"Cough cough cough." Liang Qu choked on his tea and couldn't help but cough. He took two deep breaths to recover. He looked at the old monk with disbelief. Zhenxiang? A Zhenxiang who can control a state and a government and come in and out to be worshiped as a general? So fierce? The old monk smiled and said, "How about it? Do you want to become my teacher?" "No, no, master, drink tea, drink tea." Liang Qu laughed, but still refused, leaning on the back of the chair and changing into a more comfortable conversation posture. He finally figured it out. The old monk was easy to talk to, but he looked scary, but he really had no intention of becoming a monk.
"Haha, I really have never misjudged anyone. The donor is a kindhearted person and is not swayed by external forces." The old monk praised him. Liang Qu scratched his eyebrows: "Master, you are so powerful. Why are you coming to a small county like ours? There are no big temples near Pingyang County to communicate with. The only one was ruined decades ago and is in ruins. " The old monk did not hide his intention: "I came here to kill people." Liang Qu's eyebrows jumped. Putting aside the fact that it is against common sense for a monk to kill someone, wouldn't the person who makes Zhenxiang come all the way to kill him also be Zhenxiang? In a small county town, there are not only six hunting tigers, but also two perfect elephants? Is a county so scary? Are powerful people gathering together to allow people to develop stably? Seemingly sensing Liang Qu's strong desire for knowledge, the old monk said frankly. "It's not as scary as you think, just a few evil monks from the Snowy Mountains. I traveled to Yongzhou and witnessed them using people as animals, refining corpses into gold, and committing adultery, and I had sex with them. The leader was really powerful, but he was killed. Only two of them escaped by chance. When they were chased to Qingzhou, only one person remained. Although I was injured and my Dantian was broken, he was no match. Later, Ge Jianhong, the Taoist priest of Louguantai, told my fortune telling that the man had left Qingzhou and moved to the Huaiyin area, so I came here to look for him. " Liang Qu scratched his head. Why did he have more questions the more he listened, and he couldn't understand it? Dantian was broken? The place where a warrior stores his energy and blood wouldn't be useless if it were broken open? However, what warriors in this world practice is the "origin", and they use their own "origin" to influence the "origin" of the outside world. There may be another explanation for how powerful the "origin" is. Daxueshan Liangqu does know, I just read it in a brochure, and my memory is very clear, the source of the Jianghuai River. Few people enter and few leave.
It sounds like the old monk in front of me is a ruthless character who kills to protect lives and kills karma instead of killing people. Liang Qu wanted to say something else, but the old monk had already closed his mouth and meditated, with no intention of talking anymore. "So, Master, you have nowhere to go for the time being?" Liang Qu rubbed his hands, with a smile on his face, "It just so happens that my cabin was built not long ago, and the east and west wings are empty. Master, if you don't mind, you can Stay here and slowly look for people." Although the old monk was Zhenxiang, Liang Qu had no intention of joining anyone else. But no matter what, he is the most awesome person he has ever met, and it would be best if he could stay. The old monk pondered for a while. He had come all the way, but he really had no place to stay, and he had made no progress in finding someone, so he might as well rest here. "Can!" So early the next morning, the craftsmen who came to do the work saw an old monk in the house. The white robes he wore were washed white, and he was frighteningly thin. He was different from the fat and white monks he had seen in daily life. When saying hello, the skin sticks to the face and moves with the bones, which is weird. Liang Qu went to the kitchen and shouted: "Aunt Zhang, remember to make an extra serving of vegetarian food when you cook in the future! Send it to the master in the west wing. Make more. It will be bigger than mine." A Zhenxiang warrior must eat much more than a small warrior like Liang Qu. Aunt Zhang, who was cooking, responded. Seeing that there was no one around her, she pulled Liang Qu in again and started talking in a low voice in the kitchen. "My boss, I shouldn't talk too much, but you are a nice person, and I can't just watch you violate your taboos." Liang Qu didn't understand what he meant: "How do you say it?" "This monk has a strong yang energy. You are the only male in the Liang family. If you can't suppress him, something will happen easily!" Liang Qu laughed, thinking what was going on. It's strange to say that Buddhist temples are flourishing and there are many temples in Jianghuai and other places. Many people believe in this thing, but if temples are built nearby, they will definitely refuse. The biggest reason is the so-called "yang energy". They believe that having a monk temple nearby will make it less likely for the family to have a boy, or that boys will be prone to accidents. But Liang Qu didn't believe this. Even if it is true, with Ze Ding by his side, can this thing still reach Ze Ding? Without even looking at who is engraved on the tripod, even if Sakyamuni comes, it will not work. After breakfast, Liang Qu refined the blood once in a quiet room, and then ran to the stable to lead him out of Chishan. Today is the day for the new county magistrate to take the exam. In the afternoon, he has to go to the academy to accept the new magistrate's assessment. He has to be present. By the way, it was the first time for him to see a new county magistrate take office. Liang Qu put Chishan in the martial arts stable and walked to the new Yamen. The place has long been crowded with people watching the excitement, and there is a unique smell of lime floating on the newly painted walls of the county government office. Liang Qu mingled among the crowd, wondering where the new county magistrate would come from, and followed everyone to watch the excitement.
As soon as the third quarter of the hour came, there was an uproar among the crowd. "Come on, come on, the county master is here!" "where?" "East!" "Oh, look over there! Do you see that carriage?" Liang Qu looked over and saw a carriage coming quickly from the street. It was not the one he saw the day before, but a normal-sized one, pulling a sedan chair. It stopped at the gate of the government office soon. The curtains were rolled up, and the middle-aged man in casual clothes lifted his hem and got off the carriage. What a good-looking face! He wore a turquoise brocade robe with gold edges, his hair was oily, and even the beard on his chin was smooth and swaying. He was a real bearded man. His steps were standard square steps, generous and dignified, very different from the rural farmers. Just a few steps, the county residents who were watching felt good about him. ωwш●тTk дn●￠ ○ "The county magistrate! That's the new county magistrate." "What a handsome face!" "Why is his hair so black? It looks like it's been greased." When people thought about being given food for helping to build roads, even if the land measurement was sloppy, the people would label him as a good official. The guards and servants had been waiting for a long time. Jian Zhongyi respectfully took the county magistrate's seal from the guards. There were also sacrificial offerings, and Jian Zhongyi bowed to the gate god in front of the ceremonial gate, and then entered from the middle road. When he came out, he had already changed into court robes. All the deacons in the yamen, such as assistants, clerks, and runners, all stood in their positions according to their ranks and shifts. They followed Jian Zhongyi with great fanfare and toured around the entire yamen. "See? You should study hard in the future and become a high-ranking official like County Magistrate Jian!" "County Magistrate Jian is really elegant. I have been to so many counties, but I have never seen such an elegant county magistrate!" The circle is over. Jian Zhongyi, wearing his official uniform, kneeled to the north. "I have been blessed by the emperor to be the county magistrate. I dare not slack off. I must be diligent in my duties, manage county affairs, benefit the people, and make the local area prosperous in order to repay the emperor's grace!" "Good!"
"We have a blue sky in Pingyang County!" "It should be so, it should be so!" The people cheered and applauded continuously. The police beat the gong. The first time, seven gongs were beaten, which meant "It is difficult to be a king and not easy to be a minister." The second time, five gongs were beaten, which meant "Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and trustworthiness." The third time, three gongs were beaten, which meant "Clean, cautious and diligent" on the plaque in the main hall of the government office. After three gongs, the hall drum was beaten again. One is three downs of the hall drum, which means "obeying the emperor's order." The second is to beat the drum four times, which means "knock down and thank the emperor for his grace". The whole process is really solemn and dignified. No wonder so many people like complicated ceremonies. Liang Qu thought, stroking his chin. After the whole process, even the magistrate looks majestic even if he is not good enough, especially Jian Zhongyi, who looks good. Next, Jian Zhongyi led the government team to the City God Temple. The crowd followed the magistrate vigorously. Liang Qu was not in high spirits and did not follow. After worshiping the City God, Jian Zhongyi should go to the academy to take exams. There are plenty of opportunities to meet.