Chapter 2: Story of the Monument

At sunset, the dusk light shines on the lonely boat by the river, dyeing the crystal clear ice sculptures golden.

Shangguan Lingye sorted out the file, got up and went to the window, and after a while, Jiang Feng blew for a while, he swept many trivial matters out of his mind and breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the window is the green river and red sun, and you can hear the sound of the sky tits in the sky. The scenery cannot be said to be unique, but it is quiet enough and it is indeed a good place to relax.

Shangguan Lingye looked down, raised his finger and gently hooked it, changing the gorgeous phoenix skirt on his body to the robe skirt that ladies in the world like to wear.

However, after a brief look, I felt that I was in my 100-year-old and was dressed so tenderly. I turned into an apricot yellow summer skirt, embellished with a flower hairpin, which looked elegant and generous. I was paired with a little maid. I am afraid no one would believe it when he said he was a wealthy wife who was out for fun nearby.

After packing up his outfit, Shangguan Lingye walked out of the cabin, but saw the dumplings that did not spit out the skin of the watermelon. He lay on the ice sculpture's head with his back on his back. The river breeze blew with white fluff, and he looked very sleeping.

Shangguan Lingye held the hem of the skirt and made a move to leave gently. Unexpectedly, Tuanzi was not ordinary alert, so he quickly looked up at her:

"grumble?"

"Let's go, take you out for a walk."

"Ji~"

The dumpling quickly flipped up and landed on Shangguan Lingye's shoulder, and began to chat, meaning that it was reminding Shangguan Lingye that the sun was about to set, so should we have supper?

Shangguan Lingye naturally understood the meaning, took out the dried fish, fed the dumplings, and looked around with interest.

When he was young, Shangguan Lingye turned a blind eye to the outside world and focused on practicing. Although he had been to all the nine major sects, he was all in a hurry, with his eyes higher than the top. Not to mention small places like Xiangyang City, he was not even interested in taking a look at the attractions of various major sects.

Later, I was trapped in everything I had nowhere to do, so I started to read idle books and learn about things that had nothing to do with my practice.

The reason why I stayed near Xiangyang City is because Shangguan Lingye was quite impressed by this place.

The rumor of "Meishan Rhyme" has been around for a long time. In order to attract surrenders to come and enjoy the scenery, the sects responsible for maintaining this place have sent people to promote it everywhere all year round. Any monk who has used the Moon in the Water has basically heard of it.

If there was only a stele forest remaining, with the ink treasures left by ancient sages, it would not have attracted the attention of ancient Lingye.

The strange thing is that the stone tablets are real, but there is no exact record of this place in the Iron Clan Mansion; the master did not have the chance to ask, so he could only ask the old people in the sect, but those people did not know the reason, and only said that it might be the sect's residence before the Battle of the Stealing Dan Destruction.

After the Battle of Stealing the Dan, Yuyaozhou was interrupted, and there were no less than a thousand sects left. Many ancient sects were indeed forgotten by the world.

However, there are inscriptions by the founding elders and even ancestors of the nine sects of Meishan. Even if this kind of place is just an ordinary small pond, some statements should be passed down, but there is no statement in the facts and no one knows the source.

This situation may only be because someone artificially deleted a piece of history for some unknown reasons.

Shangguan Lingye doesn't have to guess who he can have such skills. He has no idea who he is, except for the three elders of the nine sects, including her master. But what this move is to hide is really hard to figure out.

Now that she came to this place, Shangguan Lingye, driven by curiosity, naturally wanted to find some clues; it's a pity that Xiangyang City has long become a secular city over the past few thousand years. There must have been many people who came to search for it like her before, and the strange things that could be discovered should have been discovered long ago, and no one was found along the way.

Shangguan Lingye was walking leisurely on the stone path in the mountains, his steps seemed slow and fast. In just a moment, he walked past the painted walls and many stone tablets.

I have heard of the inscription for a long time, but nothing surprising. Shangguan Lingye gradually lost interest. He wanted to call Zuo Lingquan back to continue his journey, but was attracted by the words of the monk who turned back from the front:

"Where is the naughty green from? Jiugongshan dares to provoke him..."

"Damn, go quickly, be careful to make you slut..."

The person who spoke was a pair of Taoist couples from the early stage of Ling Valley, and they soon walked past them.

Shangguan Lingye was a little confused when he heard the sound. Jiugongshan was the sect responsible for managing Meishan. In terms of status, it was the lower sect of Fulongshan. However, the main financial path of the sect was to collect tickets in Meishan. It is easy to imagine how big the scale can be developed.

However, just like Qihuang Valley, even the poorest sect is still the lower sect. As long as you rely on the Nine Sects, you can shake people to the Eight Lords. Ordinary monks dare not provoke them at all. This kind of situation of causing trouble in other people's territory is not often encountered.

Shangguan Lingye walked forward with the idea of ​​watching the fun, and came to the foot of Meishan. Unexpectedly, he saw a young man in a black robe standing in front of the wooden building with a sword in one hand, with blood dripping from the sword tip.

Four or five monks in sect uniforms stood down from the wooden building. There was another one lying on the ground in front of them, covering their blood-seeking throats, and a broken arm fell not far away...

"grumble?"

Earlier.

After brief communication between Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan, they took two pages of talismans and came to the crowd outside the wooden building to watch.

The wooden building is built at the entrance of the stone road up the mountain. In front of it is a small flat ground with a stone tablet that has not been engraved yet; the disciples of Jiugongshan wearing brown Taoist robe stood beside him and many monks watched in front of the wooden building.

There was a table under the eaves of the wooden building, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it. At this time, three young monks were gathering in front of the table, sucking the gods' money from their arms. Behind the table was a smiling middle-aged monk, waiting eagerly.

Thousands of white jade beads are not considered small in Zuo Lingquan. The monks who were preparing to engrave the monument were at most fifteen or sixteen, two men and one woman, and were children of the sects, but judging from their expressions, they were definitely not very rich, and the three of them gathered money together.

The girl among them wanted to dissuade her, but the middle-aged monk said "Little Fairy, Young Man" at once, and she couldn't speak at all. The disciples in the Qing Dynasty, who were in the lead, probably hadn't been deeply involved in the world and were a little boasted.

Zuo Lingquan had suffered losses before. He spent ten taels of silver to buy a little beetle that could not be starved as a memory. He felt that it was not harmful to be slaughtered once. Although these three young people suffered a bit of a loss, it was better than spending their lives in the future.

Wu Qingwan stood beside her, and there was no intention of going up to dissuade her, but just shook her head secretly.

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to wait for the three young people to be slaughtered and find an opportunity to secretly stuff the talisman into their clothes, but after watching it for a long time, he saw that the three people had not collected enough 1,000 white jade beads. After counting three purses, there were only more than 700.

The monks watching the fun burst into laughter when they saw this; the expressions of the middle-aged monks behind the table also changed a little.

The girl among the three said with a look at this: "There is not enough money, so let's forget it, come again next time."

The other two companions also had this intention, so they wanted to put away their wallets.

But the people in Jiugongshan are doing a one-time business here, and they may not have to wait for a sucker to come to the door for a few days. A stone and the handmade fee for engraving are worth less than one tael of silver. If you exchange it for seven hundred white jade beads, it is useless to make a fortune. How can you let people go?

The middle-aged monk behind the table sighed when he saw this:

"I have asked the teacher to take good care of Feng Shui and are waiting for the stone tablet to land. Isn't it a pity for me to say no?"

The girl was embarrassed: "We don't have enough money, come here next time..."

The middle-aged monk's expression condensed: "Several friends came here to ask. I have been talking here for a long time, and the things and people are ready, but I waited for a sentence of 'come next time'. Is this a joke about my Nine Palaces?"

This tone became more intense. The three young disciples were not well experienced in the world, and the sects behind them were far inferior to those of the nine sects. They quickly shook their heads and explained:

"No, the Taoist priest misunderstood..."

The middle-aged monk waved his hand and looked like an adult:

"Forget it, I don't care about you when you are young. I will inform the teacher later. I will report to the teacher. Seven hundred white jade beads, and you will add another magic weapon, and this monument will be engraved by you..."

These words were hard first and then soft, and the standard was to suppress others with power. The time was very old and he obviously did a lot of similar things. The faces of the three young disciples changed slightly, and they didn't dare to speak at this time if they wanted to agree.

If you are not very experienced in the world, you are deceived by the lustful businessman, and you are willing to beat the other and be beaten. If you go to ask about it, you are meddling in other people's business; but if you fail to make a business, you will rely on your background to suppress others, and your nature will change. What's more, your appearance is so ugly, and you will be beaten to death on the spot in the fairy market.

The monks watching frowned when they saw this, but the Jiugong Temple was near Xiangyang City, and they could not afford to offend the lower sect of Fulong Mountain, so they could only shake their heads secretly.

Seeing this, Wu Qingwan frowned, looked at Zuo Lingquan and asked what to do.

Zuo Lingquan simply walked out of the crowd, came to the front of the wooden building, and spoke:

"Since the staff is ready and the money of a few fellow Taoists is not enough, I won't let this monument be given to me, so I can save myself from waiting."

As soon as this said, everyone focused their eyes. The three young monks were slightly happy and nodded quickly.

But when the middle-aged monk saw that there was another fat sheep, why should I put one of them if I could eat them all, he quickly smiled and said:

"Young hero, don't worry, the people below are quick and easy, no one needs to delay. Third brother, take this young hero to pick the stone tablet..."

Zuo Lingquan came to the three of them, pointed at the hilt of the sword with the stele placed next to it to prepare for engraving:

"I'm short of time, so I want this. If I don't have it, forget it."

“…”

The middle-aged monk frowned, feeling that this handsome young swordsman was deliberately making trouble. But after seeing Zuo Lingquan lifting ten gold wisps from his sleeve and putting them on the table, his face suddenly smiled like a flower, and he quickly picked up the pen:

"No problem, what words do the guest officer want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan held the sword and looked around the mountains, and looked at it a little:

"I don't insert it on the mountain, just insert it here, is it OK?"

The middle-aged monk thought for a while: "It's OK, but it's not in accordance with the rules to insert it here. I have to inform the teacher. The price may be increased... well... a thousand pieces."

"no problem."

Zuo Lingquan nodded happily, took out another ten gold wisps and put them on the table.

The onlookers were a little shocked when they saw this scene, thinking that this young swordsman was either too expensive or had a lot of brains.

The middle-aged monk was a little regretful when he saw Zuo Lingquan agreeing so simply, but at this time, the price increase is likely to offend the customers. He can think about other ways to make money later. He said angrily:

"The young hero is a happy person. Xiaodao must arrange for you to be satisfied. What words do you want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan brewed a little:

"Well... I don't have many words, just engrave the eight words "Forced to buy and sell, and all the children and the elderly are bullied"?"?!

As soon as the words fell, the monks around him were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, but when they noticed that the place was wrong, they quickly stopped laughing, and their eyes were shocked.

The three young disciples were also incredible. The girl among them wanted to speak out, but it was obviously too late at this time.

The middle-aged monk's smile froze and instantly sank. He slapped his pen on the table, making a crisp sound of "bang":

"Boy, what do you mean? Don't take my Jiugongshan seriously?"
Chapter completed!