However, now is not the time, so I have to find out everything before talking about it.
Luo Shui thought, stared at the county government deeply, turned around and left, and when he arrived at the corner, he disappeared. After walking a few more steps, he disappeared immediately.
Dayan View
The mountain is not high, but it is deep and quiet, with a bit of atmosphere.
There is a pavilion in front of the mountain road with the three words "rest pavilion" written on it. A stone tablet was erected in front of the pavilion, saying that the Yi family in the county donated money to repair it, so that the pilgrims can rest and shelter from the rain and snow.
Luo Shui changed into a new cotton robe at this time and wore cloth boots. He said it was expensive or not and said it was cheap or not. It was very inconspicuous and looked over in front of the pavilion.
Although it is the fifteenth day of the New Year, there are already densely filled with pilgrims on the mountain road.
The steps of the mountain road are clean, and even the road below the mountain road is flat. Pilgrims hold incense in their hands and go forward to make wishes and pray for blessings. There are small stalls around, selling incense, fortune telling, and soup cakes and snacks, which is almost a market.
This road has been repaired, and Luoshui knew the influence of this Taoist temple and followed immediately.
But even so, the hillside is steep and many pedestrians are a little tired of climbing. Some pilgrims from ordinary farmers are still good and get used to it.
The wealthy family who came to the famous place seemed very difficult. They could not get on a carriage on this mountain road, and they were not allowed to use sedan chairs. They could only walk up. At first glance, they saw several rich families with pale faces and sweating.
When the pedestrians saw this, they all despise themselves, but when they saw these servants, they kept rushing on their way.
The 330th stairs leading to the Dayanguan stairs at the foot of the mountain, winding up the way. Luoshui stood on the last stairs, watching the ancient Taoist temple built along the mountain.
The three words "Dayanguan" on the plaque in front of the door are simple and majestic. Although they are enemies, Luo Shui couldn't help but praise them, but when he got inside, he was stunned.
Pilgrims shuttle back and forth, and the main hall is on the front of the corridor. The specifications are very large, and there are three iron tripods in front of the hall, with incense scattered in it.
Luoshui looked into the hall. There were also smoke curling inside, and the curtains drooped, offering a goddess. The people who burned the incense were trembling and did not dare to make noise. They all knelt down and prayed a few times, and kowtowed out. Some threw good money towards the merit box. In front of the two merit boxes, there were Taoist children. Anyone who offered money would bow their heads no matter how much they offered.
Luo Shui didn't dare to watch it with his spiritual eyes, but even so, he felt a faint light in his heart when the cigarette smoke lingered in the hall.
"Is this guy trying to burn incense?" Just as Luoshui was watching, an old man walked over from behind, holding a handful of incense in his hand and said to Luoshui.
Luo Shui turned his head and saw that the old man was covered in white hair, but his legs were still flexible, and exclaimed: "The old man is so full of bones."
Hearing Luo Shui's praise, the old man laughed and said, "I'm old. I can't live for a few years. I can't compete with the immortals in the Taoist temple, alas!"
Seeing this, Luo Shui smiled and said nothing, and then asked for a moment: "Old man, is the empress in this view effective?"
"Spiritual, very spiritual!" The old man was excited when he saw Luo Shui mention this: "Last year, a little grandson, I was sick, so I came to the temple to burn incense and kowtow and beg. When I went back, my grandson's illness was cured. The lady is really good, don't neglect her."
"Of course, of course." Luo Shui smiled, his eyes faintly.
Is such a big pilgrim, the gods in the Dao Temple the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court? I’m afraid that even if the red gods of the Heavenly Court are not able to have such influence!
At this glance, I am afraid there will be tens of thousands of people bowing to you in the day. Even if there are more people in the New Year, there will be more than a thousand people usually!
Thinking of this, it was the Taoist temple in Penglai Taoist Palace. It actually offered people who had no hope of going to the divine way. The clergy is unclear and the divine power is low. Obviously, there are not many incense or worship.
Thinking of this, Luo Shui continued to greet the old man: "Old man, why do you want to give me some fragrance?"
"What money do you want, take it." The old man talked with him in an affair, and didn't care about the few pennies. He picked up a handful of Xiangsai and went to Luoshui's hand.
"Go and worship the Empress quickly. If you are too late, you won't be able to squeeze in." The old man greeted him repeatedly.
"Thank you, my uncle." Luo Shui refused to refuse when he saw this, collected the incense, thanked him, and walked inside.
The incense in Taoist temples is really popular. Pilgrims come and go. What is commendable is orderly and one goes down and the other goes up, queuing up, not noisy. This shows the influence of the goddess inside - only awe can have this appearance.
Luo Shui remained silently and was silently lined up behind. After a moment, it was his turn.
Luoshui lit the incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and knelt down. This kneeling is normal in the eyes of others, but if you observe carefully, you will find that it is different.
Luo Shui knelt down and seemed to be kneeling on the pillow. If you really look closely, you can see that you just lean forward and do not bow down, and count the points out of thin air.
When burning incense, Luo Shui felt calm in his heart. He bowed and went out and everything was normal.
He left the hall, left the Taoist temple, and then arrived at the stone steps. Luo Shui wiped his forehead and saw sweat suddenly seeping from his forehead.
There will be simple sympathy when burning incense, which is very vague, but Luo Shui just saw a strange phenomenon.
This is a round of golden light, surrounded by light spots, and the sound of praise, praise, and worship are constantly heard.
"Worship the White Lady!"
"Worship the Water Goddess!"
"Seeking the Ba Xun Yeji!"
It’s just these wishes. The key is that although this round of golden light is not yet golden and has a hint of red, it is clearly equivalent to the realm of the Taoist sect’s earthly realm, and it is already considered a golden edict.
In this way, the gods are fully equipped with magical powers, which can only ensure that they are difficult to suppress. They want to kill thousands of difficulties, let alone without magical powers. They can kill the Jinzhi gods of the Earth Immortal level without magical powers. This is simply a joke, unless they are the Human Emperor!
Of course, if the last trace of red is completely perfect and turns into golden, Luoshui can only escape by looking at the wind!
Qianqian knelt down just now, but she had not alarmed the goddess. If she leaked her magical powers, she would immediately find out that it would be impossible to take action in Dayan Temple.
Luo Shui was silent for a moment and turned around and left.
Yunya County. County Yamen
In the small hall, Fan Shirong was sitting. After reviewing a document, he drank strong tea and was stunned.
Pingshan Bay is surrounded by Yunya County. Recently, it is protected by the river god Bai Susu. The county has good weather and irrigated tens of acres of fertile land, and harvests are bumper every year.
After several years of county administration, the so-called great governance in this county is just a departure from the position of the prince, but it becomes a little far away. The eldest brother's position in the county is becoming more and more consolidated.
Just as I was thinking, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Fan Shirong was interrupted and asked unhappily.
It's already dusk, I don't want anyone to come.
"It's the official!" A voice outside said, the voice was very familiar, but it was Bo Yangsundao, the county magistrate.
"Oh, it turns out it's Anchor Yang, come in!" Fan Shirong immediately changed his color and said.
As soon as the words came, the door creaked, and Yang Sundao, wearing a light red official uniform, walked in and greeted Fan Shirong: "I am so offensive to disturb the county lord, please forgive me."
"If you have the Lord, I don't have the jail in the house yet!" Fan Shirong waved his hand when he heard this, smiled on his face, and pointed at a chair: "Please sit down and talk. You come here at this time, what's the matter?"
"Thank you, the county lord." Yang Sundao thanked him, then sat down, paused, and said, "I'm not hiding the county lord, tomorrow is the wedding of my nephew. The official is going to rush back, so I'll ask the county lord for permission!"
"Oh, so that's it. Your nephew has a happy event, but he wants to congratulate me. I'll give you a gift." Fan Shirong suddenly realized when he heard this: "Since that's the case, you can go back today and have a three-day rest!"
"Thank you, but there is another thing for the officials... The county has flooded, but it has never flooded once since last year. The weather is good, the harvest is good, and the people are making less troubles." The master Bo said: "I just checked the county's grain warehouse once, but it is old. I can't tell whether it is a rat or a human waste. I also ask the county to approve it and repair the grain warehouse."
Fan Shirong nodded as he heard this. As long as the people have food to eat, who would be unable to live with their own lives?
The one he was most satisfied with in the past few years was his agreement with Bai Susu. The county was in good weather and the grain harvest had increased. The repair of the grain warehouse was actually a major political matter.
"It's a pity to have good weather and good weather, peace and peace in the people!" Just then, a voice came.
"Who?" Fan Shirong was shocked. When he looked around, he saw no one. In surprise, he heard a slight sound. A man in black suddenly stood in front of him!
Fan Shirong had a very deep skill in qi cultivation. He calmed down in an instant and looked carefully. He saw that this was a young man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old. He was thinking about how to say something, and his hand had already touched a red talisman.
But the Lord Bo Yang Sundao ignored these things, and immediately leaned forward, pushed the table, and shouted: "Bold! You don't want to survive if you break into the county yard? Where is the yamen runner? Take it down for me!"
As soon as he shouted, Fan Shirong knew that it was not good, but before he could react, the sword light flashed and the table was divided into two halves. Before Yang Sundao could continue, the sword light flashed again, and a big head flew out, and blood spurted out three feet in the air.
Fan Shirong was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly said, "Let's wait..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the long sword piercing straight into Fan Shirong's chest with a "puff".
Fan Shirong's whole body was shocked, and he looked down in disbelief. At this time, he was thinking about something, and blood spurted out, slowly falling to the ground, laughed, and suddenly became angry!
But almost at the same time, Luo Shui groaned, drew out the sword, touched his nose, and saw a few traces of blood on the back of his hand!
"Backoff? Does this official have such great luck and fame?"
Unlike the Fusang-style name, which is only tens of thousands of stones, which is equivalent to the same township, Yunya County has tens of thousands of households and 70,000 to 80,000 people. The county magistrate Fan Shirong is not simple. He attaches importance to agriculture and sericulture and is honest in politics. He started to have good weather and good harvests last year. It is also considered to be the bumper harvest of 70,000 to 80,000 people who are grateful to the people, and this son is protected by dragon energy. When he was killed, he immediately had a backlash.
However, at this time, people were clamoring, and Luo Shui could no longer think about it. His figure flashed and disappeared into the room in a blink of an eye. (To be continued) rq!~!
Chapter completed!