Watching the sound of gongs and drums outside, gradually approaching, more than a hundred soldiers guarded the road, holding flags and waving flags.

The two officials in the blazing robe, one with white faces and the other with a bearded old man, both wore fish bags on their waists, wore jade heads, rode a red horse, and were led by a child servant, and walked first, heading up the mountain.

Behind were hundreds of thin men, naked and carrying mahogany boxes. Because the mountain road was narrow, there was only one person in a row, and a row of long rows formed in a row of miles.

Along the way, there were Taoists and children who went down the mountain to worship and guide the people of the government.

Not long after, I passed the mountain road several miles and arrived at the front of the mountain gate. Jia Qingfeng led all the Taoist people, children and fire makers, and went up to worship the two officials and said, "The small road Qingfeng is the host of the Demon-Subduing Palace. I have met two adults..."

"I dare not be a great gift for the high-spirited one..."

Seeing this, the two officials did not dare to be timid, and they hurriedly turned over and dismounted, solemnly returned the courtesy.

"I have heard of the title of Taoist priest of Xiaguan Fengxiang, and I have long admired him. Now when I see it, the Taoist priest is indeed Taoist Quanzhen..." After each of them, the official in the red-clothed clothes with a white face without a need and stroking the feather fan with his hands, said with a gentle smile.

After saying that, he pointed to the gray-haired short-bearded official next to him and said, "This is the imperial official of the court, and he came from thousands of miles from Jinling..."

Wang Zhongjun nodded at Jia Qingfeng and smiled and said, "Mr. Wang Zhongjun, this person is polite..."

"The outside heat is hot, and the two adults are exhausted all the way. Please come to the temple to cool down and drink some tea..." Jia Qingfeng shook the dust and said.

Wang Zhongjun waved his hand and clasped his fists and said, "Please also preside over the convening of all the Taoists, the children will set up incense tables, and the imperial court will have an imperial edict..."

"Imperial Order..."

"Is there an imperial edict?"

The little Taoists below were shocked when they heard this and whispered. Jia Qingfeng was also surprised and hurriedly called everyone to carry out the case table and lay out the yellow silk plaques.

"The imperial edict has arrived..."

Seeing that the incense table was set up, Wang Zhongjun took out a roll of yellow silk from a wooden box and shouted forever.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live..."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live..."

Mei Wenhua did not hesitate and knelt on the ground and shouted, "When the soldiers and porters saw this, they knelt on the ground and shouted in a dense manner.

Then all the Taoists, fireworkers, and children also knelt on the ground.

Only Jia Qingfeng was hesitant and thought for a while, but did not kneel down, but just held the whisk and bowed and retreated aside.

"The Emperor Fengtian Chengyun, and the imperial edict said: There was Duyang Xian Gong in Hanzhong who lived in Xianshan for a long time. His Taoism was so beautiful and noble, and his bones were beautiful.

I have heard that the Immortal Lord can give talismans, explain the orthodox teachings of the three heavens, be good at practicing the wonderful way, save people in countless ways, and spread the great Dharma of the Supreme Saint...

He was granted the title of the Master of the Dachan Guardian, the Demon Fudao, and the Holy Immortal Mansion on Duyang... He was granted the title of the Immortal Mansion as: the land of the clear and blessed place of Ziwu, and the wonderful transformation and ascending the true cave heaven.

Today I went to Fengxiangjie Town, rewarded and allocated thousands of dollars, repaired Taiyi Immortal Palace, and quickly condemned the great craftsman, and the early jade Shulanghuan blessed realm...

There must be no mistake, how could it be…” Wang Zhongjun’s clan voice resounded through the sky, shaking the ancient temples in the mountains and flying birds and beasts.

“Receive the order…”

After reciting the imperial edict, Wang Zhongjun saw Jia Qingfeng's face seemingly happy and angry, and then he was relieved with a few ounces. He did not answer, but just stared at the temple gate, shook his head and called again: "Master Qingfeng is here to answer the imperial edict..."

"Uh...oh...Okay, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness..." Jia Qingfeng trembledly and replied incoherently.

The public then stood up, and Mei Wenhua and Wang Zhongjun and others held their fists and congratulated: "Congratulations, the lintel of Wushan Gate has been prosperous since then, and will be recorded in history and will be passed down for thousands of generations..."

Jia Qingfeng had tears in his eyes. Thinking of the last wishes of his master and ancestors from all generations, he could not help but feel relaxed. All the pressure was relieved and all the efforts were worth it.

A little sad, seeing everyone looking at him, I hurriedly sorted out my thoughts and invited the two officials of plum and Wang to enter the temple to serve tea.

The officials, soldiers and porters followed, only a part of them went to the sight to rest. The rest of them rested under the shade of the trees outside the sight, arranged for the firemen to bring a few large pots, boiled mung bean soup, and went with the soldiers to quench the thirst and calm the heat.

The Taoist people in the world were also happy and ran around each other. After all, they were enthroned by the orthodox dynasty. As long as they did not commit serious crimes in the future, they followed unwritten rules.

No matter who is the emperor in the world or the dynasty that generation of dynasties is opened, they will again enthrone the jungles of the ten directions and repair the temples and temples of the previous dynasties. With the support of the dynasties, the outer sects will become more and more prosperous. This is the case with Longhu Mountain, Zhongnan and Maoshan.

Jia Qingfeng led Wang Zhongjun and his party to the Welcoming Hall in the Temple. Zhong Qi sat in the hall waiting. When he saw everyone coming, he sat down to drink tea and chat.

"The officials in the south are in the south and have long been honored by the Immortal Master. When I saw him today, he really had an extraordinary appearance and was extremely out of the world..." Wang Zhongjun used the previous speech that praised Jia Qingfeng when he saw him.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Qi just nodded to him lightly, and did not respond to him. Instead, he bowed to Mei Culture and smiled: "Mr. Mei, I have been separated from Liangzhou for a long time. Mr. Xu has become more prosperous in his past!"

"Hahaha... Master Hong is more elegant and more ethereal and extraordinary. The emperor wishes Master Hong the great success of Taoist fruit in advance..." Mei Culture also praised him well.

Wang Zhongjun saw that Zhong Qi did not follow suit, and no longer made fun of himself. Instead, he pulled Jia Qingfeng to talk about some trivial matters.

Mei Wenhua saw that Wang Zhongjun was having fun chatting with his senior brother, so he stood up and smiled at Zhong Qi, "I have never seen it before. Today, I would like to ask Master Hong to come to this fairy mountain. I dare to ask Master Hong to take Master Hong to see the mountain scenery. How about it?"

If you want to see the mountain scenery, you can't take him to see any Taoist, so you insist on Zhong Qi taking him around. It is obvious that there is something to say.

Zhong Qi was well-informed and knew his intentions, so he stood up and sued the king. Jia and the others sued him, and then said to Mei Wenhua: "Mr. Mei, please..."

Mei Wen smiled slightly, but did not refuse. He strode out of the hall, pointed the way from Zhong Qi, and walked all the way to the back mountain.

Soon after, when they arrived outside Fengqi Pavilion, the two sat opposite each other in the pavilion, looking at the misty clouds under the cliff, Mei Weng slapped his palm and sighed: "It's really a blessed land, a fairyland. If you can bring three or five friends here, watch the scriptures, sit and play chess, and ignore the troubles of the world, how wonderful..."

Zhong Qi smiled and said nothing. After watching the clouds for a long time, he asked: "What is the situation at the foot of the mountain? Have the barbarians retreated? Is Deng Gong still safe?"

Mei Wenhua shook his head and said, "Although the besieged barbarians were repelled, their current situation is becoming more and more chaotic. The Han Gong army has 15,000, and most of them are Chen Bingyang County.

The Di people won more than 37,000 soldiers, and most of them were stationed in Foping. The two armies were dozens of miles apart in front of each other, and the front line was spread out for hundreds of miles apart."

"The Di people defeated tens of thousands of soldiers, and the Hu people who were good at riding and shooting. They came and went like the wind. Does the Han Gong have a chance of winning?" Zhong Qi said with some worries.

Mei Wenhua smiled and said, "The powerful generals under the command of Han Gong, Zhu Gui, Xin Chengzhu, and the generals such as Bi Zongyuan recommended by Hong Shi all have the courage of thousands of men. How could they lose? Now the Di people want to seek peace, while Han Gong wants to enter Guanzhong to compete for the foundation of kings and dominance..."

Zhong Qi said in confusion: "How do you say this?"

"The Han Gong had three victories, and the first victory was due to the elite and brave generals. The generals worked hard to defeat the Di people.

The two victories lie within the Five Barbarians. The Jie people first entered Luoyang, captured Xuanzong, and occupied all wealthy places such as Hebei and Central Plains. Emperor Jie Zhao had a great ambition and had a unified heart. How could the Di people take over the land of Guanzhong?

According to reports, in early May, Jie Zhao consolidated 100,000 troops, defeated the three counties of Shaanxi Province, and won several consecutive battles with the main forces of Di Qin in Huazhou. By the end of the month, the Di people retreated into the pass and had no power to fight against the Zhao army. The Zhao army was also blocked from winning the world under the city of Tongguan, and it has been several months since then."

Mei Wenhua talked eruditely: "If the Di people had been fighting in Hanzhong south and stalemate with Han Gong, they would fall into two fronts. It would not take long. The Di people would be Han or Zhao's destruction, so this was the two victory..."

"So that's it. There is still a victory. No need to say much, it's Mr. Mei, right?" Zhong Qi bowed and praised.

Mei Wen nodded confidently and said, "Although a certain family is not talented, I am fortunate to meet the wise ruler. If the Han Gong follows my words, he dare not say that he will take Guanzhong all, but he will be able to take Feng, Liang, Jie, Jin, etc. and other states. It is still worrying to sit firmly in Guannan..."

Zhong Qi nodded when he heard this. As he had been dating for a long time, he still understood Mei Culture's ability, strategy and literary talent. Not to mention that he could compare with Zhuge, but he was also Liu Bowen and Zhang Liang.

This seems to be confident, but not confident, just because the Five Barbarians of the Central Plains are few, but they are unparalleled in the world, and they have gradually settled in the Central Plains and the North.

When the barbarians entered the Central Plains, they were completely different from the end of the dynasty in general dynasties. The difficulty of competing for hegemony in the world increased step by step.
Chapter completed!