Wang Shouzhong waved his hand and asked someone to carry Long Xuanzi down. He invited Qian Yiqun to sit down and pour wine himself to ask for advice on this spiritual and spiritual matter.

"I will do a ritual for you and replenish the roots. If you do more good deeds from medical and medicine in the future, you will naturally be raised." Qian Yiqun said in his heart: There are too many places to use money at home, so you must borrow some from you.

Wang Shouzhong had experience this time and asked, "Dare you ask the real person, what kind of ritual is it? What materials should I prepare?"

Qian Yiqun was about to speak, but laughter came from outside.

An old and steady voice sang: "Although the beauty is good, the three treasures of energy and spirit have been stolen by wild foxes. The eyebrows are frowning, the waist is sloping, and the makeup is swept away, making you withered. A dark hair is a flowering arrow, shooting heroes, falling down. The disease is entangled, and I go to seek medical treatment and pray. The art of room misleads a lot of people. This trouble is to be asked by oneself. If you fill in essence and brain, you should start early. You can fold your heart and visit the immortals and learn not to grow old."

"Two nephews! After quitting women, their wisdom and spiritual light appeared, but they believed in the affairs of the world?" An old man stepped out from outside, with silver silk on his head, a scarf on his face, and agile steps. He was indeed a lucky treasure among his personalities and a god in his life.

Wang Shouzhen and Wang Shouzhong brothers, heard this and got off the seat and went out to greet them. The two of them saluted side by side and praised: "Young man has seen Mei Gong."

When Qian Yiqun heard this, he thought to himself: It turns out that he is Chen Meigong, who begs for flowers and deer, Chen Jiru! He is indeed a good hermit. He is elegant in his late Ming Dynasty, so it is enough to see him alone.

"I come here uninvited, so please don't be surprised by your two nieces." Chen Jiru was famous for his reputation. The court repeatedly recruited him but refused to become an official. After all, he was still in the forest. His paintings were the same as Dong Qichang, but Dong Qichang used his official form. His paintings were so feminine that they were not as gentle as Chen Jiru's soft and strong.

Later generations called Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming, Dong Qichang and Chen Jiru the four great masters of the Ming Dynasty, which is by no means an exaggeration.

Chen Jiru stepped in, glanced at the people present, nodded slightly to the etiquette of everyone. When he walked to the door just now, he saw the Wang brothers holding a large banquet and there were girls in the song accompanying him, and he was unhappy. When he heard Qian Yiqun say "doing rituals and doing good deeds", he disagreed, so he sang the "Song of Avoiding Sex" he made and pointed at the younger generation.

Wang Shouzhen asked someone to add a seat to Chen Jiru and said with a smile: "My husband is willing to come, which is the blessing of the Han family, and it can be said that the beauty is shining!"

Chen Jiru smiled slightly and said, "It's also a fate. When you meet white mustard seeds on the road, you'll join in the fun."

A pretty boy walked out from behind Chen Jiru, wearing a Confucian uniform and a square scarf on his head, but an ancient sword was worn around his waist. He saluted Wang Shouzhen's brothers and said, "I saw Mei Gong walking at night, so I dragged him over. Please forgive me."

"My good deeds from Mustard Seed! I should enjoy a jar of wine!" Wang Shouzhong laughed.

"It seems that he is still guilty." Chen Jiru was over seventy years old and was still teasing his younger generation, very cheerful.

It turned out that the chief on the right was left for the white mustard seed. He met Mr. Chen Mei on the way here and talked for a long time, but was still not satisfied, so he brought him over together.

Chen Meigong claimed to be a mountain man and never avoided the wild grassland. Bai Mujie was willing to attend Wang Shouzhong's banquet, so he naturally knew what kind of people he would meet. Only a fifteen-year-old child behind Chen Jiru, wrinkled his nose and was unhappy, sat on his own with white Mujie's move, and let someone clean up the table. When he looked at Qian Yiqun, he even showed a look of disgust.

Qian Yiqun didn't care about the little kid and said in his heart: If it weren't for the Taoist, you wouldn't even have a seat!

The three of them sat down, Chen Jiru looked at Qian Yiqun and said, "Where is this Taoist priest's fairy mountain?"

Qian Yiqun's heart moved and said, "I dare not hide it. I am practicing in Yinglong Cave, Cuiluan Mountain."

"Oh?" Chen Jiru was a great scholar who was well-versed in the past and the present. He collected thousands of books in his family. From the collection of classics, history, literature and unofficial history, he read all books and knew everything. He thought carefully in his mind, but there was no place in Cuiluan Mountain. He also remembered where the famous mountain was called "Cuilan Mountain".

"I dare to ask, where is this Cuiluan Mountain?" Chen Jiru asked out loud.

Qian Yiqun was just trying to take a casual outing, saying it was a common name in the local area, but he thought that Chen Jiru had no place to investigate. He was about to speak, but he was interrupted.

"The master is back!"

A maid came in and reported loudly, looking shocked.

Wang Shouzhen's heart trembled and said to himself: Fortunately, Mr. Mei is here today, so he can help me block the disaster!

He is about to set off for Beijing to take the exam. If his father Wang Xinyi knows that he is actually involved in such a miscellaneous meeting, he will definitely be furious. On the contrary, Wang Shouzhong looked unrestrained and greeted him gracefully.

Mr. Chen Mei also stood up and said, "Mr. Xuanzhu is back. How destined is today!"

At a moment, an old man with a handsome face walked into the hall and walked straight towards Chen Meigong, smiling and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier when Meigong is here?"

Mei Gong also smiled and replied, introducing the white mustard seeds to the fifteen-year-old boy.

Qian Yiqun heard the boy's name next to him, and he felt a little surprised and thought to himself: Today is a coincidence, and he is very destined to be. It turns out that this boy is Gu Meiniang's future husband, a famous traitor in the three dynasties of official career, and Gong Dingzi, one of the three great masters of Jiangzuo!

Unexpectedly, I was only fifteen years old this year.

Qian Yiqun looked at the cynical middle school boy, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Seeing a Taoist saluting him, Wang Xin smiled and said, "Today is just right. I also have a handsome man in Fang Wai and a hero from the Sect. I want to recommend him to you." After that, he led a monk from behind.

The monk was over thirty years old, with a square face and wide ears, and a strong body. He wore a black wool felt warm hat. Under the hat, his blue temples were exposed. He was obviously a monk with a flat head. He was wearing a big cloak, a green monk's robe, a pair of calfskin boots under his feet, and a string of 100,800 Bodhis in front of his chest. He went up and put his hands together and said to Chen Jiru: "The little monk's Dharma name is sincere. Chen Tanyue is famous all over the world, and it is a blessing for the little monk to see him if he is destined to see him." As he spoke, he had a northern accent.

"Zhengwen Master has been wandering around the north for many years and knows very well about the matter outside the pass." Wang Xinyi smiled and said, "I met him when I was in the middle of the capital. I never thought that I would meet him again in Hangzhou, so I invited him to my house and happened to meet Mei Gong."

Wang Xin was unhappy when he saw the chaos in the hall. Because he had just been a little happy, he would not pursue the troubles of his two sons. He wanted to have a banquet with Chen Jiru, so he asked the two sons to take the guests to Furong Pavilion. The monk glanced at the audience, but said, "I have been out of the river for a long time and I am just trying to meet the people in Jiangnan. Why not discuss the same thing?"

Wang Xin believed in Buddhism and said to give face to the monk: "So you can reorder your seats in this way."

After the seats were re-arranged, Wang Xinyi and Chen Meigong sat as the chairman, and their two sons were the host, but they invited the monk to be the guest guest. Wen Guangzu occupied Wen Zhenmeng's light, got the monk's lower head, but pushed it to Qian Yiqun, and he had another seat. White mustard seeds and Gong Dingzi each entered the guest seat. Many people knew that their status was low and did not dare to enter the seat, so they surrendered one after another, and the Wang family naturally would not try to keep them.

The monk also brought two followers, both of whom were nearly half a foot tall and fierce. The two of them shaved their heads and wore hats, and did not take them off even after entering the house.

Seeing someone looking at his followers, Master Chengwen smiled and said, "The place is uneasy, and you can't defeat the demons without being angry. These two people are born deaf and mute. They only act according to my gestures. Don't worry about them."

Wang Xin nodded and said, "Then please ask them to have a meal in the side hall."

The two of them were indeed unmoved.

Chengwen's monk gesture for a moment, and the two of them made a sound in their throats. A few words, but they still refused to leave.

"Forget it, they won't let them go." Master Chengwen turned around and said.

Wang Xinyi praised: "A true loyal man, please sit down." The slave moved two drum stools, and they sat down just now, still carrying the iron Zen stick more than ten feet long in his hand.

Qian Yiqun always felt that the two followers had a strong evil spirit and could not help but pay attention. When he looked over, the tall and stout monk immediately looked back, his eyes as if they were real. Qian Yiqun frowned, and only felt the golden scale basket on his waist tremble slightly. He reached in, but it was a warning issued by the Ghost-Seeking Si Nan.

Qian Yiqun withdrew his gaze and heard Wang Xinyi asking Master Chengwen about the "Naru Shu Theory" and talking about topics such as "the origin of the middle way" and "the empty nature of the false name". Everyone around him didn't know if he could understand it, and all nodded according to Master Chengwen's speech.

He happened to secretly take out the ghost hunting Sinan and put it under the table to open the view. Sure enough, the landscape map became the decoration of this hall, with seven or eight red dots piled up behind him, and they were the two accompanying monks.

Qian Yiqun was shocked and said to himself: Since I came into contact with Xuanmen, I have only seen and known as Wei Xiuniang, a real ghost. What are the ways of these two monks? How could they gather so many ghosts? Aren’t Buddhism both masculine? Is there a method of raising ghosts?

He lowered his head and thought, but couldn't figure it out. In the idea that it was better to have less than more things, he put away the ghost hunting Sinan, intending to find an excuse to go out and get out of the business in time.

"Just talking about Buddhism, this Taoist priest is about to fall asleep." Gong Dingzi suddenly had a childish voice, and his tone was not good at Taoism.

This is Xun Yu's strategy to drive away tigers and swallow wolves by Cao Cao!

He was dissatisfied when he saw Qian Yiqun sitting in the guest seat. Now it was the monk's turn to sit in the guest seat, and he was even more angry. He thought that he could write poems at the age of three and seven, and could start writing and making art at the age of twelve. He was known as a child prodigy. Wherever he went, he was not the focus of everyone? At this moment, he became an unattractive guest accompanying the guest seat!

Qian Yiqun wondered: Brother, what happened to me today? Could it be that he had a halo of ridicule? Why do everyone have to pinch me? You little brat really need training! Just fifteen years later, your baby is like a urinating, so he should be grabbed and beaten with his butt!

"I dare to ask what scriptures the Taoist master has been treating?" Monk Chengwen also felt that he had said too much, so he turned to ask Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun smiled slightly: "The Taoist is vulgar. I have read several classics but I dare not speak of it."
Chapter completed!