The qionghua in Qionghua Temple has a long history and there are many legends.

Some say that fairies planted seeds from heaven, some say that fairies planted them with white jade, and some say that they grew out of the cranes to repay their kindness.

Anyway, this flower has no chance to be with the emperor.

Emperor Yang of Sui went to Jiangnan that day to see the jade flowers. The jade flowers were noble and unwilling to be defiled by the tyrant, so they withered before Emperor Yang arrived.

Later, in the Li Tang and Zhao Song, many emperors wanted to transplant the jade flowers in the Qionghua Temple, but they were not able to plant them alive.

"It's really strange to bloom this time." Li Yiqing led Qian Yiqun to Qionghua Garden, explaining as he walked: "Not only is the flowering period weird, but even the flower seeds have changed."

"Well? Is that still Qionghua?" Qian Yiqun was surprised.

"Speaking of this time, the real Qionghua tweed blooms." Li Yiqing stayed in Qionghua Temple for three years, knowing allusions, and now shows off, "There are actually two kinds of Qionghua in the temple. One is Qionghua, with nine small flowers on the outside and four petals in the middle. The other is the Gathering of Eight Immortals, with eight small flowers on the outside and five petals in the middle. People don't know the difference, so they are confused. In fact, Qionghua is yang on the outside and yin on the inside, so it is a male flower and does not make children. Gathering of Eight Immortals is ** inner yang on the outside and female flower, which can make children."

"So that's how it is." Qian Yiqun felt deeply that Li Yiqing's rich knowledge of miscellaneous knowledge, and he did not expect that a flower would have such a deep emphasis.

"What else," Li Yiqing said in a burst of excitement, "After the Eight Immortals' Flowers are defeated, the petals are all over the ground. The jade flowers are transformed into wind and will not fall to the ground."

"Then you say that the real Qionghua bloomed this time..."

"Nature is different from the Qionghua." Li Yiqing glanced at the lunar calendar and saw pilgrims around him listening from a distance. He was proud and slowed down and said, "Fine classics, the Qionghua is made of white jade, so it is not only nine on the outside and four on the inside, but also has a warm color and a condensed shape. Anyway, it is the first time I have seen Qionghua as described in the book for three years, so it is said that it is the Qionghua."

"That's just a metaphor..." Qian Yiqun didn't believe it.

Li Yiqing didn't explain, just pointed at him from afar.

There is an octagonal jade flower platform in front of it, with a jade flower tree growing in it, and a jade flower blooming like a jade carving in the half-green leaves.

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but be surprised. He actually had a jade flower like a jade carving. Looking closely, the jade flower was indeed as delicate as a plant, but more like a handicraft. If it weren't for the obstruction of the Qionghua platform, he could not help but want to reach out to touch it to see if it was a real flower or a jade carving.

There were many believers and pilgrims around him who were enjoying the flowers, and no one dared to touch the rather supernatural Qionghua. Some even put kneeling mats in front of the Qionghua platform and burned incense to worship it.

Qian Yiqun could not bear the bad fragrance of this wood ash, so he took two steps back slightly.

Li Yiqing stood in front, staring at Qionghua in a daze.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: It seems that this fellow Taoist is really a eccentric flower, and he never gets tired of watching this flower every day.

This jade flower is indeed rare, and it is just a flower after all. Although Qian Yiqun is an expired "talented man", he is hard to have a trace of poetic meaning at this time. He stepped forward and said to Li Yiqing, "I'll leave first." Li Yiqing was ignorant, shook his head, and was intoxicated in his own world.

Qian Yiqun curled his lips: This is a damn need to strengthen the wool! A waste of time!

Li Yiqing, who was still intoxicated, left behind, Qian Yiqun returned to the Yuhuang Pavilion, found the owner to record the license plate, received the stationery utensils and scriptures, bathed in the hands and burned incense, and began to copy the scriptures. Because he was not in the evening, he almost copied it until the silence of the evening.

The head of the Sutra Library came down and saw Qian Yiqun still copying scriptures freely. He walked up and stood behind him for a moment to read. He was surprised. He thought to himself: This young Taoist actually had such perseverance to copy books for a day. Seeing that his handwriting was not written too much, his spirit was distracted. Then he counted the paper silently, and there was no piece of it was ruined, which showed his concentration.

Qian Yiqun had long felt that the Pavilion Master of the Sutra Pavilion was standing behind him. He did not stop breathing until he finished copying the last sentence, and looked up and greeted him. After he finished writing, he said, "Master Master of the Pavilion Master is merciful."

"It's dark, it's time to go back." The Pavilion Master said lightly, "What's your surname?"

Seeing that the Taoist's eyes were clear and his behavior was quite majestic, Qian Yiqun said honestly: "Walking in the small path, many people have offended, and dare not let people know their true name, so as not to implicate their family."

"At your age, practice is OK." The Pavilion Master asked in confusion, "How come he still gets into grudges and troubles?"

Qian Yiqun was stunned for a moment and said to himself: "The Taoist Master has taken a look away. The Taoist is impulsive and often acts recklessly without considering the consequences. Copying scriptures is just a habit developed by following the master's practice."

The Pavilion Master nodded slightly and thought to himself: He is honest.

Qian Yiqun asked, "The surname of the Lord is immortal?"

"The common surname is Zhang." said the Lord Zhang, "Carry it quickly and I'll lock the door."

"Is there no one on the palace?" Qian Yiqun Yiqian. There is the "Daozang" given by the emperor in the Jade Emperor Pavilion. If you don't send someone to protect such a precious thing?

"Your fairy grass is a kind of arsenic for human beings." Zhang Pavilion Master said lightly, "The things you value are regarded as grass mustard by others. Are some useless books worth watching day and night?"

Qian Yiqun smiled awkwardly, packed up his things and walked out.

Pavilion Master Zhang fell behind and stayed behind to lock the door with iron chains and copper locks. When Qian Yiqun turned around, he seemed to see him throwing something into the pavilion. His curiosity flashed through his heart, but he didn't think deeply.

Qionghua Temple is a grand view, and the single room where the Taoist lives is divided into three buildings. Qian Yiqun lives with a group of scholars, and separated from Master Zhang from the middle of the journey. He returned to the alchemy room, arranged the cushion, pulled open the drawer, and saw sandalwood and turtle jars inside. He thought that the grand view was unique in the end.

Qian Yiqun Ranxiang sat quietly, and in a trance, it seemed that someone was watching him. Although he knew that he was the only one in the single room, the feeling of being peeped at was still very strong. He restrained his spiritual sense, left the quiet state, and looked around the single room. A bed, a table, a chair, and a cushion. That's all, it's only three feet square, so where can he hide his subordinates?

——Probably because I was unstable.

Qian Yiqun slightly stretched his muscles and bones and sat down again. This time he recited the "Sutra of Purity and Quietness" silently, and then repeated the Vajra Bead Mantra in his heart, and then he calmed down for a night.

The next day, I had morning class and after the vegetarian hall, Qian Yiqun still went to the Yuhuang Pavilion to copy scriptures, thus forming a routine.

People drink Laba porridge from the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the New Year, but it will take until the fifth day of the first lunar month to be considered as the New Year. Officials even have to celebrate the second day of the twelfth lunar month to raise their heads before the New Year is considered as the New Year.

Because of the Chinese New Year, Qionghua Temple became more and more busy. First, there were many believers coming to burn incense and fulfill their vows. The Taoist priests in each hall were too busy and had to draw people to help. Secondly, at the end of the year, there were frequent mundane affairs. Taoists wanted to write thank-you letters to the financial owners in the city so that they could continue to give incense, candles, oil and wax in the coming year.

Qian Yiqun's calligraphy was already registered in the audience, so he was taken to this job, took the list of people who were given to him, and wrote some clichés according to the format of previous years. Fortunately, he was quick to write and killed most of them in about half a day. However, he didn't hand over the task, so that he would not leave any more things behind.

Master Zhang has become familiar with him these days. Although the two of them didn't talk much, they had some tacit understanding between each other. There was no need to say much when they went to borrow books, so the master naturally knew which volume to give.

In this way, when the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month is approaching, Qian Yiqun can no longer be lazy.

Because the 22nd day is the Christmas of King Zu of Chongyang, he is known as a disciple of Quanzhen, so of course he has to hold a ceremony with other Quanzhen monks in Guan. The next day, the 23rd day is to worship the kitchen and celebrate the New Year. The 24th day is to clean up, and the 25th day is to pick up the car - this is the day when the Jade Emperor patrols the sky.

The official family’s New Year holiday starts from the 24th day of the 12th lunar month and ends until the 20th day of the first lunar month. Therefore, after receiving the Jade Emperor’s sage, he had to accept the drivers of these officials.

Chen Jianyuan is well-informed and has arranged the exchanges properly. Although people are just a wave of people, they can come and return with great pleasure, adding a lot of contribution to the income of Guanli.

Among them are naturally Yangzhou Prefecture Zun and Zheng Yuanxun.

When they came, Qian Yiqun could not hide in the Jade Emperor Pavilion to copy books.

"... He followed the woman straight into the woods, but suddenly disappeared! When he returned home, he felt mentally distressed, his expression was depressed, and he fell ill after a while!"

Qian Yiqun entered Wushuang Pavilion and happened to hear Zheng Yuanxun talking about strange folk talks. Wuquan Gong was naturally also sitting there. After listening to the beard, he looked very serious.

"It's too late to come, so please forgive me for your sins." Qian Yiqun stepped forward to see him and found a seat to sit down.

"The Taoist priest didn't look at the garden, but did he know that something big happened in Yangcheng?" Zheng Yuanxun said urgently. Without waiting for Qian Yiqun to speak, he said again: "Many young men from other families have encountered monsters to replenish their energy, and their vitality has been severely damaged. The ginseng in the medicine shop in the city is out of stock."

"Brother Shaoyuan is okay?" Qian Yiqun said casually.

Everyone laughed loudly when they heard this, and only made Zheng Yuanxun laughed in anger: "The Taoist priest in my family has been stationed in Xi, and ordinary monsters dare not come." He said to Chen Jianyuan and Qian Yiqun seriously: "Two Taoist priests, do monks ignore this matter?"

Chen Jianyuan smiled and said, "These scholars in Yangcheng Dagui, during which Chinese New Year is not a day, and the wine and color are endless."

"This year is different!" Zheng Yuanxun wanted to say something, and suddenly heard a thunder sound in the distance.

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was high and the clouds were faint. Where were there thunder and clouds?

"Look! A bolt from the blue! It turns out that there is a monster, God wants to accept it!" Zheng Yuanxun was quite inspired.

Everyone present also looked at it seriously and thought to themselves: Could it be that there is really a monster!

"It's Jade Emperor Pavilion." Qian Yiqun left his seat, and his feet were very fast.

He was making a living by relying on a thunder in his palm. At this moment, he felt a little strange when he heard the thunder, not like the thunder of nature. After careful analysis, the thunder was actually from the Jade Emperor Pavilion. He walked like flying and headed into the pavilion.

It was the time when the pilgrims were the most in the morning. There were many tourists near the Jade Emperor Pavilion. When they heard the thunder and thunder, they went to see it, and immediately surrounded the Jade Emperor Pavilion.

When Qian Yiqun arrived, he saw that the cabinet door was closed, and there were three floors inside and outside, and he couldn't squeeze in!
Chapter completed!