The stall owner said that the century-old tortoise shell was his family heirloom, but Fang Yuan definitely didn't believe it. After all, if it was really a family heirloom, the stall owner wouldn't be able to use it as a stool and squat on it every day.

So Fang Yuan ignored the stall owner's bragging and focused on looking at the tortoise shell in front of him. Perhaps due to frequent friction, the edges of the tortoise shell had been worn away, leaving only a relatively thick layer of armor covering, which was quite substantial.

On the surface of the tortoise shell, there are light nail lines, the patina is smooth, and there is also some floating luster.

"Things look good..." Xiong Mao also came over to watch. After studying for a moment, he shook his head gently: "But it's a pity."

Fang Yuan understood what Xiong Mao meant. Judging from the texture and condition of the tortoise shell, he knew that the tortoise shell must be quite old. However, the fact that a tortoise shell that is so old has no aura and has metamorphosed into a magic weapon is enough to prove that it is not a magic weapon.

How nice.

"It's a pity." After Fang Yuan nodded lightly, he returned the tortoise shell to the stall owner, and then said with a smile: "Boss, the tortoise shell is not bad, please keep it well and don't waste it by sitting on it all day long."

"You think I'm wasting the stuff, so you can buy it back." The stall owner took the opportunity to say, "The stuff isn't expensive, it only costs one thousand, one thousand yuan, you can take it."

Fang Yuan smiled and stood up directly. This was a sign that he was leaving.

Seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly said: "Eight hundred, only eight hundred. This is an old tortoise shell. It is very collectible. Even if you take it back to make soup...ahem, or use it as a Chinese medicinal material, it won't be a loss."

"Boss Xiong, it's almost time, it's time to go." Fang Yuan greeted, turning a deaf ear to the stall owner's encouragement.

"Five hundred, five hundred is enough." The stall owner was unwilling to give in and continued: "Five hundred is the bottom line, it can't be less. This is my ancestral item and it is very commemorative."

"Then you can stay and commemorate it slowly." Xiong Mao said with a smile, and stood up and left with Fang Yuan.

Seeing this, the stall owner threw the tortoise shell down with a clang, then sat down, grinding the tortoise shell loudly to vent his frustration. Naturally, he was unhappy if the business failed...

At this time, Fang Yuan and Xiong Mao had no time to pay attention to what the stall owner was thinking. They walked briskly to the neighborhood to meet up with Gu Yue and the others. After counting the time, it was almost time to go back to the small temple for dinner. However, as they approached, the two

People saw the young Taoist priest eagerly staying next to Zhang Yaoyun looking for a topic, and completely ignored the helpless look on Zhang Yaoyun's face.

After all, layman Gu Yue is an expert in the world, and it is difficult to get involved in such things. There is nothing he can do to help. So when seeing the two approaching, Zhang Yaoyun seemed to have seen a savior, and hurriedly greeted them with a smile: "Boss Xiong, Master Fang, harvest

How about it?"

"It's okay." Xiong Mao chuckled, then reached out and handed something over: "Miss Yaoyun, this is a gift for you, see if you like it."

Zhang Yaoyun was startled for a moment, then understood a little, smiled happily, and accepted the gift smoothly.

"Thank you, Boss Xiong." Zhang Yaoyun played with the gift. It was a small bracelet, probably made of very ordinary stone beads. It also had a small and exquisite peach core engraved with the image of the Supreme Laojun as a pendant.

Zhang Yaoyun happily put on the bracelet. The originally cheap bracelet, with her fair and jade-like, shining slender hands, seemed to have a bit more nobility, giving people a very high-end feeling.

This situation is just like if an ordinary person wears a famous watch, everyone will doubt whether the watch is a knockoff. But if a rich man casually wears a fake watch, everyone will subconsciously think that the watch may be some kind of antique.

Zhenxi, I don’t know Mount Tai, and I don’t understand the origin of it...

All in all, seeing Zhang Yaoyun's smiling face as she admired the bracelet, the young Taoist priest became jealous, with fire in his eyes, and he glared at Xiong Mao fiercely, wishing he could burn the fat man to death.

Xiong Mao had never seen big winds and waves, so he was naturally not afraid of the threat from the young Taoist priest's gaze. On the contrary, he made matters worse and said with a smile: "Miss Yaoyun, don't disturb Taoist Zhu from receiving the pilgrims. Let's go back. We are tired from walking on the mountain and hungry.

I guess Mr. Zhang has prepared a tea banquet and is waiting for us."

"Boss Xiong is right." Zhang Yaoyun was convinced, and smiled sweetly: "Then go back, see you, Taoist Master Zhu."

"Hey..." The young Taoist stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Yaoyun, but saw that Zhang Yaoyun had already walked away. He wanted to catch up with her, but he also knew that there would be no good results. At the moment, he had no choice but to return to Taihe Palace dejectedly.

After walking quickly and making sure that the young Taoist priest had not caught up, Zhang Yaoyun slowed down and waited for others to catch up. Then she showed a sweet smile and thanked her again: "Boss Xiong, thank you for helping me out."

"It's a trivial matter, with a little effort." Xiong Mao said cheerfully: "But that Taoist Zhu must hate me to death. He probably doesn't have any big background, otherwise I will suffer."

"Don't worry, Boss Xiong. If he really has any background, he won't go up the mountain to become a Taoist priest." Zhang Yaoyun smiled, and then hesitated: "But his master seems to have a very high status in Wudang..."

"Who is his master?" layman Gu Yue asked curiously, "Maybe I know him too."

"You should know him, layman." Zhang Yaoyun smiled and said, "That's Taoist Yaoye."

"It turns out it's him." Master Gu Yue suddenly said: "I do know him, and we have interacted with him several times."

Xiong Mao asked quickly: "Who is that Taoist priest Shaking Ye?"

"A very Taoist priest." Guyue said with a smile: "Boss Xiong, don't worry, Taoist Master Yaoye is superb in Taoism and is very cultivated. He will never embarrass you because of such a trivial matter."

"Haha, I'm not worried." Xiong Mao said with a smile: "Anyway, I won't be hanging out in Wudang Mountain. I will go back directly after Zhenwu's birthday is over and I finish other things..."

"No matter how powerful Taoist Yaoye is, he can't chase me to Quanzhou to teach me a lesson." Xiong Mao said confidently: "It really can't be done, aren't there lay people like you and Master Fang? You two will never just look at me.

Unlucky?"

"Of course I... will!" Fang Yuan said lightly, feeling guilty.

"I will definitely do the same." Master Gu Yue said with a smile: "We are both members of the Taoist sect. If he wants to cause trouble for you, I can't help you, so I can only stand by and watch."

"You..." Xiong Mao said with a sullen look on his face, "You don't have any sense of loyalty."

As Zhang Yaoyun covered her mouth and chuckled, everyone returned to the small temple. Before they even got close, they smelled a special aroma, which was very tempting. As expected, preparations for Zhang Enze's tea banquet had been completed.

Needless to say, Zhang Enze's craftsmanship is not surprising. The fresh green tea leaves immediately turned into delicious dishes in his hands, which won the praises and admiration of several people who ate them.

After having a tea banquet and wandering around Wudang Mountain, the day was finally over. Fang Yuan and others returned to the hotel to rest for one night, and early the next morning, they set out to catch up with Wudang Mountain again.

At this moment, Wudang Mountain is more prosperous and lively than yesterday. There are crowds of vehicles and people. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a sea of ​​people. You must know that it is only after seven o'clock, and some office workers have not gotten up yet. But up and down the mountain, there are many hills.

It is rare that there are so many people here.

"This is nothing." Zhang Yaoyun said with a sweet smile: "Some people came over and queued up before dawn. When the mountain gate opened, they immediately rushed in and rushed to burn incense in each Taoist temple.

"

"It's also positive." Xiong Mao sighed: "The Wudang Temple Fair on March 3 is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"It's something that was expected." Master Gu Yue beckoned: "Let's go. While the crowd is not too crowded now, hurry up to the Zixiao Palace and get a good seat, so as not to be like yesterday, unable to even enter the palace gate.

go."

"It makes sense." The others agreed and hurriedly headed towards their destination.

Zixiao Palace is located northeast of Tianzhu Peak, the main peak of Wudang Mountain. It is also one of the relatively complete preserved ancient palace buildings on Wudang Mountain. When everyone comes nearby, they can see layers of palaces, row upon row, stacked on top of each other.

It is a courtyard and the environment is very quiet and elegant.

Fang Yuan looked around and saw that the environment here was very good. The surrounding pines and cypresses, dense bamboo forests, and famous flowers and grasses all set off each other, making this ancient building look even more noble and magnificent. However, due to its age, some signs of damage were also very noticeable.

It is obvious and full of vicissitudes of life.

Zixiao Palace is built on the mountain, facing the contrasting wall, Santai, Wulao, Candle, Luomao and Incense Burner peaks. On the right is the Thunder God Cave, on the left is Yuji Pond and Baozhu Peak. The surrounding hills and mountains naturally form a pair of peaks.

Needless to say, there is no need to mention the feng shui of the throne where the dragon plays with the pearl, so it was once named the Purple Sky Blessed Land by Emperor Yongle.

At the right time, up and down the steps of Zixiao Palace, it can be said that there are crowds of people and it is very lively. This is also an expected thing, and everyone does not take it seriously. They queue up patiently and move slowly behind the crowd. But move.

As the procession continued, the team became slower and slower, and in the end, it simply came to a standstill.

After noticing such a situation, although they were somewhat mentally prepared, it was inevitable that everyone would complain and take the opportunity to vent some of their unhappiness and adjust their mood.

Amidst the shouting, a clear and melodious bell suddenly rang, but several Taoist priests came out of the palace, calming the crowd with gentle words and trying to maintain order.

Someone came forward to arrange the command, and everyone gradually became quiet, and then entered the Zixiao Palace in an orderly manner. However, in the midst of the crowds of people, Fang Yuan suddenly felt a pressure coming from behind him, making him couldn't help but lean forward.

.

For a moment, the dense crowd immediately began to rise and fall like a wave. The sudden change must have triggered more complaints, and some people even fell. If it weren't for several Taoist priests who hurriedly squeezed over to check the situation and said,

A trampling accident may also occur...

"Everyone, please don't be anxious." A Taoist priest couldn't help shouting loudly: "The Dharma conference is long enough for everyone to burn incense and pray for blessings. There is no need to compete!"
Chapter completed!