Hou Zi did not leave home, but he also learned some changes in Fufeng City from Uncle Sun.
Sure enough, Taoist Chongling came to Fufeng not just to deal with the backlog of private cases, but also for another purpose: a section of the Qingtang River embankment in Sanjiang Prefecture will be landed on the ground of Fufeng City, which requires strong local support.
Building embankments in this era is a major matter that consumes people and wastes money. There are no short-term benefits and we can only take a long-term view. This lacks motivation for ordinary people. People are like this. When floods occur, they complain about heaven and earth, but usually ignore them. This requires the government
guidance.
In the Anhe Kingdom, the dynasty cannot be said to be in decay, but it cannot be said to be dedicated to the people. Some major good governance for the people can only be spearheaded by the Taoist sect, which is also the foundation of Taoism.
The Taoist sect dispatches from among them, but it is the local officials and gentry who really provide the people, effort and money. If everyone obeys this, it will be difficult for even the Taoist sect to change the working environment of a region.
This is the reason why Chong Ling knew clearly that there was a reason for Lao Meng's murder and that Hou Zi's protection was not unwarranted, but he still insisted on dealing with the two of them.
Looking at the millions of people on both sides of the Qingtang River, they are of course much more important than two insignificant individuals; in this sense, Hou Zi and Lao Meng are not unjust for their fate. At least, they
Really killed someone.
Lao Meng died, and everything was over, leaving only Hou Zi to deal with a fate that was completely beyond his control; the individual had no ability to resist in front of the entire Taoist sect, and he couldn't even find anyone who had the ability to pass the message to him.
People in the government have no say in front of the Taoist sect, and his few limited Taoist sect friends are actually the same as grandma and uncle. The circle determines his fate.
...Uncle Sun has been busy outside these days, dealing with the Hou family's remaining wealth. He thought that he could bring more yellow and white things to the young master after he goes on the road in case he has a chance to use them. This is the old man's wish.
I still don’t quite understand the truth about Taoism. It’s definitely useful to deal with it, but yellow and white things won’t work. That’s two different things.
Hou Tzu never leaves the front door, never steps forward, and has no interest in going out when he is frustrated and letting others laugh at him. He is an arrogant person with a solitary and self-admiring personality. He cannot stand such insults, so he does not give those people a chance at all.
In the study, staring at the wooden box containing ginseng, he hesitated a little. Should he eat it now? Or should he keep it for the donation of key people?
He doesn't think that if he takes it now, he will reach the sky in one step. It is more likely that he will eat it in vain, and the possibility of side effects is greater.
He didn't think he could really meet a Taoist master, and he could let him go with just a ginseng tree. Taoist sects are not government officials, and Taoists are elites with faith.
Still hesitant, he decided to open it and take a look. Since Lao Meng delivered this thing to his door a few months ago, to show his noble nature, he had never opened the wooden box. Well, it was a bit artificial.
The wooden box was not locked, and the material was very ordinary. It was made of ordinary locust wood, and was fastened with straw ropes. When he opened it gently, a strong medicinal fragrance hit his nostrils, and he just lay like a cicada at the bottom of the box.
Not moving at all.
Ginseng worm is not a living thing. It is a specialty of Anhe country. It is a nodule attached to the mountain ginseng. It looks like a cicada lying on it sucking nutrients. In fact, it is also a plant, but its medicinal effect is stronger than that of the mountain ginseng.
Ginseng itself is more powerful and is a rare rare thing in the world of practice. The longer it takes, the more rare it becomes.
Hou Zi didn't know much about medicinal herbs, and he didn't have the opportunity to deepen his knowledge in this area. Even among capable cultivators, those who could get involved in elixirs were rare. This required the support of a sect.
It is difficult for an individual to achieve anything.
So, how should you take it? Eat it raw or make it into pills? When should you take it to get the maximum benefit? What are the taboos?
He didn't know all of these details, but he knew one thing very well. Chewing peonies like this now was a waste of treasure.
After carefully appreciating the details of the ginseng, he felt that the scent of Chinese medicine was strong in his nose. He still felt that it was better not to move now. When he was about to close the wooden box, he found a line of words faintly written on the inner wall of the box. He took a closer look:
A grain of rice weighs as much as Mount Sumeru. If you are unable to achieve enlightenment in this life, you will return wearing hair and horns.
Sighing deeply, he closed the wooden box, and his mood slowly turned calm; at least, what he did was recognized, including Lao Meng, and those who quietly came to leave their belongings at his door at night.
Ordinary mortals.
Their way of repaying him might be weak and useless, but Hou Zi knew that their attitude gave him the most important peace of mind.
enough.
...Three days later, Taoist Chong Ling and his party completed their mission in Fufeng City. The gentry in the city expressed their strong support and were willing to contribute money and efforts to benefit the world. However, Chong Ling saw clearly that there was a prerequisite for these statements, that is, the execution of the sentence.
Tsuta must be severely punished.
He also has no intention of seeking selfishness. A Shuerye cultivator who is not a true disciple of Taoism has no potential at all and is unnecessary.
Amidst the farewell of the city's dignitaries, a group of four people left on horseback. Taoist Chongling and his two disciples, as well as the criminal officer Hou Zi. In this world, ascetics cannot fly if they have not reached the realm of Tongxuan.
, riding horses is still their main way of traveling. Of course, whether Chongling Taoists have other magical means is another matter.
Hou Zi's face was calm, which disappointed the dignitaries who wanted to see panic in his eyes. However, they had received assurance from the Taoist sect that this person could not escape the level of peace and prayer and had a narrow escape from death. It was considered a very satisfactory life.
result.
Among the crowd, a woman with a voluptuous figure and a voluptuous figure, even though her face was covered with gauze, was also mixed in with a child of several years old.
The child's childish voice said, "Mom, where is Daddy going? Does he not want Myolie anymore?"
The woman's expression was invisible, but her tone was unkind, "This damn ghost will never come back! It's all his own fault. I told him a long time ago not to think of myself as a defender of morality, but now this is the end!"
Also, he is not your father, your father is actually from Wang Guan next door..."
She has reason not to be angry. Although two hundred taels of silver is not a small amount, if converted into each checkout over a few years, it is not much, and it is not as good as the cheapest goods in Qinglou...
That old old uncle Sun got much more than her, why?
The four figures gradually went away, and the farewell crowd also slowly dispersed. Overall, this was a successful cooperation between the Taoist sect and the government, which successfully eliminated a major cancer in the official system of Fufeng City; as for repairing the river embankment, anyway, wool
If it happens to sheep, how much does it have to do with them?
Fufeng City has returned to normal order, and there is also a story about a cruel official being punished in the tea house and wine shop. However, it has become a joke after dinner. How many people can realize that they have lost a voice that can raise their voices?
Exactly,
The clouds and smoke of the world are extinguished, and the fish and birds of life are flying and sinking.
There are so many wonderful connections between ancient and modern times. Who is Zhu Xian’s bosom friend?
