In just a few days, Hu Yun naturally changed the way he addressed Xiezhi from Mr. Xie to Master. Originally, Hu Yun only wanted to call Xiezhi Mr. Xie, because in his heart, he always thought that maybe one day, Mr. Ji would accept him as a disciple. However, after Mr. Ji said a few words to him in his dream, Hu Yun's attitude towards Xiezhi changed to a higher level.
At this moment, Hu Yun ran in excitedly, took out a few red taro from the sack and placed them on the table.
"This can be eaten raw, it tastes great, and I heard it tastes even better when cooked!"
The sack is very big and can hold ten kilograms of red taro.
"It will be more delicious if you stew the red taro. Steam some, and when the rice is done, put some in the stove with charcoal or stew it."
As Ji Yuan spoke, his eyes looked towards the door of Ju'an Pavilion. Hu Yun's door was not closed tightly, and a gap was visible. A figure appeared outside, so there must be someone standing outside.
Sure enough, there was a knock on the door soon.
“Boom boom boom…”
"come in."
After Ji Yuan said this, the person outside gently pushed open the door. It turned out to be Yang Zong and Lu Xiaoyou. After they entered Ju'an Pavilion, they immediately bowed to Ji Yuan.
"Yang Zong..." "Lu Xiaoyou..."
"Hello, Mr. Ji! Hello, fellow Taoists!"
Except Ji Yuan, they didn't know anyone in the courtyard.
Ji Yuan smiled and waved his hand.
"Compared to Mr. Lu, you two really care about etiquette. No need to be polite. Come in and sit down. We are going to cook red taro."
In addition to the four stone benches in front of the stone table, there are also some bamboo chairs and wooden benches in the yard, so there is no need to worry about not having a seat. Yang Zong and Lu Xiaoyou knew Ji Yuan's temper, so they didn't hesitate to come over and find a stool to sit down. Their eyes naturally fell on the red taro on the table.
"Mr. Ji, we all have red taro here. It seems that my Dazhen is much more efficient now than before."
Yang Zong sighed, while Hu Yun looked at him thoughtfully, and then suddenly asked a question.
"Your name is Yang Zong? It's the same name as the last emperor of Dazhen."
Yang Zong bowed to the young man carrying the sack.
"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me for making fun of you. That was exactly me in the past."
Although this young man should be an illusion, Yang Zong could not see his background. His aura was like that of an ordinary person, but there was a faint spiritual light looming in his body. It seemed that he was definitely not simple.
"Are you really the emperor?"
A few feet above Hu Yun's head, many of the small characters surrounding the "Sword Book" turned around and faced downward, and a few of them made noises.
"He is Yang Zong." "Yes, he is."
"The Emperor Yuande." "That's right!" "He is Mr. Lu's apprentice."
Yang Zong and Lu Xiaoyou looked up and discovered the small characters and a hanging scroll with densely written text. The content was blocked by the ink light, and they didn't know what was written. But they didn't dare to read more for fear of peeping into some magic.
"oh."
Hu Yun responded with this, then carried the sack and went to the kitchen with Zao Niang. It was enough to know that he was the emperor, nothing else mattered.
The Xiezhi had already picked up a red taro, peeled it and took a bite. There was a crunching sound in its mouth.
"What brings you to Ju'an Pavilion?"
Lu Xiaoyou looked at Yang Zong? The latter spoke frankly.
"Mr. Ji? Qianyuan Sect plans to send monks to open up a blessed land outside the sect in Dazhen. There are also plans to send disciples to the Dazhen Heavenly Master. While you are at home, I came to ask for your opinion."
Ji Yuan nodded. Qian Yuanzong’s sense of smell was quite sensitive.
"What objection can I have to the opening of the outer sect blessed land? But you also need to ask the Dazhen court? As for entering the Heavenly Master's Office? I will set a rule? Those who have practiced for more than 30 years should not go there? Lest they bring the habits of the Qianyuan Sect into the Heavenly Master's Office, let Daoyuanzi consider which young and energetic disciples to adapt to future changes."
Yang Zong frowned slightly but soon relaxed and bowed solemnly.
"Yes, I will pass on the message."
"Well, you don't have to ask about other mountain wanderers, small sects, and family cultivators, but there are two places you must know in advance, one is Yuhuai Mountain, and the other is Tongtian River."
After hearing Ji Yuan's words, Yang Zong answered solemnly again.
"Following Mr. Ji's instructions, Master has already gone to Yuhuai Mountain in person as the disciple of Qianyuan Sect's head teacher. We came to you first to inform you, and Master must come. As for Tongtian River, it should be no problem for Master to go there again."
Yang Zong was very clear that the people who had worked together to refine the Immortal Binding Rope back then all had a good relationship, so there shouldn't be much of a problem with the Dragon King of Tongtian River.
Lu Xiaoyou suddenly spoke again at this moment.
"By the way, Mr. Ji, where are the two other places you need to know?"
Ji Yuan looked at Lu Xiaoyou in confusion.
"Two more?"
"Before I came here, the headmaster said that there are six places in Dazhen that need our attention. You are one, Mr. Ji, the Dazhen court is one, Yuhuai Mountain is one, Tongtian River is one, and where are the other two?"
"Fellow Daoyuanzi, why don't you explain it clearly yourself?"
Lu Xiaoyou scratched his head and said.
"The head master said that he only calculated six places, but not every place was clear. Then the master said that if you don't know, come and ask you, sir. He is not here now, so I will ask him first."
Two more places
Ji Yuan was a little confused. Could it be that there was some important place in Dazhen that he, Ji, didn't know about
Liangjie Mountain? No, Liangjie Mountain is already overseas, so it has little to do with Dazhen.
As Ji Yuan was thinking, the little characters above his head started chattering. These little guys firmly believed that the master was powerful, so they also believed that in Dazhen, the master must know everything.
"The master must know!" "Yes, he must know."
"If you can't tell, then you've forgotten!" "Yes, yes, no, no, that's not right. How could a deity like the Master forget?"
"That means it was ignored." "Yes, yes, it was ignored. So where could it be?"
"I know!" "Tell me quickly."
"Yunshan Temple and Netherworld Main Hall."
"Yes, yes, that's right, it must be true, no wonder the master overlooked it!"
"Yes, yes."
The debate among the hundreds of small characters was very noisy, and Ji Yuan and the people present could hear the result clearly in the noise.
Ji Yuan's face showed sudden realization. Indeed, it was not surprising that he would ignore these two places.
"Mr. Ji, where are Yunshan Temple and Youming Main Hall?"
Yang Zong asked immediately. Since all these word spirits knew it, Mr. Ji also looked enlightened, which meant he knew it clearly.
Ji Yuan thought about it and said after careful consideration.
"The main hall of the Netherworld. Come, take a look."
As he spoke, Ji Yuan poured out some of the tea in his cup. The tea flowed onto the stone table and quickly flattened into a shape.
"This is the current territory of Dazhen, this..."
Not only did the graphics change, but they also showed light and dark depths, with one half brighter and the other darker, and the combined shape of the two extended a lot outward on the original map of Dazhen, especially towards the north.
"You can think of this as the underworld with Dazhen as the main area. The visible part is governed by the gods such as the city god and the land god, while the dark part either has no ghosts or relatively few. The Netherworld Hall is in charge of these areas, guiding the souls of the dead, restraining wild ghosts and eradicating evil spirits."
Hell
I have never seen an underworld force of this scale, and it is not a righteous god in the conventional sense
"In the main hall of the netherworld, are there any people offering incense and worshipping?"
"Maybe, but it is mostly worshiped by ghosts. It is a place for true ghost cultivation and should not be underestimated. Well, some of the righteous gods and city gods should have some understanding of the Netherworld Hall and even have dealings with it. Qianyuan Sect can just go and ask."
"yes."
Yang Zong calmed down and thought about whether it would have any impact on Dazhenxing's canonization of ghosts and gods. He would have to make contact first to see. He put this matter aside and continued to ask.
"What about Yunshan Temple?"
Ji Yuan smiled.
"Yunshan Temple doesn't care about these things, so there's no need to ask."
"Yes, I will follow Mr. Ji's instructions."
Since Mr. Ji said so, Yang Zong thought there might be some taboos, so he didn't ask any more questions. At most, he would tell his master and let him figure it out.
Thinking that the important matter had been settled, Yang Zong took out a copper coin with a little hesitation.
"Mr. Ji, is this copper coin left by you?"
Ji Yuan reached out and took it and took a look.
"Zhengyang Tongbao, um, I took Yang Hao out for a stroll and gave it to him as a souvenir when we came back."
"Sir, since Hao'er also caught the coin, unlike me who let the mooncake fall, isn't that right..."
Ji Yuan put the copper coin on the table and pushed it back to Yang Zong's side.
"It's just a memorial. It's not as complicated as you think. If you miss Yang Hao, go to the underworld in Jingji Prefecture to see him. Although the emperor's life span is short, it's only a few years, so he is still here."
"yes… "
Yang Zong responded helplessly, not daring to say anything more. Some words are not beautiful if they are said too much. Mr. Ji has already said it very bluntly.
As an emperor, the path to becoming an immortal was cut off after his death, and the path to becoming a ghost was also very slim. The end of his short life was like the burning out of a lamp. Yang Zong recalled that he was entirely dependent on his master's great magical powers to save him, and at that time he was not even considered a ghost.
"Don't forget to take this copper coin with you when you go to see him."
Ji Yuan was holding a red taro and looking at it. He whispered these words, which made Yang Zongli very happy.
"Sir, are you going to ferry him across?"
Ji Yuan did not comment, weighed the sweet potato in his hand, and thought to himself, maybe in the next life.