The topic about Mr. Ji soon passed. It was not that everyone did not want to hear more, but there was not much to say, and there was nothing much to say about the "wild history" that they heard from others, so everyone's focus quickly returned to the Dharma Assembly.
At this moment, a master is preaching in the center of the sea of clouds, and his voice can be heard everywhere in the sea of clouds. Although it is not suitable for everyone, it is profound and can enable others to draw inferences from other cases and verify each other.
Mi Huang was also listening attentively, but after all, the teachings of the preacher did not fit his way, and he was also thinking about his own affairs, so he was a little absent-minded. He kept playing with the beads in his hand, rubbing them for a long time, took out the largest pearl from the string, and then threw it away casually.
The pearl turned into a lightless ripple and flew out of the attic. The people nearby were all highly skilled in Taoism, but not many of them noticed the light. Some of those who noticed it just glanced sideways, while others had no reaction at all.
This ripple flew directly to the edge of the Luxuan Cloud Sea, flew into the hands of a celestial cultivator, and became a shining pearl again.
This was considered a message. After checking it, the cultivator used his fingers to draw a few talismans on the Dharma light in the air, and then sent it out of Lu Xuan Yunhai. Messages like this were often sent out during the Dharma Assembly, so it was not surprising. After all, there were always people who did not want to leave the Dharma Assembly and suddenly wanted to send a message. It was normal to use magic tools to send messages.
The pearl flew out again and soon reached the Heavenly Gate. After being identified and approved, the Heavenly Gate glowed slightly and allowed it to fly out of the heaven. The two gate-guarding gods looked straight ahead, as if they didn't even look at it.
A hundred miles after flying out of Tianmen, Mingzhu's speed continued to increase. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Mingzhu had already flown over Jiaoye Mountain. After staying in the air for a while, it immediately flew downwards.
The pearl flew over the place where the thunder had landed before, and finally flew into the mountain temple. The next moment, the light on the pearl extended outward and quickly turned into a person who looked similar to Mi Huang, except that his hair was vermilion, and there was a vermilion line shaped like a flame between his eyebrows, and his clothes were more solemn and gorgeous.
“Crackle…”
The man stretched his body and groaned comfortably. There were crackling sounds on his body and a divine light was born behind him, which gave his body a faint glow.
The man's eyes swept around the mountain god temple and finally fell on the mountain god statue. He looked at it for a while, nodded slightly, and began to cast a spell to transmit his voice.
"Please ask the mountain god of this place to show up and have a chat."
The sound was heard from far away, along the terrain of the mountain temple, and reached the ears of Mr. Gong. The latter had been nervous and in a state of being ready at all times. When he heard the sound of "inviting the gods", he immediately burrowed into the ground and left.
A few breaths later, the mountain god appeared in his own temple. Seeing the person in front of him who was obviously a master, he immediately bowed and saluted.
"Little God Gong Muhua, have you met the Immortal Lord?"
The scarlet-haired man looked at the mountain god and spoke with a smile.
"The Heavenly Thunder Department is very dissatisfied with you for blocking the heavenly thunder before, but don't worry, your calamity is not here, I have already handled it, and no gods will come to blame you."
Gong Muhua's body trembled slightly. He looked up at the man and bowed deeply. The man nodded slightly to accept the salute, then turned and left.
The mountain god, who had a premonition, looked expectantly behind him, but the other party didn't say anything else and couldn't help but speak.
"Master..."
The red-haired man paused, turned around and said something.
"I forgot to mention that I shouldn't be here for this matter. Um, don't tell Hu Yun that I was here."
"yes!"
Gong Muhua responded quickly, but he couldn't contain his excitement. He didn't get a response last time, so he planned to ask again this time.
"Master, I would like to ask you, how can I achieve perfection?"
The man thought about it and smiled.
"You can't say! Did Hu Yun tell you a lot? I should remind her about this. How much did she say? Do you know where she is now?"
Gong Muhua quickly shook his head to deny it.
"Master, Master Hu Yun never said much, so please don't misunderstand me. I was just a little interested in Madam She Ji, so I told her a little, but she left before she finished listening. She must have gone back to Ning'an County to see Sun Yiqiu."
Sun Yiqiu
The red-haired man looked at ease and nodded calmly.
"I believe you, that's all. Just pretend I've never been here. Remember to practice well, and we'll meet again if we're lucky enough!"
After saying this, the red-haired man stepped out of the mountain temple and disappeared as a stream of light, leaving the mountain god in the temple feeling both excited and disappointed.
On the other side, the red-haired man had already flown towards Ning'an County, and at the same time he was thinking rapidly in his heart. Of course, he had heard of the name of Ning'an County. It was the hometown of the literary saint and was known as the source of the world's literary veins. So it was not surprising that Hu Yun went to Ning'an County.
"Sun Yiqiu?"
The red-haired man thought in his heart and realized that this was a very important person.
In the afternoon of that day, the red-haired man had already arrived in Ning'an County. He did not fly directly into the county, but transformed himself into a scholar outside the county, and took a carriage along the way and slowly drove into Ning'an County.
What kind of outsiders come to Ning'an County the most? Without a doubt, scholars.
Not long after entering Ning'an County, the red-haired man got off the carriage, thanked the driver and then walked to Miaosifang, where he worshipped the Wensheng Temple, visited Miaosifang, ate cakes from Louwailou, drank Huadiao tea brewed in Ning'an County, and then visited the so-called Wensheng hometown, which was composed of a large number of mansions and buildings designated by the government...
The man spent three or four days on pilgrimage and sightseeing in Ning'an County before he arrived at the street outside Tianniufang. He saw the sign of Sun's noodle stall from afar and walked over with a smile.
The person hasn't arrived yet, but the voice has already been heard.
"I heard that this Sun's braised noodles has been passed down for a long time, and even the sage of literature ate it. Is it true?"
"Come, come, come, sir, please come in!"
Sun Yiqiu courteously invited the visitor to sit down and answered proudly.
"Sir, you are absolutely right. Our Sun family's cooking skills have been passed down for dozens of generations. Master Wensheng also ate it back then. You will know how good it tastes if you try it. Many regular customers remember this taste. If they have been away for a long time, the first thing they do when they come back, besides reuniting with their family, is to come here to eat noodles!"
"Yiqiu, stop being so rude, sir. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. What would you like to eat? Our shop is small, and we only serve braised noodles and some braised dishes."
The red-haired man glanced at Sun Yiqiu.
“Does the store have any recommendations?”
"Why not have a bowl of braised noodles and a bowl of mixed vegetables? Many regular customers eat this way."
"Okay, just as you said, a bowl of miscellaneous vegetables and a bowl of braised noodles!"
"okay!"
The Sun father and son were making noodles while the other was pouring tea, while the red-haired man was observing the two of them inconspicuously. Suddenly, he had a slight movement in his heart and looked to the side, where he saw two big yellow dogs passing by the stall.
'Interesting, it seems to be this!'
The noodles were ready and the scholar started tasting them immediately, praising them highly. After eating and paying, he chatted for a while before leaving without any delay.
For several days in a row, the scholar came to eat noodles, either in the morning or at noon, sometimes twice, sometimes just once. He became quite familiar with the Sun family. On the evening of the fourth day, the scholar chatted with the Sun father and son until it was time for them to close their stall.
"Mr. Hong, we have to close the stall. We will continue to talk about the outside world tomorrow."
"Hahaha, I accidentally forgot the time. Do you want my help?"
Sun's father also shouted over there.
"Don't bother Mr. Hong, Yiqiu, move faster and stop chatting."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The scholar quickly stood up and made way for Yi Qiu to tidy up the table and chairs, then watched them fold the oilcloth and lay out the things, then piled them up on the cart.
When the cabinet cart started moving and turned, the scholar's eyes flashed and he keenly noticed a wooden sign on the inside of the cabinet cart. The moment he saw it, he was startled.
"Leave a copy? This technique is so powerful and has such a profound artistic conception, but I didn't realize it before? Was it left by the Sage of Literature? Or... Mr. Ji?"
"Hey? The magic on this wooden plaque is very profound. Whose calligraphy is this?"
The man showed the interest a scholar should have, and hurriedly walked a few steps closer to take a closer look. Sun Yiqiu replied with a smile.
"Oh, this is handed down from our ancestors. We have a rule in our stall that no matter how good the business is, we have to keep a copy of the materials, and we also compare it with this brand."
"Uh, why did you leave it here?"
The scholar was very curious, Sun Yiqiu scratched his head, but Sun's father spoke first.
"Hahaha, Master Hong, this sign has been passed down for dozens of generations. Now it's just a symbol. I don't remember who it was for, and it doesn't make much sense anymore."
"Oh, indeed, but isn't it a waste of noodles?"
"Then of course we go home and eat it."
"That's troublesome too. I have to eat it every day. Hahahaha. Oh, I'm being reckless."
Father Sun replied with a smile.
"It's okay, it's okay. What Master Hong said is true. It's true. We are just used to it. Okay, today we will do it."
"Okay, let's eat noodles again tomorrow. I'll take my leave now!"
Master Hong bowed and looked not far away. Sun Yiqiu was already heading towards another cabinet cart. There was an old man and a girl. He was talking and laughing with the girl in a very intimate manner.
The scholar smiled, shook his head slightly, then turned and left, still muttering with regret.
"Alas, what a pity for this calligraphy. It is an heirloom of the Sun family and will definitely not be sold. I don't know which famous calligrapher it belongs to. It may even be left by a literary saint. Well, that's not right. If it was left by a literary saint, I'm afraid it would have been taken away by the court long ago..."
The scholar went all the way back to the inn, greeted the waiter, washed and went to bed as usual. At midnight, he left his fake body on the bed, and then his real body quietly escaped into the underworld.
Many official written records of Ning'an County in the mortal world are incomplete. Due to insect infestation, rat gnawing, dampness, human disasters and other reasons, the records are becoming more and more incomplete as time goes by. If you want to read the complete chronicles of Ning'an County, the underworld is the best place to go.