Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 160 Whose property is that?

"No, your family must do what you say, and the reward must be given. Since you don't say it, then it's up to me to decide. I will reward you for half an hour more comfortable."

The Luoyi people widened their eyes and opened their mouths slightly.

Is this also possible?

At this moment, the Luoyi people felt that Xianggong was so shameless.

Qin Guan didn't care about the surprised and amazed Luo Yiren, and directly lay on her back.

Variations sounded again in the room.

The two maids, Rue Xiang and Zhuan'er, are outside the room and are in charge of serving people at any time, so they can hear every move in the room clearly.

At this moment, the two of them were lying on the bed, their faces were already red, and suddenly, Yunxiang's body trembled slightly, Zhuo'er curiously asked in a low voice, "Sister Yunxiang, what's wrong with you".

Rue was ashamed,

"I, I'm fine," before burrowing his head into the quilt.

When he woke up the next day, Qin Guan was refreshed. He took out his sword and practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard for half an hour. His body was sweating a little before he finished. After that, he took a shower and changed into clean casual clothes. He still had to go out today. .

The Luoyi people and a few maidservants had already woken up, all dressed neatly, and prepared breakfast for Qin Guan. After Qin Guan had breakfast, he brought a few of them to the main hall.

Mrs. Qin and others are also ready.

Mrs. Qin said yesterday that today all the Qin family members were dispatched to Baopu Taoist temple to offer incense. Mrs. Qin always felt that it was the blessing of the Taoist ancestor that Qin Guan was able to win the first prize.

Xiong Daxiong led the way, followed by several small sedan chairs, accompanied by a few maidservants, and seven or eight servants followed behind with burdens, which were gifts to be given to the Taoist temple.

Baopu Taoist Temple is located on a hill among the mountains on the north shore of West Lake.

Ge Hong is very famous in history. He called himself Baopuzi, and the world called him Little Immortal. He was once named Marquis of Guannei.

Modern Qin Temple has been to Baopu Taoist Temple for sightseeing, including Gexian Temple, Banxian Thatched Cottage, Hongmei Pavilion, Baopu Lu, as well as ancient alchemy wells, alchemy platforms, and Gexianan monuments.

Now standing in front of Baopu Taoist Temple, Qin Guan found that although it is famous, there is only one house with a main hall inside and a courtyard for living in the back, which is much simpler than later generations.

There was a little Taoist boy about twelve or thirteen years old standing at the door. When he saw Mrs. Qin, he came forward with a smile on his face and said, "Mrs. Qin, you are here to offer incense again."

Mrs. Qin touched Xiaodaotong's head, and said to Aunt Pan: "Bring a few cakes for Xiaolu. It's really hard to practice with the master at such a young age."

Dao Tong, who was called Xiaolu, happily took the snack, thanked him again and again, put it in his wide sleeve, and led the Qin family inside.

When they came to the main hall, Mrs. Qin would take Qin Guan to pay homage to Ge Xianshi first, and then turn to the Sanqing Hall, offering incense and worshiping the Taoist ancestor of Sanqing.

The Qin family naturally prostrated themselves one by one. Qin Guan looked around and found that this place was really simple, and it was incomparable with those famous temples and ancient temples covering hundreds of thousands of acres of land, such as the Jinling Temple in Hangzhou. Also dump him eight streets.

After a while, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist crown and a blue Taoist robe with three long beards, about five or sixty years old, came out from behind. I saw Qin Guan, and then I couldn't move my eyes away.

Qin Guan also looked at the old man.

I saw the old man staring at him intently, his brows were slightly condensed but his eyes were shining wildly, as if he wanted to see through himself, but it seemed to be very hard work.

If it weren't for the old Taoist's lack of wretched expression in his eyes, Qin Guan would have thought he was an old rabbit.

Mrs. Qin, who was next to her, looked at her son without saying a word when the old Taoist came in, and said, "Master Liu Xian, this is my son Qin Guan, and now he has won the first prize in the exam. I specially brought him here to fulfill his wish."

The old Taoist took a deep breath, shook off the floating dust in his hands, gave a slight bow to Qin Guan and said, "It's so strange, I saw a lot of nobility on Qin Zhuangyuan's face, and even the appearance of a fairy, I don't know Qin Guan's face. Can the No. [-] Scholar solve the old Taoist doubts."

Qin Guan thought to himself, this old man has started to fool himself.

Hehe, I haven't seen any method in later generations.

Qin Guan said with a smile: "What is the name of the Taoist priest?"

The veteran raised his hand and said, "The veteran Liu Muzhou."

Qin Guandao: "Taoism pays attention to cultivation. Everyone can become a fairy. Isn't it normal for people to have the appearance of a fairy?"

Liu Laodao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Qin Zhuangyuan is right."

Afterwards, Mrs. Qin sent her thank you gift, and talked to Lao Dao about the marriage of her eldest son Qin Wei, hoping that Liu Laodao would give her eldest son a good day.

Qin Guan led Yiren out of the main hall, walked through a section of stone steps, and came to a peak entrance. Although it is not high here, you can see all the small mountains at a glance.

The hills and mountains in the distance can be seen in the eyes, and the forest is lush and lush. Qin Guan asked Xiaodao Tong Xiaolu who was following him: "How big is your Taoist temple? The mountains and forests in the distance belong to you."

After looking at it, Xiaolu said: "No, our Taoist temple only has a small area here, and there are only three to five mu of land on the mountain for growing vegetables. The distant mountains and forests you mentioned are all owned by other people. I remember it seems to belong to the Liu family."

"Which Liu family?" Qin Guan asked.

It was Qin Mao who was next to him and said, "Master, it's Liu Dayuan's Liu family."

Qin Guan now understood that it turned out to be the forest of Liu Su's family. At this time, Qin Mao said again: "The Liu family doesn't do much business. Their family said that doing business is a cheap business, but their family has hoarded thousands of acres of land. Large tracts of mountains and forests are used as industries."

"Look at these in the distance, one-third of them belong to the Liu family. There are mature trees planted on the mountain. It has been a hundred years. They have been felled and sold intermittently. It is one of the biggest sources of income for the Liu family."

Qin Guan nodded with a smile on his face.

When he came back from the Taoist Temple, Qin Guan saw the shopkeeper Zhou waiting outside the Qin Mansion. Qin Guan also admired him. In order to be able to manage the Wangyue Tower into a famous building, it can be said that he has worked hard.

Qin Guan brought shopkeeper Zhou to his courtyard, and directly wrote the song "Watching the Tide of the Sea" that he sang in the Moon Tower last night. This time, Qin Guan used cursive, and the brushwork was very comfortable and unrestrained.

After the shopkeeper Zhou saw it, he was overjoyed and praised him again and again. When he left, he left Qin Guan a thank you gift of two thousand strings, which is really generous.

If placed in later generations, these two thousand guan are equivalent to 70 million.

Qin Guan talked to Mrs. Qin, and took the Luoyi people back to the other courtyard. He came back this time not only to go home to rest, but more importantly, to prepare for his post.

Qin Guan came to the study alone, opened the bookcase and entered the secret room, looked at the several boxes in the secret room, Qin Guan waved his hand, the suitcases he brought from modern times, and the jade, emerald, Tianhuang and other things he collected, Now they are all lying quietly in the space of 'Sleeve Universe'.

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