Chapter 474: The Eighth Master's Disciple is Miserable As the sun sets, the sea of ​​clouds is also illuminated into gold. The fox and the civet cat were still playing on the platform. Not only did they fight and make noise on the ground, but one of them turned into a crow and the other into a sparrow, and they flew into the sky, into the sea of ​​clouds, chasing each other, as if they were carefree and free. There was a sound of carving at the entrance of the Taoist temple. "rustle……" The wood chips fell down and gathered in one place. Lin Jue is carving seriously. Not far away, there were two cushions, and a female Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged, facing the setting sun, bathing in the golden light, and concentrating on practicing. Next to her, sitting on another cushion was a girl about ten years old, also wearing a Taoist robe, thin and pretty. However, she was not concentrating on practicing. Instead, she was attracted by the sound of her master's carving. She turned her head and looked at what was in her master's hand without blinking. "concentrate!"

The junior sister reminded her. "Oh!" The junior sister's disciple withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and concentrated on practicing. Instead, the junior sister turned her head and glanced at the senior brother. "Ok?" With just one glance, she keenly discovered that what her senior brother was carving was not a bean soldier. "What are you carving, brother?" "Carve a pavilion." "What are you carving a pavilion for?" "Stay and practice." "Become smaller and live in it?" "No, no." Lin Jue kept moving his hands and shook his head, saying, "I am using the bean soldier method to make it bigger so that I can put it in the mountains and use it as my cave residence." This is the inspiration I got from Xuanming Zhenren—— Xuanming Zhenren said that the Yuzha Zhenren could make palaces and pavilions with spiritual wood, which could be enlarged or shrunk at will and carried with people. Many immortals would go to him to ask for palaces and pavilions. Lin Jue did not know the Yuzha Zhenren. He had just become a real person and did not have many precious things to exchange with him, so he had to do it himself. If Master Yuzha can do it, why can’t I? Lin Jue didn't have a deep understanding of mortise and tenon joints. He had only seen some from his sixth senior brother. He knew nothing about architecture. Fortunately, the bean soldier method did not require the use of these. He can carve out most of the structures directly. One-piece molding, no mortise and tenon joints required. In addition, the wood used for the pavilion is a fragment of the body of an immortal tree that has achieved enlightenment. It is extremely hard and has the ability to repair itself. In terms of quality, it is probably far superior to the work of Yu Zha Zhenren and the palaces of gods above the nine heavens. Even if the demon king comes, he may not be able to destroy it with one blow.

Of course, if he relies solely on his feelings, the finished product will definitely be rough. But Lin Jue also has his own way—— It is said that there is a "master architect" in the capital, who is very skilled and many of the palaces in the imperial palace were built by him. In recent years, the world has been in chaos, and no one can guarantee that their houses will not be burned down after the armies of the north and the south break through the capital. Therefore, no one in the capital is willing to build palaces, so the architect has nothing to do. Lin Jue planned to ask him in a dream whether he would be willing to make a model for him and then he would do it accordingly. Don't be ashamed to ask! Who says that mortals are necessarily inferior to immortals? Who says that immortals cannot ask mortals for advice? Lin Jue has heard many stories about mortals with superb skills, which are so superb that even gods come to ask for advice or learn from them. The most common ones are in the fields of musical instruments, calligraphy and painting, poetry, chess, etc. For example, Du Dehai, a great contemporary painter, can be called a contemporary painting immortal. When his masterpiece comes out, even gods come to watch. For example, Xu Shunan, a great guqin player, is so skilled in guqin music that when he plays, even gods come to play with him. And there is also the story of Gong Xu, a chess master. There was a story about gods who heard of his reputation and came to play chess with him in a dream, but in the end he lost a bottle of elixir. When he woke up, he thought it was a dream, but it turned out that the elixir was really on the table. "Where are you going to live, brother?" "How about being a neighbor of Junior Sister in Fengshan?" "So good!" The junior sister turned her head and stared at him. If it was many years ago, she would definitely say things like "Brother, why don't you just live in Hongye Temple?", "Isn't Hongye Temple big enough for you, why do you have to go somewhere else?", but now she is much more mature than she was back then. Not to mention her brother, even if she really achieved enlightenment, she might not be able to stay in Hongye Temple forever. The Taoist Master Xuanming had practiced in the Jiulong Temple in Mount Yi before. After he became enlightened, didn’t he also look for another cave to live in? I was already happy enough to hear that my senior brother was also practicing in Fengshan. Even thinking about my senior brother—— "But Brother wants to take in more disciples than I do, and there are guardians. Will he only live in one attic? Or does Brother intend to carve out each one like this?" "Of course not." Lin Jue's hands still did not stop, "I have to prepare my own house myself." "Prepare it yourself?" "Isn't Fuqiu Temple like this in the beginning? They built a little bit at first, then slowly recruited disciples, slowly built houses and expanded the courtyard, generation after generation, slowly renovated and rebuilt, and it became what it is today." "That's true..." The fox got tired from playing with the cat and ran back. The senior brother touched the fox's head, but the fox felt itchy and kept turning its head away. The junior sister reached out to tease the colorful cat, but was caught and bitten by it. "If I accept disciples in the future, after they have learned a little bit, the first thing they will do is to go down the mountain to eliminate monsters and stabilize people's livelihood. If they get paid, they will exchange all their rewards for beams, bricks and tiles, and come back to build a palace or Taoist temple. What this place can look like depends on their skills." "What about before you learn the basics?" "Let Fuyao dig a cave for them in the mountain. What is a cave without a cave?" While the two were talking, Xiao Ziyun turned his head and continued to slack off. Hearing that this uncle-master wanted the disciple to build his own house to live in, he couldn't help but scratch his head. The junior sister also frowned, feeling that it was somewhat familiar. At this time, I heard the senior brother add: "I will teach them the method of crushing stones, and let them build the road by themselves. If they fall to death, it will be their own bad luck." The Taoist woman's expression suddenly became solemn.

…… This concerns your future cave residence, tower, and place to practice, so you cannot be careless. Lin Jue didn’t know how many years he would live in Fengshan, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years, or maybe even longer. It is said that when the great emperor was refining the elixir in Yishan, he only built a thatched hut. If Lin Jue was alone and wanted to go somewhere to refine the elixir, he could do the same thing, and he wouldn't even need a thatched hut. However, if he wanted to build a mountain gate to recruit disciples and preach, and live there for a long time, this would not be possible. It just so happened that the gods had not yet fought, so they did what they said. As the setting sun sank into the sea of ​​clouds, the sky gradually darkened and turned into a deep blue. Stars emerged from the sky above the sea of ​​clouds, and the horizon became a dreamy gradient color, illuminating the waves of the sea of ​​clouds. The Taoist concentrated for a moment, pinched out a little light from his fingertips, and threw it down into the sea of ​​clouds. That night, Gu Daizhao, the chief architect in the capital, had a dream. In the dream, there were clouds and mist, and fairy air was floating in the air, and a fairy came. That immortal was none other than Master Lin, who had gained great fame in the capital in recent years. It was rumored that he had become an immortal in June of this year. The immortal in the dream was sincere and direct, and only told him that he had now achieved enlightenment and wanted to practice in the mountains. He wanted to build a three-story pavilion that could be embedded in the cliff. He heard that Gu Daizhao's craftsmanship surpassed that of the craftsmen who had built the imperial palace in previous dynasties and could be compared with the gods in the sky, so he wanted to ask Gu Daizhao to help build a pavilion, which only needed to be two feet high. The old attendant found it miraculous and agreed. The real person in the dream also said that the proportions should be the same as those of a real pavilion. He also stated his own requirements, such as having a large door, two wide windows, and what should be done on the first floor and what should be done on the second floor. He described it in great detail. "If you agree, I will reward you with a magical pill that can heal your body, cure diseases, relieve pain, and prolong your life. In order to prevent you from treating it as an ordinary dream after waking up, I will first give you the magical pill I prepared for you. Once you eat the magical pill, it will be regarded as your agreement to my request. I apologize for disturbing you." It was only five o'clock in the morning when Gu Daizhao woke up. I felt groggy and couldn't tell reality from dreams. After a while, I gradually recalled what happened last night. He woke up with a start, lit the oil lamp and saw that there was a white jade porcelain vase on the table in his dormitory. "oops!" I was not surprised in the dream, but I was surprised when I woke up. Gu Daizhao was very old, and he immediately told his family and apprentice about this matter. Unexpectedly, his family members and apprentices all thought that he was too old, and that old people tend to have more dreams and become confused. They even thought that the white jade porcelain vase was bought by him when he went out during the day. "I have only heard of gods asking people to write poems and paint pictures, but have I ever heard of gods asking people to build a small pavilion?" "Master must have heard too many stories about Master Lin this year..." "Hahaha……" Unexpectedly, Gu Daizhao pulled out the cork of the bottle. A strange fragrance seems to penetrate all seven orifices, making people instantly refreshed, clear-eyed and ears-clear, and extremely comfortable. The family members and disciples were stunned.

I don’t know if the gods will come tonight, but Gu Daizhao has already started this morning. The old craftsman seemed to have received great recognition, and he was full of energy and spirit that he had never had before even when he was designing and building palaces for the emperor. Several apprentices also came to help him when they had free time. There hadn't been such a heated discussion in the courtyard for a long time. Both the master and the apprentice had only one thought in their minds - We must not disappoint the gods and live up to their words that we can be compared with the gods in heaven. The news gradually spread. From then on, there was one more story in this capital city about mortals becoming so skilled in martial arts that even gods came to ask for advice. …… At the same time, the world became more and more chaotic. At the major checkpoints and fortresses in Zhongzhou and Qinzhou, gods have descended in person to participate in the war. You have it, so why don’t I have it? At first both sides were restrained, but the situation escalated over time. From monsters to mounts, to boys, from priests to generals, and then to various great gods, fortunately, they are not as reckless as in the ancient times when the Nine Heavens were not established and there was no order. There are no heavenly soldiers who descend directly to the mortal world, and the fights between gods are mostly between gods themselves. At most, they cast spells to change the celestial phenomena and the geographical conditions, but they never attack mortals directly. (End of this chapter)