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Chapter 228 Two mysterious guests

Mountain top ashram.

Half an hour after Yang Hou left, Wang Ping saw the so-called "Jiminhui" deacon surnamed Liu. He was a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe. The crown on his head was actually the crown of a Xia Dynasty military general. Judging from the pattern, it is still a title from the fourth rank. A military attaché of this rank is considered a big shot on Nanlin Road.

"Greetings to Taoist Changqing, may you be blessed." Deacon Liu performed the Taoist fist-holding ceremony.

"General Liu is very handsome, I have never seen him before." Wang Ping mentioned his identity as a military attaché.

"I've always been listening to the tune at Fuming Road." Deacon Liu stood in front of Wang Ping in a polite manner, bowed again and said, "How can we, the villagers in the mountains, fall into your eyes."

What he said was a bit sarcastic, and it was very obvious that he was satirizing Wang Ping's superiority.

"Don't you think it's funny to say this while wearing a crown?" Wang Ping was not angry, but looked at the other party with interest.

"You misunderstood me."

Deacon Liu explained unhurriedly: "What I mean is that, Taoist Master, you are devoted to Taoism. Of course, it is impossible for you to be impressed by worldly people and worldly things."

"The general came here specifically to discuss the way to join the world with me?" Wang Ping asked.

"Does the Taoist priest know how to live in the world?" Deacon Liu's rhetorical question was strange and very rude.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand, and Yu Lian came out of his sleeves and surrounded him, "If you are still so confused about the next topic, then there is no need for us to continue talking."

“Isn’t spiritual practice a matter of joining the world and transcending it?”

"see a visitor out!"

Wang Ping waved his hand, and a stream of wood spirit energy pushed Deacon Liu outside the garden gate. With a "clang", the garden gate was closed.

Deacon Liu seemed to be in a state of confusion.

"General Liu, please follow me!"

The boy next to him made an invitation gesture to Deacon Liu, and then walked forward to lead the way.

Deacon Liu reacted, but his face was lifeless. He smiled and followed the pace of the boy in front of him. After another half an hour, he walked out of the gate of Qianmu Mountain.

A quarter of an hour later, he appeared in a teahouse in the town below.

He walked to an empty seat at the front of the hall and sat down, staring at a pair of grandfather and grandson singing on the stage in front of him. The grandfather played the erhu, steady and radical, and the granddaughter's singing was melodious and her appearance was very eye-catching.

"How's it going?" asked a young man in fine clothes next to him.

"It sounds good. If we were in Fuming Mansion, this girl would be snatched away by the young master of the Liu family within an hour." Deacon Liu picked up the still hot tea on the table next to him and took a sip.

The young man in rich clothes turned his head, revealing a handsome face. He looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his gray eyes were a bit unfocused, similar to those of an old man. On top of his head was a crown that held the title of a scholar.

"What do you think of him?"

Deacon Liu seemed to be fascinated by the music. When the high notes of the tune passed, he said: "Every time I heard people mention Changqing Taoist Priest of Qianmu Temple, the most mentioned one was his "Taiyan Talisman" within a hundred years. After breaking through two realms in a row, I thought his soul state would be very unstable, and even if it were stable, it would become less humane."

"But when I saw it just now, I found that this is not the case. His spirit is stable and he does not lack humanity. I personally feel that if the Lord of Xiaoshan Mansion fails, the one in the south who is most likely to be promoted to Lord of the Mansion is none other than Zi Luan and Xiu. The people of Yu are nothing but the dust of history."

The young man said sarcastically: "It's useless to flatter you. He didn't use the wood spirit to track you. He is very confident that we will look for him again."

After hearing this, Deacon Liu glanced around and said with a smile: "What I just said is true. I have seen both Xiu Yu and Zi Luan, but I can't feel the light of their future. This Taoist Priest of Changqing is different. I It seemed as if a bright light could be seen falling on him."

"He really didn't spy on you." The young man explained again helplessly.

"What I said is true!" Deacon Liu repeated firmly, and then the two of them looked at each other. At this time, the music on the stage stopped.

Then, the young man asked uncertainly: "Really?"    "Yes!"

The two remained silent for a quarter of an hour. When a pair of siblings came on stage, Deacon Liu asked, "Is what you just said true?"

"Of course!"

The two were silent for a while, as if they were listening to music. When the song ended, the young man said, "Then I will go and apologize tomorrow."

"I think it's best for you to go now."

"Why?"

"Feel!"

The young man was silent for more than ten breaths, then he decisively stood up and walked towards the gate of the teahouse. He arrived at the gate of Qianmu Mountain in less than a quarter of an hour, and then handed over a letter of apology in a polite manner.

The disciple guarding the mountain gate looked the young man up and down and left a few words "waiting", then sent someone to hurry up the mountain with the post.

They waited for three hours. When it was getting dark, an inner disciple finally came down, but he didn't even have a reply in his hand.

"Master invites you..."

After half an hour.

By the time the young man walked up to the dojo on the top of the mountain, it was completely dark, and there was a faint light from the spiritual energy in the garden. These little lights allowed people to see the road.

The young man followed the boy who led the way out of the small courtyard, and looked at Wang Ping who was sitting next to the stone table through the faint light of the oil lamp in the small courtyard.

"We seem to have met before." Wang Ping spoke first.

"I met the Taoist Priest of Changqing. He has a good memory and the path is closed. He briefly served as a scribe in the Daozang Hall of Jinhuai Prefecture for two years."

"You are so humble." Wang Ping looked at Guan Xi. The power in his body was thick and special, making Wang Ping feel like he was always being visited.

"Taoist priest, you have to be polite in other people's territory, do you understand?" Yu Lian's voice came down from the quiet eaves.

"I'm sorry, but this power is beyond my control." Guan Xi saluted with clasped fists.

"It seems like this is really the case. It's so interesting." Yu Lian fell next to Wang Ping, staring at Guan Xi with a pair of vertical pupils curiously, "What did you fuse with?"

“I was not fused with anything, but was given.”

"Given... a word that makes people think of it. Who gave it to you?"

"Nature is an omnipotent saint."

"interesting."

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment because he didn't expect Guan Xi to say it so unabashedly.

Wang Ping was surprised that Guan Xi was very satisfied. He smiled and said: "Everyone in this world worships saints, and even more envies their omnipotent ability..."

"Do you all like to show off like this?" Yulian expressed Wang Ping's thoughts.

"Sorry, I gave you such an impression, then... let's talk about some serious matters now, such as... the two crazy star gods that you are troublesome about, fellow Taoist."

Wang Ping looked at Guan Xi and said: "You all mentioned Taoist Fellow Danchen in your greetings, but you...are different from him, although he did something that made me angry, so if you really have a clue , you might as well tell me and I’ll listen, otherwise don’t disturb me from admiring the moon.”

(End of this chapter)