Gu Erzhen was just telling the truth, and was kicked out by the good-faced Hu Qijiu with a lame leg, and even kicked it with the legs tied into a mummy.
Before leaving home to record the show at Miaogan Mountain, Lan He was madly harassed by Hu Qijiu, crying that she didn't want a cat villa, but a fox villa. Lan He was miserable, and she felt that she must not take Hu Qijiu when she went out.
"Don't you think this is the fox villa? You don't see any difference, don't be so concerned about the form." Lan He said.
Hu Qijiu lay on the floor and cried, "What's the difference between you and those who use wooden boxes to build the God of Fortune Tower. One is a dog kennel and the other is a cat kennel. Don't I deserve a fox villa?"
It's not that it's not worth it, mainly because no one is making a fox villa.
Lan He simply ignored her and went to open the door, "I see if Song Futan is back."
- The magic weapon of Nanyun Temple has arrived in the capital, and the magic sword will be delivered to Song Futan, and his back cloud will also be handed over. When the auspicious day starts, it will be buried deep under the bridge.
The handover of this thing is nothing, and there is no major ceremony. It was brought quietly. Song Futan went downstairs to get the magic sword, and didn't even plan to invite the monk upstairs for a drink.
Hu Qijiu's legs were still lame, and when he jumped forward, he grabbed the hem of Lan He's clothes, hung in the air, and swung twice.
Lan He: "..."
Lan He wanted to bounce her off, but the chain on her hand moved, but Song Futan didn't come back.
I saw outside the door, Lao Bai followed Lan He's extremely long chain and touched it, and made some yin and yang voices: "Oh, oh, oh..."
At the end, it was Lan He's hand, and Lao Bai raised his head when he touched his hand, as if surprised: "Oh, who is this."
Lan He: "..."
If an unfilial son asks for money, he must be a demon.
Sure enough, the old white smiled and said: "Isn't this the little guy that we took the initiative to stay and be the underworld official? Now we know about the underworld officer? Tsk tsk tsk, what a useful soul hook!"
Obviously, he had already learned from the big girl Hu that Lan He wanted to continue working part-time, and the whole ghost trembled.
Lan He looked at him indifferently: "Well, how is it."
The old white hugged his arms and said proudly: "How is it? I originally planned to terminate the contract. You want to renew the contract, and the renewal is not a casual renewal."
Lan He turned around, took two steps, and the fox biting the hem of his clothes shook again, "Then I'll go to Yan San and ask him if the underworld is still short of manpower."
Impermanence only has chains, but it is not only Dongyue Yinsi who has impermanence.
Lao Bai slipped and knelt: "Father!! You misunderstood!!"
Lan He: "..."
Old Bai: "Wuuu is just a joke. In fact, I'm still writing materials for you these few days. After all, your behavior is very promoting the reputation of Yinsi, and I hope the above will reward you."
Miss Hu gave the ashes, but that was the reward she offered on behalf of Miaogan Mountain, which she promised early on.
"Can you give me an extra soul hook?" Lan He asked. He also wanted to make a paper cable instead. It would be better if there was a ready-made one.
Old Bai said: "I will mention it, but it's unlikely... But I will bring you the talisman water mixed with Wangchuan water and sprinkle it on the chains of you and Song Futan. As long as you don't use it, others will I can't see how much you cover up your identity."
Although the world can't see this chain, the underworld creatures can. Lan He also thought about how to cover it up, and Lao Bai brought a solution. He immediately helped Lao Bai, "It's just a joke for a father."
Lao Bai: "… "
Lao Bai can bend and stretch, "Where is this Song Futan person, hey, I heard that he took the initiative to donate the magic weapon, it's really pitiful..."
His back was cold, and when he turned around, he saw a sword pointed at him, and the sword had not been sheathed, but it exuded a frightening aura. After taking a few steps back, he saw Song Futan was holding it in his hand. Sword hilt, raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"
There's no such thing as a pity.
Old Bai scolded secretly, "Hahaha, come to send the talisman water."
Lao Bai retreated, and so did Hu Qijiu. She originally bit Lan He's clothes and refused to let it go. She opened her mouth and sat on the floor, crawling back a few steps.
Lan He: "I'll take a look at this sword... um, good sword! That's what you usually say, right?"
The magic sword of Nanyun Temple is said to be called the Changhong Sword. It is indeed an antique. At first glance, it has unique traces of time. There is a wrong gold inscription on it, marking the year it was forged. After several layers of heating, it is still sharp. Without inlaid jewelry gold, it is very simple under its simple appearance.
The Changhong Sword is also equipped with a long bag. After all, it is an antique from the inside out. Song Futan put it in the bag, and Lao Bai, who was so scorched that he avoided it, dared to approach.
The sword body is not particularly long. Lan He estimated that Song Futan would go out with a sword like this, and people would think that he was carrying a flute or other musical instrument, which was quite deceptive.
"With the Changhong sword, there's a Linji stick." Lao Bai looked around, "Where is it? You'd better..."
"Here..." Lan He took out the stick that was half wrapped in striped cloth. "Before my mother left, I cleaned it up too, saying it didn't look good."
In addition to this stick, his refrigerator, TV, kettle, etc. have their own covers or covers.
Lao Bai: "… "
Old Bai originally wanted to remind him that this can be wrapped, but now he doesn't have to. "Anyway, you can take it easy..."
The recording of the last issue of "Yanjing Sui Ji Ji" will go to Miaogan Mountain.
When the incense of Miaogan Mountain was at its peak, it was the No. 1 in the capital, and it could be called the center of social and religious beliefs in the capital. Later, it declined. In recent years, there has been a slight upward trend in passenger traffic. Of course, "Yenjing Sui Ji Ji" is not to record religious themes, it is too superstitious. Moreover, it is definitely the best time to take pictures of religious activities in Miaogan Mountain. This is not the season of temple fairs in Miaogan Mountain.
It is more than 1,000 meters above sea level, and peach and apricot blossoms are in bloom in spring. It is also a good place to step in the spring and one of the focuses of the recent development of Miaogan Mountain. Tourism is seriously managed by the township government and tourism companies.
Miaogan Mountain is dozens of kilometers away from the capital. In the past, it took three or four days to go from the city to the top of the mountain. Now the road is directly connected to the top of the mountain.
Because Beiyun had already handed it over, not only Song Futan took the sword with him, but Lan He also took the Linji stick with him.
Someone asked Lan He what this was, and Lan He said, "Mountain stick..."
"Hahaha, no, let's park the car in the village and climb the ancient road for a total of thirty or forty minutes. You won't be able to climb down, right?" The director laughed and joked, "You haven't been to Miaogan Mountain before. Bar?"
I went there once, and I went up with Lao Bai to give gifts last year...
But that probably doesn't count, and there's nothing to see in the dark, Lan He: "I haven't been there, but I'm not only going to climb the mountain, maybe I can protect myself."
The director laughed.
As for the bag Song Futan brought, because of his usual withdrawn appearance, he didn't even ask any questions.
Before arriving at the ancient road, Song Futan wanted to record a commentary here. The program team adjusted the machine, and the director reminded not to shoot the temple on the top of the mountain, but in similar religious places, there are always many taboos, just like the film crew sacrificed to the gods before the start of the film, they did not dare to shoot more statues of gods and Buddhas .
Although everyone in the program team now knows that Teacher Xuanguang is so bad-tempered that he can put Lan He in the car, but I have to say that he, who is jokingly called the voice for this show, has a clear and charming voice, "Nearly four hundred years. Come, Miaogan Mountain once attracted the attention of all classes in the capital, and now it is a suburb of Beijing…”
The old man in the mountain village watched for a long time with his hands behind his back, and said with emotion: "Bless the old lady, Miaogan Mountain is going to be booming!"
The program team took advantage of the opportunity to interview the passerby.
The old man tidied up his clothes, "Then the old saying goes, the rise and fall of the capital and the incense of Miaogan Mountain are linked together—"
"I'm sorry, uncle, we don't talk about incense, it's a bit superstitious." The director said.
The old man was confused: "Why are you saying that you shouldn't take pictures of the temple, it's disrespectful to the old lady."
The director laughed: "You understand."
The old man clicked his tongue twice, "Okay, I used to talk about fragrance, but now I talk about traveling! Anyway, as the old saying goes, if the mountains are prosperous, the capital will prosper, and the country will prosper. If the mountains decline, the capital will also decline. It didn't take a while for a while back then, and the sheds on the top of the mountain were all broken. Now it's better, and more people come to travel. You see, the wonderful sense of the mountains is prosperous, and our capital and China are prosperous..."
The director laughed twice: "It can also be said the other way around, because China is prosperous, and Miaogan Mountain is prosperous, and everyone can go out to travel in their spare time."
Lan He also smiled, the uncle's words can indeed be explained very scientifically.
It's time to climb up here after recording, and just record a few more shots when it's almost there.
This ancient road is long and there are a lot of people in the show group. Lan He was originally walking with Chen Xingyu and his brother, grabbing his root.
"Mountain Pole".
The director came over, pulled him to the side of the road, and whispered, "Lan He, look, this is the last issue of ours. If there is anything unhappy, just stay here."
Lan He: "Huh?" He didn't understand what the director meant.
The director said: "It's you and Teacher Xuanguang, if you are unhappy, you can say a few soft words to him, you are also a junior..."
Lan He: "..."
Lan He said speechlessly: "We are not unhappy, the director is really good."
"Okay, okay," the director didn't believe it at all, "Well, I have an energy drink here, can you take it and give it to Teacher Xuanguang?"
He glanced back, Song Futan walked at the end, not unable to crawl, but still talking to Song Qiyun.
"Okay." Lan Hexin said to let this rumor end, so she walked back. The director watched with satisfaction as he walked back to Teacher Xuanguang, said something, handed out the drink, and continued with a sigh of relief. Climbed up.
"The director insisted that there was a misunderstanding between the two of us, and asked me to deliver things." Lan He laughed and poked the stick on the steps. Not to mention, this Linji stick is also very useful as a trekking pole.
"Ouch I'm going, you mother-"
There was a small voice passing by, high-pitched, gnashing of teeth, and a little wandering, not like a human voice anyway, and it was covered with something.
Lan He was taken aback for a moment, "Did you hear that? Cursing."
It's not just the sound, it's like being stared at by something weird.
Song Futan: "It seems there is."
"Stop poking, you mustn't die!"
Another sound came from under her feet. Lan He stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately Song Futan helped him.
"Is it coming from below?" Lan He looked at them, and the people in front were so far away from them, and no one looked back at them, thinking, "Is this a goblin?"
The thing below yelled: "Who's a goblin! Me, me! You Hu Si grandma!"
Lan He: "...Pfft."
He remembered that the last time Mrs. Hu said that she had sealed Hu Si's soul in the incense path of Miaogan Mountain, and wanted her to be trampled by thousands of people, is it really under her feet
Hearing him laugh, Hu Si got even more angry: "I curse you! I curse you every day!"
But her voice was weak, and she was clearly suffering.
Lan He laughed and said, "I still have the strength to curse me, but I don't know how to repent."
Hu Si: "Dog man man, curse you all to rush to the street, and labor and Yan to fly away—"
So vicious!
Lan He took the Linji stick and knocked on the ground several times. The Linji stick has been used by Master Fudo for many years to beat... No, it was used by the disciples to drink the stick. Hu Si couldn't stand it. He let out a faint scream, but he persisted in cursing Lan He.
Lan He held up the Linji stick and threatened: "Do you scold again? This stick will make you ashes."
Hu Si was stunned and kept his mouth shut.
Lan He sneered, but heard a heart-piercing cry: "No—"
The director almost tumbled down, rushed in front of them, and inserted himself between the two, "What are you doing, Lan He, put down the stick!"
Song Futan: "..."
Lan He: "..."
Only then did Lan He realize that he had misunderstood again, "Director, no, I'll do something about it." He originally wanted to give the director a hug on the spot, but he was afraid that the director would think it would be too much. Now, "Mr. Xuanguang drank the drink I gave, it's really okay."
Song Futan also nodded, holding the drink and said, "It's nothing."
"Yes... I misunderstood?" The director saw that their expressions were calm, and he smiled embarrassingly, but he still had lingering fears. After all, last time Teacher Xuanguang insisted that Lan He was all right, "You should go ahead with me."
He took Lan He up and said to the other staff, "It's okay, everyone, don't look at it, don't look at it."
Even so, everyone's eyes were still a bit strange, and when Lan He saw it, they immediately moved away as if nothing had happened.
Lan He returned to Chen Xingyang, Chen Xingyang patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "Tell you, it's absolutely over, it's time for the two of you to upgrade to a fight."
Lan He: "..."
Because they were suspected of almost doing it, Lan He and Song Futan were arranged by the staff intentionally or unintentionally.
I spend a lot of time during the day on the road, but actually only a small part of the content was recorded. At night, I live directly in the B&B in the village. In order to receive tourists, there are many places to stay here.
The meal was also settled here. In order to dispel the rumors, Lan He deliberately refused to arrange it, sat down with Song Futan for dinner, and chatted a few words.
The director's expression is complicated, and he really wants to believe that the two of them are meeting each other for a long time, but he feels like Lan He is being slapped by the company, trying to save what was almost a fight... Well, forget it, he tried his best, after today It has nothing to do with him.
After eating, everyone chatted with the villagers to understand the situation here.
Chen Xingyang didn't pay attention, and Lan He disappeared. He thought he went to the toilet, but he didn't care, and asked the old man in the village, "I was on the mountain during the day and saw that one of the temples was dedicated to an older goddess. There's also a black donkey in there, is that one?"
During his rest, he went into the temple and strolled around. He knew all about Empress Bixia, Emperor Dongyue, Xishen, and Guanyin, but not this god.
Speaking of which, his sister Chen Xingyu came here to ask for a child. That's why, even if Chen Xingyu thinks the scenery here is good, he can't bring his son Miaomiao to play in the future, and he didn't bring it when he wanted to. This is an old rule. After all, the child was tied away from here, and he was afraid that Empress Bixia would take it back.
The old man said "Oh": "That's Grandma Wang San. She believed in Empress Bixia all her life, and often rode a donkey to treat people everywhere, so after her death, she became a god in Miaogan Mountain and ruled over the four immortal houses in North China. , but it works. Touch the hands of Wang San's grandmother, all the diseases are gone, touch the feet of Wang San's grandma, all the diseases are gone... "
Chen Xingyang nodded, "Oh." It turned out to be a folk god, so he said why there are donkeys.
The old man: "My father used to chop wood in the mountains, but he fell down and his legs were so swollen that he couldn't walk. A black donkey appeared in the mountains and brought him back. Later, the donkey ate a meal and left by himself. It is said that it is the mount of Grandma Wang San, and Grandma Wang San has a good heart!"
…
At the same time, Lan He sneaked out and chatted with Song Futan on a stone outside the village, complaining that the rumor was too ridiculous now, and it was useless to refute the rumor several times.
While talking, Lan He was silent, and Song Futan didn't speak.
Lan He found that there were quite a lot of stars today.
Song Futan found that Lan He was so cute tonight.
So when Lan He was about to turn his head to tell Song Futan about this, Song Futan also told him what he found with his actions, holding Lan He's face in one hand and kissing it.
Lan He: "..."
Song Futan embraced Lan He and leaned against the rock to watch the stars, very comfortable, so comfortable that the two of them even took a nap.
In a daze, Lan He heard someone calling her, opened her eyes and saw that she was an old lady with kind eyes and kind eyes, wearing a blue cloth shirt, just like an ordinary old country lady, but she always felt a little familiar.
"Child, you are the respected family of Bai Wu and Hu Qijiu." The old lady said.
Lan He was shocked, how could she know? He grabbed the Linji stick in his hand.
Song Futan also sat up and put his hand on the sword.
"This is Miaogan Mountain, what are you afraid of?" the old lady smiled.
That's right, this is Miaogan Mountain...
But Lan He quickly reacted, this wonderful sense mountain, who is that old lady
"you are… !"
"Shh, it doesn't work—"
Lan He fell silent, and gradually realized that he and Song Futan were either in a dream or were separated from their souls. And the identity of this old lady, he also understood in his heart.
The old lady said, "Since you have made offerings to the immortals, you are also my disciples. I saw you going up the mountain, and I came here to see you. I know that you are running for the things of the capital." She took out a blue cloth bag and opened it, Inside is a soul hook, "Are you missing one of this?"
Did you send equipment? Lan He was overjoyed, "Thank you... Grandma! Why do you have a soul-sucking cable?"
Yin Si was so stingy that he refused to give him another one.
The old lady said: "I have some friendship with Xie Bi'an. This is what he used in his early years. It was originally given to me to tie the donkey. You can use it."
Lan He: "..."
… OK, OK.
Lan He took the chain: "My disciple, thank you grandma! Are there any more?"
Old lady: "… "
Lan He cheekily said: "My friend has donated all the magic tools in order to renew the Feng Shui Bureau. We are so miserable now that the family immortals are embarrassed to go out. The bald mourning stick…”
The old lady didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you a mourning stick? Did you lose your baldness, or was it given by a bald man?"
The mourning stick is four feet and four inches long, wrapped in white cloth, and cut into strips. Some Impermanence also hold this in their hands, but Lan He is not like that at all.
Lan He smiled and said: "It's almost the same, you can do it, or you can solve this problem directly, since you know everything."
Since this grandma can still fall, she can set up the game with a wave of her hand, or it will be done.
But the old lady sighed: "It's still our hibernation era. We have tried it before, but it will still be changed by this different era, just like you—"
She paused, "God depends on human spirit, now there are some things that can only be solved by the human world."
Lan He was lost: "Do you still have to improve yourself?"
Song Futan shook his hand.
The old lady lowered her eyebrows and said, "But looking at the heart of the sick Red Lotus Tzu Chi, I will make an exception. You also received something from Buddhism, then I will teach him the secret art of the fairy family."
The old lady was still soft-hearted, and the thick palm with calluses stroked Song Futan's arm, "True books do not enter the eyes of today's people, and the younger generation has taught ghosts to draw talismans. You two little dolls, one of which has a burning paper as a tool. Strength, the other I will teach the spell of splitting characters and forming a talisman, which is also a good match."
... I'm moved, my grandmother will also consider the issue of matching.
"How do you feel?" Lan He asked quickly.
Song Futan raised his hand: "It doesn't seem like I feel anything."
The old lady laughed and said, "I'll know how I feel when I look back. It's time for me to go." She turned around and came back without taking two steps, "Little baby, you have to borrow something from grandma."
Lan He just took the equipment and promised, "Grandma, say whatever you want!"
He thought to himself that grandma wouldn't want Xiangta, but that shouldn't be a borrowed word...
The old lady hooked her fingers, and the little lame donkey No. 001 carried by Song Futan floated out. It grew long when it saw the wind, and turned into a big donkey with a tall head, with the sign of Dongyue Yinsi hanging around her neck.
The old lady rode on it and said with a smile: "I remember the cows and horses you sent, they are all very suitable. In Yang Shi's words, the quality control is very good. My donkey has gone out into the wild, and it is inconvenient to have old arms and legs. I'll use yours."
Lan He and Song Futan: "!!!"
Song Futan: "No, old lady, don't...!"
"Even if it's a token he folded, I don't want to regret it. I'll pay you back later." The old lady interrupted him with a playful smile, and she patted the donkey skillfully, "Hohoho, run!"
Lan He: "..."
Song Futan: "..."
The author has something to say: save grandma!