Du Zhuozhai, who has always been deserted, has indeed started to improve in recent days, and he has income every day. Especially when Chu Sanlang was frightened and was stunned and lost his soul, it was fueled to some extent. Everyone knew in his heart that with Chu Sanlang's current mental state, it was impossible to cause trouble for Ye Junsheng again.

Speaking of this matter, gossip is flying all over the sky. While talking, I felt that Ye Junsheng was very lucky. At the critical moment, Chu Sanlang had an accident, so he could escape the disaster.

At the same time, Guo Nanming, who had been studying in the south for a long time, came back.

His return simply caused an inexplicable change in the atmosphere of the academy. The people who had originally surrounded him felt that the backbone had returned and gathered together again; Ye Junsheng had never had any group, and he had only three or two friends around him.

"Hmph, I just said that Guo Nanming refused to give up. As soon as he came back, he denied Jun's name as the number one talented man in the north."

Huang Chaozhi was angry when he found out the news.

Liu Tianchen asked: "How to deny it?"

Huang Chaozhi said: "Since he is a talented man, how can he rely solely on poetry? Calligraphy, painting, piano and chess, etc. must be accomplished before he can be truly called a talented man!"

It is undeniable that after some study tours, Guo Nanming's vision has expanded greatly, and his gaze on things has indeed made great progress. He has gone out from a narrow perspective and has begun to become broader.

Liu Tianchen pondered: "This statement also makes sense."

However, Huang Chaozhi didn't care about it and said, "In my opinion, he just didn't accept it. He deliberately picked out some topics and tried to turn things around... Junsheng, are you right?"

Ye Junsheng said calmly: "Whether it is true or not, it's all said, why bother to care?"

"How can you not care? This time Guo Nanming came back, and he also brought a message saying that next spring, a talented man competition will be held, led by Yangzhou Academy, and will invite all the talents from all over the world to gather in Jiangnan. He recites poems and writes calligraphy and paintings, and all the questions will be taken. The final result will be the male and female."

Upon hearing this, Liu Tianchen's eyes shone out.

In addition to being fame and fortune in order to get a test, scholars in the world are also eager to gain reputation for talented men. Few people can truly be indifferent and self-encouragement.

Liu Tianchen said: "Then how do they hire someone?"

"It is said that a standard will come out at that time, and the outstanding people in the academies in various places will receive invitations. With the talent and reputation of the king, they will definitely be invited."

Liu Tianchen sighed, "There are many talents and many heroes. This is a rare gathering in the ages, and I can't wait. Even if I don't invite you, I will go to Jiangnan."

Huang Chaozhi laughed and said, "Of course. I believe that after the news spreads, I don't know how many people will go to Yangzhou. You go and I, and we all go together."

The two of them were excited when they were imagining, as if the martial arts world was about to hold the world's No. 1 martial arts conference. Even if they were not strong enough, they could go to the scene to see it. It was a great honor.

"Junsheng, you have to prepare for the future and work hard."

The last four eyes looked at Ye Junsheng in unison.

Before he could answer, Huang Chaozhi rushed to say, "Junsheng, your words are the best, but seven-character and five-character still need to be tested; and there is no problem with calligraphy. So, in terms of painting... Junsheng, I heard that you have also achieved success in painting, so in this way, your chances of winning will increase greatly."

My predecessor, the bookworm, was indeed unique in painting. However, later Ye Junsheng thought that calligraphy was easier to achieve, so he opened the Duzhu Zhai to sell characters instead of paintings.

First, painting is difficult to make and takes a lot of time; second, compared to calligraphy, the artistic standards of painting are more vague and harder to be recognized. If you work hard to draw a painting, no one cares about it, wouldn’t you be glaring?

However, if you want to participate in a talent competition and balanced performance in all aspects, the meaning is completely different.

Liu Tianchen praised: "Yes, the glory of the academy depends entirely on you." That being said, but he also understands that it is not easy to participate in such a talent competition with universal significance. Especially in the south, there are always talented people. In comparison, the entire north is much weaker. Ye Junsheng does not have to win the championship, as long as he can rank among the top, it can be considered a victory.

Ye Junsheng touched his nose and said a bit: "The future is long, let's talk about it later."

...

Today, Jizhou City is extremely lively, with people coming and going, hawking, shouting, calling, and making noises, forming a vast ocean of sounds.

Outside the East City Gate, a man suddenly stepped forward, but he was a thin monk with an ugly face, a wide mouth, nostrils facing the sky, and his nose hair grew out in a thick way, like a pen tip. He was wearing a gray monk's robe, wrinkled, and I don't know how long it took to wash it, and there was a peculiar smell.

Everyone who hears it looks sideways and retreats.

The monk neither held a Zen stick nor a copper bowl. His sleeves were empty, and only a string of plain white rosary was hanging between his neck. When he entered the city gate, he saw a reward for a conspicuous place, which was posted by the prefectural prefecture. He couldn't help but stop and read it, and reached out to reveal the list.

When a soldier next to him saw it, he hurried over and said, "This master has announced the list, but is he willing to treat the magistrate's son?"

When I looked at the other party, I didn't have the slightest demeanor of a master, but I looked like a wild monk, especially the strange smell that I wanted to vomit when I smelled it. If the magistrate had not ordered the emperor repeatedly, the soldiers would have driven out the people.

The monk snorted in his nose: "Lead the way."

Seeing his confident look, the soldier dared not be negligent, so he immediately took him to the prefecture and asked someone to inform him.

Chu Zhizhou happened to be in the mansion. He hurriedly came out to greet him when he heard the news: Recently, Chu Sanlang's condition has tended to worsen, and he talked nonsense, laughed and scolded all the time, making his family feel uneasy and miserable. He almost invited all the doctors in the city and took dozens of bags of medicine, but it was useless.

Now that someone finally announced the list, Chu Zhizhou was overjoyed and did not want to act as an official. When he saw the monk's appearance, he muttered again, shocked and suspicious. However, he thought again: There should not be anyone who cheated and dared to trick the magistrate into the head.

Maybe all the laity masters are of this strange appearance.

——In the Tianhua Dynasty, Taoism was revealed, and rumors about land gods were circulated from time to time, which were deeply respected by people. In the court, they turned a blind eye to these laity masters and had very poor restraints.

"How do you call this master?"

Chu Zhizhou immediately put down his official airs and bowed to him.

Then the monk's eyes opened. After sweeping it, he saw the lush spiritual light on the top of Chu Zhizhou. There was a literary ray of light and an official ray of seals. He was very steadily guarding the top, and the staggering yellow lights were flowing, which made the pupils feel astringent and painful.

"Good official spirit!"

The monk sighed in his heart, even though he was practicing immortality, he did not make a big deal at this moment. He bowed his head and bowed and said, "I am a stinky monk from Gukong Temple."

When he heard this name, even though Chu Zhizhou was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but be stunned. Where can there be such a monk's name in the world?

The smelly monk...

Having said that, he is really bad, the problem is that he will not use this as his name even if he is young. Is this a self-deprecating person?

"So it's a stinky master, come in and use tea."

When talking about this inappropriate name, Chu Zhizhou felt it was awkward to say, so he made a "please" gesture. He was really unsure because he had never heard of an ancient temple name like "Gukong Temple", and the Hangkong Temple was famous. However, it is not easy to say much at present, so he should invite someone in first and use his methods. If he is really a liar, it would be fine to kill him directly.

The smelly monk shook his hand: "No tea first, go and see Mr. Ling first."

Chu Zhizhou was unable to ask for it, and it was just enough to test the authenticity. He immediately took him to the wing where Chu Sanlang lived, and heard a "bang bang" sound of smashing things from afar. It seemed that Chu Sanlang was about to go crazy again. The two maids who were serving were scared and retreated, guarding the door and not daring to go in.

Zhizhou Chu couldn't help feeling depressed, but when he saw the calm attitude of the monk, he suddenly felt hope.

What a stinky monk, Shi Shiran stepped into the room.

"Ghost!"

When Chu Sanlang, who was disheveled, screamed suddenly when he saw him, swung a solid wood stool, and smashed the stinky monk. His face and expression were ferocious, and he gritted his teeth, wishing he could smash the stinky monk into pieces.

The smelly monk raised his eyes and his eyebrows couldn't help but jump, as if he could see some unusual clues, and was a little stunned.

Seeing this, Chu Zhizhou behind him couldn't help but shout: "Be careful, Master!"

But when the stool was about to hit the top of his head, the stinky monk opened his eyes calmly, and he used his hands like lightning. He reached out and pointed his hand and beat him out. He hit Chu Sanlang's forehead and opened his mouth and shouted: "You're not going to wake up quickly!"

It is as straight as a glaring Vajra.

Buzz!

In an instant, Chu Sanlang seemed to be kicked up and was completely confused. He stood there motionlessly. In an instant, the confusion and fanatic color in his eyes receded like a tide. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the stinky monk, and then he saw Chu Zhizhou and immediately knelt down on the ground: "Uncle, is this, boy?"

But I can't remember all the things that happened during the palpitations.

As soon as the stinky monk made a move, he instantly enlightened Chu Sanlang and woke him up. When Chu Zhizhou saw it, he was ecstatic and rushed over quickly and hugged Chu Sanlang. The father and son actually hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

"Anita, good, good!"

The stinky monk put together and recited the Buddha's name. His face stretched out and made people see it. He felt that it was not smelly at all. In a vague way, even the odor on his body weakened a little.

Chu Zhizhou was so happy that he immediately ordered his servants to prepare a banquet to welcome the monks with good health.

But I heard the stinky monk say, "Master, if you can, I want to build a temple in this Jizhou city. This is my great wish when I became a monk."

Chu Zhizhou smiled and said, "It's okay. I immediately ordered someone to wait for the master's instructions and set up a temple in the city. For specific requests, please ask the master to submit it."

He did what he said and ordered with one order, and immediately a responsible steward came up to obey the order.
Chapter completed!