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After Dijun left, Tang first emphasized the achievements of Dijun and Taiyi in helping Yu control the water, and repaired the temples of Dijun and Taiyi.

Doing this kills two birds with one stone. Shang’s officials will have no objection because Dijun is Qi’s brother, while Xia’s former officials will think that Yu is Xia’s ancestor, and Dijun can still do well by helping Yu Temple. As long as they are honest, they should be fine. won the hearts of the people.

Then, because of Si Gui's lessons learned from the past, Tang restored all the Huangzhu temples that had been demolished, and built some new ones himself.I don't want immortals to take pictures in the future, as long as I don't look like Si Gui, Tianliang Shang died.

Seeing that Tang was so sensible, Huang Zhu also took time off to go to the temple to handle official business.

Of course, first of all, he wants to attend the retreat meeting of Tianting Publishing Group.

Speaking of this meeting, the Three Realms have held meetings recently, which is the trend brought about by Tianting Publishing.

Originally, the ascetics at this time were very practical. Whatever they wanted to do, they would do it as soon as they met in a few places.But because they live a long life, have immortal skills, and are highly efficient, they often have nothing to do.

When there is nothing to do, everyone still looks for something to do. When looking for something, it is inevitable that they will collide with each other and cause conflicts. If conflicts arise, they will hold a meeting to discuss them.

Later, everyone found out that meetings are quite fun, sitting together to quarrel and chat, so everyone likes to hold meetings for big and small matters.There was also delicious food and drink being served, causing Huang Zhu to feel that those were more like parties than "meetings".

Meetings have become popular, and various tricks have been played. After the news spread, everyone held meetings for everything and invited people to get together. It was really no different from a party.

This retreat, although there is business to do, but the supply of various melons and fruits is also indispensable.

The so-called retreat is a meeting held at the beginning of a period (such as a year) to discuss future work arrangements, and it is inevitable to summarize past work achievements.

Huang Zhu sat on the chairman's seat, saw everyone scrolling through the manuscript, and started eating and chatting, so he coughed and said, "Finish what you should say as soon as possible, let me go first, I'm going to the temple to handle business."

Yun Xiao said: "Master Uncle, the Heavenly Court Pantao Festival will be held soon, are you still in the lower realm?"

Flat peaches are also one of the top ten spiritual roots. Many are planted in the gardens of Yaochi. They are divided into those that ripen once in 3000 years, those that ripen in 6000 years, and those that ripen in 9000 years. They have different tastes and effects.

In the past, when the flat peaches were ripe, Yao Chi would send them to other families to taste.This time, the 3000-year-old flat peaches were ripe, and because of the popularity of the meeting, Yaochi also rushed to catch up with the popularity, and held a flat peach meeting, inviting everyone to her place.

"Ao Bing gave me the itinerary, he said squeeze, make a time difference." Huang Zhu said.

Ao Bing explained: "Recently, the chairman has a lot of schedules, so that's the only way."

Because Huang Zhu was in a hurry, everyone was asked to finish reading his speech quickly, and then Huang Zhu clapped the case, "You guys talk, I'll go first!"

The chairman left the table gracefully, and everyone responded with a coaxing sound. Seeing Huang Zhu walking handsomely to the door, he couldn't move anymore.

Looking down, it turned out that Yang Jue was hugging his leg, "Teacher, where are you going, take me with you!"

Huang Zhu looked down and was startled, "Why are you here? I obviously left you and Chi Ming behind..."

Chiming poked his head out from Yang Jie's neckline, and said angrily, "I knew the teacher did it on purpose!"

Huang Zhu said awkwardly: "I'm not here to play, I'm going to deal with business."

"It doesn't matter, we have to go!" Yang Jue hugged Huang Zhu's arm, hanging on it to act shamelessly.

Huang Zhu didn't need to look back to feel that his employees were already eating melons while watching the good show here, so he picked up Yang Jie and walked out quickly: "Okay, okay, I'll take you there."

Huang Zhu led Chi Ming and Yang Jue to his own temple, Yang Jue saw his statue, pointed at it and said, "Teacher, who is that?"

"...This is my idol."

Huang Zhu was also a little helpless, everyone who had seen him had long since died, and the photos he had with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors had been destroyed and lost in time.In addition, the style popular in this era is relatively primitive, so his statue is really a bit abstract.

It seems that only the sense of age is right, and the facial features do not know who they look like. If you go to the surrounding temples, you will find that most male gods look similar, but there are some differences in clothes, hairstyles and beards... …

Look at the temple again, the incense is still quite strong.

The national power of the Shang Dynasty was stronger than that of the Xia Dynasty, and it also paid attention to enlightenment. The monarch even organized ministers to write national laws.

Moreover, Huang Zhu deeply suspected that they were influenced by Di Jun, the gossip little prince. The whole people love divination, no matter the income, travel, disease, or even the weather, they can predict it through divination.

So when Huang Zhu came down, there were quite a lot of people in his temple.Thanks to the king's encouragement, scholars, especially those who are about to take the exam, will come to Huangzhu Temple to ask questions, and there are also many parents who seek literary talents for their children.

Huang Zhu sat on the altar, and Yang Jue lay on his lap, watching him listen to the wishes of ordinary people.

I found it interesting at first, but it will become boring after listening to it, because it is all the same content, similar with minor differences.

Huang Zhu knew this would happen a long time ago, that's why he didn't bring them here, making them think he was here for something fun.

Suddenly, a scholar came to the Huangzhu Temple. He looked no different from other believers. He just knelt in front of the statue and began to burn a manuscript with incense candles, muttering: "I beg the Immortal Huangzhu to accept it." My manuscript..."

At this time, among the human race, those who can submit manuscripts to the Heavenly Court for publication are nobles.Only the aristocrats have the conditions to pass on poems and books to their families. The poor have no idea what their ancestors are called for generations, let alone writing and reading novels.

Although this scholar is dressed in shabby clothes, he behaves quite gracefully and can write novels. Maybe his family was once prosperous.

At this time, the human race still used bamboo slips to record events, and the nobles who wrote books had magic tools. When scholars burned manuscripts, they burned bamboo slices in handfuls, which was called a smoky fire.

Huang Zhu was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect there to be such a scholar in the world. He couldn't get a magic weapon, or he could contact someone from Tianting Publishing, so he submitted his manuscript in this way!

After watching this scene, Miao Zhu asked someone to drive the scholar out, "You are here to worship or burn the temple! Let's go!"

The scholar went out in embarrassment with the remaining bamboo pieces.

Huang Zhu was curious, so he picked up Yang Jue, put Chi Ming on his shoulder, and walked out.

I saw that the scholar didn't give up after being kicked out, he went outside and set up a table with a table, put incense on it, and burned manuscripts in a basin.He muttered words in his mouth, according to the way passed down in the world, invite immortals.

The human race often encounters various disasters, and they also have a way to seek help. They seek help from various gods, and the one who seeks the most is Nuwa.

Sometimes, they will encounter troubles such as the gods are busy, and they will not show up in the temple, so they will set up an altar and ask the passing gods to help them.

The scholar lit the incense, and a wisp of green smoke went up to the sky with the wind. With the scholar's belief, if a passing god saw it and happened to be fine, he might really come down to listen to his wish.

The scholar read: "Which god is passing by, please help Xiaosheng, and send the manuscript to Huangzhushangxian, or the great fairy from Tianting Publishing..."

Huang Zhu thought to himself, the last time someone asked other gods to bring him something, it seemed to be Jian Di, she asked Nu Wa to bring sacrifices to Huang Zhu...

A passer-by saw that he was interested and asked him, "Brother, what are you asking for?"

The scholar said: "I want to contribute to Tianting Publishing, but I have no other way, so I have to come to the temple and burn it to Huangzhu Shangxian, but I was driven out by the temple, so I had to ask the passing gods to help me deliver the manuscript."

"Communicate with the fairy world through letters, only the nobles can do it, and of course they won't help you contribute." The passer-by said, "It's just how much you want to contribute to Tianting Publishing. After Xia, there are not many deeds of Huang Zhu appearing as immortals. Your manuscript may not be seen."

Some gods are keen to perform miracles, while others are more aloof. Huangzhu belongs to the latter, and the temple was demolished because others avenged him.

The scholar said: "But this is the only way for me now. I want to ask the gods to give me a fairy medicine. My mother is seriously ill in bed. The doctor said that there is no way to recover. Only the fairy medicine can save me."

Passers-by were speechless, "This is even more vague..."

The scholar said sadly: "I don't have any merits for God to give me immortal medicine. I only wrote the book in that room. Wenyou Zexian is a good story that has been passed down since ancient times. I only hope that Huangzhu Shangxian, or who The passer-by god saw that my writing caught my eye, so I don't want anything else, I just want to ask for medicine for my mother."

Passers-by were moved by his spirit, and in order to support him, they also burned a stick of incense, and another wisp of green smoke curled up into the sky.

The scholar bowed to the passers-by, his figure was particularly shabby in the cold wind.

Yang Jue didn't know when he woke up, so he pushed Huang Zhu's shoulder in his arms, "Teacher, let's help him, he is so pitiful."

Huang Zhu stretched out his hand and fetched the manuscript that the scholar had burned, looked at it, and said with some regret: "The writing is mediocre, the story is mediocre, alas, as long as there is something good about the two, I can sign the contract."

"Teacher, it's for his mother's sake, he's not for himself." Yang Jue said.

"I didn't say I wouldn't help him," Huang Zhu said, "It's not for anything else, it's just for his 'crazy'. Well, just, we can't be too hasty, how about..."

Huang Zhu walked along the green smoke to the sky above the altar, showing his figure, "The scholar, report your name."

The scholar suddenly realized that there was really a fairy coming, and hurriedly kowtowed, "My name is Fang Meng, great fairy." He looked up at the young fairy with a fat bird on his shoulder and a child in his hand, and said excitedly, " Please, Daxian, take a look at my manuscript!"

"Shut up, I already know about it." Huang Zhu said lightly, waving his sleeves and rolled up the scholar Fang Meng, "Don't say anything, act with caution."

Fang Meng only felt that his body was light, and he floated to the sky with the fairy. He followed the fairy, and saw the fairy put down the fairy boy from his arms, and rode the cloud to the ninth heaven.

In the sky, the immortal entered the Immortal Palace again. All the glittering immortals shuttled here. Fang Meng was in a trance and heard an immortal greeting the immortal: "Really, bring the eldest disciple and the second disciple together?" Yo, Yang Jiedu It's grown so big."

The immortal and the passing gods nodded respectively, and led him to a seat in the hall.

Fang Meng secretly thought that he didn't know the origin of the passer-by gods he had invited to sit so high in the fairy palace, and many gods saluted him respectfully.

The fairy music fluttered in his ears, and Fang Meng thought he was dreaming.Moreover, he found a very important thing - it seems that no one can see him, just like he is transparent.

Fang Meng saw a little boy walking to the side of the fairy, pulling the fairy boy beside the fairy to play, he opened his mouth to say, can you see me too, but he caught a glimpse of a warning look from the fairy, and quickly closed it mouth, thinking of the fairy saying "don't speak".

Fang Meng thought to himself, since the immortal knew what I wanted, why didn't he just give me the immortal medicine, instead took me to a banquet?

When he was wondering, Xian'e came up from the hall to perform singing and dancing.Because of his mother's concern, Fang Meng didn't like it very much.

Not long after, Xian'e brought a plate of huge peach fruits and distributed them on the tables of the immortals present.

Fang Meng smelled a burst of fragrance, and felt that the whole person was much more relaxed, and his eyes and ears were clear.

What fairy fruit is this?Fang Meng thought to himself.

I saw the immortal's disciple running back, leaning on the immortal, asking for peaches to eat.

The immortal seemed to teach him with deep meaning: "Do you know that this is one of the ten great spiritual roots of innate flat peaches, which ripen once in 3000 years. If ordinary people eat it, they will live forever."

Fang Meng was startled, the immortal's eldest disciple was a fairy boy, not a mortal, why the immortal told him what would happen to a mortal if he ate it, obviously he was talking to himself.

When Fang Meng was pondering, he saw Xiantong throw the peach on the ground, and laughed a few times.

Fang Meng's eyes straightened, he stared at Taozi, Taozi and Immortal, and found that Immortal had a calm expression on his face, and even gave him an encouraging look.

Fang Meng stepped forward tremblingly, knelt down and picked up the peach in his hand.

If you eat this peach, you can attain enlightenment.

Fang Meng swallowed, gritted his teeth, picked a piece from the peach, put the rest on the table, and whispered, "Immortal, this small piece is enough."

As soon as he spoke, the gods next to him suddenly turned their heads, as if they had just seen him, and said in surprise: "Really, who is this, a mortal, how could he enter the Peach Fair without permission?"

Fang Meng's heart tightened, and he thought angrily, why did he forget that the immortal said not to speak?Will this break the rules and cause the immortal to be punished?

Fang Meng looked at the immortal nervously, only to hear the immortal say calmly: "It doesn't matter, it's just one of my believers, and I will send it to the lower realm."

believer?Fang Meng was confused, and saw the fairy smiled gently at him, and then blew out a blue cloud, supported his body, and pushed him out.

Fang Meng's body drifted away with the blue clouds, and finally he heard someone calling the immortal by name: "Huang Zhu!"

Fang Meng suddenly opened his eyes wide, Huang Zhu? !

……

Huang Zhu turned his head, looked at Hongyun and said, "Senior Brother Hongyun, long time no see, where is Senior Brother Zhen Yuanzi, you didn't appear together?"

Hong Yun smiled and said: "He was reminiscing about the past, I saw you coming to say hello. Hey, who was that mortal just now? Where did you get him?"

"Send it back to the human world." Huang Zhu told Hong Yun how he heard Fang Meng's wish, brought him to the sky, gave him a flat peach, and Fang Meng only took a small piece.

Hong Yun listened with relish, and finally said in admiration: "This is a good human race. I admire him. He can resist such a big temptation and fulfill his promise."

After adding Huang Zhu to the drink, Fang Meng's figure appeared. Fang Meng was sent back to his home by Qingyun. After suddenly waking up, he rushed to the bed and fed a small piece of flat peach to his dying mother.His mother recovered immediately after eating the flat peaches.

Mother was also surprised and asked Fang Meng where he came from.

Fang Meng said gratefully: "I met Huang Zhushangxian and his eldest disciple Yang Jue. They gave it to me." He held his mother's hand and said, "Mom, wait until I have money." Now, I must go to make a golden body for Huangzhu Shangxian, and his first disciple, there should be a servant boy next to the statue!"

That fairy boy is also a good person, throw the flat peach to him.

In the sky, Yang Jie smiled and said: "He met the teacher, and hoped that when he sculpted the golden body, he could restore the teacher's appearance."

Chiming, on the other hand, jumped on Huang Zhu's shoulder and cursed: "This idiot human race, I am the big disciple!!"