No matter how unbelievable it is, there is only a small paper crane in this temple after all. The Dragon Girl thought about it and wrapped Ji Yuan's hair around the paper crane again.
After the Dragon Girl left the main hall of the temple, the main door outside the hall was automatically closed gently after the Dragon Girl left, and no one in the entire Jiang Temple noticed it.
The Dragon Girl walked directly from the temple into the water. She did not swim underwater in her dragon body, but swam quickly downstream at the bottom of the river in her human body.
During this time, she was carefully observing the paper crane that she had wrapped with bubbles.
Of course, the dragon girl didn’t know the correct name, she just thought it was a nice little paper bird. She even had the urge to try whether the paper bird would get wet by water, but she restrained herself.
As the main deity of Tongtian River, she swam very fast in the water and returned to the water palace in a short while.
Putting the paper crane in her sleeve, the Dragon Girl walked quickly towards the back of the Water Palace, passed through several courtyard gates, and came to the door of an underwater cave that looked a little dark.
There were two green-faced yakshas holding spears standing there. When they saw the dragon girl coming, they immediately bowed, clasped their fists, and greeted her in unison.
"Mrs. Jiangshen!"
"Well, I need to go see my father."
"Yes! Please help yourself, Madam Jiangshen!"
Ying Ruoli nodded to the two Yakshas and walked into the cave door by herself.
We passed through the deep cave, with the terrain going downhill all the time, and walked for about eight or nine miles before the view in front of us finally became bright.
This is a spacious underwater cave sand pool. There are some jellyfish-like creatures with their own magical light swimming around. There is a huge real dragon lying on the sand pool, and its dragon whiskers will sway from time to time.
"Dad, Uncle Ji sent a letter."
An amber arc appeared on the dragon's head, and the old dragon's voice sounded.
"bring here."
"yes!"
The dragon girl took out a paper crane from her sleeve, and the crane quietly floated in the bubbles towards the old dragon.
"Um?"
He thought it was a letter, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of "letter". The old dragon suddenly found it interesting. His whole body was slightly raised, and his pair of amber eyes brought more light to the dim sand pool.
As if stimulated by the dragon's eyes, several large clam shells in the sand pool slowly opened, revealing the pearls inside. Suddenly, the entire deep pool became clearer and brighter, as if a light was turned on.
The old dragon focused his two huge eyes on the small paper crane and asked his daughter questions while observing her.
"Is this a letter from Ji Yuan? He folded a paper bird? Is there anything else?"
"To answer Dad, this paper bird flew to the hand of the statue in my temple. There is nothing else, and this bird can really fly."
As the Dragon Girl said this, she stretched out her hands on both sides and pretended to flap her wings, indicating that this bird was not flying in the air by absorbing magic power, but was able to fly by flapping its own wings. There is a fundamental difference between the two.
"Interesting, Ji Yuan always brings surprises!"
The dragon girl also smiled and reminded her father.
"Dad, the hair on the paper bird's neck is some kind of stress spell. If you pull out the hair, you can read the letter. My daughter didn't know about it before and accidentally read it first. Dad, you won't blame me, right?"
The real dragon glanced at the dragon girl, and then its huge body glowed with white light, and it shrank in the illusion and transformed into an old man, which was Ying Hong's human form.
"Just watch it."
As he spoke, Lao Long stretched out his hand lightly and the hair on the paper crane's neck automatically floated to the side.
At this moment, the paper crane actually flapped its wings twice and approached the old dragon with bubbles.
"Wow, it can really fly by itself."
The old dragon smiled and stretched out his hand, letting the paper crane that had moved with difficulty in the water fall into his palm. The remaining magic power on the paper crane brought all the contents recorded through the object into the old dragon's thoughts.
The Dragon Girl was now concentrating on observing her father's expression, and sure enough, she saw what she wanted to see after a while.
The left side of Lao Long's beard tilted up slightly, and he said with a look of surprise.
"Bingzhou Changchuan Prefecture? This little thing can fly so far?"
I don’t know about other dragons and floodgates, but the Ying family often goes out to control the clouds and rain. They have a thorough understanding of the geography of Dazhen and are very clear about the distance between the two places.
However, after expressing his surprise, the old dragon smiled at the dragon girl.
"Okay, I received your letter, you can leave now."
"Yes, my daughter is leaving!"
The dragon girl bowed gently and left the sand pool where her father was napping.
After the dragon girl left, the old dragon immediately lowered his head to carefully study the paper crane in his palm. He couldn't help but poke it a few times, then picked it up and turned it upside down to see if there was any precious pearl or something hidden inside.
"How strange! Could it be because of this hair?"
The old dragon took Ji Yuan's hair and looked at it carefully, but still couldn't figure out anything. But when he let go again, the hair floated out of the cave along the flow of water. It seemed to be drifting with the flow without any special force, but it had a strange feeling of drifting and soon disappeared into the darkness under the water.
Lao Long frowned, hesitated for a moment and did not make a move, leaving the hair behind, and continued to study the paper crane in his hand.
The power of conveying spirit through objects has disappeared, as if the father and daughter's two "readings" of the letter have exhausted the power of the paper crane. However, Lao Long feels that the paper crane should not turn back into an ordinary piece of paper.
He carefully controlled the transfer of some magic power into the paper crane, and sure enough, he saw the paper crane begin to flap its wings again. Following the bond of his own magic power, he finally discovered two hidden words on the wings of the paper crane, and understood how this paper bird was folded.
Lao Long grinned, as if discovering these few tips was quite an achievement.
. . .
At the top of Yunshan Yanxia Peak, after watching the sunrise and completing his training facing the morning glow, Ji Yuan descended the peak and returned to Yunshan Temple.
Qi Wen had already dressed and washed up, and was sorting out his shoulder pole and bucket at the kitchen door in the courtyard, preparing to go down the mountain to fetch water. When he turned around, he found Ji Yuan standing in the courtyard of the temple.
"Morning, Mr. Ji! Are you up too? I didn't even hear you open the door."
"Good morning, Taoist Priest Qi Wen. In fact, I got up earlier than you and have already gone out for a walk."
Qi Wen suddenly realized.
"By the way, Mr. Ji, there's porridge cooking in the kitchen pot. It should be ready when I fetch some water up the mountain. I'm going down the mountain to fetch some water first."
"do you need my help?"
Ji Yuan looked at the two buckets. They were bigger than the ones he had used in the small pavilion at Tianniufang. It must be very tiring to carry them up the mountain, especially since there was a long stretch of mountain road without any steps going down from Yunshan Temple.
"No, no, just sit down. I'm used to running, so I can make the round trip in no time."
Qi Wen quickly refused and hurried out of the yard carrying the empty bucket.
Ji Yuan went over and gently closed the courtyard door, then walked into the kitchen. The charcoal in the stove was burning thinly, and the fire was not very strong. He opened the door outside the kitchen and looked at the place where the fish tail was hung last night. There was only a piece of straw rope left, and it seemed that the hole was bitten open.
Looking at the scenery outside, Yunshan Temple is located just above the cloud line in the mountain. From Ji Yuan's current point of view, looking down, there is a sea of white clouds a dozen feet below, making Yunshan Temple look like a fairyland in the sky. The Taoists who built Yunshan Temple really know how to choose a place.
. . .
The pace of life for ordinary people in this world is very slow, and this is even more so in Yunshan Temple. Especially during the days when Taoist Qingsong was drunk and asleep, there was no need to go down the mountain to tell fortunes.
However, Qi Wen was still very worried about his master's health. On the third day, he would ask Ji Yuan when Taoist Qingsong would wake up.
Fortunately, Qi Xuan woke up on his own early in the morning of the fifth day.
At this time, Qi Wen happened to go down the mountain to fetch water, while Ji Yuan was sitting on a cushion under the star map in the main hall of the temple, reading "Imperial Theory" in his hand. The spiritual energy in the mountain was like a misty fog that was invisible to the naked eye, gathering around the entire Yunshan Temple. At this moment, it also noticed that Taoist Qingsong was awake.
Taoist Qingsong felt like he had a very long dream. The content of the dream was so chaotic that he could not remember clearly. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the room.
"It's already daybreak! Am I really drunk?"
Qi Xuan slept for almost five days, but he did not feel drowsy at all. Instead, he felt refreshed.
I threw back the quilt, stood up from the bed, stretched myself, and my muscles and bones crackled. I felt relaxed all over, but my mouth was very dry.
I walked to the table inside and weighed the large ceramic teapot, which was full.
Qi Xuan poured himself a bowl of tea and drank it all in one gulp. Feeling still thirsty, he poured himself another bowl. Finally, fortunately, the spout of the teapot was facing his mouth, and he gulped down all the water in the teapot in one breath.
"Huh... I feel better now! What kind of wine did Mr. Ji give me?"
As he was talking to himself, Taoist Qingsong seemed to suddenly think of something. He stretched out his left palm to look carefully, and his expression changed from dull to horrified.
"Could it be that... the immortals really have the elixir of immortality?"
What made Qi Xuan feel even more mysterious was that he could see that his life span was not going to end, but he could not see anything else clearly. However, he felt like he was looking at flowers in the fog, although he could not see clearly, he knew the beautiful scenery was before his eyes.
"Hehe, as far as I know, there is no elixir of life in the world. Good morning, Taoist Qingsong!"
Ji Yuanzhong's clear and peaceful words came from the door, which brought Taoist Qingsong back to his senses. He turned to look at the door with a grateful smile.
"Morning, Mr. Ji. I was too drunk last night and made you laugh. Did you have a good rest in the temple last night?"
"fine!"
Ji Yuan chuckled.
"I would like to borrow this precious land to practice for a while. Do you agree?"
"What's wrong with that? It's what I want. Just stay here, hahaha..."
Anyone would be in a very good mood as long as they don't die early. Taoist Qingsong only felt that the air in the mountains was fresher and more pleasant to breathe, as if every breath was moisturizing the five internal organs.