Feng Bingwen made no secret of his dislike for the golden toad raised by his father. Although it symbolized huge wealth, this could not change the fact that it was just a toad, although it might be much prettier than its counterparts in the fields.
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"..."
The old man was silent for a moment, but there was still a little doubt in his eyes.
"You really didn't arrange it?"
"If I had arranged it, I wouldn't have picked such an ugly thing. What if it scares my mother into kissing her?"
Feng Bingwen said with a bit of laughter and laughter. It sounds quite good to have a golden toad in his arms, but if you think about it carefully, it's fine, and suddenly a toad as big as a millstone jumps in. Who can bear this?
"ugly?"
Hearing his grandson's comment, Feng Lingjun turned his head and glanced at the Haechi beside him, and was silent for a moment. Compared with the big cat he raised, the golden toad and other things did have a somewhat lower price, even if this kind of auspiciousness was the most auspicious.
Popular with merchants and the like.
"That golden toad should be my father's own blessing!"
Feng Bingwen expressed his previous judgment. His father had rescued countless victims who were harassed by beasts and barbarians. There might be some people with shortcomings in virtue among them, but overall, his behavior must have great merit.
People who have meritorious deeds will inevitably have good luck and will get some things that ordinary people can only hope to achieve. It is natural that good and evil will be rewarded.
"Zichuan's own good fortune!"
Hearing this statement, Feng Lingjun nodded without comment. He also knew what his son had done over the years.
"By the way, I did train the geese that my grandma raised, but you brought this cat with you, I didn't put it in your hands."
Feng Bingwen felt that some words should be made clear. The old man seemed to have misunderstood something. His desire for control was not that strong. Although he hoped that his family could accumulate virtues and do good deeds and achieve good results, he did not want to arrange everything.
"Okay, I get it!"
Feng Lingjun waved his hand. He took this black cat that could ward off evil spirits with him. It was indeed a subjective act on his part, but the reason why he made such a choice was not because he saw the mysterious power of this cat.
at.
Who let him see it?
He was originally a teacher who was half buried in the earth? Who brought him into contact with a field that did not belong to mortals?
Of course, the old man kept these questions in his heart and did not say them out. Once these words were spoken, he could not take them back.
"Aren't you going to find your parents? Go ahead and don't waste your time with me. I've only written half of the memorial!"
"Then I'll leave first, and I'll come back to see you later!"
Seeing that the old man was starting to chase people away, Feng Bingwen did not hesitate. Unlike grandma, the old man was obviously living a much more fulfilling life. To a certain extent, he had realized his ambition.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen glanced at the old man who was leaning on the desk and starting to write quickly. His thoughts swept away and he looked strange, but he didn't do anything more and disappeared directly into the study room.
Because just outside the county government office, a couple was playing drums, seemingly complaining about their grievances. When the old man heard the sound of the drums, he even put down the memorial for the time being and hurried out.
Obviously, as the inspector, the old man temporarily replaced the county magistrate whom he had dismissed, and in order to maintain the government's local rule, he really had no time to spare.
"..."
Above the clouds, Feng Bingwen looked down at the old man below who had put on official robes and was sitting in the courtroom. Amidst the mighty voice of the fast class yamen officer, he began to summon the drummer and inquired seriously, and sighed softly. He breathed out two words immediately,
"Shinto!"
With what the old man is doing now and his vigorous and resolute style in dealing with corrupt officials, it is only a matter of time before his reputation and deeds spread throughout Daqian, and it may not take long for him to become a household name.
As for officials whose reputation has reached this level, it is only a very simple matter for them to be canonized by the emperor and serve as a city god after their death.
It's a matter of course!
Of course!
A person who dares to wield a butcher's knife against corrupt officials, a person who can uphold justice for the people at all times, it will be unjustifiable if he cannot enjoy incense and worship after a hundred years.
Of course, as a junior, Feng Bingwen would not comment on his elders at will. After all, what the old man did was of great benefit to him to some extent and benefited many people. Even if he was utilitarian, it was not a big deal.
Fundamentally speaking, the old man is also an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires. It is wrong to ask others according to the standards of a saint. Only those who have desires are human beings.
The old man is a scholar. Although he only achieved the title of scholar before his grandson intervened, he has been teaching and educating people for half his life.
And it is not surprising that such an old scholar who is over fifty years old would do some radical things after being exposed to the secrets of a class that he could only look up to all his life and that were unknown to ordinary people.
The pursuit of immortality is not a big deal in the first place. Rather, it is the most fundamental desire of every intelligent being. Every practitioner is pursuing immortality.
There are very faint traces of practice on the old man's body, but he has not even passed the threshold of practice. Cultivation requires deep understanding. Immortality is beyond your reach, and martial arts is beyond your reach. The old man's age is there. Woolen cloth.
Put yourself in someone else's shoes, as an old scholar who understands and comes into contact with immortality, what should you do?
Shinto!
It is the only and best choice. After all, there are no qualifications or talents required for those who become gods. As long as they can gather the incense of the people, they can step onto the altar and enjoy immortality.
Of course, all the above are Feng Bingwen's guesses. What are the specifics? What are the real thoughts of his old man? Feng Bingwen does not intend to delve into it. He just needs to do the right thing at the right time.
"The god of incense and fire seems to be a bit lacking. It would be good if he could become the god of wind, mountains and water!"
No matter what the old man's thoughts are now, Feng Bingwen is ready to arrange the old man's posthumous affairs. If this matter comes to pass, he will have less to worry about.
"Let's talk about it later!"
Feng Bingwen turned into a mysterious light and passed over the sky of the Daqian Dynasty. His spiritual thoughts spread high in the sky, and he was able to contact the two sacred figures who were following him far behind.
They did not hide their existence from Feng Bingwen. It could be said that they were watching him openly, not even peeping.
Regarding this kind of behavior, Feng Bingwen felt annoyed and a little helpless. After all, he really couldn't beat him, and he didn't do anything.
But fortunately, one of the little birds seemed to have come into contact with the mortal dynasty for the first time, and he became very interested in the noisy and lively human race gathering place.
Before Feng Bingwen could think of a way to get rid of them, he happily dragged his close friend to a large city with a population of one million.
Seeing this, Feng Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief, and then went to look for his biological parents without stopping. Although it was estimated that it would not take long for the sisters to catch up, but it would take a while for them to be separated.
"Quack!"
A large toad, as big as a calf, lay lazily on a lying stone. The sunlight fell on him, reflecting the bright and dazzling golden light.
"The color isn't bad, but it's just too ugly like this!"
The Taoist fell from the sky on the clouds and stared at the big golden toad lazily basking in the sun. The moment the toad felt the Taoist's breath, it trembled unconsciously and "popped" without even thinking about it.
It jumped up with a sound and crashed into the landscape pond specially built for it in front of it.
"Who?"
Before the Taoist fell from the sky, the big golden toad jumped into the pond to avoid the Taoist's gaze, immediately disturbing many practitioners in this villa!
Like a naughty child poking a hornet's nest, in just one breath, Feng Bingwen, standing in the air, saw powerful warriors bending their bows and setting arrows, Taoists holding long flags, shaking soul-calling bells, and monks
Wearing cassocks, holding a Zen staff, and reciting scriptures, the Buddha's light is vast.
"Amitabha! The poor monk Jingshan Temple, Wu Kong, has seen the donor. I wonder where the donor came from and why he came here?"
Unlike the most numerous martial arts barbarians in the villa, the monk who was extremely eye-catching and had a strong sense of presence asked about Feng Bingwen's origins and also revealed his own background. His intention couldn't be more obvious.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, this Taoist friend, where does he live in immortality?"
Following closely behind the bald donkey, who didn't look like a decent Taoist, he asked Feng Bingwen's background directly and without any cover-up.
"You bald donkeys and bull-nosed guys talk a lot of nonsense. You can tell by the look on his face that he's not a good guy. Just shoot him off first and then ask if he's okay!"
A warrior holding a yellow eagle bow, which was as curved as the full moon, said indifferently. He looked at Feng Bingwen with a look full of vigilance, and a bit eager to try.
"stop!"
The tense atmosphere quickly dissipated with an angry scolding sound.
A woman in a gorgeous dress, surrounded by a group of maids and old women, appeared by the landscaped pond. Her eyes first glanced at the sky, and then she scolded with frost on her face.
"My husband-in-law spent a lot of money to hire you, not to let you take action against my child!"
"Amitabha!"
Feeling the anger of this lady, the monk who looked like an enlightened monk chanted the name of the Buddha, with his head lowered slightly to hide the embarrassment on his face.
Who would have thought that something like this would happen? Although the lady had already shown them the portrait of her young master, not to mention that the appearance was somewhat similar, but the aura revealed in it was not right.
The pressure that made him, an old monk, feel uncomfortable, is what a teenage child should have? This was obviously too outrageous, and for a while he couldn't think of the young master Feng who had left home!
"Mrs. Feng, this is your young master? Are you right?"
The Taoist who was holding a long banner and carrying a bit of yin energy also looked confused, so much so that he directly asked the doubts in his heart without thinking.
"Have you ever seen any mother who misidentified her child?"
When Yu Huilian heard what the Taoist priest said, her already ugly face suddenly darkened, and she no longer lost face.
"If you don't want to do this anymore, you can leave, no one will keep you!"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
A Taoist priest who had been disgraced by a mortal woman recited a Taoist slogan without saying a word. He could scold him as much as he wanted, but it was impossible for him to leave.
"..."
However, even though he looked like he was ready to be beaten and scolded, the Taoist couldn't help but look up and glance at the young Taoist above who seemed to be watching the fun. He couldn't help but murmur in his heart that he had such a son.
Isn’t it funny to spend huge sums of money to hire these guys as guests?
"Mom, please calm down. Their behavior actually shows that your money has not been wasted. After all, this response is quite quick. If something really happens, it will definitely be useful."
Feng Bingwen fell from the sky and stood in front of the woman who was becoming more and more graceful.
It's just that it hasn't changed in a few years, and the mother's appearance is not much different from what he remembers, but her temperament is indeed different from the past.
"What's all for nothing? If I show up a little late, they will knock you down from the sky. Do I spend money to harm my own son?"
Yu Huilian was angry.
She was not surprised at all that her son had walked down from the sky, and she had already been mentally prepared.
Whether it was the changes in herself, the unusual things in her husband, or the elderly people in her family, she had already noticed them, and she also understood the reasons.
"Madam, you think highly of us!"
The Taoist with a gloomy aura around him spoke with some embarrassment. He felt the breath that Feng Bingwen inadvertently released, and his legs almost softened.
"This fellow Taoist comes from the Netherworld?"
Feng Bingwen followed the words and asked with a smile, his attitude was gentle, and he didn't mind at all because these guys were hostile to him.
"I don't dare, I come from Yinhun Sect, and the leader of the opening sect is from the Netherworld Sect!"
The Taoist priest introduced his origins.
"oh!"
Feng Bingwen nodded without any surprise. No matter how good the Netherworld Dao was, it was still one of the twelve Taoist sects of Xuanmen. No matter how destitute the disciples were, they would not be left to guard homes and courtyards.
"What's the point of talking to these blind guys? It's been a long time since you came back. Come here with your mother and tell me what you went through this time out!"
Regarding the scene that just happened, Yu Huilian, who was full of anger, was not polite. She grabbed Feng Bingwen's sleeve and wanted to pull him away from here.
"Well, actually we can't blame them entirely for this!"
Feng Bingwen excused his nursing staff and followed the force.
Of the people present, that Taoist was the only one that interested him. As for the monks and martial artists, there was no need to ask.