Chapter 389: Master

Going to the He Bo Temple to worship the incense, about to take half an hour, not too close, Chen Pingan did not feel anything, the fragrant man is a bit embarrassed, but more and more curious about the origin of this pedestrian.
The old farmer saw the grass in the lower field, and the woodman went up the mountain to see the firewood. Since relying on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water, then different lines of business, the eyes will be very different. The man is a mountain wilderness repair, but also a fragrant person, you will see more monks in your eyes. Moreover, most of the maps of Qinglan and Baoguanzhou are not the same. The relationship with the mountains is very close. The imperial court never deliberately promoted the status of the Xianjiamen School. The mountains and the mountains were under many frictions. The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty showed quite good. The power and hardship. This makes the Qing Dynasty, especially the wealthy door, very familiar with the gods and gods and Yamazawa.
Therefore, the Qingren nationality has always been very self-sufficient.
Nowadays, there are countless clothing priests influx into the Qing dynasty country. In addition to the debate on the Buddha's way of the country, the Qing dynasty has no ambition in the southeast of Baopingzhou.
The man is repaired in a shallow, three-dimensional environment. Occasionally, the wallet is bulging, and invites two or three friends to have a casual chat and find that the superiority of being a younger person is actually not inferior to being a practicing person.
This is probably the feeling of home country.
It’s just that the man doesn’t dare to guarantee that he will not be the same as those who are the masters of the Five Kingdoms.
However, the beautiful vision is too far away. After all, the footsteps must be step by step. The rice in the bowl should be stuttered. For example, you need to draw the foreigners as much as possible.
Among the group of people, the young man with the back of the sword and the bamboo box is headed. Undoubtedly, the footsteps are light and the air is very strict. It should be a glimpse of the fairy tales, but the real roots should still come from the stalwart family.
And it is not too early to go to the mountain to practice, otherwise the man has seen many young immortals who are not very good-natured, and they have a good chance to invest in the fetus. Therefore, they have excellent qualifications. When they were young, they got the chance to repair the Tao, and some of them were high-ranking, or some big fairy. The home sect is specially responsible for finding the monks who choose the seedlings. They look at the sky and step into the sky. But the temperament of this young monk is indeed the fairy sorcerer who does not have the popularity of the meal, every time he goes down the mountain, in the red dust. Li Xindao, may not be able to talk about who is aggressive, but also very few people are approachable, whether it is facing the Daguan Xiangui will be Xiangqing, or the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the martial arts heroes, the same, only indifferent.
The black charcoal gimmicks that hang the bamboo swords and bamboo swords are mostly the younger generations of the younger sons. They are very agile when they are squatting. As for the two short old men, most of them are the guards who sheltered from the wind and the river.
When the man looked at their identity, Chen Pingan used the Tongyezhou Yayan to tell the money about some of the insider of Hebo’s mountain and river gods.
He Bo, He Po, etc., although the gods recognized by the court, can enjoy the incense of the local people, but the rank is extremely low, which is equivalent to the shackles of the official sect, not on the golden jade spectrum of the mountains and rivers, but Those wilderness and obscenity that violated the ritual system, even if the latter is bigger, the former is smaller, and the latter is more envious of the former. The latter belongs to the aerial attic. Without the incense, it is cut off, the golden body is decaying, etc. It’s just dead, and there’s no rising ladder, and it’s easy to smash the fate of the singer’s killing. The former is the Hebo River, even if the feng shui is gone, the incense is smashing. As long as the court is still in the orthodox and willing to help, you can change the position of the Lord, and then you will be repaired by the incense.
When he arrived at the He Bo Temple, which covers an area of ​​more than 10 acres, the temple wished to go out and greet him. He personally explained the story of He Bo’s master and the poetry of some people on the wall.
On the way to the main hall of Jingxiang, the temple also hinted that Chen Ping’s can spend only three to five snowflake money, and can leave handwriting on several white walls, the price is calculated according to the quality of the location, and can be used by future generations to pay tribute. The temple will be carefully protected from the wind and rain. Then there is the provision of support, and the igniting of the lanterns are all good things, but these are the same as Chen Ping’s own mind. The temple is definitely not strong.
The person who was fragrant was slightly stunned and did not mix with it. The temple wished several times to remind the man to help the man with a few words. The man still couldn’t open the mouth, although he was doing business that did not match the status of the martial artist. Probably because of the nature, people who say that they can't be beautiful, only when they don't see the eyes of the temple.
Chen Pingan gave the three incense to the money and Zhu Xuan, but Shirou did not give it. After all, the female ghost was living in the will of the immortal, afraid of rushing.
After finishing the fragrance, the temple wished that it would be no more fun to add a few more sesame oils, but it did not change its face. It is regrettable that it is still polite and still retains Chen Ping’s group of people to go to his fine house to drink. A cup of tea, the fragrant man has been silent for a while, and then I opened it. I invited Chen Pingan to drink tea along with the temple, saying that the river was not a good tea since ancient times, but the river in the He Bo Temple was very beautiful. It contains a little water essence, which can benefit the body.
The temple wished a little laugh. In the veranda, while Chen Ping’s group of people admired the inscription on the corridor, the temple wished a little behind, and secretly smashed the man’s foot, and his elbow turned a little farther.
The man seems to be accustomed to this and smiles.
Chen Pingan refused the good intention of the temple to invite tea, just ask for money, "I don't want to write on the wall?"
I saved my money and shook my head.
Three or five snowflake money! This temple wishes the master not to go directly to steal money. If it is converted into silver, she can kill her and save money. She is not willing to let Master spend the money. The rafts bought by the paper shop in the county town are only eight or two silver!
Just Chen Pingan turned to look at the temple to wish the old man, smiled and said: "Working trouble to help us pick a relatively less conspicuous wall, the kind of three snow money, we write a few words. Yes, this word size Is there a requirement?"
The money was almost lost in the hands of the mountain sticks. He grabbed Chen Ping’s sleeves and shook his head into a rattle.
The temple wished to hurry and said: "If it is not the best wall of Feng Shui here, three snow money, the son is even a wall full, it does not matter."
After that, the temple wished to lead the way, let the man help to say hello, and let the temple go quickly to prepare a good pen.
The group stayed in the fourth-handed hand-to-hand veranda. While waiting for the ink and ink to be retrieved, the temple wished a smile and was contentious. It pointed to a literati poem on the wall not far away, boasting: "There is no post here, no. Conspicuously, in fact, it is the feng shui treasure of our temples. To tell the truth, I really see that I have a relationship with the son, and I am leading the son. This is the treasure of our young and old Liu Lang, the old man. The assistant clerk is really the famous person of the Qing dynasty. It is the well-deserved master of the Confucianism. Everyone has written the book. I think the son of the son has already seen the skill, and I don’t need to say anything."
Chen Ping nodded and said: "The pen is strong and strong."
This is not Chen’s arty, but the reason why I have seen many good words.
For example, Li Xisheng, Cui Dongshan, Zhong Kui.
The temple wished to give a thumbs up. "The son is an expert, and his eyes are excellent."
Chen Pingan has some guilty conscience.
In the same way as learning chess, in the matter of writing, Chen Pingan is actually a low-level qualification, and then push forward, burning porcelain can not be as talented.
Money is more embarrassing, money is definitely going to be spent, don't write white, if you don't care, she can't wait to fill the floor of this He Bo Temple, even the statue of He Bo When I wrote it, I felt that it was not a loss. But she gave Zhu Zhuan the old cook a sarcasm to climb, the word of the chicken and duck walking, so much on the wall, she was afraid of losing Master's face.
The man who was adopted by a man with a He Bo Temple was brought to the fore.
As the money became more and more tense, I quickly leaned the pole to the wall, took off the leaning package, and pulled out a book. I planned to quickly extract beautiful sentences from the top. She remembered her goodness. In fact, she had long been sore, but this is After a while, the small head is blank, and I remember a sentence and a sentence. Zhu Confucius gloats on the side, yin and yang sneer at her, saying that the book that has been read for so long has copied so many words, it is white, and the original word has not been read into his stomach, still the sage is a sage, the little fool is still small Stupid. I don’t have time to pay for this old thief’s bad old cook, and I’m going to look through it, but I don’t think it’s good enough. If I want to write it on the wall, I will lose my face.
Paying for the book, crying and mourning, said to Chen Pingan: "Master, you don't have a lot of bamboo slips full of words. I can't do it with a few branches. I don't know how to write."
Chen Pingan had already taken over the brush and intended to write a few verses that he admired. When he saw the poor appearance of saving money, he held back his smile and handed the brush to the money. "Write what you think is the most reasonable in the book. Sentences, I really can't think of it. Just write a snack and just do it. Don't be so nervous, just like copying a book."
Looking at Chen Ping’s smile, I took a little peace of mind, took a deep breath, took the brush, then raised my head and looked at the white wall. I always felt terrible, so my eyes continued to move down, and finally I slowly crouched down. Is she actually planning to write on the wall? There is no such thing as the demon monster that she is most afraid of, and there is no Cui Dongshan who has one thing to drop. The money is exposed to this point. It is a rare thing that the sun is coming out to the west.
Chen Pingan remembered an old thing when he was a teenager. It was he and Liu Yuyang, as well as a small nose worm, Gu Yu, went to the small temple to write with charcoal, and Liu Yuyang and Gu Yu tried to compete with other names. In the end, I still stole a ladder from a family, flew all the way to leave the town, crossed the stone arch bridge to the small temple, and set up a ladder, which wrote the name of the three people on the wall of the small temple. At the office. It was Liu Yuyang’s ladder stolen from a family in Qilong Lane. Gu Yu stole the charcoal from his house. Finally, Chen held the ladder safely. Liu Yuyang wrote the most. Gu Yu could not write, or Chen Ping helped him write it. The word is Chen Ping’s consultation with neighbor Qiu Gui, only to know how to write.
So Chen Ping smiled and grabbed her ear, picked her up, then crouched down and let her ride on her neck. "Write at the top, no one can see."
Holding money with a brush, sitting on Chen's neck, scratching his head with one hand, for a long time did not dare to write, Chen Pingan did not urge.
Zhu Concentrate laughed and said: "When you are a big woman, you will write iron bones and wall grass, see the wind, make the rudder lose money, and you should be more comfortable. It’s true. Send me the heroes of the Ranger, kill them. After the wicked, it is a truth to call a certain person here. It must be famous, and it is famous for the earthquake. It may be that we have arrived in the Qing Dynasty National Capital City. Everyone sees you and must hold a fist to honor the prostitute. Man, isn't it a beautiful talk?"
I turned my head and wrinkled my face. "Zhu draws you again, and then I will cry for you!"
Chen Pingan lifted his leg and smashed Zhu’s foot. He smiled and said: "If you don't respect the old, you know that you are bullying and saving money."
Zhu Zong laughed and nodded. "The young master spoke, and the old slave put her on a horse. Every time this guy eats his stomach, he still picks three and four, and he is old and slave."
Shirou can't stand this old one.
For example, before I occasionally left the official road, the mountains and rivers waded through some mountain villages, and met the strange dogs. They called the money gimmicks, and they would carry a mountain stick. Flying past is a mad magic sword, dusty, People run faster than dogs.
The old color embryo Zhu will be bored to help the little girl block the road, cut off the dog with the tail and the ground, and then hold the dog's head, and blinked and asked: "Little brother, what is going on? Have you apologized to the prostitute, or hit your dog?"
Then the villagers and children saw it, and they ran. Chen Ping took the lead and smeared the oil. The group began to follow the road.
Shirou does not understand, is this interesting?
But Chen Ping, who is usually quite a single person, seems to be running very happy?
Don't mention the child who saved the money, you are a Mr. Cui Da Mou's head, a far away Wufu Grand Master, isn't it awkward?
There was also a big white goose on the riverside road. The old color embryo had to pay for it. The result was that the money was chased and screamed. The was smashed a lot, and the sweat went to Chen Ping’s side, feeling a sentence. It’s too powerful, it’s hard to beat. Chen Ping’s smile was not as good as Zhu’s.
Shirou always felt that he was out of tune with the three.
I even think that it is better to be with Cui Dongshan.
At this time, I finally started to write and write, but the wall inscription and the paper copying were two different things. The first one, the one was twisted, and the money was poured out, and the hand sweated, and the sweat was on the face. I bite my teeth and write four words, "Heaven and Earth", just after writing a half sentence, her body leans back slightly, how to see how funny, almost no half of the usual half of the book, she does not have to Going to see Zhu Chuan, I know that this old cook is stealing music, making fun of her pen, only ghosts and no gods.
Hesitant to hesitate, just leave the half sentence aside.
The pen tip moved slightly downwards, smashed the ink and wrote a sentence, "Save money and Master to visit here."
Received!
I feel that I am still satisfied with the money. The word is still not good, but the content is good.
It is a mentor and a disciple. At the beginning, Chen Ping’s Zhuangzi, who was burned in the old sword of Songshui, and the stone cliff behind the waterfall, was such a lame road.
Chen Pingan did not insist on saving more and writing more things. She put her down and said to Zhu Shou: "Do you write too?"
Zhu Convergence hand, smiled and said: "Still forget it, this has not been written for many years, certainly hand-written, ridiculous and generous."
Chen Pingan still handed the brush to Zhu.
Zhu Xuan is not a tweaking person. After picking up the pen, he will not drag the water. After one hand is negative, he will hold the pen and ink in his heart.
I have seen the "penpower" of the little girl. In fact, the temple wishes and the fragrant man, and then there is Shirou. They all have no hope for Zhu. However, the old man calls himself "the old slave", and he is the slave of the giant valve. Children's articles, rough pen and ink, and where can I go?
Chen Pingan knows the details of Zhu Chuan.
In the flower-blessed land, Zhu Xuan was hailed as "Zhu Chuangui Gongzi, ashamed of immortals" before he was completely mad.
Zhu Confucius wrote a poem about the poems of Huanhua Fudi. It was written in grass, with few words, more than one hundred words, and the contents of the words were smashed. As for the words on the wall, it was even more shocking.
The temple is a person who knows the goods, muttering: "Gathering like a mountain, scattered like a wind and rain, as fast as lightning, the eagle is like a eagle to the peak, it is already superb, and it is definitely a hidden master of the book."
Zhu Conceives a lot of light ink and dry pens, so there is very little ink, and the rhythm is closely connected, which is called one-size-fits-all.
That is, Shirou has to admit that an old color embryo can write such a good word, it is really difficult!
Zhu Confucius handed over the brush to Chen Pingan. "The young master, the old slaves are daring to throw jade, and you have to laugh."
Chen Pingan can't smile, thinking that you are Zhu Zhu, isn't it going to put yourself on the fire?
The three people at He Bo Temple are full of expectations.
Chen Pingan thought only to disappoint them.
Zhu Xuan is not a brick-and-mortar, and the three people in the Xia Temple know what Zhuyu is in front and the rubble is behind.
Chen Pingyuan wanted to copy the texts on several bamboo slips as I thought.
Zhu said with a smile: "If the young master does not write a snack, then the young master has a gully, and he can make a new path. Why bother to follow the example of the ancients."
Chen Ping thought about it. After standing, one hand clenched his fist in the abdomen, and a pen was written. It was still a verbal book, and there was no place for any color. Only serious rules were followed.
After Chen Ping’s two sentences were written, it was silent.
Chen Pingan smiled and gave up the brush.
The temple and the fragrant man sent them out of the He Bo Temple.
On the way, the temple wished to mention the old Liu Shi, who was very worried.
It turned out that after the resignation of the Qing Dynasty and the Confucianism, in the green mountains and green waters, the Lion Park, which is known as one of the top ten famous gardens in the Qing Dynasty, had a strange thing at the end of last winter. The gods are out of the ghosts, and the little daughter who is in the shackles of Liu’s old singer is fascinated by sorrow. From a young girl who is fascinated by the glory, she is given the fascination of the beautiful young boy, and the bully becomes a skinny poor man. The deep fox charm is unbelievable and unpredictable. It is not murderous. Instead, it is literary and proficient. It is proficient in three teaching questions. Once and sitting with Liu Laosang, it is said that the old servant of a country is speechless, and the old servant is exhausted. Family property, hired many mountain gods to go to the home to surrender monsters, never thought of various genres, many old gods of the hills, genealogy, and even some of the lesser-known but highly skilled Yamazawa wilderness, went, without exception The fox charm plays with a slap in the face, not to steal the weapons and steal the magic weapon, but also to ask the grandfather to tell the grandmother to go back with the fox.
This incident, Chen Pingan reported in the hill of Baihuayuan, the Xianjia Inn in the county town. I saw it, but I didn’t have the heart at the time. I also wrote the reward for the Lion Park. No matter who it is, whoever. Can expel the fox charm, Liu Lao Shi Lang is willing to come up with three pieces of ancestral antiques, hands to offer.
When approaching the gate of the temple, the fragrant man could not help but feel: "Liu Lao Shi Lang is a rare good official, and his family style is very good. I have had the privilege of dealing with a Liu family in the past few years. The young scholars are indeed warm and kind, so it can be seen that Liu’s family style is positive."
The temple said: "No, look at the child of Liu who is a county magistrate in the vicinity of us. In four years, I have been diligent, but I have done a lot of practical things. This is what we really care about. It is said that the Liu’s scholars you saw are only learning tutors. The county magistrate is a real and economical person. Oh, I don’t know what is going on in the Lion Park. I hope I’ve already run the fox charm. ""
The money is shocking.
I almost got the symbol to stick to my forehead.
Zhu has a smile and has fun.
Ok, want us to go for the heavens?
Shirou naturally hopes that more than one thing is less.
The fox charm that can make waves in the land of Gyeonggi, the road repair is definitely not where it is, in case it is a big demon of Jindandixian, when Zhu Zong deliberately smothered himself, choose to stand by, do you really want to go to her For the singularity of the Chen Ping block knife to stop the magic?
Chen Pingan has never interrupted. After walking out of the gate, he wished them goodbye with the temple.
Then continue on the way to the Qinglan Guojingcheng.
Chen Pingan suddenly said: "The home of Gaoming is a ghost."
Zhu Zhong smiled and nodded. "Positive solution."
After Chen Ping’s departure, he was no longer a pilgrim in the He Bo Temple.
A refined and elegant scribe who walked in the golden light, walked out of the statue, and came to the fourth entrance veranda, standing under the wall.
The temple wished some panic, and bitterly persuaded: "He Bo, nowadays, there are not many incense, don't stay too long."
The gods of the mountains and rivers, if they want to be born in the golden body, they need to be supported by the finest incense.
The mountains are full of gods, the incense is full, and nature does not matter, but this small river Boao Temple must be carefully calculated.
The old man of the middle-aged Confucian figure smiled.
Showing a long-lost look, turned his head and looked at the sky, and said with pleasure: "My temple is too small, and the husband is too angry. Xiao He He, such as drinking alcohol, drunken. Fortunately, thank you, fast and fast!"
I don’t know what to do with the temple.
However, he found that his own brother, He Bo, who has always been sorrowful, is not only fascinated by the eyebrows, but also seems to be more condensed than before.
The temple wished to turn around and look at the wall.
Not looking at the cursive.
It is the two-character Chinese characters that are correct.
In the sky of the moon, the moon in the world, the sorrowful sorrow of the shoulders of the month, the height of the eye in the eye, the bamboo basket is broken and round.
The wind in the mountains, the wind in the water, the swords and the winds in the footsteps, the sages of the sages turn over the book style, and the wind blows duckweed. (https:)