That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The water feast of the Sheng family was set up to welcome Dong Yangyan, and the preparations had started more than a month ago, but it was unexpected that Sect Master Sheng was drunk when Young Master Dongyang arrived, so it was delayed for a day.

To say it was a grand feast was actually a bit exaggerated. There was no wide-spread letter to invite hundreds of immortal families, nor did they open their doors to give alms to the city to celebrate together. It was just a change of place to eat and some fancy scenes.

However, I heard that Sect Master Sheng ordered Sankiyuan to keep the gates of the mansion open today, and any monks near Fengmian City who want to come to congratulate him can come to the mansion for a light meal.

The banquet didn't start until sunset, Si Huai was called back by Sheng Jincheng early, he stayed in the room a little bored, so he simply changed his clothes and went out for a walk.

Today, there are a lot of monks in other costumes in Mikihara, in groups of three or four, presumably they are hunting nearby, and come here to grab a bite to eat.

Although it is not a feast for a hundred families, but a welcoming banquet is so ostentatious, and the two marriages will host hundreds of families in the immortal sect in the future, and the scene must be unprecedentedly grand.

No wonder Sheng Jincheng sent someone to get him and Wu Nian back early, but if it was too late, there might not even be a place to eat.

Si Huai slandered secretly in his heart, looked up at the sky, estimated the time, and walked to the place where the banquet was held.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist, stay!" Suddenly someone behind him stopped him loudly, "Which way is the banquet going?"

Si Huai gave a suspicious "hmm", turned around, only felt that the other party looked familiar, and asked, "Are you asking me?"

"Yes..." The person who spoke paused for a while, as if remembering something, he suddenly laughed, and said to his companions: "This is not the one who was with that monk in Plum Garden a few months ago." Cultivator, I said why it looks familiar."

"Really!" Another person echoed, "Didn't you say he is a casual cultivator? Why is he a disciple of the Sheng family? Disrespect and disrespect!"

Si Huai looked down at the clothes on his body. It was sent by Sect Master Sheng not long ago. He said that in order to repay the kindness of saving his life, he specially sent a home dress for him to wear, and invited him to sit on the chairman.

This group of people must have seen this family uniform and mistakenly thought he was a disciple of the Sheng family.

Si Huai heard the yin and yang tone in their words, and without further explanation, he raised his finger and pointed in the opposite direction, turned around and headed towards the banquet place.

Not far away, the voices of those monks came from behind again, the tone was not lowered, as if they were deliberately speaking for him.

"I said, why is it so unlucky that I can still meet that monk here, and I thought he was coming here to beg for food, so someone is here."

"Hey! This is Mikihara, it's better not to talk nonsense. That monk is very capable, and this is a member of the Sheng family. If people hear us, don't we become gossips and make people laugh!"

"What jokes are you afraid of? Don't even think about where a monk has such great skills? There must be something behind the scenes, and I don't know where I learned the skills of catching ghosts and eliminating demons. I run into them everywhere I go. It's very unlucky..."

Si Huai suddenly stopped after walking a long distance, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Many things became more and more troublesome in the end, all because of those people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. They added fuel and vinegar. What happened 300 years ago, when we trace it, we don't know who spread the first sentence of rumors.

If there is no mistake, it should be this group of people who are not capable enough to catch their prey, but they block Wu Nian and Chen Yi in the alley and teach them a lesson.

Those two monks paid attention to virtue and kindness, but he, Si Huai, was not a person who would not take revenge.

In autumn, the sky gets dark early, and when the west is covered with red clouds, the drums and gongs of the banquet start to be loud.

On the eight hundred miles of water, a high platform landed steadily on the water, and the sound of the clank guqin flowed out from under the fingers of the qin girl, melodious and melodious.

More than a dozen painted boats are scattered around the high platform. The middle one is the tallest and widest. There are five small tables lined up. Exquisite dishes and small wines are placed on the tables, which are attractive in color.

The bright moonlight caressed the glazed tiles on the roof of the painting boat, crossed a layer of silvery white to the water surface, and before the lingering sound of the zither stopped, a few huge roars sounded in front, and a few ray of red light came from the water. The water in the distance jumped up and exploded into gorgeous fireworks high in the sky.

The guests got up from the banquet and leaned on the railing to look into the distance. Before they could see all the colorful fireworks, there was another drumbeat on the high platform at the other end. Several dancers in tulle came from the huge He came out from behind the screen and danced barefoot.

"Everyone!" Old Sect Master Sheng got up and walked to the side of the boat, raised the wine glass in his hand to the surrounding guests, and said in a loud voice: "Today is a reception banquet for my future son-in-law. I appreciate your kindness. I would like to respect you first." Everyone, have a cup!"

"Sect Master Sheng, you are polite!" All the guests turned around and went back to the table, raised the small cups on the table, and gave a respectful farewell.

One of them stood up during the banquet, and asked half-jokingly: "Since it is to welcome the future son-in-law, why don't you see Master Sheng Shao?"

Everyone listened to his question, and all looked around at the main painting boat. Only Mr. Sheng and Mr. Dongyang were sitting on the small tables on both sides of old suzerain master Sheng, and there was indeed no sign of the woman.

Dong Yangyan, who had been eating food with a straight face and head down, showed a puzzled look, and looked up at the empty table next to him, as if he had just noticed that the person he least wanted to see hadn't appeared.

Sect Master Sheng smiled and said nothing, put his hand between his lips in a gesture of silence, and pointed to the darkened high platform.

The dancer who danced barefoot did not know when to freeze her figure, her soft figure bent into a graceful posture, like a kapok flower in the rustling autumn.

The red fireworks exploded under the pitch-black sky, turning into countless tiny petals that drifted down and landed on the eaves and in the water. A woman in a scarlet gauze dress came from a high place, stepping on drums and falling In the blooming kapok, it looks like a delicate flower stamen, graceful and moving.

The qin, se and flute played together, and the women on the high platform danced lightly, their red sleeves turned and their skirts fluttered, and the petals falling on the ground were picked up by the breeze, turning into strands of dark fragrance and floating from the stage.

"Isn't that Young Master Sheng?"

I don't know who was the first to recognize the person on the stage, and shouted this sentence loudly.

The surrounding voices became noisy for a while, Si Huai carefully glanced at the quiet monk on the nearby painting boat, lowered his head and took a sip of the wine in the glass, and when he looked up again, Master Sheng Shaozong had finished dancing, and jumped onto the The main boat comes up.

Sheng Lanchu turned around with a smile and hugged all around. She was about to sit down next to Sect Master Sheng, but he stopped her with a drink.

"You sit at the same table as Pingxi." He raised his finger and pointed to the empty seat next to Dong Yangyan.

"My place is here, why should I sit at the same table with him?" Sheng Lanchu snorted coldly and pulled the gauze on her body.

"What is your position? This is reserved for Mr. Lin! Since you have a marriage contract, you will be married sooner or later. How can a young couple sit separately?"

In the last two sentences, Old Sovereign Master Sheng deliberately raised his voice, causing the guests who stretched their necks to watch the scene to sigh.

Sheng Lanchu's cheeks suddenly flushed a little, and she became a little annoyed, "Mr. Lin didn't come, so just move a table when he comes!"

"Who said I didn't come?" A smiling response came from under the painting boat, and everyone looked down, only to see a small boat slowly rowing out from the middle of the two big painting boats, approaching the main painting boat.

Not long after, the person called Mr. Lin boarded the main painting boat from behind, walked out from behind the screen, bowed and hugged Sect Master Sheng, and then asked Sheng Lanchu with a smile, "Did I not offend Young Sect Master?" , why throw fire on my table?"

"Sir, you laughed, Lan Chu was rude." Sheng Lanchu apologized, turned around and sat down beside Dong Yangyan reluctantly.

The latter froze for a moment, moved his body and was about to get up, when Sheng Lanchu pressed him down, and two words came out between his teeth - "Sit down!"

Sect Master Sheng didn't notice the small movements of the two of them, and turned back to order the servants who were waiting at the side to get something. After a while, he saw a few people carrying a table around from behind, and the dancers who were dancing on the high platform just now held their hands. Paper and ink, laid out on the table.

"Mr. Lin's calligraphy is one of the best in Fengmian City. Today just happened to catch up. Why don't you write a few strokes for my sake? It's a beautiful day, beautiful people are in pairs, so let's make us elegant!"

"Sect Master Sheng, how can you refuse?" Mr. Lin glanced at Sheng Lanchu with a smile, took out a jade-colored pen from his sleeve, moistened the ink with one hand, and flattened the rice paper with the other. What is written.

Men of letters have their own pens, just like cultivators have their own swords.

Si Huai only felt that the pen was made very elegantly, and the faint jade color seemed to have a layer of brilliance under the moonlight. something.

As far as he could see, the monk sitting in the corner on the painting boat next to him disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Jincheng poked his head over and asked in a low voice.

Si Huai shook his head, wanted to find an excuse to leave, but felt that it was inappropriate to leave the seat hastily on the main boat, so he looked around absent-mindedly, and suddenly found that the seat next to the seat where Wu Nian was sitting just now happened to be the Those casual cultivators.

The main painting boat is writing poems and writing, and the people on the other boats can't see it, but even so, many people lean against the fence and stretch their necks to watch the excitement, and the monk who speaks in a strange voice is one of them one.

Si Huai's hand quietly reached under the table, squeezed his thumb and forefinger together, and hit the man's crooked waist with a force. The lake just happened to have waves, and the boat tilted and threw him into the lake.

"Someone fell into the water! Someone fell into the water!"

All the guests panicked for a moment, and the eyes of the people on the dozen or so boats were drawn away. Those who saved lives were watching the excitement, and no one paid any attention to the movement on the main boat.

In fact, Wu Nian didn't go far, but got off the boat and sat in a small boat. There was no punter, and no one to talk to. He was the only one meditating on it, twisting Buddhist beads, and let the boat flutter in the wind on the lake.

The [-]-mile marsh is too vast, if there were no more than a dozen big boats standing here, it would really look like a lonely boat with no support on the vast sea.

Si Huaiyue stepped on the fence, used his strength to swipe down, and landed on the boat.

The boat had a shallow draft, and it swayed from side to side for a few times before it stabilized.

The monk who was meditating slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that he was not surprised to see someone coming. He smiled peacefully and asked, "How did Benefactor Qi Zhou come down?"

"Qi Zhou... benefactor?!" Si Huai raised his brows, leaned closer, and saw that his face was a little flushed, and a few wisps of faint wine scent was hidden under the sandalwood scent on his body. Not obvious.

"you've been drinking?"

"Have a drink." Wu Nian put a finger in front of him with a serious expression, his eyes were clear, and he looked sober.

Si Huai stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little dumbfounded for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the monk who abided by the pure rules and precepts went through the cycle of reincarnation, and even got dirty with wine, meat and meat.

"Don't be surprised, benefactor." Wu Nian seemed to know what he was thinking, moved to the side to make room, sighed softly, and continued.

"In today's world, there are very few people who really see through the world of mortals and sincerely shave and practice. Most of them are just poor people who have nowhere to go and find a place to live. Life is the most important thing in life. Ten years of hard work will eventually turn you into a bone, so why be too hard on yourself, being a wine and meat monk is also happy. However, even though the poor monk is a wine and meat monk, he still has Buddha and precepts in his heart."

Si Huai glanced at the space next to him that was only big enough for Xiao Chenyi, gave up the idea of ​​sitting next to him, and simply sat down cross-legged in front of him, looked up at the vast moonlight, and listened to him whispering in his ear. nagging.

I don't know if he was talking nonsense while drunk, or if he was sober and talking about the distress in his heart. Listening to this, he actually felt a strange tranquility in his heart.

Maybe it's because the person next to him is him, even if he is reincarnated and reincarnated, but as long as he is next to him, he will feel that everything in the world is not worth it.

The movement behind him had gradually died down, and the sound of silk and bamboo played again. Si Huai supported his chin on the boat with one hand, and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

"I'm thinking about Meiyuan. Do you still remember? Miss Mei and her sweetheart met in a dream?" Wu Nian's eyes reflected the cool light of the moonlight, which was a little faintly clear.

"Remember, why did you suddenly think of Meiyuan?"

"Today, the shopkeeper said that those who died with a smile on their faces seemed to be having a dream. If it really had something to do with the dream, would there be any connection between these two things?"

"It's absurd to die in a dream, and it's hard to say. Besides, Miss Mei didn't die in a dream, so it may not have anything to do with it."

"No." Wu Nian interrupted him decisively, and took out from his bosom a small piece of broken jade that turned into a torn picture scroll that night.

The blue jade glowed faintly, lying quietly in that white palm.

"This jade hasn't moved for more than two months, and it won't be lit tonight to illuminate the monk and me. It must be that these two things have something to do with each other."

"It's only on tonight..." Si Huai briefly repeated his words, and suddenly felt that the faint light was somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, the guests applauded and cheered from behind, covering the sound of the piano music. Si Huai turned his head and took a look. Through the gap left between the two boats, he happened to see two disciples holding up Mr. Lin's masterpiece.

Si Huai's eyes sank, he turned his head to meet Wu Nian's gaze, and said in a low voice, "That pen!"

The author has something to say: 555 I'm sorry for the little angels who have been waiting for the update. I finally came back from visiting relatives today. I slept all afternoon and couldn't get up. I couldn't catch up with the update in the evening. I was so angry that I caught up with the big chapter in the early morning~~ see The comment section told me to rest early and I was very moved. I will save more manuscripts in the past few days and strive for daily updates. I love you mua~~

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