Ji Yuan, who flew away in the mist, did not fly too high or too far. He only left the capital of Gyeonggi Province for more than ten miles before slowly falling to the ground.
It was more than ten feet above the ground, and the mist drifted like smoke in the wind. It took less than half an hour to land outside the city.
This is the first time Ji Yuan has tried the flying technique, so he is a little cautious. Even if there is a big accident at this altitude and speed, it will be fine. He can land safely with lightness alone.
However, the whole process was much easier than Ji Yuan imagined. Perhaps it was due to Lao Long’s miraculous ability to soar into the clouds and ride on the mist, or perhaps because of the white dragon in his hand.
Although it didn’t fly high, the feeling of flying was still great, and Ji Yuan’s confidence greatly increased after landing.
‘But if we apply the evaluation of Patriarch Bodhi in Journey to the West, I can’t even climb the clouds, right? ’
With some evil thoughts, Ji Yuan also walked quickly towards the Tongtian River not far away.
After all, it is already spring in March. Even though it is only the early morning after dawn, the distance between Tongcheon River Pier and Gyeonggi Province is already extremely busy, with an endless stream of cars and horses, and the silence of the harsh winter is gone.
Ji Yuan is a passerby with a backpack and an umbrella. He looks like a scholar who has failed the exam and returned home. No one will give him a second glance. On the way, you can occasionally hear people talking about the number one scholar who passed the imperial examination this year. .
Arrived at the riverside, Ji Yuan did not go towards the big pier on the left. Instead, he kept to the right and headed towards the riverside road on the south side. There was already an old man waiting there. He had already anticipated the formation of Ji Yuan. old dragon.
The old dragon caressed his beard and watched his friends in the distance move from far to near. When they reached a suitable distance, he and Ji Yuan handed them over at the same time.
“Mr. Ji! Mr. Ying!”
After greeting each other, the two walked together by the river.
Old Long looked at the baggage Ji Yuan was carrying and the butter paper umbrella.
“Sometimes I envy Mr. Ji for having the patience and leisure to play with the world.”
Ji Yuan also looked at Lao Long. He was always dressed in the same way every time he saw him.
“You can do it, Mr. Ying. With Mr. Ying’s way of walking in the mortal world, what **** can see through your dragon body? Even if he sees through it, he won’t say anything to you, right?”
“Hey, I don’t have the patience. Some things are interesting, but they are not as comfortable as taking a nap.”
Old Long said half-jokingly, but from Ji Yuan’s point of view, after all, Old Long is not very interested in human affairs. If we really talk about patience, this real dragon is actually not bad.
One person and one dragon walked slowly along the river for several miles.
When it came time to really say goodbye, Lao Long reminded Ji Yuan not to forget to inform him of the place of Qingxiu when the time came, and they said goodbye with a simple greeting.
A dragon entered the water and dived into the river, while a man walked away on the clouds…
Bingzhou is located in the southeast of the Dazhen Central Plains. It is the smaller one among the thirteen states of Dazhen. There are only five prefectures in the state.
But Bingzhou is an important grain-producing area in Dazhen. The suitable climate environment and vast plain farmland make Bingzhou a veritable granary of Dazhen. In history, there are many records of grain transfer from Bingzhou when there were domestic disasters.
Changchuan Prefecture is the capital of Bingzhou. In addition to Fucheng, it has jurisdiction over twelve major counties, and Dongle County is one of them.
Ji Yuan was familiar with flying in the clouds and driving in the fog, and he also asked for directions along the way. He arrived at Dongle County, the hometown of Taoist Qingsong, at the end of April without any danger.
To be honest, Ji Yuan was quite surprised when he learned that Taoist Qingsong and his disciple Qi Wen lived in Bingzhou.
Bingzhou is not close to Jizhou. At that time, Ji Yuan thought that the two Taoist priests, one big and one small, were wandering around Jizhou and even Desheng Prefecture, but he did not expect to travel so far away.
With the strength of Cheng’s feet, and the fact that the master and apprentice were shy and unlikely to hire carriages and horses, the two of them had no clear purpose. According to the Taoist boy Qi Wen at the time, the two traveled for two years. Half.
The same is true for Bingzhou Shaoshan and Dongle County. Yunshan Mountain in the county is still easy to find. Ji Yuan found the Yunshan Temple of Qingsong Taoist after just asking.
The scale of Yunshan Mountain is almost equivalent to Laohua Mountain outside Jiudaokou County, Desheng Prefecture, Jizhou, which is quite big in Changchuan Prefecture.
At this moment, Ji Yuan stood outside the Yunshan Temple at Yanxia Peak and walked around the Yunshan Temple.
The scale of this monastery may not seem large, but it is well-equipped. In addition to the main hall dedicated to the stars, there are many side rooms, kitchens and backyards.
I grow some vegetables in the backyard. Because it is on the upper side of the mountain, there is no well. I have to go down the mountain to get water from the Yunshan mountain stream.
The entire Taoist temple covers an area of more than an acre, and only two people, Taoist Qingsong and his apprentice Qi Wen, live there.
Judging from the aura of the Taoist temple, Taoist Qingsong and Qi Wen should have returned long ago.
There is no one in the gym now. Obviously the two of them must have gone out. There are probably not many thieves in this mountain, so it is not locked from the inside to the outside.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… This Qingsong Taoist won’t go out to tell people’s fortunes again, right?”
Ji Yuan pushed open the door of the Taoist temple and went in. He didn’t go to see what the two people’s houses were like, but went straight to the main hall of the temple.
What is enshrined in the hall is not the Taoist Three Purities that Ji Yuan remembered in his previous life, but the stars in the sky. There are no clay statues in the hall, but a black cloth star map. I wonder if the stars are a little special. The reason is that although his vision seems blurry, Ji Yuan can distinguish it from Qingsong.
The most conspicuous ones are the Beidou and the South Dipper with nine stars appearing and two disappearing. In addition, there are East and West Dippers and many other stars embroidered on them.
“Well, worshiping stars but not gods is a bit interesting here in Taoism.”
In fact, whether it is “Heretics”, “Tongming Ce”, or some books obtained from Lao Long after Ji Yuan, Buddhist Mingwang mentioned it from time to time, but there were not many Taoist things.
Most of the “magisters” who are common people in the mortal world are also monks, or people who wear specious “robes”, but there are not many Taoist priests.
Ji Yuan looked at the star chart for a while and then came out.
There is also an incense burner outside the hall. The incense on it is not very prosperous, but looking at the way the incense disperses, it is neither necessary nor useful to view the constellations.
“It’s no wonder people don’t like to come to this temple to offer incense. There isn’t even a statue of a god, so what do you ask for…”
Twenty or thirty miles south of Yunshan Mountain is Dongle County. Ji Yuan doesn’t want to wait in the Taoist temple, so he plans to go there to see if Taoist Qingsong is there and buy some food on the way.
The clouds drifted outside the county and went straight to the county temple. Sure enough, I found a small table under a big tree outside the Chenghuang Temple. The Taoist Qingsong with an unlucky look was sitting there. Next to him is Qi Wen, who has grown up.
Although Ji Yuan didn’t see the signboard of the small stall clearly, Taoist Qingsong’s occasional warm greetings to pilgrims still fell into Ji Yuan’s ears word for word.
“Hey, this young man is here to propose marriage? Hey, is this girl here to seek marriage?”
“If you are looking for a marriage sign, come to Pindao to get it done, it’s cheap!”
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Ji Yuan nodded secretly and looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. It seemed that Qi Xuan had listened to his words.
Not long after I finished boasting in my mind, a middle-aged pilgrim wearing a gray straight-skirted dark coat and a square crown came to the stall and asked.
“Taoist Priest, are you confused about the safe signature for your home?”
Taoist Qingsong suddenly changed his mind. Qi Wen beside him only said the word “no…” before Qi Xuan’s voice overshadowed him.
“Excuse me! Why don’t you understand! If the details of the sign are not accurate, I can make up a hexagram for you without charging you any more money!”
“Oh? Okay, okay, please give me the Taoist priest’s interpretation.”
“Hahaha, sit down, sit down, actually I was watching your face just now, but I just held back and didn’t ask if you didn’t come.”
Taoist Master Qingsong greeted the pilgrims to sit down very kindly and enthusiastically.
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