Jiang Ziya braves the wind and snow to reach Mount Shouyang.
Actually, Mount Shouyang is very close to Xīqǐ, Líshān, and other places.
In the original timeline, Jiang Ziya ascended the stage to pay homage and left Ji Fa to watch over the house while he took his 600,000 troops out of Qíshān, heading east. The first stop was Mount Shouyang, followed by Golden Rooster Ridge to fight Kong Xuan.
The Buddha of Enlightenment sent Jiang Ziya here, also considering his advanced age and low cultivation, fearing that he might run too far and eventually die exhausted by the roadside, thereby adding more karmic causes for himself.
The Taqing Saint had just finished communicating with his two younger brothers. His stance in the Chuanjiao and Jiejiao sects was still to help neither, observing the performance of his disciples from the two sects at this time, he naturally would not see Jiang Ziyao.
The Golden Horn and Silver Horn stood at the entrance of the cave mansion, blocking Jiang Ziya's path.
The two disciples were originally a bit arrogant. As they saw Jiang Ziya, this old man with low cultivation, their expressions showed some impatience.
"The Saintly Lord is currently in seclusion, General. If there are any flaws, you may wait quietly at the door. If there are any matters, please return first and come again next time." Jinjiao dropped a sentence and was about to close the door.
Jiang Ziyang looked bitter. "General? I'm wearing a Taoist robe, not a military uniform."
"Stay a moment, stay a moment. Ah, may I know if Master Xuan bothers to accept me?" He felt somewhat heartbreaking as people refused to engage with him and he had to lower his status while maintaining the dignity of Master Yuan Shi Tianzun, this cry of brother was somewhat heartbreaking.
The Silver Horn's mouth curled up in a slight sneer: "Even Master Xuan is in seclusion. Is there anything else? If not, I'll be closing the door now."
Jiang Ziyang bowed deeply again and again. Although the two disciples were unwilling, they had to follow suit in bowing.
"Master Xuan asked the two disciples to inform that Yu Yuan, relying on the power of his treasure money, had seized the Master's Tianfawhip. Today, he wanted to borrow Taqing Saint's Taiji Diagram for use in capturing Yu Yuan and retrieving Master's Tianfawhip. Afterwards, he would immediately return the Taiji Diagram and absolutely would not damage the Saint's treasure."
He went on at length, and even though the faces of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn turned pale, he still maintained basic politeness and finished his words.
The Golden Horn laughed heartily, pointing at Jiang Ziyang's nose: "We originally thought that this old man just lacked celestial karma, but now we see that he lacks wisdom as well. The treasures of the Saintly Lord are something that you such an old man cannot touch! No need to say more, go quickly!"
Go quickly basically meant to go away quickly.
Jiang Ziyang wanted to say something more, but with a "thump," the two disciples closed the gate.
He didn't even get a piece of paper to borrow on this trip, let alone the Taiji Diagram. He had to go back.
Jiang Ziyang left that day and returned the same day.
The Buddha of Enlightenment hadn't had much hope for him in the first place. Not being able to borrow anything was normal; it would have been strange if he had. The three teachings are one family, so why should Taqing lend his most precious treasure to the Chuanjiao to fight against the Jiejiao? It was all a move of leisure, and by relying on Jiang Ziyang's face and contribution, the Buddha of Enlightenment roughly understood the thoughts of Taqing Saint, which was the gain.
The people of Xīqǐ began to wait for news from Yang Jian. In the Buddha's view, Deng Changyu was young, thin-skinned, and easy to deceive, so this was the biggest hope.
As a result, on the first day, Yang Jian didn't return, and on the second day, there was still no news. He had been waiting for seven or eight days in a row when Yang Jian seemed to have disappeared as if he had vanished into thin air without sending back any news.
The originally composed Buddha was a bit confused. The people of Chuanjiao began to ask him, especially Huang Longzhen, who asked him every day, "Has Yang Jian's junior apprentice returned? When will Yang Jian's junior apprentice return?"
He couldn't tell what had happened as the heavens were shrouded in confusion.
He felt a bit suspicious in his heart, and putting himself in Yang Jian's shoes, he thought it might not be a rebellion. Looking at Yang Jian with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he rebelled faster than him? This isn't the Honghuang era!
Time quickly arrived at the fifteenth day of the third lunar month.
The preparations for the celebrations had already been made. After all, this was not the Spring Festival Gala, so there was no need to be limited to that small stage. From the Eastern Mount Weiqi to the Western Mount Emei, this area of Wu Gua temples were holding various celebrations. NanDu was the main venue, and those in other places could also take a look.
"Teacher, I've already started over here."
Nuwa paused for a few breaths in the Wu Gao Palace and assumed a pose that showed she had just finished her practice: "You child, you're busy with these empty things. With this time, wouldn't it be better to absorb more Heaven and Earth spiritual energy? Remember that the Tao is the foundation of cultivators."
He first assumed the traditional posture of a teacher, telling Deng Changyu to refrain from arrogance and distractions, and to focus on cultivating. It wasn't until after he made a difficult expression that he said: "Fine then, the Guantian Mirror that Qingluan cultivated a few days ago is quite good. I'll ask her to take it out in a while. I'll be able to see it from the Wu Gao Palace without wasting your efforts."
Qingluan: ""
Ah, that mirror was me who cultivated it!
Nuwa adjusted her viewing posture slightly, supporting her chin with her hand, and pondered for a moment before softly asking: "Little Qing, do you think it would be better for me to go to the scene and watch?"
Qingluan shook her hand repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please don't go! The dignity of the Saint, dignity, you know!"
"Then let the Lishan go?"
"What's the difference between that and you going in person?!"
Under the earnest persuasion of Qingluan, Nuwa finally dismissed the idea of going to the scene for a playful watch.
She waved her sleeve, indicating that the "multitude" of Wu Gao Palace could come and watch together.
The Phoenix had already finished its metamorphosis a few days ago, returned the red embroidered ball, and went down to find playmates.
At this moment, over in the Tai Su Tian realm, the nine spirit essences of the golden suns, the roots of the Wutong tree, and Qingluan all gathered together to watch the "live broadcast" of the celebration.
The Deng Wu Shu in NanDu recited a memorial article of one incense stick in length, and then the celebration officially began.
The first program at the venue was the "Golden Bull Stirring Spring!"
The five-colored divine bull had applied a layer of gold dust all over itself and was messing around with something that looked somewhat like a red embroidered ball in the side.
The ball cannot fall to the ground.
Before Deng Changyu asked the five-colored divine bull to perform a program, the divine bull was somewhat dissatisfied. "I have to fight, till the soil, and now I also have to perform? How much money am I getting?"
After hearing that this was a celebration of the Saint, the divine bull immediately said, "I'll give you a night of chaos!"
At this moment, the five-colored divine bull was playing by bouncing that ball on its head, preparing to "create chaos" for a whole night.
Yin's wife organized six dragon boat teams, competing on the tributary of the Han River outside NanDu. Jinza stood on a dragon boat and beat the drum. All six teams were rowing with their best efforts, and the aquatic creatures in the river were also organized. From time to time, shrimp soldiers and crab generals would jump out to add a little difficulty to the dragon boat teams.
Although it was all pre-rehearsed, the audience in the Nuwa Palace would be very anxious when they saw their favorite team lagging behind. When the team caught up, they would then show satisfied expressions.
Li Jing didn't wield a sword, instead, he took out the thirty-three-layer Bell-like Jade Pagoda and created a game similar to a room escape. His second son, Muzha, served as the administrator inside. Whoever could solve the puzzle on the first level could get a small gift, then move on to the second level, and so on. The top level offered a hundred two gold coins as a reward.
Where did Jinza and Muzha come from? These two were visiting relatives, right? Is it that Wen Shu and Puxian are preparing another backup plan outside the Western teachings to please Nuwa in advance? It's not certain, but it can be said that this idle move has no cost, a random move may come in handy someday.
