"Where is this?"

"Who? Who are you?"

"Where is this?"

"Who are you? How dare you enter the dream of a poor man?"

In his dream, the florist looked at a little ghost in brown clothes and a brown hat with a round ball appearing in front of him, and asked in surprise.

But the kid was floating in the air, just looking at him seriously, and still said:

"Where is this?"

"Of course this is a poor Taoist's cave, so is the Huashan Cave!" The flower-robed man was a little annoyed, "You brat, you are so brave, how dare you run wild in the Taoist Master's dream."

Saying that makes you angry.

However, the little ghost is fair and cute, and very weak. He looks about four or five years old. Whether it is a spirit or a god, few people will deal with it as soon as they see it.

But this kid was timid. When he saw him angry, his eyes widened and he disappeared in a flash.

The dream is gradually broken.

In the cave, on the stone bed, there was a flower mattress and a flower quilt placed by the younger generation. The four legs of a big flower dog started to kick for no reason, as if running wildly in a dream. After a while, Hua

The dog suddenly stood up and without stopping, rushed towards the cave wall.

The flower dog stopped when it came to the stone wall.

He bent over sideways, raised his hind legs and scratched his head. After a moment, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and the floral robe next to him flew over and was automatically put on him.

This is the art of dressing.

It was decades ago that he asked other demons for advice.

"What is this?"

The Flower Taoist stood there, thinking for a moment, then shook his head, let it go, walked back to the bed, got into the remaining warmth, and continued to sleep.

On the right side of the red leaf view, the branches of a small tree swayed.

The trees are already full of branches and leaves, but under the branches and leaves, there are bunches of yellow and red delicate fruits, which are just in time to ripen.

The little junior sister was standing on the branch, not holding the branch with her hands, but able to stand steadily. She was holding a dustpan and carefully picking cherries.

The cherries are too soft and tender, so you have to be careful. Even if you pinch them with your hands, you don't dare to use force. They feel like they are trembling in your hands. You have to be gentle when putting them into the bamboo basket.

Another Taoist was standing under a tree, holding a basin of water in his left hand and holding his sword fingers together with his right hand, as if he was making spells and casting spells.

I saw the branches and leaves on the cherries swaying, and the invisible magic power caused the bright yellow and tender red cherries to fly down in a line and fall into the basin.

Each uses his own means and each shows his magical power.

A white fox as big as a cat was playing with a colorful raccoon, chasing them around in the wind.

The mountain wind was getting louder and louder.

The maple trees on Fengshan Mountain and the bamboo forest behind the Taoist temple all made rustling sounds from the cave.

Amidst the strong wind, there was a sudden thunder.

The two of them, one cat and one fox, turned to look at each other at the same time.

There is already a dark cloud in the distance.

As expected, a heavy rain followed, mixed with strong winds, which caused the fight between the white fox and the colorful raccoon to move from outside the Taoist temple to inside the Taoist temple.

Lin Jue had no choice but to sit cross-legged in the Banshan Hall, either meditating and practicing, thinking about and comprehending magic, or just holding a pot of cherries and eating while watching the rain outside.

The junior sister is not afraid of wind and rain, and sometimes dances with her sword in the rain.

Sometimes the two of them would discuss spiritual practice and magic.

For several days in a row, the sea pressed down and the bamboo branches lifted low, and the wind blew the mountain corners until it was dark and bright. When the heavy rain washed away the spring breeze and the sun came out again, it would be summer again.

Lin Jue also summoned the paper donkey again, took the fox with him, and wandered down the mountain back to the capital.

After entering the house, the courtyard wall is clean.

I don't know if it was washed away by the rain or because the two of them haven't written poetry recently.

When he walked into the courtyard, Wu Lingshi happened to be visiting. He was having a conversation with Fan Tianshi by the lake. Wu Lingshi had a folded piece of paper in his hand, and Fan Tianshi seemed a little dissatisfied.

Hearing the sound of the donkey's hooves stepping on the stone slab, they both looked over.

"! Fellow Daoist Lin is back?" Fan Tianshi said first, "Pindao happened to be talking about you to Wu Lingshi!"

"I have met Master Lin." Wu Lingshi saluted him.

"What are you—"

"Oh, it's like this. Summer started a few days ago, and there were thunders for several days. Many monsters and monsters appeared in the capital. Many people saw them, and they even appeared in people's homes. Many people were afraid. Juxian

Even the strange people in the mansion couldn't handle it. Therefore, the official came to ask for a letter from Fan Tianshi, so that he could use Fan Tianshi's name to invite several "gods" in the capital to help him deal with it.

"So that's it." Lin Jue said, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

"They are just little goblins and ghosts. They haven't caused much trouble, so why bother Master Lin to take action?" Wu Lingshi said respectfully.

"That's a bad statement. How can people's livelihood be trivial? What's more, even if I don't take action, my Fuyao is very capable and may not be weaker than those 'gods' commanded by fellow Taoist Fan."

The fox sat next to him with a solemn expression.

In fact, with its intelligence, it can already understand that if they get rid of the goblins and ghosts, they will get money. The Taoist priests will use this money to feed the ghosts and then spit out pills for them to eat.

That pill is delicious, and it can make you stronger after eating it.

"If we can't deal with it, I will definitely come and ask Master Lin and the fox fairies under him to take action." Wu Lingshi said.

"What are you going to do?" Fan Tianshi next to him spoke up and said to Lin Jue, "When you came in just now, fellow Taoist Lin, Pindao was still discussing with this official, complaining about fellow Taoist."

"oh?"

Lin Jue looked at him and then at Wu Lingshi.

"Last time Taoist Taoist brought peace to such a big thing for the capital. In addition to the many demons in Jingyun Temple, the Ministry of Rites even refused to exchange Taoist Taoist's silver medal for a gold medal!" Fan Tianshi said angrily.

After hearing this, Lin Jue realized that before he entered, Taoist Fan was arguing with Wu Lingshi about his own affairs.

At this time, Wu Lingshi showed a bitter expression: "How can a lower official take the initiative here?"

"Who is in charge?" Fan Tianshi asked.

"How does Xiaguan know? I only know that when Dr. Zhou informed Xiaguan about this matter, he said the reason was: Master Fan and Zhenren Lin did it together. The credit for eradicating Jingyun Guan Yao belongs to Master Fan, not Lin.

Lin Zhenren's silver medal cannot be exchanged for a gold medal." Wu Lingshi said for a moment, then quietly glanced at them, "The subordinates were also confused and tried to ask Dr. Zhou, but when it came to this matter,

Regarding the matter, Mr. Zhou stopped talking."

Upon hearing this, especially the second half of the sentence, Lin Jue and Fan Tianshi both looked at each other.

This sounds reasonable at first glance. In order to avoid trouble, Lin Jue put many things on Fan Tianshi's head, which was equivalent to letting him deal with the aftermath and using his reputation to cover up the trouble. But in the same way, the reputation and credit were also divided.

Fan Tianshi.

The consideration of the Ministry of Rites seems reasonable and reasonable.

However, if you think about it carefully, in today's turbulent times, it is not like the previous dynasty, and the value of Juxian Mansion has plummeted. How has the management of the Ministry of Rites ever been so strict?

If it was really so strict, then Master Fan would be fine. How could Nan Gong, who claimed to summon the gods to destroy the dead tiger king, and Pan Gong, who had just landed ashore, get the gold medal?

What's more, this matter was originally handed over to Lin Jue by the Ministry of Rites, and it was Lin Jue's next step. Even if Fan Tianshi had the credit, it was Lin Jue who "asked" Fan Tianshi to help, so how could it not be regarded as his credit?

Plus Wu Lingshi’s last sentence—

Obviously the decision on this matter came from a higher level, and even Dr. Zhou did not dare to speak out.

Lin Jue knew it.

Apart from the Taoist priests of Jingyun Temple, settling this matter by myself is equivalent to killing some people's alchemy masters, ending their dreams of youth, immortality, and having a son. Because of this matter, I am justified, and witnesses

The physical evidence is all complete, and Fan Tianshi endorses it to protect the wind. It is difficult for them to come to find him, so they also set up some obstacles for him.

But it was his own negligence that gave them an excuse.

"Wu Lingshi doesn't need to feel so guilty. It's probably because his contribution is not enough and he is not worthy of this gold medal." Lin Jue said calmly, "If anything happens in the capital from now on, Wu Lingshi please come to me."

"Yes yes yes."

Wu Lingshi still had official duties and left soon.

Lin Jue watched him leave, feeling calm in his heart.

I am not at a loss either. The Taoist priests of Yijing Yunguan are special after all. This time I and Luo Gong went to fight with them. They not only gained peace of mind, but also gained money, treasures and spells. It was a very fruitful harvest.

Since the harvest is extremely abundant, it is not easy to be too demanding.

Of course, you have to enter the Zangzhen Pavilion, and you also have to find the Great Yin and Yang Dharma.

This time it was his negligence, so he admitted it! If he followed the normal process, why would he worry about not getting a gold medal? But if they continued to block it, no wonder he went in to look for it himself.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fan."

Lin Jue and Fan Tianshi bowed and returned to the small courtyard.
To be continued...