On the contrary, Xianwei was deceived by Chen Lingjun, and felt helpless and said: "I didn't mention the Chinese Confucian Temple, it's just the kind of county Confucian Temple that can be seen everywhere."

According to the Haoran etiquette system, Confucian temples were built in every county in all countries in the Nine Provinces.

Chen Lingjun looked pitifully, raised his hand and patted the Taoist priest Xianwei on the shoulder, reading stupidly.

"You're not talking nonsense. There are so many large and small Confucian temples along the Yujiang River in Huangting Kingdom. How can I never go there?"

The Xianwei became more and more puzzled, since he had been there, why could he not recognize those scholars? Except for some small county Confucian temples in barren and remote places, ordinary county Confucian temples, or slightly affluent county Confucian temples, all of them would hang Confucian temple signs.

Zhe's hanging portrait.

Chen Lingjun felt a little guilty, and he was ashamed to say that he had not gone to the Confucian Temple much, but of course he had been there before. "When you enter a mountain, you have to worship the top of the mountain, and when you go into the water, you have to worship the water house. Did you know? When you enter a temple to burn incense, the most important thing is to be sincere.

Ling. Every time I go to the Confucian Temple, I first offer incense, and then go to the main hall to worship the hanging statue. I look hard at the hanging statue of the most holy teacher outside the door. I must not be distracted, look away, cross the threshold, and kneel on the futon.

, just kowtow to him!"

In Chen Lingjun's view, this means worshiping the biggest mountain. For example, when you go to Beiju Luzhou, as long as you have that blessing, you have to have a good relationship with the fire dragon master who takes both black and white. Another example is when you go to Liuxiazhou, you have to

The first one to visit Qinggong Mountain, he got close to the respected and broad-minded Jing Lao Immortal.

After saying this to Chen Lingjun, Xianwei understood clearly and was convinced that it was indeed something Chen Lingjun could do.

Captain Xian looked at the boy in green with a look of pity and patted him on the shoulder, "Fellow Daoist Jingqing, you really don't follow the ordinary path."

Chen Lingjun laughed loudly, "They are all valuable experiences in the world that cannot be bought with a lot of money. You can learn from them."

The return date was constantly postponed, and Gao Jun, the leader of the Hushan Sect, who had been delaying it again and again, was finally willing to leave Luolu Mountain and Piyun Mountain, and she took the lead in returning to the Lotus Root Blessed Land.

Zhong Qian was two days behind Gao Jun and was reluctant to return to his hometown of Tianxia. If this unambitious martial artist in the Golden Body Realm hadn't been the number one martial artist in Fudi, he would probably have stayed at Jise Peak.

In the private house, I continued to dip green onions in sauce every day, drink some wine, and read a few miscellaneous books borrowed from Brother Dafeng and Taoist Xianwei. When it was time to eat, I ran to Zhu Lian to wait and help serve the dishes.

After eating, I helped clear the dishes with the girl in pink skirt, and finally ordered a few dishes with the old cook. I was looking forward to the next meal.

That day, a visitor came from the Niujiao Ferry side and went straight to Luolu Mountain.

The white-haired boy appears and disappears, and she, as the music compiler, should be as dedicated as Xiao Mili's ear reporting god.

Among all the visitors, a fifth-level qigong practitioner finally came!

It was Zeng Ye, the head of the Five Islands Sect in Shujian Lake, who took a ferry from Dali Capital to this side. The white-haired boy recorded the year, month, day, and identity in the genealogy.

Zeng Ye politely refused the genealogy officer's guidance and walked to the Jise Peak Bamboo House. Chen Pingan put down his pen and took Zeng Ye to the stone table by the cliff to sit down.

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Have you been to Dali Capital City?"

Zeng Ye nodded, but stopped talking.

Chen Ping'an said: "Have you seen her already?"

For no reason, Zeng Ye burst into tears.

Chen Pingan was silent for a moment. He really didn't know how to explain Zeng Ye, so he could only say: "Go and sit with Zhu Lian when you have time, and you can talk to him about this matter."

Zeng Ye gathered his thoughts and chatted with Mr. Chen about the situation of the Five Islands Sect. Chen Pingan listened carefully and gave some suggestions on what details Zeng Ye could pay attention to.

After that, Nuan Shu came here and stood far away on the bluestone path. She did not disturb the master of the mountain while he was discussing business with Master Zeng. After the conversation was over, she walked to the stone table and took Master Zeng with her.

Arriving at the residence in the mountains. At the door of the house, Zeng Ye took the key, thanked Nuanshu, entered the house, put away his luggage, hesitated for a moment, and went directly to Mr. Zhu, who was the housekeeper in Luopo Mountain.

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The door of the old cook's house was always left open, so anyone could come and visit.

Zhu Lian was lying on the wicker chair, shaking the cattail leaf fan, sat up, and said with a smile: "Master Zeng, I'm glad to meet you."

Zeng Ye bowed and said: "Zeng Ye from the Five Islands Sect has met Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Lian held a cattail leaf fan in his hand and shook it, "My family, please don't be polite. Sit down and chat."

The young man once worked as an accounting assistant for his son on Qingxia Island.

Zeng Ye sat on a bamboo chair under the eaves and told an old story from many years ago. The beginning of the story is that the young man was brought to Qingxia Island by a benefactor named Zhang Jing, and saw Mr. Chen who was haggard but had shining eyes.

, he was wearing a cotton robe and had a gentle temperament. Zeng Ye also talked about how this young man was afraid of Gu Can. At the beginning of this landscape story, it had nothing to do with wine. After that, Mr. Chen lived next door, a timid and cowardly young man.

He gradually felt relieved and met some people and things, ghosts and debts related to Shujian Lake, but not Shujian Lake. When Zengye was about to talk about the girl from Huangli Mountain, Zhu Lian stood up and said

After waiting for a while, he went to the wine cellar to get a pot of wine, opened the mud seal, and handed it to Zeng Ye. Zeng Ye drank the wine, not knowing whether it was a person drinking wine or a wine drinking people, and continued to tell the story.

I went to Da Li Capital and talked about the reunion under the bright sun. There was a girl squatting and reading a book. In the story in the book, there was a timid young man named Zeng Ye. There was also a girl who might not have liked Zeng Ye until the end of the story.

, I don’t know that Zeng Ye likes me, or maybe I know but pretends not to know about Miss Su.

At the end of the drink, the jug was empty, but Zeng Ye still drank with his head raised.

Zhu Lian shook the cattail leaf fan and said softly: "The young man originally thought that if he wanted to meet his beloved girl again in this life, he would have to find her and wait for her for a hundred, hundreds or a thousand years. If he didn't find her, I believe that the young man would be able to wait for her forever.

I continue to like it. But the world is so strange. It seems like a dream has come true. I have finally found the girl I like. Logically speaking, this is a rare and lucky thing. I should be extremely lucky, but I start to worry about gains and losses. But let’s say

Sad, but it doesn't seem to be heart-breaking. I feel that it definitely shouldn't be like this. How can it be so heart-wrenching? It shouldn't be like this. It's broken into small pieces, scratching the heart and lungs, and causing knots in the liver and intestines."

"This taste is not bitter, but astringent."

"I completely forgot about Miss Su and fell in love with the current Miss Liu. I feel sorry for the former."

"I have been attached to Miss Su for a long time, and at the same time I like Miss Liu, but I feel sorry for the latter."

"Just because deep down in your heart, you have to admit that they are not the same person after all."

"Who you like, who you don't like, who you like at the same time, but you don't like anyone anymore. It seems like no matter what you do, it's always a mistake."

"We are not the kind of people who like to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand. Since we know clearly that it is wrong, how can we really put our minds at ease?"

Zhu Lianxiao asked: "Zeng Ye, if I had known that it would be so annoying, would you have regretted meeting Miss Su? Would you have regretted going to the Great Li Capital this time?"

The former young man Zeng Ye, now the leader of the Five Islands Sect, shook his head vigorously without hesitation, "Absolutely not!"

Zhu Lian nodded, "I see it, at least I feel relieved. As for some new regrets, just keep them in my heart for a long time. Zeng Ye, after hearing this, if you ask me, don't you have nothing?"

Did you do it? Then I have to ask you, have you really done nothing? Listen to me, go back to the capital, and put the affairs of the Goto Sect on hold for one or two years, or two or three years, when you get to the capital.

, the only thing you have to do is to force yourself not to do anything, so as not to make more mistakes, otherwise people's hearts will become more difficult to deal with. Find a livelihood for ordinary people over there, and maybe one day the answer will be found by yourself.

Your heart is gone."

Zeng Ye nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "I listen to Mr. Zhu, and that's what I'll do."

After hearing what Mr. Zhu said, Zeng Ye felt much better.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "The last thing I want to say to you is that when it comes to love between men and women, don't have too high expectations, and don't have no hope in your heart."

Zeng Ye grinned and said, "I remember."

Chen Ping'an had actually been secretly standing outside the door, listening attentively. After hearing this, he quietly left.

There was a girl in a pink skirt further away. Chen Pingan raised his finger to his mouth, then smiled and nodded to her. Nuanshu gave her a blessing, walked lightly, and went to work elsewhere.

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I took a trip to Feng Yuan Ferry on the southeast trade route of Luzhou in Beiju. At dusk that day, it slowly docked at Niujiao Ferry.

Chen Pingan, Xiaomi Li and Chen Lingjun have been waiting here for a long time.

While they were waiting, the little girl in black borrowed a golden pole from the boy in green, where they exchanged blows and competed in swordsmanship. Xiao Mili stood still and waved the green bamboo stick, while Chen Lingjun moved around, jumped up and down, and shouted.

Yes, it's a joy.

Jia Sheng, who was respectfully called Jia Lao Shenxian or Jia Banxian by the local people in the town, walked behind Zhang Lu Changsheng, who was temporarily serving as the chief steward of the ferry. The blind old Taoist priest who was on the ferry deck sniffed hard, ha,

It's like the mountain breeze in my hometown is carrying the fragrance of wine.

It's been a long time since I had a heart-to-heart talk with brother Jingqing over wine and fistfights, and the old Taoist priest felt uneasy all over.

Chen Pingan put his hands on his sleeves and said with a smile, "Thank you for all the hard work."

Dressed in a snow-white robe, the Patriarch of Luolu Mountain Master Lü, she gave a blessing and called out "Master" in a soft voice.

In fact, according to Chen Ping'an's original idea, this long-lived Taoist friend he met in the Old Deaf Prison could serve as the accountant of Luo Po Mountain. She and Wei Wenlong were both fictitious and real.

But later Cui Dongshan became the master of Zhanglu.

After returning home, Chen Pingan asked Pei Qian privately what her impression was of Zhang Lu Changshou.

Pei Qian told the truth. He first said some good words to set the stage, and finally came with a sentence that was very perceptive after watching it for a long time.

Chen Pingan was relieved.

It seems that Changshou being the manager is the best choice, bar none.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The new steward of this Feng Yuan Ferry will be an old sword cultivator named Xing Yun, who is the new enshrinement of the Qingping Sword Sect. The identity of Old Immortal Jia remains unchanged, and he will still be the second steward.

.As for the ferry, of course it still belongs to our sect. Changming, as the patriarch of the sect, you run the ferry business all year round. As the leader Cui said, it is indeed a bit outrageous."

Generally speaking, it is more than enough for a cross-continental ferry to have a Jade Purity monk at the helm. What’s more, Xing Yun is also a sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping'an talked to Jia Sheng again about a new Jade Sea Academy built by Qingping Sword Sect. The mountain chief was Mr. Zhong, and he planned to invite Jia Sheng to be a lecturer at the academy.

Xiaomi Li held the green bamboo stick in his arms and stopped to applaud silently. Chen Lingjun, who was helping to carry the golden pole, was a little confused. Both Big White Goose and Zhongfuzi accepted money from Brother Jia? Otherwise, you have a college, not a wine table, Brother Jia

Can you go over there and talk about hammer?

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Knowledge of worldly matters is knowledge, and knowledge of human nature is knowledge. Master Cui and Master Zhong both recognize Master Jia's extra-book knowledge, so I will help you agree to this matter."
To be continued...