The Tao was leaving, and the deacons looked at each other and each had their own thoughts.-< Shuhai Pavilion >-./
Everyone was deep. Deacon Ye Ming coughed and said, "Everyone, let's go and prepare."
Other deacons responded to the words, and followed them out, only the gray-hide face turned ashen.
This consciousness is damaged?
This also depends on the degree. In fact, every time the assessment is due to physical death, there will be some damage. As long as the person is not dead, there will always be a chance. Huizang thought this way, gradually suppressed the panic in his heart and walked out.
At this time, a rune emitted by the deacon fell into the Wei Palace with golden light, and fell to the front of the side hall with a pull.
It was approaching dusk, and it was still dawn, and several guards were guarding. A boy inside saw him and said "Huh".
The boy looked handsome and majestic, but he saw an old servant busy and said, "Mr. Marquis, these things are not something you can do now. I will take you to prepare meals. Someone from the kitchen asked me how to eat today. I think it is better to use some serum."
The little Wei Hou took a look unwillingly and had to follow him.
Marquis of Wei was young at this time and was blocked by the dragon and was trapped in the shallows, and he was severely clamped down. Although he was still lucky, he was gradually wiped out.
After the Marquis of Wei left, a guard strode up, grabbed the runes, and then strode out of the Wei Palace and out of the mansion.
There were not many pedestrians in the street outside the Fuwai, and there was a carriage passing by. The guard stopped him with one hand and a coachman stopped: "June, I'm not doing anything, you are..."
The guard went straight into the back and sniffed to the coachman in front: "Stop talking nonsense, go to the Fan Mansion to delay my affairs, be careful of your head!"
The coachman felt the cold water pouring from his head to the soles of his feet, and was shocked. He drove the carriage with a shaking reins, walked through several alleys, several streets, and stopped in front of a tall and majestic mansion.
"June Jun. Fan's mansion has arrived!" The coachman said to remind.
The guard saw it, turned over and dismounted, and said to the coachman: "Okay, you can leave!"
The coachman was stunned when he heard this. He looked over and the guard saw it and couldn't help laughing: "Why, can you still want money for the car if you don't leave? Hum?"
This was said fiercely, and the coachman was shocked. He said repeatedly and didn't dare to drive the carriage with the reins. At this time, he saw the two personal soldiers at the door above smiling: "The people from the Black Armor Army have such a murderous aura. Why are you here? Aren't you a job in the Wei Palace?"
These two personal guards appeared familiar with the guard and spoke.
"The letter from the Taoist Palace is here, I will give it to the Marquis of Wei. I will give it to the prefect for the inspection." The guard said, drawing out the military signs from his waist for the two guards to see.
When they saw the military card, the two nodded: "Go in!"
The guard walked in. After passing through the two obstacles, he went to the room and asked the maid to report. After entering, he bowed: "Zhang Hei, the Black Armor Army, met the Lord... The Taoist Palace came to the letter to Marquis of Wei, and I will give it to the Lord for a review."
Fan Wen held the pen and criticized it, saying without raising his head: "Get up, I will talk to you after I have finished approving it."
The guard kowtowed and stood up. At this time, he had nothing to do and carefully looked at it. He saw blue bricks on the ground, and several servants were standing around him, and there were sword-bearing soldiers in the distance.
In a few months, Lord Fan has become more and more majestic.
Just as he was thinking, he heard a cough and hurriedly looked at it. When he saw Fan Wen finished writing the civil servant, he stepped forward and laughed: "Please look, Lord."
Fan Wen took the rune and looked at it carefully. He saw that the rune was golden. He couldn't help but ponder. After a moment, he saw the guard who sent the letter standing up and said, "You go down and go back to the Wei Palace to watch it."
"Yes!" The guard stepped back.
Seeing the guard retreating, Fan Wen pulled out a golden rune from the desk, which was exactly the same as the one in front of him. He held the two runes in his hand, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Lingsanren, come out." Fan Wen said.
As the words fell, a Taoist came out of the curtain behind his back, his clothes and big sleeves fluttered, looking a little fairy-like.
Seeing Lingsan Ren coming out, Fan Wen stood up and walked over.
"Lingsanren, please help me see what these two talisman letters say, one is for the Marquis of Wei, and the other is for me."
As he said that, he handed over the two runes, Lingsan took them with one hand, nodded, sinking his mind into it, and looking carefully.
After a moment, another change was changed, and the mind was also sinking into the eyes.
After reading the two runes, Lingsan Ren said, "Don't think too much. In fact, this talisman is read by all. You can see it by sticking it to your eyebrows."
"This is about Hongming County. A Taoist entered the inner sect and was appointed as the eighth-rank deacon. He would come back in a few days and ask us to go and congratulate him."
He paused and continued, "The two letters are the same, but the tone is different, respectively, for the Lord and the Marquis of Wei. This is for the local masters, so it can be seen that in the mind of the Taoist Palace, you have already competed with the Marquis of Wei!"
Fan said this and his expression relaxed, and he didn't check it out at the moment: "Oh, so that's it, it's just that Taoist is so lucky that the Taoist sect can attract the inner sect."
"Wang Cunye." Lingsanren also said with a hint of envy.
When Fan Wen heard this, his face changed, his face turned pale, and he paced in the hall, repeated several times, just muttering: "Is this guy?"
Lingsan people were shocked when they saw it, but they were only responsible for his safety and had some luck. I guess the inside story was very profound, and I just didn't say it right now.
After a long time, Fan Wen stopped walking and his face became normal: "I informed my son in Yunya County and asked him to prepare a generous gift to Dayanguan to congratulate him. Our mansion also prepares it early, don't save money, back up the generous gift!"
After hearing this, a servant responded repeatedly and stepped back.
After saying this, Fan Wen sat in the chair, thinking constantly in his mind.
He entered the county overnight and killed the captain. He returned from the Hebo meeting, killed the Qingyi Pavilion, assassinated the plotter, and threatened the government. These things were fortunate that year, but when he changed his head, he felt more and more unbearable.
But as the prefect, the county secrets gradually became known, but it became more and more powerful. Wang Cunye was just a second turn of human and immortals, and was so crazy, but now it is even more difficult to deal with.
After thinking about it, Fan smelled the word "traitor" on his lips, swallowed it again, and drank the herbal tea in the teacup in one sip.
The servant heard the words and left and passed the message to the butler.
The housekeeper did not dare to neglect, so he immediately sent someone to raise a horse and notify the second young master of Yunya County and bought a gift list. He was very busy for a while.
Yunya County was a hundred miles away from the city of the palace and was whipping. He arrived at the boundary of Yunya County in the early morning. The messenger reported his identity from the Fan Mansion. The soldiers guarding the city did not dare to stop him and let him go.
He rode his horse all the way. Pedestrians on the street gave way and stopped at the county government office.
"Master Fan of the Mansion City sent an order, don't stop it." The messenger took out the Fan Mansion token, asked the guard to see the person, and ran in quickly.
At this time, Fan Shirong sat upright and issued an instruction document saying that it was a bumper harvest in the county this year, so he approved it: "This is really a joy. Winter seeds should not be neglected, so he ordered the department to inspect."
Then he looked at the personnel list. Sang Li, the ninth-rank inspector, not only handled the yamen's tolerances, but also took the inspection department.
The inspection department is in charge of the local archers recruited by the county magistrate, and is actually a militia, and mastering 200 militias is also a strength.
After reading it, Fan Shirong was walking and stretching his waist, and at this moment, he ran in. Fan Shirong recognized that he was the Fan family's supporter and said, "Wang Cai, what's wrong, is it so panicked?"
Wang Cai knelt down and said, "After the order of the master, I will come and tell him that Wang Cunye will return to the county soon!"
Fan Shirong was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he said: "Didn't you say you have to wait for three years to be qualified?"
Wang Cai kowtowed and said, "Young Master. Master said that Wang Cunye has become an inner disciple and wants to become a ghost immortal. The Taoist Palace wrote to him and asked the master to congratulate him."
"The master said, let you prepare some gifts and send them to Dayan Temple. Don't be too late!"
When Fan Shirong heard this, his face turned red and blue, and a moment of sweat broke out on his back. He gritted his teeth: "You are unbelievable, I don't believe it. I have become a ghost immortal in just a few months?"
These things are not secret. Fan Shirong has an understanding of the Taoist Palace system, but he understands very well what this "ghost immortal" means!
After saying this, he felt discouraged and sat in his seat and was stunned.
This can't actually be false.
At this time, the autumn wind blew, and the window paper kept sank. Fan Shirong calmed down after a long time and said, "Wang Cai, go back and say to the old man, I know this and will handle it... Just go back like this, listen to him."
"Yes! I obey the order!"
Wang Cai stood up and retreated, turned over and pulled the horse, and headed towards the city.
There was no one around, Fan Shirong drank tea one sip after another, his face was full of fatigue. After watching the stacks of documents for a long time, he worked hard and dispatched materials to soothe people's hearts.
Since I was unfamiliar at the beginning, I am eased by ease. This is not only talent, foundation, but also diligent, and I am a little satisfied with myself.
But now that the news came up, I felt that there was no way to start. I just drank tea and slowly paced in the room.
Fan Shirong's eyes turned red when he thought about the hard work of the past few months: "Hey, I didn't think it was in this position before, but now I think the word "traitor" is really appropriate. It's abominable to steal the power of the country, steal the position of the country, and seize the foundation of the country, it's abominable!"
The more Fan Shirong walked, the more he felt the depression in his heart. It took him a long time to let out a heavy breath and go out.
A servant quickly pushed open the door and asked the young master to go out. Fan Shirong thought silently. Suddenly he noticed the man, and couldn't help but feel moved and asked, "Ma Teng, how many years have you been to my house?"
When the man heard this, he lowered his hands and replied: "Young master, the villain came to the mansion three years ago. Fortunately, the master took it in. He has been in Fan Mansion for three years."
"Oh, it's been three years." Fan Shirong listened and pondered silently. This person was still appreciated by Gao Jing back then. He said that he had some roots and bones. If he cultivated it, he would be useful, but he had to grind his water chestnut first.
But these mortal means can catch up with the promotion of Taoist priests?
"You go and buy gifts for me, and bring my token, so that the constable will find a team of festive drummers to come over. I will be useful tomorrow morning. The gift is for a female crown, so that they can keep the account on me. If you have been in my house for such a long time, I must have some vision. Don't be afraid of spending money. That's all, you go down to buy it. I will see something tomorrow morning." Fan Shirong said, drawing a token from his waist and throwing it to Ma Teng.
Ma Teng hurriedly took it, bowed and retreated silently. (-< Shuhai Pavilion >-. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!