Weird fairy

Chapter 508 On the Road
"The fragrance is deep and deep to match the universe, the burning fragrance penetrates the gate of heaven, the golden bird runs like a cloud of arrows, and the jade rabbit shines like a wheel."

Lu Zhuangyuan, who was putting one foot on the carriage and the other drooping, was holding shredded tobacco and stuffing it into the pipe, frowned when he heard the familiar sound of chanting a mantra.

He followed the sound, and saw beside the bonfire, his youngest son, Lu Xiucai, was pouting his buttocks, holding a stick of incense, chanting and describing something to a canvas.

"Hmph! I pray every day and read it every day. I'm not so filial to my own father!"

However, no matter what Lu Zhuangyuan said, Lu Xiucai in the distance was still diligently reciting the general mantra.

"The Nanchen Beidou is full of sky, and the clouds of five colors are noisy. The temple is opened in the Ziwei Palace. The jade girl in Taoyuan invites the gods. The journey of thousands of miles invites the gods. all lords"

After Lu Xiucai read it three times diligently with gratitude, he carefully inserted the burnt incense in his hand into the soil.

He bowed three times to the canvas, and when he put the painting away, Gouwa, who was lying on the side, rubbed his eye feces and opened his eyes.

"Scholar, why are you howling every day? I was woken up by you early in the morning, and I didn't see you howling when I practiced the gods of the White Lotus Sect in the past."

Lu Xiucai looked at him with contempt, "After finishing the training in one word, of course I have to practice the Erlingtu next, and the exercises are of course different."

"Although you have the few things that the master gave you, you will be like this all your life. You can only rely on foreign things and can't make half a step forward. I am different. I am better than before every day. It won't be long before I can overtake you!"

Gouwa waved his hand impatiently like waving a fly, turned around and planned to go back to sleep.

"Yeeee~ah~~ah~ah~"

The jagged voices of the apprentices in Lu's class caused Gou Wa to cover his head with a pillow in pain.

In this situation, it was naturally impossible for him to fall asleep, so he sat up abruptly with an irritable expression on his face, and walked towards the stream to wash.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the water in the creek is very cool, and it is very comfortable to stand in it.

When Gouwa came back from a long stroll, Lu Juren's daughter-in-law Luo Juanhua had already made breakfast, and today's meal was steamed buns with wild vegetables and dried salted radishes.

With his eyes slightly closed, Gouwa took a sip of the steamed bun with dried salted radish, and shook his head involuntarily. "It's far worse than a child's craft."

Luo Juanhua is not used to him, after staying together for so long, she has figured out Gouwa's position in Niuxin Village.The whole thing is a gag.

"Yo, Master Dog, our Lu's class is food, if you don't like it, then go back."

"Hey, do you think I'm happy? Brother Li hasn't come back for so long. If it wasn't for the village insisting that someone come out to inquire about the news, I would be willing to go out with you to endure hardships? I don't have any ideas in the early morning. What's the road for this day? Hurry up."

"No, didn't you earn a lot of money from singing fan operas? Why is it so useless?" Gou Wa complained while holding the bowl of paomo and started drinking.

And Lu Zhuangyuan, who heard this, conjured up a salted duck egg from nowhere, first put the oily duck egg yolk into his three-year-old granddaughter's bowl, and then put the duck egg white into the dog's bowl. baby bowl.

"Master Cao, you must not leave. Now that the army is in turmoil, the Lu clan is counting on you and the dog to protect them. If you go back, that old man, I really dare not go to Beijing."

Hearing this, Lu Xiucai stood up with a swipe. "Old bone! Who the hell are you calling a dog!"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Gou Wa acted helplessly as a peacemaker and persuaded them to start a fight.

He was just talking about it, if Gao Zhijian and Xiao Man knew that they didn't even get to the capital and ran back halfway, they would have to scold themselves to death.

This simple breakfast ended amidst the noise, and the three carriages of Lu's class began to drive towards Shangjing along the dirt road.

"Shangjing, that's the imperial city of Daliang. I heard that it's the largest city in the whole world. It must be more magnificent than Yinling City." Luo Juanhua's eyes were full of longing. She had heard of this place name when she was a child. , but this name has only existed in legends.

Following her words, the whole class of Lu's family suddenly became lively, talking about the exaggerated legends about Shangjing that they heard from the shopkeeper.

Just when Lu Juren was walking silently like an old ox with his daughter in his arms, he saw his father walking beside him.

"Juren, we have made a lot of money here in Daliang. When we get to Beijing, let's ask about the land price. If we don't owe much, then we can borrow some from the little Daoist, and then we can borrow some money in the largest city in the world." Buy a theater here!"

When it comes to the word theater, Lu Zhuangyuan's eyes are almost shining. It can be said that he has lived for these two words all his life.

In the past, it was always an unattainable dream, but when we arrived in Daliang, we finally saw hope.

"When the theater building is up, let's move the ancestral graves here. When that happens, oops~ it will be very beautiful just thinking about it."

Just when Lu Zhuangyuan was beautiful, Gouwa on the side leaned over, "Okay, let me tell you why you agreed so readily when you were in Niuxin Village, so it wasn't because you were looking for Senior Brother Li."

"Hey, I'll look for that too, but I think the little Daoist has great powers, so there's no need to worry about him. You may not be able to help him with things that can stump him."

In Lu Zhuangyuan's heart at this time, Li Huowang was completely a land fairy, the kind who would ascend to immortality in a short time.

"Hey, that's not sure, maybe he fell ill again on the way?"

A group of people walked while talking, but the energy of these people didn't last long. The sun gradually centered in the sky, and everyone was so hot that they didn't have the strength to speak.

When they saw a pond at the head of the village, they were overjoyed and rushed over to wash their faces and drink water.

"Father, there is finally a village here. Let's go to the village to borrow a stove. The weather is so poisonous these days, and it's really unbearable to light a fire outside." Luo Juanhua, who wiped her daughter's face, complained to Lu Zhuangyuan.

Lu Zhuangyuan nodded after thinking for a while, "Well, don't give money for now, first ask if there is any business in the village, if so, you can save a meal."

Feeling much cooler, they led the carriage and walked towards the village. The village was very big, and many people came out with bowls, leaning on their own gates and pointing at Lu Jiaban.

Lu Zhuangyuan didn't look for them, but silently looked at the door. If he wanted to have a meal, he had to find the richest man in the village. The mud legs who planed food in ordinary soil had no spare money to listen to the opera.

After walking around for a while, Lu Zhuangyuan's eyes suddenly lit up. Inside the fence of a family, bundles of tobacco leaves were drying.

He asked the old man who was holding a big bamboo tube and smoking a waterpipe, "What's the price of your tobacco leaves? I bought some, and I just ran out."

"What? It's so expensive! Man, I don't want you to cut it, and I don't want you to dry it, I will do it myself."

Lu Zhuangyuan was soft and hard, and finally used five copper coins to buy a large handful of tobacco leaves that had just been picked from the ground and were not yet broken.

"Hey." Lu Zhuangyuan held the thing in his hand and was very happy. With so much tobacco and some chili leaves in it, it can be smoked for more than half a year without a little smoking.

"Father! Father! There seems to be some movement over there, like the sound of a gong!"

(End of this chapter)