Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 2609 Obon Festival
Ever since Wang Fu and Li Bangyan slandered Huizong in his ears last time, Huizong began to dream about this Master Li.

The two also found him a portrait of Li Shishi. In the portrait, this woman is indeed a beauty who does not eat fireworks.

A smile at the corner of the mouth can melt the winter snow.

Song Huizong has sent envoys there, but there is no news yet.

The distance between the Western Regions and Middle Earth is too far, and there is no teleportation circle between the two places to communicate with each other.

It takes half a year for the two parties to come and go.

Cai Jing was good at figuring out the holy will, and knew what Song Huizong was thinking about, so he put aside this enmity for the time being, and planned to find a chance to deal with Wu Zhi again.

As long as Xixia's affairs are done properly, in the future, it will not only be wind and rain, but also rain and rain.

In Yangzhou city, the streets are vertical and horizontal.

People come and go, prosperity is incomparable.

In the Song Dynasty, business was prosperous, and it was far away from the previous dynasty.

The streets and alleys are full of various shops and restaurants.

There are hundreds of millions of people in this Yangzhou city.

A man and a woman are sitting on the bow of the boat drinking leisurely tea and having fun here, very happy.

They are Long Fei and Lin Yingying, they have been in the capital for three days.

I travel to the mountains and rivers every day, and I have visited all the famous places in Yangzhou City.

Lin Yingying couldn't bear it anymore and asked him, "Didn't you say you brought me here to do business?"

Long Fei chuckled, "You've been in the fairyland for a long time, but you haven't had a good time visiting. Let's have a good time and talk about something serious!"

Lin Yingying gave him a blank look, drank tea, looked at the surrounding scenery and said, "The evolution of the heavens seems to be carved out of the same mold. No matter which world or place, the customs and customs are all the same."

Leaning on the side of the boat, Long Fei teased her, "Why, is our President Lin feeling emotional about life? Would you like to compose a poem to help you enjoy yourself?"

"Give you a head!"

Lin Yingying hid her sleeves and laughed, only now did she feel that Long Fei was a little more familiar.

When he was on the mountain, Long Fei had a serious look. Although he had the bearing of a sect leader, he was not down-to-earth.

When their boat passed a long bridge, they only heard a splash in the water.

Someone on the bridge shouted in surprise, "Someone jumped into the river!"

"Someone jumped into the river!"

"..."

A man dressed as a scholar in a white robe jumped from the bridge into the river.

Long Fei looked over, raised his hand a little, pulled the scholar out from under the river, grabbed his clothes and fished him into his boat.

The scholar was facing upwards, spitting acidic water out of his mouth, looking at Long Fei with a dazed head, and said, "This is the Palace of the King of Hell?"

The boatman laughed from behind, "Xiucai, you are lucky to be rescued by this guest officer!"

The scholar turned over and sat up, looked around in disappointment and said, "I'm not dead? How can this be possible!"

He stood up and was about to jump off the boat again.

The boatman hurriedly stopped him, and surprised Long Fei and Lin Yingying, "Guest officer, is this man crazy?"

The scholar struggled and shouted, "Don't pull me, the only way to solve my confusion is to die!"

Long Fei told the boatman, "Let him go and let him die! Even if he dies, he will not be able to get down from the Palace of the King of Hades."

The boatman let go of the scholar.

Xiucai turned her head, stared at Long Fei and asked curiously, "How do you know I can't go down?"

Long Fei smiled lightly, "The Palace of the King of Hades is located on the ground, separated from the Immortal Realm by Yin and Yang. How can it be so easy to go down. Even if you go down, you will fall into the eighteenth level of hell, without your own consciousness at all. So now that you are dead, it is the same." Death in vain."

"Is that so?"

The scholar glanced at Long Fei, thought carefully, and immediately saluted with fists in his arms, "Master must be an expert in the cultivation world, right?"

"Sit down and talk!"

Long Fei stretched out his hand to greet him, and made him a cup of hot tea to warm up.

Lin Yingying asked curiously, "You are young, and you are already at the Alchemy Realm, so why do you need to seek life and death?"

The young man drank tea, wiped his mouth, and said sadly, "To tell you the truth, I am the painter of Yangzhou Academy. A few days ago, during the Ching Ming Festival, I wanted to make a painting that is unique in the world. The beauty of the painting has been passed down. But this painting has never had a clue, and I have been thinking about it until now, but I haven't settled down!"

"Painter?"

Long Fei and Lin Yingying laughed, "Then what do you want to paint? What are the difficulties?"

The young man said, "Naturally, everything about Yangzhou City is all-encompassing. All streets, all people, and all the mountains and rivers are all in my paintings."

"It's interesting!"

Long Fei chatted with him while drinking tea, "It is rumored that Empress Nuwa has a magic weapon called the Map of Mountains, Rivers and Shejis. This map contains the universe and mountains and rivers, and the whole world is in the picture. Although it is a magic weapon, it is also a space. It can even nourish all things. If you master this method of painting, you may be able to make a unique painting.”

The young man clicked his tongue and said, "The villain is just a mortal, how can he have such abilities. However, if the expert reminded me, it made the villain's thinking clearer. Painting by others is copying the world on paper. The villain Draw, maybe create a world on paper.”

He had an inspiration, and immediately jumped up to bid farewell to Long Fei.

Lin Yingying looked at it and smiled, "This man is really crazy."

Long Fei said with a smile, "The geniuses in this world are all accomplished only if they are obsessed with a certain aspect."

The two were talking, when the painter suddenly rushed down from the bridge overhead and shouted, "Master, my name is Zhang Zeduan, and I live in the Daxiangguo Temple in the city. If there is a chance, please invite the master to drink and talk about painting together." .”

Long Fei nodded at him, the destination of this trip was Daxiangguo Temple.

The Yulan Basin Festival is approaching, and it is said that the golden cicada of Buddhism will manifest and teach the Dharma in Daxiangguo Temple.

Buddhist disciples from all over the world came here from all over the world.

This Buddhist event is unprecedentedly grand.

Before the time came, millions of pilgrims came to burn incense and pray, making the huge Xiangguo Temple a bit crowded.

Buddhism wants to rely on this method to consolidate its position in Nanzhan Buzhou.

Since Huizong ascended the throne, the status of Buddhism has gone from bad to worse.

If there is no further action, within ten years, Buddhism will be pushed out of Nanzhan Buzhou.

When the golden cicada came, it attracted all kinds of demons and ghosts to move.

You know, Jin Chanzi is the spokesperson of immortality.

Since he went west to learn Buddhist scriptures, he has been a flat peach fruit in the eyes of all kinds of monsters.

If you eat his meat, it is said that you can live as long as the world.

That is the goal pursued by immortals, not to mention these monsters who have been seeking opportunities.

Long Fei was entrusted by someone to come to protect Jin Chanzi.

This person is none other than Monkey King.

Back then, Long Fei owed Liang Shandao a favor, and he had to repay it this time.

Right now, the monkey is at the critical moment of breaking through, and it is really impossible to escape.

Things that can make Sun Monkey nervous are naturally not trivial.

It is conceivable that Daomen is completely laissez-faire about this matter.

If someone ate the golden cicada, the Taoist sect would have to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

The two sects fought, and the people suffered.

Right now, there have been many monsters hurting people in the capital, but what is different from the past is that there are no practitioners to take care of it.

Therefore, although the surface of the capital is prosperous and peaceful, there is already an undercurrent surging underneath, and the waves are treacherous.

(End of this chapter)