Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

At night, Jiyang City is full of lights and feasting, and it is more lively than the city of Taoists, because Taoists either practice or go out to practice, and they have a weak sense of time, and they do not arrange their schedules according to the changes of the sun and the moon; The sunset determines the life of the day. After the hard work of the day, if there is a market at night, it is definitely a very good leisure.

Because of the coming of the Flower Selection Festival, the street was full of joy, but the palace owner couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional - some girls longing for freedom and love did not hesitate to flee to the plague land to avoid choosing a concubine, while most ordinary people, even the girl's own family, but enjoying the joy of the emperor choosing a concubine like a grand festival.

Some family members even persuaded the girl: "Enter the palace, eat delicious food, drink spicy food, and wear gold and silver for a lifetime of prosperity and wealth, what's wrong with it!"

"Nothing bad, just, I don't like it."

So the family cursed and dragged the girl back to continue preparations.

...I kind of miss the harmonious society.

"Master! Look, the lantern!"

As soon as Fu Yuanzhi came to the street, his whole body was beaming with joy, a bit like the kind of crazy kid who was locked at home all day doing papers, and then suddenly went out to the playground after the final exam. Looking at the lotus lantern, the palace master couldn't help but shook his head frequently.

"This is the meaning of praying for blessings in the world." Fu Yuanzhi stuffed a cup excitedly, and began to talk about the scenery of the world.

——If it is really a lonely old fairy who has been imprisoned on the top of the mountain for 1000 years, he should be moved by his apprentice...

To be honest, the night markets in the 21st century are much more colorful than here, and the mortal cities in Shizhou and Sandao are not much different from the productivity level of ordinary mortals in ancient times. Street snacks, fireworks and Kongming lanterns are all important to the Palace Master. It's not a novelty, and it can't compare to the shock brought to him by Changjiao Street in Tiangong.

However, listening to Fu Yuanzhi explaining the customs of the world from the first shop on the street, including the festival customs and folklore of Central Continent, etc., the Palace Mistress listened with a smile, and suddenly realized——

For Fu Yuanzhi who grew up in Immortal Palace, this is the first time he has seen all kinds of things in the mortal world. In order to lead him out, this child must have done a lot of homework behind his back.

So the eyes unconsciously became more soft, reflecting the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, Fu Yuanzhi almost bit his tongue when he saw it.

The lights of thousands of families are reflected in the river, and exquisite boat lights float by.

"I heard that if you write your thoughts on the boat, the boat will float all the way to the Styx River of Wangchuan to find the person you missed." As soon as Fu Yuanzhi finished speaking, the shop that sold the boat lantern was not happy:

"Boy, open your mouth and talk nonsense, bad luck! Your boat is just drifting to the underworld! All the good luck has ruined you!"

Fu Yuanzhi opened his mouth, and found that the palace lord was smiling so much that his eyes were bent, and he grinned in embarrassment.

"Our auspicious ship in Jiyang, praying is the most ingenious, don't listen to the nonsense of that yellow-haired boy." The boat seller held up two exquisitely folded small paper boats. The paper boats were made of gold-sprinkled pink paper. It was stacked, illuminated golden by the river lamp, "Look, this is the only one, there is no semicolon, my wife was born in Yunzhou in the early years, and I have seen fairy ships that can fly in the fairy city, we can't fly, It’s okay to cut a shape according to it.”

The palace lord looked at it and found that it really looked like a light cloud boat that shuttled through the sea of ​​clouds and communicated with Yujing, Shandu and Yunmeng Tiangong.

"Look, there is an institution here, and it was also made by my old lady... It seems that you have seen the world. You can evaluate this craftsmanship. It is not worse than Yanshi in the imperial city!"

A very inconspicuous small switch, when turned on, two wing-like sails will stick out from the side of the boat, flapping back and forth.

"How will this ship be used?"

The store said enthusiastically: "You write your name on it, put it in the water, open this mechanism, you can float farther along the water, as long as the weather is not strong, you can float all the way into the West Sea! Let's get one, it's very clever. Yes, the Immortal family will bless your wishes come true!"

There is no difference in usage...but it is still very interesting, because most modern rivers do not allow boats to be placed casually, pollute the water system, and are afraid of tourists falling.

Fu Yuanzhi picked a big one, probably because he said wrong about the local customs just now, and the store didn't give any cheap price.

Fortunately, the goods are really good. An exquisite boat lamp, the hull is made of paper sprinkled with gold, and the bottom of the boat is made of moderately thick wood, which can prevent the boat from being wet by the water when it is halfway floating. A small box of golden ink for writing names.

But there was no pen, so Fu Yuanzhi looked left and right to see if there was anyone selling pens. The Palace Master had already taken the ink cartridge, stuck it on his fingers, and neatly wrote Fu Yuanzhi's name on the blank space of the boat.

...Guilty heart, the writing seems to be normal...

Fu Yuanzhi was overjoyed, and happily held the boat to admire it. At the end, he suddenly remembered: "Master, can I also write your name on it?"

With this small appearance, he is basically a good child begging for sweets from his parents, so the Palace Master nodded as a matter of course.

With gold ink on his fingers, Fu Yuanzhi picked and chose on the boat, and decided to write it next to his name, but stopped before writing... For thousands of years, no one dared to call the name of Lord Yunmeng directly. Over time, it seems that the Lord of Yunmeng has become his name...

Uh... raised his head anxiously, and asked, "Master... I'm taking the liberty to ask Master's honorable name..."

The master and apprentice were relatively silent.

After a while, the palace lord said, "Just write the palace lord."

"Oh……"

The two characters "Palace Master" were carefully written with fingers, carefully drawn, for fear that any one of the strokes would be damaged and it would not look good; but when the apprentice released the boat, his shoulders obviously slumped, his eyes dimmed, and even the person who seemed to be shaking just now The invisible tail drooped limply.

...what's wrong?

The Palace Master looked at the apprentice who fell to the center of the earth for a second in confusion, and suddenly realized——

Oh, Gong Ling said before that there is no one with the surname "Gong" in this world, and it is very unfortunate that a certain industrial park left over from the previous life is also called XXX Palace, so...

The amount of help.

Looking at the dejected and distressed apprentice, the palace master couldn't help but want to hug him several times.

But the Palace Master remained expressionless: I really can't blame him for this matter!

How come you don't know the signature of that goddamn riddle left everywhere in the previous life?How important is the signature, how important it is!Otherwise, why do so many people love to write xxx everywhere and come here for a visit?Now I can’t tell my apprentice, I’m sorry, it’s not that I didn’t tell you, but I really don’t know myself!

Help the forehead again.

——Go home and ask Dao Ling, does Dao Ling think that his master is stupid?He might also go directly to Qiu Xian for a fight, asking him if he hooked up the wrong soul from another world.

I made a mistake, why didn't I ask that Gong Ling who was worse than Jinjiang when I left, what was my name?

Looking at the frustrated face of the apprentice with a guilty conscience... He held his breath in his chest.

Good boy, believe me, I want to know my past life name more than you!

The bustling lanterns along the way couldn't illuminate the little apprentice shrouded in dark clouds, but the palace master didn't know how to comfort him, saying that he was reincarnated and couldn't remember what his previous life was called?

...Why does it feel like saying this is more like making excuses and not wanting to tell him, the Lord of Yunmeng, who can float a heavenly palace in the clouds, frighten demons for thousands of years, and even the barrier between life and death has been broken. What is it called, I don't know?

I have no face to say it, and no one will believe it.

There was a child crying on the side of the road, and a kind passer-by hugged the child to coax her:

"Don't cry, don't cry, baby, do you know what your parents' names are, can my aunt help you find them?"

"Wow... my father is called Niu Ergou..."

Seeing the child being picked up by kind-hearted people and shouting along the street, "Niu Ergou, your child is here——", Fu Yuanzhi lowered his eyes in disappointment... because the master felt that I was far away from walking side by side with him Goes a long way.

So Fu Yuanzhi's expression became even more gloomy, as if he would cry like that child in the next second.

Alas... the Palace Master behind him sighed... I really am called the Palace Master...

He raised his hand to comfort his apprentice, but when he stretched his hand halfway, the two of them froze for a moment——beside a shop selling lanterns on the corner of the street, two young men were carefully choosing lanterns, but——

The two men's feet were on the ground, their toes were hanging in the air, and the long clothes covered their feet, but in the eyes of the Taoist, it was very obvious that the two ghosts were lifting the mortal body and clinging to the mortal's back like a puppet.

So the outstretched hand fell on the disciple's shoulder, and it became a wait and see.

"Master, ghost cultivator."

Fu Yuanzhi looked at it and narrowed his eyes: "The ghost cultivator of Lanzhou."

The possessed mortals seem to have very standard faces with kidney deficiency. If you look closely, you will find that their soul light is dim and their five qi are dissipated. The two ghost cultivators control their bodies with little effort, and even do not need to possess Entering the Lingtai Sea of ​​Consciousness with the body, it can be driven directly outside the body, and it saves the loss of ghost power caused by complete possession.

Fu Yuanzhi walked in quietly and heard the two ghosts chatting.

"All the things that were explained have been put away, and the Taoists in the city didn't stop them at all. They were busy with the flower selection festival."

"...A few of them look really good. Take them back and dedicate them to the ancestors. You should be able to get some extra rewards, hehe."

"Well, if we don't have spiritual roots, we might as well keep them for ourselves, and the ancestor doesn't like it..."

"Look slowly, there are still several days left, and the Central Continent is a big place. There are many mortals in Jiyang City who have good spiritual roots but have not cultivated immortals."

"Tsk tsk, it's a waste to leave it alone."

"Yeah, a few of them look really angry. If I have such a good spiritual root, I won't pass the time of breakthrough, and I have to switch to the ghost way..."

The Youzhou generation has a strong power in the Demon Sect. Although the ghost cultivators are not very bright, they still do not belong to the Demon Sect and belong to the third force. It is just that most Taoist sects do not like them, so the ghost cultivators prefer to concentrate on Lanzhou and Lanzhou. Youzhou border.

As far as Fu Yuanzhi knows, the only one who can be called the ancestor by ghost cultivators is Guiyuan Patriarch of Youming Terrace. He is a great ghost cultivator who has practiced for thousands of years. As the ancestor, but that old ghost usually hides in his own sect and does not come out, and has never done anything too outrageous, and ghost cultivators of the ghost way seldom participate in the battle of the devil.

"The ancestors have planned carefully. When the plague breaks out in Central Continent, all the dead will belong to us."

"Don't think about good things, good quality soul, can it be your turn to enjoy it?"

The two ghosts talked and laughed, bought a lot of things with the money they carried in their mortal bodies, and walked away after eating and drinking.

"Master." Fu Yuanzhi returned, reported all the information he had heard, and then asked, "We seem to have guessed wrong, I am afraid that the plague in Eastern Tang Dynasty was caused by ghost cultivators, Master, do you want to arrest me for a trial?" ?”

The palace lord also frowned, more and more sects are involved in a mess, the whole situation of ten continents and three islands may not only be the chaos in Yunzhou and one continent; , I’m afraid I’ll startle the snake.”

"That's right, those two guys look like they're just running errands." Fu Yuanzhi said.

They were about to follow quietly.To find out how much the so-called patriarch actually participated in, who knows that the two ghost cultivators walked around, turned around, turned back, and walked straight over.

Under the surprised eyes of the palace master, the two ghost cultivator disciples with good bodies walked over in a posture of self-proclaimed elegance, waved their fans, and chanted:

"In the prosperous and prosperous place of Tianjie, the dew is like pearls and people are like jade!"

The palace lord calmly tugged Fu Yuanzhi's belt... For a moment, he felt that his little apprentice was going to eat people.

But...I couldn't help laughing——

What kind of ghost poem is that, don't be so embarrassing, right?Will you die if you press a rhyme? Oh no, the two of them have died before.

However, the ghost cultivator didn't notice it, and still thought he was waving the folding fan very elegantly, and said with emotion: "I always say that Zhongzhou is prosperous and prosperous, and the people are outstanding. I was short-sighted before, and I didn't believe it. Now I see it, I really can't believe it." ah."

Another ghost cultivator also came over: "This brother has a handsome appearance, an extraordinary bearing, and Zhilan Yushu, which shocked the two of us at first sight. May I ask your name?"

... I was also shocked!The palace lord thinks that forbearance of laughter may also be a kind of practice?

"Master, these two ghost cultivators know the art of instigating souls." Fu Yuanzhi whispered, "The cultivation level is not very good, but the art of instigating souls is good."

Ok?

"Ordinary mortals, even Taoists with lower cultivation bases, even some disciples of Chuxin Palace, I'm afraid they will be confused if they say a word."

The palace lord blinked... Didn't feel it?Oh, I forgot, my cultivation base is too high...So, if I felt the soul-hunting technique, wouldn't the words just now be so embarrassing?Well, I misunderstood both of them.

Fu Yuanzhi raised his head and said with a bright smile: "Praise, we were going to rush for the exam, but Dongtang couldn't pass it. Unfortunately, it was a waste of good time..."

As he spoke, he sighed melancholy: "There is no way to serve the country, so many years of studying hard..."

"Oh, what a pity..." The two ghost cultivators responded politely.

"Under Fu Yuanzhi, this is..."

Fu Yuanzhi paused for a moment, the Palace Master nodded calmly and said, "His brother."

"Oh, Mr. Fu... the night is dark, you and I see each other as before, it is noncommittal to let my two brothers hold a banquet for the two of you..."

How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's lair? What's more, these two ghost cultivators are not enough to be called "tigers", but they can be described as "tigers" in Northeast dialect-a real fairy is standing in front of them, and they pretend to be fishing for themselves. Big fish, this vision, this is the way of heaven that you will be sorry if you don't die.

But when he turned around, the little tail behind Fu Yuanzhi swayed again——

Master used my last name, mine!

Palace Master Fu, hehe.

The author has something to say: Apprentice: Master, what is your name?

Palace Master: Call the Palace Master.

Apprentice: Woohoo, Master refused to tell me what his name is, heartbroken.

Palace Master: QAQ!