Chapter 73: Watching the Moon While Drunk

Chapter 73: Watching the Moon While Drunk

Chapter 73: Watching the Hundred Scenes of the Moon while Drunk (-in-)

Since Feng Jihu said so, Cheng Xinzhan had no time to be polite and started to choose immediately.

The first thing he chose was the morning glory, also known as the morning glory seed, which Feng Jihu had just used to cast a spell and transmit sound. The butterfly-shaped flower is a kind of orchid with flowers of different colors on one plant, called the colorful butterfly orchid.

Then Feng Jihu took the initiative to dig some flowers and plants with healing properties, such as white iris, calamus, Panax notoginseng, ginseng grass, etc. These can be used as medicine and can also be used to make elixirs.

Finally, we need to choose a main tree that can harmonize the five elements of Feng Shui for Cheng Xinzhan’s cave.

"From what you just said, you are in a bamboo forest, so you have the Wood element. There is a pond in the forest, so you have the Water element. You live in a cave, so you have the Metal and Earth elements. What you are missing is Fire. If you want Fire, choose a persimmon or pomegranate tree! I'll take you to the orchard to dig a big one, and it will bear fruit this year."

"Then it's the persimmon tree."

Cheng Xinzhan still prefers persimmon trees, with lush branches and leaves in spring and summer, and bright red fruits in autumn. In winter, when the autumn leaves fall, bright red persimmons hang on the twisted branches, like lanterns, swaying in the snow, which is extremely beautiful.

Especially in late autumn, when the white frost appears, pick a basket of persimmons and make persimmon cakes, which are really delicious. When his mother was alive when he was a child, he liked this the most.

So Feng Jihu took the flowers and plants he had dug up, led him out of the yard, came to the orchard not far away, and found an old persimmon tree with thick, short branches and dense branches.

Feng Jihu was worthy of being the first to open the Wooden Palace. He just made a gesture and the old persimmon tree seemed to crawl out of the ground by itself, and its roots automatically came out of the soil.

Feng Jihu held the old tree and asked Cheng Xinzhan to lead the way to Meiji Mountain, and he planted it right away. And the flowers and plants he had just dug up were not just put into the ground. The soil, light, and water sources all had their own requirements.

Cheng Xinzhan was naturally happy, but there was no need for Feng Jihu to carry the tree over. He took the tree and threw it into the cave rock. There was still enough space.

Feng Jihu was a little surprised. He also had a cave stone, but it was a small one and he spent a lot of money on it. The space inside was only five feet square and could not accommodate the tree.

"You actually got such a good thing."

"I saved a rich young man outside, and he gave it to me out of his wealth."

Cheng Xinzhan said with a smile.

The two of them then left on clouds, one on a red cloud and the other on a blue cloud. I vaguely remember that when they first met, Cheng Xinzhan was riding on a blue cloud.

It falls straight to the Wuyou Cave in the Meiji Mountain Green Bamboo Forest.

"This is a precious place, the scenery is so unique!"

Feng Jihu praised him.

"It's not as elegant as Brother Dao's courtyard."

The two of them praised each other and started to work. Feng Jihu was obviously an expert in garden decoration. He first cleared the green bamboo from Wuyou Cave to the pond to make the view more open. He also cultivated a medicinal field by the pond and planted the flowers and plants dug from Dujuan Valley. Among them, calamus loved water and was placed on a rock reef in the pond.

Then Cheng Xinzhan was asked to bring out a persimmon tree, which was placed on the left front side of Wuyou Cave. It immediately served as the finishing touch, making the bamboo forest less monotonous and showing the tender color of the water green bamboo. It will surely be more eye-catching in autumn and winter.

There were no tables and chairs in Wuyou Cave, so the two used the bamboo they had just cleaned to make tables and chairs. They split the bamboo with swords, bent it with fire, and wove it with thoughts. Soon, several bamboo chairs were made. When they found that there were not enough bamboos, they opened up a path from the open space to the edge of the cliff. Luoyun would land here and follow the path to the front of Wuyou Cave.

The cleaned bamboos were not only woven into a long table, but also into two bamboo couches.

Finally, when the two of them finished packing, the sun had already set.

The two men moved a bamboo couch to the edge of the cliff and half-lay on it. The white dog also jumped onto it and lay happily on it.

Outside the cliff, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds and the sun is as bright as orange.

"Such a beautiful scenery, wouldn't it make people nostalgic?"

Feng Jihu said slowly.

"We seek immortality, isn't it because we covet this beautiful land and mountains, with its infinite beauty?"

Cheng Xinzhan responded.

The two of them watched the sunset quietly without saying anything. The white dog wagged its tail, rested its head on its owner's lap, and took a nap. The setting sun gave the white dog a golden edge.

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As the sky gradually darkened, two people and a dog came to the kitchen of Xiao Wanshan.

The banquet that Cheng Xinzhan had ordered was held on an open-air platform with a large long table. The platform was lined with persimmon and orange trees. The trees had not borne fruit yet, but hung with persimmon-shaped and orange-shaped fiery red lanterns, lighting up the platform.

There were already a few people there when the two arrived.
"Brother Wanhua!"

"Brother Lingzhi!"

"Qun Yu!"

Cheng Xinzhan greeted warmly.

Several people stood up and responded with a smile.

"You held this banquet just in time. Some of us have been in seclusion or leaving the sect in the past two years. We haven't gathered together for a long time. Last year, many of us opened houses, but because we couldn't gather together, no one held it. Now that everyone is here, we must have a good time tonight!"

Tian Lingzhi laughed and said that he was the one who opened the mansion and the wooden mansion right after He Jiyuan, and now he was the true disciple of an old Taoist priest on Mount Ni. He was both a Taoist priest and a meritorious official, but he was a generation higher than those present.

Luo Wanhua opened up the Water Palace. He opened it last winter. He is now Pu Jixuan’s junior fellow apprentice, and his Taoist name is Jishi.

Nie Qunyu hasn't set up a mansion yet, but it seems that he is almost there.

Everyone sat down and chatted, and as they talked, more and more people came in twos and threes.

"Brother Wanchun!"

Deng Wanchun is here.

Deng Wanchun went to the Jin Mansion he had built in autumn, and now he concentrates on practicing flying sword in Toujian Mountain.

Soon after, He Jiyuan came with a loud voice.

"what?"

As everyone was talking and laughing, a person Cheng Xinzhan didn't recognize suddenly walked in.

On the other side, Feng Jihu, He Jiyuan, Luo Jishi and other people from Lantern Street stood up together.

"Xianyou!"

Hearing the name, Cheng Xinzhan guessed who the person was, Wang Xianyou, who had a status similar to that of Li Tian Lingzhi in Guteng Street. He was the leader of Lantern Street. It was said that he had excellent comprehension and profound Taoism, and many people had received his guidance.

This is a real man, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, white clothes fluttering in the wind, with loose hair and bare chest, thin and fair, like a person from the Wei and Jin dynasties.

However, this person's cultivation method is special, and it is difficult for him to open up a palace. He was in seclusion when the clouds entered the mountain, and he had not come out when he left the sect. I didn't expect to see him today.

"I came here uninvited. When I came back from the quarantine, I found the street empty. I asked around and found out you were having a party."

Wang Xianyou smiled and bowed to apologize.

Everyone pulled him to the table and started asking questions.

"Xianyou, you finally came out of seclusion, but have you succeeded in opening up the palace?"

"What kind of mansion did you build, brother?"

"..."

Wang Xianyou looked at Cheng Xinzhan and said, "I don't recognize this brother. I have never seen him before."

Feng Jihu introduced the two, "Xinzhan, this is Wang Xianyou, who entered Taoism at the same year as me, and is recorded in Baicao Mountain. Xianyou, this is Xinzhan, Xinzhan is his Taoist name, and he is now a true disciple of Master Sukongyu of Meiji Mountain. His surname is Cheng, and he entered Taoism after your retreat."

Wang Xianyou's eyes lit up, "My brother is a natural talent. It's rare to have opened a palace in two years. It's me, your brother, who has grown old." Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said, "Brother Dao, you are too kind. It's a pity that you have been in seclusion and have not received your guidance in cultivation."

After they sat down, Wang Xianyou began to speak.
"After two years of seclusion, I finally achieved something. My gold and water opened up, and I was ranked among the true disciples. My name is Miaoyuan."

It turns out that two palaces were opened at the same time!

Everyone was surprised for a moment, no wonder he had been in seclusion for so long. As for his extremely high seniority, everyone had already known that he was registered as a disciple of an old elder in Baicao Mountain, so it was not surprising.

Cheng Xinzhan also knew that there are always mountains beyond mountains.

When the last few people arrived, the banquet officially began and wine and food were served like water.

"Tonight, we are gathering together with all our friends, but there is no moon overhead. What a pity!"

Wang Miaoyuan sighed and said.

Everyone agreed. The moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds and nothing could be seen.

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said, "Wu Yue has some wine. How about everyone try the strong wine I brought back from Miaojiang?"

He took out a jar of white tea given by the Miao village and filled it for everyone.

"Gentlemen, drink!"

"Shengyin!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine.

"so spicy!"

“So intense!”

"Good wine!"

Reactions varied from person to person. Cheng Xinzhan couldn't help laughing when he saw some people crying from the spicy food.

Unexpectedly, Wang Miaoyuan, who looked weak, fell in love with this thick and strong liquor at first sip. She drank it all in one gulp, her chest began to turn red, and she came to Cheng Xinzhan for more wine.

"Good brother, fill it up again!"

After the first round of drinking, the strong liquor stimulated everyone's talkativeness and they began to chat about all sorts of things. Those who had mastered the art of marriage talked about their ideas about the second or third art of marriage, those who had not mastered the art of marriage asked about the secrets of marriage, and some who had never left the mountain asked about the scenery outside the mountain that they had visited.

After the second round of drinking, someone suddenly pointed to the sky and said,
"Look, the moon is out!"

Everyone looked up and saw, sure enough, a bright moon was hanging high in the sky, emitting a bright and clear light, illuminating the outlines of the dark clouds nearby clearly.

Wang Miaoyuan was overjoyed when he saw the moon, and said excitedly,
"My fellow Taoists, we have wine and the moon, why don't you perform a ritual to liven up the atmosphere and accompany the wine?"

Everyone agreed and asked him how to perform and what to compete in.
Wang Miaoyuan thought about it and said,

"We each have different cultivation attributes and different lineages. To be fair, we should not compare the five elements, sword arts, talisman arts, etc."

Everyone thought it made sense. Each of these people had their own strengths in the five elements. Some were good at using swords, while others were good at drawing talismans. It was difficult to compare them.

"Then how do you compare it, Miao Yuan?"

Wang Miaoyuan had an idea and said, "How about a magic show? We should name the work. So, we can use the moon as the theme. One person will read a poem about the moon, and the other person will use magic to conjure up the scene in the poem. Everyone will judge. If the conjuration is good, the person who made the question will drink. If it is not good, the person who answered the question will drink. How do you think?"

When everyone heard what Wang Miaoyuan said, they found it interesting and agreed one after another.

Wang Xianyou laughed, "Then start with me. I'll ask the questions, Jihu will answer them, and we'll circle with our left hand. We'll take turns, until Xinzhan asks the questions, and I'll answer them."

Everyone nodded.

He held up his wine glass, looked up at the moon, thought for a moment, and then chanted,

"Flying mirror under the moon, Yunsheng Jiehai Tower."

Everyone listened and said, "It's the poem of Mr. Qinglian!"

Feng Jihu listened with a faint smile on his face. After thinking for a while, he made a few gestures with his hands and pointed outside the banquet platform.

Everyone saw the following scene slowly appearing outside the cliff:
A large river came from afar, flowing by the edge of the banquet, and everyone seemed to be drinking by the river. The river flowed slowly, and the calm lake reflected the bright moon in the sky, as if a bright mirror fell from the sky. The river was covered with mist and water vapor, forming a series of high-rise buildings and cities, as if it was a mirage of a street market somewhere.

Like reality or illusion.

"Good! Good!"

Everyone applauded.

"What a great illusion, it must be Miaoyuan drinking!"

The crowd made their judgment.

Wang Miaoyuan laughed, accepted defeat, and drank a bowl of Baidaozi in big gulps.

It was Feng Jihu's turn to ask a question. He thought for a moment and said:
"The bright moon over Dongting Lake is a thousand miles away, and the cool wind and the cry of wild geese are above the water."

The one who answered the question was Luo Jishi. He thought about it, then laughed and scolded Feng Jihu for raising the difficulty, "Jihu, you are asking a question that is not about the moon, but about the wild geese's cry!"

When everyone heard it, they all realized that, yes, the line just now, "Flying mirror under the moon, clouds forming sea tower," was a static scene. However, the first half of Feng Ji's tiger chant was simple, but the second half was difficult, as it required the sound of geese crying to be added to the illusion.

Luo Jishi was obviously confident. He pointed outside the cliff and exhaled a stream of smoke. The smoke rolled and spread, and turned into a large swamp in front of everyone. The boundary gradually faded and merged with the night, as if there was no boundary, giving a feeling of a thousand miles.

"Gulp-Gulp——"

The bright moon was reflected on the lake surface. Suddenly, the cry of geese could be heard in the distance, and a cool breeze blew, rippling the lake water.

"well!"

Everyone applauded again.

Seeing this, Feng Jihu shook his head, admitted defeat, and drank the wine. However, he could not handle the strong liquor and choked a few times, which made everyone laugh.

In this way, some people win and some lose. Some people's illusions are so vivid that people feel as if they are in the scene, but some people's illusions are too crude, like He Jiyuan. He responded with "I go out of the front door alone to look at the fields, the buckwheat flowers are like snow in the moonlight." In his illusion, the buckwheat flowers under the moonlight were blurred, which attracted everyone's laughter and he punished himself with a drink.

Cheng Xinzhan's response, "The bright moon over Longtou is close to the border, and travelers on Longtou play flutes at night," is a very delicate illusion of the border under the bright moon. Thanks to the mental concept, it was really simple for him, and he could even imagine the tiles and bricks clearly. A traveler appeared at the border, holding a Qiang flute and playing an ancient song, which attracted cheers.

Cheng Xinzhan's theme for Wang Xianyou was "The waves are swaying and the moon is broken, and the wind and dew are fragrant with lotus flowers."

It is not only about creating the illusion of ripples on the water surface that shatter the moon's shadow and reflect the light, but also about having the touch and smell of the wet breeze on the face and the fragrance of lotus flowers.

After hearing this, everyone said that Cheng Xinzhan's questions were difficult.

But Wang Miaoyuan laughed after hearing this, and even said it was not difficult. He pinched the seals repeatedly and threw out three formation flags, which quickly disappeared into the void. Soon, a large lake appeared in the void. The water on the lake was turbulent, shattering the moon shadow, and the sparkling light was cold and intrusive.

There was another breeze blowing on my face, the night dew was damp and cold, mixed with bursts of lotus fragrance.

This scene pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to its climax. Not only did Cheng Xinzhan admit defeat and drink, but everyone else drank happily under the scent of lotus.

After countless rounds of drinking, everyone was drunk and fell asleep one by one.

Cheng Xinzhan was obviously extremely drunk, but he was forcing himself to keep his eyes open. When he saw Wang Miaoyuan, who had the highest alcohol tolerance, finally fall to the ground drunk, he let out a light breath, waved his sleeves, and fell to the ground too.

But when I looked up at the sky again, there was no bright moon. The moon was always in the dark clouds and had not appeared all night.

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