When Ding Bao was cooking vegetables in the kitchen, someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "Come on a few strong people, hurry up!"

The sound is familiar, and it turns out to be the breeze.

"Fuck!" The fireman in the kitchen blew sweaty, cursed in a low voice, and pointed at a few people casually: "You! You! And you! Go with Master Qingfeng!"

He raised his voice and hummed, "That's all! If there are fewer people, I'll wait for lunch to eat at night."

After saying that, the shovel was slashing and pulling the iron pot, as if venting anger.

Qingfeng didn't talk too much, so he picked up a cloth towel and threw it on several people: "Wipe the sweat! Take off the old robes and replace them with new ones. When you carry things later, don't grin and walk steadily. Everyone has to give me a solemn appearance and a happy fetus! Whoever shames Benguan, I will throw it down the back mountain as usual!"

He walked to Ding Bao, glanced at him, and snorted: "Your robe is new enough, you don't need to change it."

Of course, Ding Bao's robe was new. What he had on his body was different from the old robes that those villagers had obtained. He was wearing directly the Taoist Master Song Juji.

Qingfeng led the four people, including Ding Bao, into the warehouse, and ordered them to work together to carry two red lacquer wooden boxes with big red flowers on their shoulders.

The wooden box was about four feet long, about half a foot wide, and only a little more than a palm. However, the man's hands were quite heavy, and I don't know what kind of treasure they were carrying. The two of them carried each other up, and even the shoulder wood was slightly bent.

The one who chose Ding Bao was not a silly Taoist priest in the kitchen, but a silly and thin Taoist priest. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his words and deeds were completely different from those of a silly Taoist priest who wore robes halfway through. He should be a 800-year-old Taoist priest in the temple.

The little Taoist priest was very slim and tall. He seemed to have a good meal, but he was too young and had no strength in his arms. It was obvious that Ding Bao had already paid most of the weight. Before he could step out of the warehouse, he was already pale and panting.

Qingfeng glanced coldly and snorted: "Xinyi. Where is your Master Qingji? Why haven't you seen anyone yet?"

The little Taoist priest called Xinyi whispered: "Return... I don't know what my master said."

I don’t know if I can’t bear the burden or fear my master, but I should be fragmented in just two sentences, and I can’t catch up with the upper hand.

Qingfeng sneered: "You don't know if you live in the same palace? You didn't say anything, so I have to help you and be a porter."

Xinyi did not dare to backfire and whispered: "Brother... I should do my best."

Qingfeng seemed to be trying to suppress him for a moment, slowed down and admonished the four of them: "The owner of this gift is Taoist Master Zhenyangzi, the first Laolu Hall of the Second Principal of Benguan. He moved his fingers, and the whole Guan was afraid that he would have to make a few mistakes. His face was the face of Benguan. If anyone who made him lose face in front of a distinguished guest, his life would not be enough to pay!"

Everyone was so proud that they carried the gift out of the warehouse and came to the mountain gate of the middle road in a mighty manner.

Outside the mountain gate, a middle-aged Taoist stood a gray-bearded and cold-faced Taoist, surrounded by five or six disciples wearing Taoist robes, which further highlighted his respectful status and seriousness.

In addition to wearing a Taoist robe, this middle-aged Taoist priest, also wore a purple gown, holding a whisk in his hand, and a golden star crown on his head, showing his appearance as a master.

He glanced at Qingfeng who was saluting and whispered: "Where is Qingji?"

The sound was as heavy as iron, and the aftershocks of the sound waves seemed to roll in the throat and abdomen, with a sound of metal and stone. Perhaps because of the long-term leadership of the Lao Lu Hall, there was an indescribable coldness. The last time Ding Bao heard a similar sound was on Master Sugo who captured Shenluo.

A sudden movement in my heart, everyone was asking Qingji, could it be the name of Song Juji?!

"Master Qi, Junior Brother Qingji has not appeared yet."

Qingfeng answered respectfully, and there was no joy or anger between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Look for it later."

Masayoko said in a loud voice.

"Yes. Disciple obeys the order."

At this time, a sound of spiral horns outside the mountain gate started and whimpered in.

Mayoko's eyebrows moved: "The distinguished guest is here!"

The whisk was waving, and the coat fluttered. He stepped out of the yard first and led all the disciples to line up to greet him. Ding Bao also retreated aside. Before he put down the big red wooden box on his shoulders, the guest outside the door opened his loud voice and sang: "Bai Haiting, the envoy of the three southern governments to suppress the enemy and comfort the enemy, pay homage to the mountain, and the disciples of this temple welcomed the great horse-drawn carriage!"

Bai Haiting, the envoy of the Three Prefectures of the Southern Kingdom, suppressing the enemy and pacifying the enemy?

Ding Bao's heart moved and immediately remembered something, which happened shortly after he left Huayang.

Because there are many strange things about the Tianshang in Huayang County, the royal family sent envoys to suppress the enemy, saying that they were inspecting the people on behalf of the emperor, comforting the people's sentiments, and supervising the anti-blade affairs, but their true intentions were different.

It is said that it is embarrassing the Su family, but in fact, there are only three civil servants, one chief and two deputy deputy. Apart from the guards assigned by the law firm, they did not bring a soldier or a soldier. It can be said that it is a real Xuanfu. In the past, this errand was supervised by the Su family of the General's Mansion in Zhennan. The White Horse Royal Family sent such a few people to come this time. If there was nothing Xiaojiujiu, no one would believe it.

The Xuanfu envoy who gave the Su family eye medicine was this Bai Haiting?!

Ding Bao looked up and saw an official wearing a black purple official uniform and a gold purple fish bag walking into the hospital gate with a white face without any need, as clean and healthy as bamboo.

He wears black gauze and straight feet with his head, and his feet are covered with black leather boots. He is very literary and elegant, and has a unique essay elegance.

The Xuanfu Envoy, Lord Bai, seemed to be not extravagant. In addition to the two gentle and elegant followers, he only brought six yamen officials with him with feathered swords. Including the simple double-carrying sedan chair outside the mountain gate, at most ten were followed. If it weren't for the extremely dazzling black and purple official uniform, it would be the same as the show of Luo Magistrate of Huayang County.

However, when Ding Bao's eyes swept across the faces of the two close followers behind Lord Bai, he was shocked and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Inspection Officer Zhang!

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in Huayang County, the young talent inspector Zhang attacked Sugo in public because he admired Sugo and was humiliated and driven away by Sugo in person. Later, because of the Su family, the Bai family successively praised Ding Bao, and even later the God of Wealth Inn came to join in the fun and delivered the Twelve Children's God of Wealth, which shocked him.

Ding Bao still remembered that he was dissatisfied with him in the daytime, but after he shocked the whole audience, inspector Zhang was the first to adjust his mentality and walked up to him to give in and toast him. He was a rare talent who could be trusted and extended to know the most. Therefore, Ding Bao was very impressed by him.

But later everyone followed suit and came up to persuade him to drink. Ding Bao didn't notice when he left the table. So, this man chose his life because he had no face to stay?!

Or... Another possibility, Ding Bao dared not think about it any more!

At this time, he had many thoughts in his heart and could not calm down for a long time, but he was sure that inspector Zhang must have a deeper impression of him!

Perhaps there is a one-percent chance. Because the legendary "Prince Ding Bao" has died, I heard that even the people in Huayang County have erected the stele for themselves. Zhang Xunzhang, who has already clinged to the Lord of the Xuanfu Envoy, will not think of the person in the past... The young county lieutenant who shocked the audience during the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet, was very upbeat, and was afraid he would always become the legendary Huayang.

But now Ding Bao doesn't even want to take any risks.

"Master Xinyi!"

He tried to lower his voice, lowered his eyebrows and turned his head, and closed his lips gently. From the side, it seemed like he took the opportunity to yawn, "Leave this box to me. I'll go back... save more effort."

The disciples in Izumo Temple have a high status and often meet with handymen to show their attention. The young Taoist priest Xinyi was sore and his legs were weak, and he hurriedly changed positions with him. Ding Bao was a little shorter than the tall Taoist priest. In addition, he deliberately lowered his head, and when he arrived at the back line, most of his face was immediately covered. In addition, his appearance and appearance changed greatly, so it was not easy to find out.

When the Second Inspector Shin-Yozi saw Lord Bai, he immediately went forward, raised his whisk and bowed Gao Nuo.

"The Emperor Wuliang Tianzun! Lord Xuanfu worked hard all the way. I have lost my mistakes and I will forgive you."

"You're really kind."

Bai Haiting also gave a polite greeting and smiled brightly, "The common people and ordinary people are often disturbed by listening. Seeing that the prayer for Taoism is approaching, if the preparations in the temple are delayed, it is not my official's fault."

The two of them pushed each other and made each other very intimate, and walked side by side into the hospital. Bai Haiting was busy talking to Shin-yoko. As one of the two close followers, Zhang Xun-secretly, there were also disciples under Shin-yoko who were chatting enthusiastically, with no eyes on them, and he would not pay attention to the low-level Taoist priests who were bowing their heads next to him.

Ding Bao had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw Qingfeng's gaze glanced over, raised his chin, and whispered: "Come on! Beware!"

The four of them hurriedly lifted the two large mahogany boxes and walked into Laolu Hall step by step.

Laolu Hall was originally named Zhenren Hall. During the Zhuge Dynasty, the famous Gaodao Changyue Zhenren, who was the famous Taoist temple, was ordered here to preach the Dharma, opened an altar to teach precepts, and asked for precepts to be heard all over the country, and the Daomen's mysterious wind was boosted. Later generations changed the Zhenren Hall to "Laolu Hall", which was the hall that taught precepts.

Lao Lutang is the largest villa in Izumo Temple and has the oldest history. In addition to the large courtyard area, it also has a large building area, which is where Taoist priests in Guanne hold religious activities.

Every morning and evening, Taoist priests will come here to the palace to recite scriptures. On Taoist festivals or Christmas, there will be an altar here to hold a ritual.

In the entire Laolu Hall, there are white snow and lush pines and cypresses, emitting an ancient and peaceful solemnity and solemnity.

Bai Haiting and Zhenyangzi were chatting while walking, and Inspection Officer Zhang also had a great time with several other Taoists. Qingfeng led the four people to follow from a distance, and the distance between six guards with swords was not clear. Ding Bao was at the end of the team, which was safe. Unless the inspector Zhang's head twitched, suddenly turned around, or if Lord Bai Haiting was on a whim, he had to know Zhenyangzi's disciples or the like, otherwise he would not be in trouble.

He was becoming more and more curious at this time. What kind of secret is hidden in this Izumo Temple? Why are all the gods and ghosts running here?!

As we walked, the team suddenly stopped in front of a strange building.

The building is made of square-cut large gray stones and stacked into a Bagua-shaped base. The houses on the top are all made of wood, but the wood is bright and amber color, and the texture is full of gold threads. It is obviously old and still above other buildings in the courtyard.

But the most peculiar part is not the old, but the strange structure of the building.

This cathedral is composed of eight rectangular houses, which look down like a wheel axle. Each house has only the edges and corners at the end, forming a small regular octagon in the center.

There are three sides of the corridors outside each house. After careful consideration, I found that although there are peripheral corridors between the long houses and the long houses, they are actually adjacent but not connected. There are 32 walls in the eight houses, and none of them are shared by two adjacent houses.

Magnificent, complex and exquisite, and eye-catching. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, novels are better, updated and faster!
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