Advise Qingshan

However, the few hired people don’t buy the masked Taoist. They are all residents at the foot of Yishan Mountain. They grew up listening to the stories of the Yishan Empress. Some of them even came here to offer incense. Unlucky things.

The dark-skinned coffin bearer was the first to object, "Boss, this can't be done. The money you gave was called coffin carrying, but you didn't mention smashing the statue."

"Yes, yes." Everyone nodded in agreement.

The masked Taoist twisted his whisk, "Add another 100 taels of silver."

This was the first time she spoke, her voice was thick and hoarse, but the woman's voice could still be heard.

Ye Zhuo immediately knew, "It's Zhang Xuan." He wondered, "She hasn't cultivated in the morning, why did she suddenly have it again?"

Wen Xing slid his fingers across the water mirror, and fixed his vision on the person behind Zhang Xuan. At the same time, Wen Mang said, "Xianjun, no, I

They got it wrong, it wasn't her who had cultivation, it was the two behind her. "

Behind Zhang Xuan are the two men holding the soul banner.They were all wearing white powder, their appearance was invisible, and their bodies were terribly thin. They were wrapped in mourning clothes like bamboo poles wrapped in sackcloth, and their faces were also covered in white powder. Snow-white, with the white flags waving in the wind, the whole person is like rolling in a pile of flour.

Ye Zhuo said, "So Zhang Xuan was coerced?"

Lao Liu and the others looked at each other, a hundred taels was an amount they had never seen before, before such an amount, any bastard lady would go to one side, so they just hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward as they said, and there was no one around. Lao Liu yelled, and unexpectedly, he took off the coffin-carrying frame and smashed it.

Song Zhangting flinched in fright. .

Zhang Xuan turned his back to him, but his eyes seemed to be behind his back. Seeing him staring at him, he instructed without looking back, "You, open the coffin lid."

Whoever the dead person in the coffin was, it was extremely disrespectful.

"Ah... oh." Young Master Song was stunned for a moment, but when he looked up, he saw that Lao Liu and the others had already unloaded Mistress Yishan's leg, and were about to remove the accessories around her waist.

There was no one to ask for help, the young master took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pushed open the coffin lid, squinting his eyes to look inside.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't some lumpy carrion inside, but another stone statue.

Ye Zhuo pointed the water mirror at the coffin, and saw that the statue inside was only as tall as a five or six-year-old child, with a blurry face, but very complicated clothes and rings, with a red gemstone embedded between the eyebrows, shaped like a small tower, There is a row of jade pendants around the waist, from big to small, there are nine of them.

Ye Zhuo said, "...the accessories look familiar to me."

Taling commanded, "Xianjun lower the water mirror, there are words on the lotus seat."

Ye Zhuo lowered the water mirror according to his words, and saw a small plaque on the lotus platform, with two rows of characters engraved upright, the fonts were complicated and unusual, it seemed to be ancient characters that had been lost.

——Jane Xinduansu Zhenhai Chongning Immortal.

This is actually a faceless statue of Ye Zhuo.

Seeing Ye Zhuo raised his eyebrows, Jian Qing leaned over curiously, "What ghost characters are written on it, why are they like ants crawling, can you recognize it?"

Ye Zhuo categorically denied, "I don't recognize them, these words obviously come from ancient times, how can I recognize them."

Jian Qing leaned forward with all her strength, her nose almost touching the water, "But... hey, why does that statue look a bit like yours at the beginning?"

He gestured at his waist, "There are a lot of people hanging jade around their waists, but it's really rare for you to hang seven or eight yuan, big or small."

Ye Zhuo knocked him on the head to make him shut up, and said forcefully, "You bumpkin, this kind of thing is popular this year, it's a must-have for princes and grandsons, understand?"

Although they were still joking around, Ye Jue's expression had already darkened.

To make a statue of a deity, one should not make one blindly according to one's imagination. Usually one needs to know the deity's name, rating and respect.For example, Jianxin Duansu is the rating given to Ye Chongning by later generations. This thing is actually a bit like giving a posthumous title to an emperor and empress. Anyway, it’s just a bunch of good words to add. It’s best to add the gods who don’t know what you’re writing, anyway. Ye Zhuo, who is a bunch of sluts, can also be rated as "simple hearted",

But this thing is not common in the world, and it is impossible to guess. Only those who cultivate immortals, or even those who know Xiaquan Palace, know what kind of comments his disciple wrote for Xianjun.

"Zhenhai" is a respectful name, which is related to the achievements of Xianjun's life, but it has no practical significance.Anyway, sword repair is to move mountains and fill seas. The characters "Ping", "Ning", "Zhen" and "Ding" are used in turn.

Ye Zhuo rubbed his chin, "Wen Mang, who do you think wants to fuck me?"

He didn't believe that someone was full enough to set him up as if admiring his demeanor, but he couldn't guess what other people wanted to do for a while.

After all, things like stone statues are more symbolic than practical. Let alone erecting a faceless statue, even if you carve a pig and tell everyone that this is the Immortal Chongning, and ask everyone to come to worship, Ye Zhuo can't really change it. Become a pig.If it is really useful, it is probably that the luck of the gods will interact with the worshipers, but it is only a matter of a moment, not to mention that this luck is not harmful to the immortal.

Wen Mang said, "The statue has no effect on your luck, anyway, your luck is already low enough, you can't fall there."

Ye Zhuao said, "You can't say that." He touched his chin, "Actually, I can still fall. I'm actually doing well in the human world. I have money and a house. If I suddenly get into trouble, such as being suddenly If you sell it in a kiln or something, don’t you just drop it?”

Wen Mang rolled his eyes, "I think you are still a little eager to try, what's the matter?"

While they were talking, the water mirror shook suddenly, and there was a loud bang. Lao Liu and the others had already pushed the stone statue away, and they worked together to lift the baby-sized "Immortal Chongning" from the coffin. When they came out, the stone was obviously unclear, and the two people were holding it wobbly. They simply swept the ashes from Yishan Empress' stumped limbs, and put the "Xianjun" squarely on the stone platform. set up.

Ye Zhuo said, "Let's find time to replace the plaque some other day. Is it too much to write Yishan Niangniang on the statue dedicated to me?"

Lao Liu and the others got it done, they all climbed down from the table, they rubbed their hands together, and smiled honestly at Zhang Xuan, "Look, boss, the job is done, the money..."

Zhang Xuan still knelt on the futon, and looked away from the blank face of "Xianjun" like alms after hearing the words, "Where is your home in Jingcheng?"

Old Liu hurriedly said, "I'm in Huaishu Village in the west of the city. Just send someone to take me there tomorrow."

Several other people also hurriedly said.

After Zhang Xuan listened to everyone's answers, he nodded in satisfaction and asked, "According to Jingcheng's custom, how much money is needed for the funeral of the highest qualification?"

Several people looked at me, I looked at you, they didn't expect Zhang Xuan to ask this, and finally they all looked at Song Zhangting, who had a rich family and had just held a funeral. A Taoist priest, who plays and sings, probably costs a hundred and ten silver coins."

"That's good." Zhang Xuan waved his whisk, "I will send 200 taels of silver to your family. As for supersalting, there will naturally be immortal elders from the Shangqing to thank you for your contribution."

Lao Liu and the others were still surprised that 100 taels suddenly became 200 taels, but Song Zhangting's hair fell down. He took half a step back and said vigilantly, "What contribution."

Zhang Xuan revealed a sly smile.

The next moment, Ye Zhuo raised his hand and waved the mirror, and shouted loudly, "Get out of the way!"

Almost at the same moment, there was only a clanging sword sound, Wen Xing's long sword was unsheathed, and the scattered sword energy cut through the low wall, and he fell straight into the hall.

Old Liu fell to the ground, only white shadows flying in front of his eyes. .

However, the two people who were following behind holding the soul banner strayed a few steps, only to hear the bamboo pole split from the middle with a stabbing sound, and two thin long swords were shaken out from it. The two swords were almost identical, except that one had a The fine lines are cyan, and the other handle is yellow.The two swords were like two swimming fishes, shooting at the crowd.

Wen Xing turned around and crossed his sword just in time to hold them up. With a flick of his long sword, the light of the sword swung out, knocked off half of the roof, and forced himself towards the two of them.The three of them came and went, only to see the sword energy soaring into the air, almost rushing to Ye Zhuo's feet, Wen Xing intentionally separated them from the others, they rushed out of the ruined temple during the struggle, and went straight into the air.

Ye Zhuo quickly chased him out, but his eyesight was different now, and Wen Xing moved extremely fast, he couldn't see clearly, so he could only frown and ask Wen Mang.

Jian Bai asked anxiously, "How?"

Ye Zhuo's negative words from Ta Ling said, "I don't think it's that good. I don't know where these two people came from. Fighting alone is far worse than your elders. They work together differently. Look at the swordsmanship of "he pointed to the yellow handle." It seems to have a murderous intent, but it is too straight and hard to turn around. The other handle is too twisted and lacks murderous intent. However, the two complement each other. At this time, it seems that you elders have the upper hand, but..."

He didn't continue, but Jian Bai was taken aback suddenly, "The murderous intent is overwhelming, the turning point is too much, are these two people from the Spring and Autumn Mountains of Changzhou Duyue Pavilion?"

Ye Zhuo nodded to signal him to continue.

Jian Bai went on to say, "I heard that there are people from Chunshan and Qiushan in Changzhou Duyue Pavilion, Shanchun Sword and Qiujian. Their moves are just as you just said."

Jian Qing said anxiously, "But I heard that the two mountain men are the most glorious, why would they go to carry the corpse in the middle of the night?" He held the hilt of the sword, and was about to draw it, but was held down by Ye Zhu, and he was too late In words, holding Jian Qing in his left hand and Jian Bai in his right hand, he suddenly fell backwards, took several steps back, and rowed several feet with the two little disciples.

Jian Qing tugged at her belt, "You are..."

In the next second, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he heard the sound of rubble breaking. The place where he was standing just now was smashed into a big hole by rubble flying from nowhere.

It turned out that the temple was carrying a high cliff on Yishan Mountain. The high cliff was destroyed by the rocks shaking with sword energy, and many rocks were crumbling.These people's cultivation bases are extremely terrifying, their fighting momentum has already caused the thunder cloud to change color, intersecting with Jingcheng's black luck, Ye Jue's old eyesight is already dim, let alone the movements of Wen Xing and others.

So he silently lifted Wen Mang up and rode it above his head.

Jian Qing and Jian Bai were about to step forward, but Ye Zhuo grabbed them and scolded, "Do you want to die? Why do you elders cultivate as he fights with others, and you can also get involved?" He pressed the heads of the two young disciples, "Down There are others, go and save them with me."

Ye Zhuo took the lead and rushed into the temple with Wen Mang on his head. Jian Qing and Jian Bai went to help Lao Li and Lao Liu. Before the house collapsed, he rushed out of the temple, but there was a faint groan behind him.

Zhang Xuan choked up and said, "Save...help me!"

Ye Zhuo turned around and Zhang Xuan had already removed the mask, her face was as pale as a ghost, leaning against the door rail, her body was obviously extremely heavy, she moved with difficulty on the stone-covered ground, scratching the Taoist robe.

Jian Bai asked, "What do you mean?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Don't ask too many questions, just drag her out first."

Jian Qing and Jian Bai should be, the two of them just helped Zhang Xuan's shoulders, but they saw Ye Juan passed them and walked into the temple alone. One also collapsed, and it looked like it would collapse at any time, Jian Qing couldn't help but said anxiously, "What is this for! Senior comes back! Once the rocks fall, this temple will be buried!"

Ye Zhuo raised his hand to stop Jian Qing from continuing, staring at the image of the fairy in front of him, "Jian Bai, come here."

At this time, all the candles in the temple had been extinguished, and the stone statue without a face was shadowed under the light-leaking roof. Only the words "Chongning Xianjun" seemed to be coated with gold powder, still shining brightly.

He suddenly asked, "Is it broken?"

Jian Bai was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was talking about stone statues.

Ye Zhuo's fingertips brushed across a carving on the back, and pointed to the stone statue, which was "broken open."

Although Jian Bai didn't quite understand, he still raised his sword and slashed across, the stone statue was cut into two sections from the waist and abdomen, and there was a bang, the face of the statue hit the ground, and the ground trembled crazily.Although the temple has incense, but there is no abbot, the beams and carvings have not been cleaned for a long time, and the dust is flying all over the place, and several people can't help but cover their mouths and noses with their hands.

Ye Zhuo seemed to be ignorant, he quickly took two steps forward, and picked up a small piece of turquoise broken jade from the dust.

Wen Mang stayed in Ye Zhuo's arms, staring at the small piece of broken jade between his fingers with shining eyes. This jade is not as green as it is fashionable now, and it is so small that it can't buy much money in a pawn shop. However, Ta Ling, who has seen countless rare treasures, seems to be looking at some rare treasure.

He stood up slowly, and said slowly and hesitantly, "This is... your sword... a fragment of 'Innumerable Worlds'?"

Ye Zhuo paused for a moment, then said softly, "Yes."