Journey to the West: All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 175
Since ancient times, a road in Huashan has been extremely steep, with peaks cut like swords and mountains cut like axes.

Zhang Guo rode the donkey upside down, just facing Jiang Liu, and arrived at the foot of Mount Hua in a short time.

Jiang Liu walked all the way, but he didn't see any demonic or demonic energy, unlike the previous Jiangnan Road, where demons made chaos and left the city, even the practitioners were cautious.

The land of the Central Plains is really extraordinary. The scene of the peaceful country and the people's peace is not only because it is located in the Central Plains, but under the eyes of the Heavenly Court, it is more because of the great power of the Tang Dynasty, which already has the appearance of a prosperous age.Although the land on all sides is still in chaos, it can no longer stop Datang's chariot from running, and any obstacles in front of him will be crushed to pieces.

"Fellow Taoist, fellow Taoists Zhongli and Tieguai haven't arrived yet, so I might as well take you to Xiyue Temple!" Zhang Guo suggested.

"Alright, let's go to Xiyue Temple to pay homage to the Huayue Holy Mother!"

The Temple of the Three Virgins on Mount Hua is his place of worship, and the Xueying Palace hidden in the sea of ​​clouds on Huashan Mountain is his other residence, his residence when he descends to the mortal world.Most of the time, the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan still resides in the 33 days.

After all, she is the real niece of the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian's real sister.

More importantly, she has already attained the position of a celestial being, a real celestial being who refines the gods and reverses the emptiness.Moreover, the lotus lamp passed to her by Empress Nuwa is a chaotic spiritual treasure.

When the majesty is not yet opened, the clear and the turbid are not distinguished, the heaven and the earth have not yet opened, and all things are in chaos, the whole world is floating in endless coldness and boundlessness. Yuehua turned into a chaotic spiritual treasure with boundless magic power, that is, the Lotus Lantern, with infinite power.

On the 33rd day, in a fairy palace, amidst the misty clouds and mists, two beautiful fairies appeared. One was dressed in white without any decorations, but they were extremely dignified, luxurious and ethereal. Yun Yun in "Dou Po" is simply incomparable!
She was leaning on the railing and looking at the sea of ​​clouds boredly, her long skirt fluttered, her blue hair fluttered, and the sea of ​​clouds tumbling, the woman in Tsing Yi standing beside her said, "Princess, the winter solstice in the lower realm is coming, and the Xueying Palace Literature Club will be able to do it this year." Still in person?"

The fairy slowly withdrew her eyes from the sea of ​​clouds, and said: "Ganoderma lucidum, watching them talk about the law and the Tao, it's so boring, the Wenhui back then has become a place for discussing the Tao..."

"Princess, in previous years, you always showed your face at the literary meeting, and left the rest to me. Why don't you go this year? Since you are going to go to the lower realms to show your holiness, why don't you stop by to have a look. This literary meeting has been going on for so long. It's a pity to break it, and it will also damage the princess's reputation!" The maid named Lingzhi persuaded.

There was a hint of disappointment in the fairy's eyes, and she sighed: "After Jian'an, this world has been worse than every year. Before that, there were three Cao family fathers and sons. Later, the Wang Xie family was okay. Now poetry, song and Fu , there is nothing to catch the eye..."

"Princess, I heard that the Great Tang Dynasty in the Lower Realm is already in its prime, so there might be some surprises!"

"I hope so!"

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In the Xiyue Temple, the main hall is dedicated to the Three Holy Mothers. The clay statues are lifelike, and the statue next to the gods is the fairy Ganoderma lucidum.

In front of Jiang Liu, the smoke from the sacrificial incense rose straight up to a height of more than three feet, and seemed to disappear directly between the mouth and nose of the statue.

It seems that the statue on the altar is actively absorbing incense.

Raise your head three feet and there are gods!
Jiang Liu and Zhang Guo walked around the mountains and returned to Xiyue Temple. Before they knew it, it was the time when the moon was in the sky. The full moon was hanging high, and the scenery was magnificent.

"In this situation, there should be good wine." As he said, Jiang Liu took out two wine gourds from the storage space, which contained good wine brewed in the "Dou Po" world. It is unknown, but according to Medusa's Character, of course, is a peerless wine.

"Good wine!" Zhang Guo took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

"If you have wine and the moon, you should compose a poem!"

Holding the fishing drum, Zhang Guo smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, can you still compose poetry? All ears!"

Jiang Liu paced back and forth, not knowing what poem to write.In the past, King Zhou wrote poems in the temple of Nuwa to destroy the country, but Jiang Liu didn't want to follow in the footsteps.

Risks and opportunities coexist!

At this moment, a full moon hangs high on the top of the mountain. Although winter has already entered, the cold and heat have no effect on Qi refiners like Jiang Liu at all.Jiang Liu broke off a dead branch and walked to the cliff outside the temple.

Jiang Liu's handwriting may be due to his habit of drawing talismans, or he may not be used to writing with a brush. Even if he writes with his heart, it can only be said that the handwriting is clear, beautiful, or calligraphy is not hooked at all.

Now using branches to draw on the cliff is almost equivalent to stele inscriptions, not to mention the aesthetic feeling. Zhang Guo feels ugly when he writes the first character.

Extremely ugly, like a ghost drawing.

"Ask the moon with wine..."

Jiang Liu wrote the numbers, and gradually got a feeling, the dead branches were outlined on the rocky cliff, three points into the stone, and the stone powder fell down.

Zhang Guo's face was covered with black lines, but if he added a voice-over, he would definitely have to add a few crows flying over his forehead.However, after looking at it a few more times, he let out a light sigh.Ugly, of course, needless to say, but this kind of ugliness has a very unique taste in it.

I can't say what it feels like, but it is unique and has a deformed beauty.If it is a specific metaphor, it is like the bonsai in Suzhou gardens. Those plants are forcibly twisted and cut, but they give people a unique beauty!For example, the three-inch golden lotus in the Ming and Qing Dynasties was really unacceptable, but at that time, it made people flock to it.

"This... is... simple and strange, like jagged and strange rocks, with white clouds floating in the sky..." Zhang Guo commented a few words, thinking that the world will never see such words engraved in front of the Temple of the Three Virgins tomorrow, and they will never last a day It will be shoveled, and those temples and mortals can't see through a trace of beauty in it.

The world admires Qin Lisi's seal script, Han Wei Zhang Zhi's Zhangcao, Zhong Yao's regular script, calligrapher Wang Xizhi's father and son's cursive script, and Jiang Liu's calligraphy. From the eyes of those who are proficient in calligraphy, it has a different kind of beauty.

Jiang Liu waved his hand, swept away the stone powder from the handwriting, and nodded in satisfaction: "How?"

"When will the moon come in the blue sky? I'll stop my cup and ask... People today don't see the moon in ancient times, but this month once shines on people in ancient times..." After every sentence, he took a big sip, and after finishing a poem, Zhang Guo was already a little Xun Xunran laughed loudly and said: "Good poems, good characters! Dangfu will understand... But I am afraid that this stele will be destroyed tomorrow! Ordinary people, ordinary eyes, how can they understand the meaning in it!"

Jiang Liu left the poem here to try out what the Three Holy Mothers are like, and said with a smile: "If it is destroyed, it is God's will... let's go, tomorrow is the winter solstice, we can't be late!"

The two laughed loudly, drank the wine in the gourd, and headed towards the top of Mount Hua.

(End of this chapter)