The Celestial Master of Time Traveling

Han Jiangxue's uncle, Han Wei, happened to be wandering nearby.They soon arrived at Yunlian Mountain, the only way Han Wei would pass, and found a gazebo to wait.

"This rose tea seems to be of good quality." Zhuang Xian sat with Jiang Yuxuan, holding his hand.

After carefully brewing the scented tea, Han Jiangxue is setting out refreshments: "Uncle is not a monk in the full sense, he can't isolate himself from the world, and he has no resistance to Pingyin roses and delicate pastries."

This is to tell them that Han Wei is not as difficult to deal with as he thought.Zhuang Xian sincerely thanked: "Understood, thank you, Jiang Xue."

While speaking, Master Wuwang, Han Jiangxue's uncle Han Wei, had already climbed up the mountain.

He was attracted by the scent of rose tea: "It smells so good."

"Uncle!" Han Jiangxue rushed over and gave him a big hug. "did you miss me?"

"Axue." Han Wei held his niece's hand, and was about to greet her when she saw Zhuang Xian and Jiang Yuxuan obediently sitting aside.

He hurriedly asked Han Jiangxue to sit aside, walked quickly in front of the two, clasped his hands together: "You two friends."

"Hello, Master Wuwang." Jiang Yuxuan didn't remember that he knew this eminent monk, he just followed Xian and stood up to salute.

Hurrying to support Jiang Yuxuan, Han Wei looked very solemn: "The descendants of Shangshen are indeed extraordinary."

This sentence is enough to show that this Master Wuwang is indeed not an ordinary person, and he can see Jiang Yuxuan's background at a glance.

"Master is really astute." Zhuang Xian offered the freshly poured rose tea with both hands, "Your junior added Northeast black honey without authorization, please don't dislike it, master."

"Worthy of being the top hundred flower honey." Han Wei savored the taste repeatedly, admiring again and again. "The Taoist priest also likes delicious food, can you call me? The poor monk only has one mouth, and he really doesn't have the talent to cook delicious food."

Knowing Han Wei's vicious eyes, Zhuang Xian was not surprised: "Poverty Dao has a request."

"Teacher, please tell me." Han Wei reluctantly put down his teacup.

Taking out a bottle of Hundred Flowers Honey, Zhuang Xian said, "That's right, we passed by Longling Village, and in the wilderness, we encountered many remnant souls trapped by living souls."

As he said that, he handed over the multi-tube bottle: "Six paths of reincarnation, only Buddhist disciples understand. The poor Tao just can't bear the heart of innocent people who will never recover, and cannot be reborn in bliss."

"Amitabha, so kind." Han Wei couldn't help but sighed, and took many vials. "There have been many disasters in Longling Village recently."

He returned the multi-tube bottle to Zhuang Xian: "I don't have Jinlan cassocks or Zen sticks here, so I can't save these innocent benefactors who died in vain. It just so happens that our Huang'en Temple also encountered demons. It's not us Buddhists who eliminate demons." A session for disciples. Since Daoist Priest and Shangshen are here, it's hard work for you two."

"Slaying demons and demons is the responsibility of cultivators." Jiang Yuxuan agreed without hesitation, "Those demons disturbing the pure place of Buddhism should be eradicated as soon as possible."

"That's good, God is worthy of being God."

Being complimented like this, Jiang Yuxuan was really embarrassed: "This junior is just cultivating, and has not cultivated to become an immortal. The master said this, this junior really..."

"It's not a compliment." Han Wei just smiled, "I respect you only because the God of Flying Flowers is the ancestor of Benefactor Jiang. Benefactor Jiang, you have a very high talent, and it will be a matter of time before you become a fairy."

"With the auspicious words of the master, the younger generation will definitely work harder and live up to expectations." Jiang Yuxuan is a cultivator after all, so he quickly withdrew his plan to put his hands together, and instead used clasped fists as a ritual.

Sitting on the sidelines watching the play, Han Jiangxue couldn't help complaining: "How many years has it been since the construction of the New Dongguo? There is no need to learn from those ancient people, uncle, you are people of the new era."

"That's right." Han Wei smiled fondly, "Listen to my niece. After all, I am older than you. Since you are Jiang Xue's friends, just call me uncle like her."

"Uncle Han." Zhuang Xian started first, smiling very cutely, which was very lovable. "It really does get a lot closer."

He quickly tugged at Jiang Yuxuan's sleeve: "Xuan'er."

"Hello, Uncle Han." Jiang Yuxuan was already very handsome, but he just smiled, like a lily of flowers blooming.

Couldn't help admiring, Han Wei almost couldn't move his eyes: "It's so similar to that ancient painting, especially the charm, it's simply the reincarnated God of Flying Flowers."

"If you can get rid of the evil spirits, maybe you can ask Little Friend Jiang to help you and witness the miracle." Han Wei held his chin in a very serious tone.

Jiang Yuxuan was a little embarrassed: "Uncle Han, I am Hou Yi with the Goddess Feihua, but I can't even control my own divine source..."

"It was bestowed by the gods, my little friend. Of course, I will not obey you at any time." Han Wei returned to his seat and picked up the rose tea. "Only a person like you who possesses the source of God can pray to God for a miracle."

He drank it slowly and tasted it, letting the aroma of the tea linger, and made himself fragrant: "Everything has its spirit, and the source of God is also the spirit. We Buddhist disciples should be pure-hearted and ascetic, but in this world, no one can." Truly detached from the world, only enlightened to Taoism and Zen.”

"May I ask, is Uncle Han doing it for the dilapidated Buddha in Huang'en Temple?" Jiang Yuxuan could only think of one answer, and it was just for the little knowledge that Han Wei could learn.

Han Wei just shook his head: "Ordinary people only worship Buddha to make wishes. If there is nothing to ask for, no one will travel thousands of miles to worship three times and knock down nine times. In my pure place of Buddhism, I never care about clay sculptures and lacquered statues. What I ask for is Buddhism itself."

"In this way, the miracle you want, Uncle Han, is the missing page of the Buddhist scriptures, and the "Flying Joy to the Buddha Song" that is said to only be found in the Western Paradise?" Zhuang asked tentatively after thinking hard.

"As expected of the strongest person in the cultivation world, Leader Zhuang and Tianshi Zhuang, your understanding is truly unmatched." Han Wei nodded, "But you are only half right."

He didn't intend to reveal the answer to the mystery, and it was inconvenient for Zhuang Xian and Jiang Yuxuan to ask more questions.

Just listen to Zhuang Xian's assurance: "As long as Uncle Han is willing to help us, we will do our best to meet your requests within our capabilities."

"That matter is good for little friend Jiang, and he really shouldn't refuse. Our Huang'en Temple is just following the glory." Han Wei only half-spoken.

Ordinary people would definitely think that he was pretending to be profound, but Zhuang Xian didn't intend to bother to ponder the thoughts of these eminent monks whose career is to understand Taoism and practice Zen.Anyway, in the end, the answer will still be revealed.

As long as he knows that the final result is beneficial to Jiang Yuxuan, then that's fine.

The two parties reached an agreement, Han Wei is a man of his word, and Zhuang Xian doesn't need to worry.However, Han Wei's magic weapon is not complete to help those dead and remnant souls be rescued.

The Jinlan cassock was trapped in the back mountain of the temple. Because it was so quiet, it turned out to be a shelter for evil spirits and ghosts, and the middle-aged Yin Qi was lingering.The host has invited celestial masters many times, but they have not successfully exorcised the evil spirits at all, and many people died because of it.

Wujin nanmumuyu was robbed by Dongli people during the Anti-Japanese War, and it is difficult to recall it now.But you can think of ways to borrow, this must rely on diplomatic means.

There is also a seven-color string blood jade guqin, which is used to please the Buddha; Cuiwei Jinse, whose sound is compassionate, is to appease the dead.These two are not in the world at all and really need to rely on miracles.

On the way to Huang'en Temple together, Zhuang Xian was a little distressed: "I can't even understand the common language English, and the few words I know are taught by you Xuan'er. Borrowing national treasures like Wujin Nanmu Muyu, I I’m afraid it’s not easy to say anything.”

"It's okay, I'm here." Jiang Yuxuan patted Zhuang Xian on the shoulder, "Brother Xian only needs to speak Chinese. If you can speak well, you only need a translator."

Han Wei, who was sitting by the side, couldn't help but praise: "Jiang Xiaoyou is really a rare genius."

He was thinking about other things all the way, and he didn't pay attention to the conversation between Zhuang Xian and the others. He handed over the music score and showed it to Zhuang Xian: "I've been thinking about the chord I've been looking for for a month. Look, these few notes of his As soon as I changed it, my inspiration came.”

"I'm sorry, Uncle Han, I can't understand the staves. This thing is too high-end, I'm just a mortal, really..." As a person with five-tone insufficiency, Zhuang Xian is very confused when reading staves, even simplified ones.

Glancing at Zhuang Xian involuntarily, Han Wei realized that he, who is number one in the cultivation world, has no musical ability: "It's unbelievable...I've heard before that many treasures in the cultivation world are very similar to musical instruments."

"Yes, but not all." Zhuang Xian is an authoritative person in this regard.

He didn't give those fellow Taoists any face at all, and directly exposed the essence: "What is really useful is the cultivator's own golden core. The golden core determines a person's true upper limit of cultivation. As for the musical instruments with a very high appearance rate, to put it bluntly, they are Pretentious."

"People like me who don't know music naturally, but can still have a high level of cultivation, there are indeed many people in the world of cultivation." He took a plum cake, chewed it slowly, savoring the glutinous fragrance that it also had.

Han Wei suddenly realized: "Fortunately, you told me this, otherwise I would have been scammed a lot of money."

Taking the mobile phone he handed over, Jiang Yuxuan checked his WeChat, and couldn't help shaking his head: "These liars have all tricked the Taoist monk, it's really hateful."

"After all, I'm a layman in cultivation." Han Wei was not angry, "I just want to get rid of evil spirits earlier, lest Buddhist sacred objects be destroyed by those evil spirits, and that would be the fault of us disciples."

"By the way, didn't Jiang Xiaoyou say, can you translate Dongli dialect?" Han Wei suddenly remembered that Jiang Yuxuan and Zhuang Xian had discussed this issue.

Jiang Yuxuan nodded: "I had nothing to do during college, so I took a few courses, including small languages, not just Dongli. I have a certificate, and I did take over the job of simultaneous interpretation during school."

"Foreign affairs department, we have people." Han Jiangxue blinked and interrupted suddenly. "Brother Yuxuan, it happens that you understand Dongli language, so the translation fee can be saved."

The author's gossip: This eminent monk has a very accurate vision, and Zhuang Xian and Jiang Yuxuan have a new mission.