The Yangzhou Prefecture Office was also holding a banquet. The magistrate led a group of officials from all over the Yangzhou. He was warmly hosting the academic and political affairs of major prefectures, as well as great scholars and celebrities, and gathered together, with more than a hundred people.

There are many banquets in prosperous times, especially in officialdom.

For example, today the competition for the first talented men was held in Yangzhou Academy. It can be said that it has been a rare prosperous era since the founding of the dynasty. It must be done well, enthusiastically and sensational. Only in this way can we be considered as the favor of the holy grace.

Unfortunately, the weather was not good, with heavy rain and lightning, and the gloomy sky seemed to be covered with a shadow, which was somewhat unpleasant. Especially before, there had been urgent reports that the river outside Daocheng was soaring, the waves were astonishing, and it seemed to be flooding, which made Yangzhou magistrate very worried.

If the river embankment breaks, the river flows surging and the water floods for thousands of miles, it will be serious.

However, summer is not here, why does it cause heavy rainstorms for no reason? It should be just that the rain is heavy today.

That's probably...

The magistrate thought so and drove out a little haze in his heart. However, it was of great importance. On the one hand, he had issued an order to call several officials to mobilize and lead more than a thousand officers and soldiers out of the city to inspect the situation, soothe people's hearts.

In a word, as long as it rains heavily after tonight, there will be nothing.

Those who are now, keep drinking bars.

...

Gulu!

A bowl of bitter potion was poured in, and it seemed that it had an effect immediately. Ye Junsheng woke up leisurely.

"Brother, you finally woke up!"

Ye Junmei shouted in surprise.

“What time is it now?”

Ye Junsheng asked the first sentence when he woke up.

Ye Junmei was stunned: "It's Xu time."

Ye Junsheng got up and said, "I want to go out."

"Ah, brother, you're just getting better and you're going out? What happened?"

Ye Junmei grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go.

Ye Junsheng smiled bitterly and said, "It's a big deal."

"Is that?"

The girl Bingxue was smart and seemed to have thought of something.

"So I'm going to go to the City God Temple to check it out and make sure."

"City God Temple?"

Ye Junmei couldn't keep up with her brother's thinking.

Ye Junsheng's eyes were a little confused: "As the saying goes, if you worship God more, you will be blessed by God. Maybe I should know it now."

"But your body..."

"I'm fine."

Ye Junsheng waved his hand and knew his own situation best. What he had was not a disease. Even if he insisted on saying it was a disease, it was not an ordinary disease. If the speculation came true, Yangzhou City would face a catastrophe, which was really not a joke.

"Or, I'll go with you."

Ye Junmei was always a little worried.

"No, I'll be back soon."

Ye Junsheng left this sentence. He took an oil-paper umbrella, opened the door, and walked out in the wind and rain.

It was getting late, and the wind and rain were endless, so I was very drowsy now. I left the academy and turned to the street. There were no pedestrians on the road, and it was very lonely. However, the restaurants on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and the sound of cups was constantly heard, with the sound of singing strings, applause, and laughter.

There is no doubt that every joy is held.

In contrast, Ye Junsheng walked underneath with an oil-paper umbrella alone. It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

One person faces the world.

Ye Junsheng's steps were very steady, stepping on the road where water was flowing. But the water dispersed like spirituality and did not wet his shoes and socks. If someone saw it, he would definitely be so surprised that his chin would fall.

Water escape!

Before he knew it, Ye Junsheng slightly used the water escape, separated the water under his feet and could not invade. His water escape was originally attached to his natal flying sword and was about to enter the wine, but because of the progress of the flying sword's cultivation, it could spread and control it. Although he could not really ride the wind and waves, he could handle some accumulated water.

He walked slowly and soon arrived in front of the City God Temple.

At this time, there were no pilgrims coming to burn incense, and the temple prayers closed the door early and went to rest.

Standing still, looking up, staring, and not moving for a long time, like a sculpture standing erected outside the door.

Baa!

Suddenly, the temple gate sounded and was opened. A man came out. He was bald, thin, wrinkled gray monk's robe, empty hands, and only a string of plain white rosary hanging between his neck. Looking closely, his eyes, nostrils facing the sky, and two twelves of nose hair appeared. I don't know how long it took to cut them off as hairs on the pen.

Stinky monk.

Ye Junsheng immediately recognized the other party. In Jizhou, the monk stinky monk rescued Chu Sanlang. At that time, he had visited the other party's Hanging Temple. At that time, the monk stinky monk said that he had wisdom and wanted to escape into a monk.

Time and space change, and the two met again in Yangzhou. However, the time, place and environment of the encounter were quite unusual.

Obviously, the stinky monk also recognized Ye Junsheng at the first time, put his palms together, and recited the Buddha's name: "How is the scholar?"

In the past, he used the "Rootless Pure Transfer Technique" to plant peach blossoms without any skills, create illusions, and bear fruit, and wanted to enlighten Ye Junsheng, but unexpectedly suffered from the backlash of literary spirit and broke the magic. However, he did not have a clear understanding of Ye Junsheng's background. At this time, he met him and immediately realized that Ye Junsheng should be here to participate in the talent competition, which is not a strange thing.

It has not been seen for a long time, and the stench on the stinky monk's body became even stronger. It emitted like a stinky salted fish. I really don't understand where this stinky smell comes from.

After all, he is also a warlock.

Ye Junsheng scratched his head, bowed and said, "It turned out to be a master. After parting in Jizhou, his charm is as good as before."

The smelly monk smiled, and his eyes were faintly shining: "The heavy rain is like a rush, I wonder why the scholar came to the City God Temple?"

Ye Junsheng said: "It is because this rain is so fierce and strange that I feel uneasy that I come to pay homage to the City God and ask for peace."

"Um?"

The smelly monk was slightly stunned and suddenly stretched out his hand and waved it, but when the rain all over the sky suddenly changed, twisted, and formed a stream of water, and then changed, it condensed into a fierce face, and pounced on Ye Junsheng fiercely.

Faced with all this, Ye Junsheng seemed to have no reaction and looked a little confused.

Hurry!

The water flow's face was approaching, and it automatically dissolved in an instant, and turned into countless raindrops. It fell all over the ground like small beads, rolling all over the ground, showing no signs.

The stinky monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "If the scholar does not dislike it, why don't you and I go out to have a drink? As for paying homage to the City God, haha, if the City God is not here today, there is no need to pay respects, as it is a waste to pay respects."

Ye Junsheng smiled: "The sage said: 'Sacrifice is like a god', and I can just bow outside the door." After that, he stood solemnly outside, bowed respectfully to the City God Temple, and showed etiquette.

"Salvation to God is like God is?"

If the smelly monk has any experience, he will smile and say nothing.

At this time, the rain seemed to be endless and became heavier.
Chapter completed!