the window.

The maid sat next to the girl in the Yuebai skirt, appearing very intimate.The servant girl touched the warm furnace wall, saw the pink neck on the young girl's white collar, and saw the snowflakes outside the window. She couldn't help feeling that her little lady was dressed so thinly in such a cold day, she was worthy of being the queen of the gate.

Seeing the flying eaves of Xiangguo Temple, the maid thought again, the little lady was born with dragon blood, and she was congenital at the age of 14, and now she has half a step of transformation, even the three famous captains in Fengchenwei have been defeated by her.Although I don't know whether the three captains really lost or pretended to lose, but the martial arts endowment of the little lady is really frightening.After the other family's generals, it is a great compliment to say "a tiger father has no dogs", or "you are like a father", but the young lady's endowment seems to be stronger than her father.It is said that when the current General Fengchen was young, he did not achieve innate talent until he was 17 years old.

But it's a headache to say, this little lady seems to think that practicing martial arts is too easy, and supernatural powers are not difficult to learn, so she fell in love with Wenmo in recent years. Xu Zhonghao, a master painter with the name ".

Right now, after receiving a letter from the teacher, I heard that Immortal Mo had arrived at Daxiangguo Temple, and the girl wanted to ask for a precious ink for the teacher, so she drove over.

The maid looked at the girl beside her, and saw that if there was a silver light in the girl's eyes, it seemed to be due to Yingxue, she said: "My lady, Mrs. Pan has just arrived at the Daxiangguo Temple, and we haven't had a rest for a long time, so we came to visit, isn't it a bit disturbing? gone?"

The girl watching the snow didn't turn her head back, and said calmly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The maid hastily denied: "How can there be!"

"Then what are you bothering about?"

The girl put down the curtain of the car, turned her head and scratched the armpits of the servant girl.

"Hey, little lady..."

The maid shrank to avoid it.

Laughter suddenly broke out, covered by the velvet car curtain, and disappeared in the wind and snow.

The white horse pulled the oil wall cart across the cloud bridge and headed for Daxiangguo Temple.

In the market in front of the temple, Li Chan looked back at Pan Gumo's plaque, and walked into the snow with an umbrella.

(End of this chapter)