Chapter 157: Commenting on the door and talking about the world patrolling the Qingshui River
Chapter 157: Talking about the world and inspecting Qingshui River
Is Wang Donglai dead?
died.
But is death complete?
not at all.
As the proficiency of the "Tao" reaches 2%, and the "Star Number" has reached the level of transcendence and sainthood and is about to enter the Tao realm, Jiang Xuan can use the "Star Number" to calculate the extraordinary people below the fourth realm with every accuracy.
So he knew exactly what Wang Donglai was up to.
It is nothing more than sacrificing other families in Sixi County, sacrificing those who know his secret, and then sacrificing the entire Wang family, giving himself a chance to become a ghost and giving his illegitimate son a chance to live.
So should such a ruthless person be eradicated?
Jiang Xuan nodded in his heart.
Of course.
Although this guy is sensible enough and is unlikely to retaliate against himself in the future, what if?
This guy was so cruel, it would be reassuring if he died completely.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan had an idea, communicated with the Innate Bitter Bamboo and gave an order to Jin Jiao, and then set his sights on Fangyuan again.
"Wang Donglai is indeed ruthless, but it would be better to be more ruthless."
"After cleaning out the fattest moths, the smaller moths can only tremble, and Sixi County is like a blank piece of paper, allowing Magistrate Fang to scribble on it."
Fangyuan waved his hand after hearing this:
"The Taoist priest does not need to test his subordinates. If he can come to Sixi County and take up the post, then his subordinates will know what should be done and what should not be done."
"To put it nicely, Xiaguan is the parent official of hundreds of thousands of people in Sixi County. To put it harshly, Xiaguan is a mascot on the surface, so if the Taoist priest has anything to do, just tell Xiaguan."
Looking at Fang Yuan who had clearly established his status, Jiang Xuan smiled sheepishly.
It was quite embarrassing to have a strong man from the sub-holy realm who cultivated the fourth realm of literature say such things in front of him.
However, although he was embarrassed in his heart, Jiang Xuan did not forget what he should say:
"Pindao has a younger brother named Jiang Wen. He is a student of Master Dan, the dean of Sixi Literary Academy. He just entered the literary realm last year."
"Pindao wants him to take advantage of this great change in Sixi County to participate in the post-event governance."
"Of course, my brother has not been studying for a long time, so he may be a little immature in dealing with various things, so I ask the county magistrate to be more considerate."
Fangyuan nodded after hearing this:
"Jiang Wen is not only a disciple of Danfu, but also a junior of my literary cultivator. Even if the Taoist priest doesn't tell me, I will train him."
"The previous county magistrate of Sixi County has been imprisoned for worshiping evil gods. It's not enough for the lower officials to have an assistant. How about letting Jiang Wen temporarily take over as the county magistrate?"
"Perhaps there were some mistakes at the beginning because he was not familiar with people's livelihood and political affairs, but after all, he is a proud man who has cultivated his literary skills at the age of 15. I think he can shoulder this important task."
Looking at Fangyuan's righteous words, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but sigh, these literary cultivators are really thick-skinned when they are thick-skinned.
Whether it was borrowing flowers from the inheritance of other local tyrants and evil gentry to offer to Buddha, or whether he was speaking righteously and righteously now, it was all so natural.
Really awesome.
After sighing with emotion, Jiang Xuan first thanked him, and then said in a different tone:
"Besides the matter about my brother Jiang Wen, Pindao also needs help from the county magistrate."
"Taoist Master, please speak."
Hearing this, Jiang Xuan pointed to the little zoanthus fishing for fish by the lotus pond:
"Pindao wants the county magistrate to publish a notice. The content of the notice is that as long as there is a mason willing to work for Pindao, Pindao will not only pay the labor, but also allow him to observe the beasts."
"In addition to the Piran, Pindao also has great phoenixes, dragons, fudou and other spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts. As long as Pindao is satisfied, Pindao can let them observe them."
"Of course, Pindao is a stonemason who has entered the realm and developed a craftsmanship."
"Don't come here to fill up the numbers."
After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, Fangyuan thought for a moment and then nodded:
"This matter will be notified to all towns today. If the town government officials are interested, they will be notified to all villages tomorrow at the latest."
"In addition, the official will contact his friends and ask them to spread the news to the outside world."
After receiving Fangyuan's reply, Jiang Xuan understood.
It seems that the master must have some unknown deal with this group of literary cultivators, otherwise others would not be so diligent.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan thanked him again, "Thank you so much, Magistrate Fang."
Fangyuan just smiled:
"You don't have to be so polite if you're one of us."
After saying that, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and after chatting for a few more words, Jiang Xuan took Xiao Bian and said goodbye and left.
He did not look at the inheritance taken from various families.
It's not that he is arrogant, but he just took the time to take a look at the county government warehouse.
There was a spiritual object inside, but the spiritual energy of the spiritual object was not high, so Jiang Xuan didn't bother to get it.
When walking on the street with Biwan, Jiang Xuan didn't mind when he saw that everyone was three meters away from him.
Since he was wearing Taoist robes and taking the little beast out, he had already expected this scene.
Walking into Sixi Tower, Jiang Xuan just entered the door when he saw a storyteller wearing a robe with white eyebrows on the stage, opened the folding fan and took a picture of the tree in his hand:
"Today we will talk about what happened in Wucha Town two days ago."
"Three days ago, when the moon was bright, the stars were scarce, and the wind was clear, there was a group of 120 heavenly soldiers."
Before he finished speaking, the old storyteller sitting on the high platform saw Jiang Xuan walking into the restaurant and staring at him with a smile.
Then the rest of his words got stuck in his throat, and he was unable to speak.
"He Laoliu, you are right."
"Yes, the huge Wang family turned into a white field overnight. Who did it?"
"Didn't the Yamen tell you? The Wang family has been accused of many evil deeds, and the family land was razed to the ground by the county soldiers. I think He Laoliu was just joining in the fun, so I thought of making a story about the Wang family's affairs."
"It makes money, it's not shabby."
"If the Wang family were still here, do you think He Laoliu would dare to arrange them like this?"
"Can you believe what the Yamen says? I think what Lao Liu said is true."
"Who cares about his script or what? I just like to hear it. He Laoliu, please tell me. If you agree, you will reward me."
Those who were listening to the book in the audience kept talking, but He Laoliu on the stage wiped off the cold sweat and trotted off the stage, bent down and came to Jiang Xuan:
"Daozhang Jiang, why are you here at Sixi Restaurant?"
As soon as I said one sentence of the story I made up, I was caught on the spot by one of the main protagonists.
The real owner still has a bad temper. He Laoliu, who had just single-handedly controlled the destruction of more than twenty families in Sixi County and directly caused the death of thousands of Shenxiao monks, said that he was a little panicked.
When those listening to the book saw He Laoliu standing in front of Jiang Xuan, nodding and bowing, they immediately closed their mouths and became quiet.
Right and wrong are just because there are more outlets.
These ordinary people who have some spare money to listen to books know how to survive better than anyone else.
If Jiang Xuan hadn't been standing in front of the gate, some people would have been ready to leave.
After looking around Sixi Tower, where he could hear a pin drop, Jiang Xuan looked at the old man in front of him and said:
"The Liyuan sings about the sorrows of the past and present, criticizes the family and laughs about world affairs, why can't poor Taoists come to the restaurant to listen to books?"
Hearing what Jiang Xuan said, He Laoliu straightened up:
"Is the Taoist priest here for judging?"
Pingmen, also known as "戗金" or "戗盘", is a sect where storytellers hug each other to keep each other warm.
Although the storyteller was cautious in his words and deeds, that time refers to ordinary times.
If it comes to judgment, they will straighten their bones.
After all, judging has almost become their religion.
Looking at He Laoliu with a serious expression, Jiang Xuan nodded:
"I really have something to ask of Pingmen today. Are you a disciple of Pingmen?"
Upon hearing this, He Laoliu picked up the folding fan and raised his fist towards Jiang Xuan:
"He Zhonggui, the 173rd generation disciple of the Pingmen, has met Taoist Jiang."
Jiang Xuan was not surprised when He Laoliu directly called out his identity. He just waved the whisk in his hand and returned the greeting:
"Jiang Daoxuan of the Shenxiao sect has seen He Pingshu."
When He Zhonggui saw this, he first invited Jiang Xuan to the private room upstairs, then he clasped his fists and looked at everyone in the hall:
"Young man, I have a distinguished guest today, so I will postpone the storytelling to the afternoon. Do you have any objections?"
"It's nothing, just leave the storyteller."
"That's right, the Taoist priest's business is more important. Who are we? Don't worry about us."
Looking at the fawning crowd, Jiang Xuan just shook his head and took the lead to walk upstairs.
He Zhongrui once again cupped his fists and apologized to everyone, and then followed Jiang Xuan upstairs.
"Why did the Taoist priest ask me to judge the sect?"
After the boy poured some tea and left the room, closing the door behind him, He Zhonggui asked with some confusion:
"Is it because of what happened in Sixi County these days?"
Jiang Xuan shook his head:
"If you didn't want the news about Sixi County to be spread, the Pindao Master Sect would have contacted you a long time ago. Why would you be asked to compile a notebook?"
He Zhonggui smiled awkwardly when he heard this:
"Then what does the Taoist priest have to do with the little old man?"
Jiang Xuan tapped the table with his fingers, making a 'tap-tat' sound and then said:
"The script of Sixi County can be spread, and the wider the spread, the better."
"But some of the details need to be modified."
When He Zhonggui heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Taoist Master, please speak."
"I don't know much about scripts, so I don't have any opinions."
"Pindao has only one request, and that is that you have to include this little guy."
Following Jiang Xuan's fingertips, He Zhonggui's eyes lit up:
"Bi Fan?"
"The Seven Sons of the Dragon?"
"That legendary Bian who likes justice, speaks out for justice, can distinguish right from wrong, and makes decisions impartially?"
Jiang Xuan gave him a thumbs up:
"As expected of a senior judge, he is indeed well-informed."
"Taoist Priest, aren't you afraid that others will take advantage of you if they find out you have the little beast in your hands?"
First he asked a question, and then He Zhonggui asked and answered himself:
"That's right. The Taoist Master is from the Shenxiao Sect. Why should you be afraid of other people's ideas?"
After asking and answering himself, he narrowed his eyes again:
"Let the Taoist Master know that I changed the story of the past few days into a storybook and told it in a restaurant. That's because this happened in Sixi County, and people in the county like to hear it."
"But if you take these words out of the book, you may not be able to adapt to the local environment."
"We, the storytellers in the sect, make a living by telling stories. If the Taoist priest wants us to help spread the word about this, that's fine."
Looking at He Zhonggui's little thumb, ring finger, and middle finger together, and the thumb and index finger lightly twisting the universal gesture, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but smile, and then took out five hundred ten thousand yuan banknotes:
"A disciple of Criticism writes a book every day, and each book is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"Of course, Qianjin is a joking name, but if you want to judge the disciples and tell stories, you need a thousand treasures at a time. I still know this rule."
"Here are five million treasure notes, which is enough for the disciples of Pingmen to tell stories for five thousand times."
After looking at the treasure banknotes on the table, He Zhonggui then asked:
"Where does the Taoist priest want his disciples to tell stories?"
"Jiaxiang and Junan are in Dongshan Prefecture, Suide is in Northern Shaanxi Prefecture, Xinjiang is in Xishan Prefecture, Quyang is in Beihe Prefecture, and Junxian is in Nanhe Prefecture."
After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, He Zhonggui nodded thoughtfully:
"I understand, little old man, that the birth of Bi'an in Sixi County will be spread to the stonemason's ears through the Pingmen."
"As for how those masons will choose, that is beyond our control."
Jiang Xuan was not surprised to see that He Zhonggui had guessed what he was thinking.
This is his plan.
Come if you want, don't pull me down.
When word gets out, there will always be masons willing to come.
The stonemason is here. Is it okay to pick some smart disciples from all over the country?
After coming and going, won’t this inheritance be left behind?
Even if there are no masons here, the mason heritage can still be found.
It’s just that without a master to guide you, it’s just slower to learn on your own.
But with Bitter Bamboo, Jiang Xuan didn't worry at all about not being able to train tool men as long as he started to pass on the inheritance.
In seeking more masons to enter Sixi County, Jiang Xuan firstly wanted to save time, and secondly, he wanted to expand the talent pool.
There is never too much talent.
After discussing some details with He Zhonggui again, Jiang Xuan immediately took Xiao Bian out of the Sixi County Restaurant.
It was the second day of February soon, and he had to take a walk around to avoid causing trouble when the dragon walked into the water.
But what Jiang Xuan didn't expect was that as soon as he walked out of Sixi Restaurant, he was blocked by a strong old man.
The old man stared at Xiao Biyan with bright eyes for a long time, and then his eyes fell on Jiang Xuan:
"But the Taoist priest wants to recruit craftsmen to do the work?"
Looking at the chisel and hammer on the old man's waist, Jiang Xuan understood clearly:
"The old man is a mason?"
The old man nodded:
"Old man Liu Hanwu is a stonemason who understands the craftsmanship."
"I saw a notice posted in the yamen that the Taoist priest wants to recruit people to work. As long as the work is done to the Taoist priest's satisfaction, you can observe the mythical beasts. Is this true or false?"
Jiang Xuan nodded:
"Of course it's true."
"But Pindao has important things to do today. If Master Liu wants to do some work, he might as well go to Pindao and wait under the bamboo mountain first."
Craftsmen also have unique ways of practicing.
In other words, all ancient Chinese inheritances in this world have their own cultivation methods.
Stonemasons, blacksmiths, and carpenters can all develop craftsmanship through their respective inheritances.
After developing their craftsmanship, the things they make will appear magical, so they are also called great craftsmen.
Looking at Liu Hanwu who was hesitant to speak, Jiang Xuan continued:
"Don't worry, Master Liu, as long as we can carve a stone statue that satisfies Pindao, Pindao will never break his promise."
"And Pindao's requirements are not very high. Since you have already understood the craftsmanship, Pindao's requirements are not difficult to achieve."
"As for you who want to observe the little beast, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"If the little pig is close to you, Pindao won't mind letting him visit your house every day."
Seeing Liu Hanwu's excitement, Jiang Xuan smiled and flew towards the Qingshui River on his cloud head.
Liu Hanwu basically couldn't run away.
With Liu Hanwu, is it still far behind that Liu Han is early and Liu Han is late?
In this era when people from the same sect work together, there are many connections between masons and masons. As long as you don’t break your trust, I think there will be an endless stream of masons coming to Sixi County in the near future, right?
When the number of masons is enough, there will be no shortage of stone statues to suppress and channel the earth veins and water veins.
You just have to find a lot of good quality stones.
With thousands of thoughts flying towards Qingshui River, Jiang Xuan saw a simple earthen house rising from the plains far away.
Around the house, children wearing new clothes chase each other, women wash and cook, and adult men stand with the elderly, looking towards the Qingshui River and sighing.
At the front of the group of earthen houses, there were county soldiers riding dragon-scaled horses to warn the approaching people not to cross the border.
Seeing that the temporary residential area was relatively orderly, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but nodded.
"The earthen house seems to have been built by earthen soldiers, so is this place the work of Jiang Wen or Zhao Mingming?"
The clouds descended and came to the foot of an old locust tree, and then the honorifics reached Jiang Xuan's ears:
"Shangxian.", "Guru.", "Zhenren".
After putting down his Taoist robe and lifting everyone up out of thin air, Jiang Xuan then walked to an old man who was quite energetic.
"Old man, when did you move to this place?"
The old man in new clothes rubbed his hands, looked at Jiang Xuan cautiously, and then bravely said:
"So that the immortal will know that we moved here three days ago."
Seeing the old man calling himself Immortal, Jiang Xuan didn't refute the title after thinking for a while, and continued to ask:
"Why did you move here? Is the Yamen giving you a hard time?"
Perhaps because of Jiang Xuan's gentle expression, the old man's timidity faded a bit, and he told the cause and effect one by one:
"The Yamen didn't make things difficult for us. We came here voluntarily."
"Three days ago, a scholar came to the village with a group of government officials and said that the Qingshui River was going to flood on the second day of February when the dragon raised its head, so we were asked to retreat ten miles."
"I have lived by the river for decades. Do I know whether the Qingshui River will flood?"
"But I couldn't help it. The scholar was so eloquent that he persuaded most of the people in the village."
"The scholar also told those people that as long as they went there, the Yamen would give everyone a new set of cotton-padded jackets, three months' worth of food, and three kilograms of meat."
"In addition, families who go there can also be exempted from paying taxes for half a year."
"It's just that if someone in the village is not present, they will only receive half of the new clothes, food, and meat, and the tax will only be exempted for three months."
"The yamen have said so. If I don't come over, won't I become a sinner in the village?"
"And I thought that February 2 was only a few days away, so I came here with the villagers."
Having said this, the old man laughed again:
"But the scholar didn't lie. There was indeed nothing missing from what he promised, and he gave us everything."
Seeing the smile on the old man's face and feeling the conflicting emotions of joy and worry among the people in the temporary camp, Jiang Xuan nodded immediately.
I don’t know who came up with the idea of dividing and transforming, using profit as inducement.
But the effect is good.
At least for a few days, there will definitely be no public dissatisfaction.
And when there is a real flood on February 2, the people will only feel grateful.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan thought of the scholar who moved the village.
I don't know if the scholar is my brother.
If so, then you need a good education.
As a literary cultivator, how can you do good deeds without leaving a name?
The people must be grateful to death.
With thoughts surging in his heart, Jiang Xuan chatted with the old man for a few more words before riding the clouds to Qingming again and began to patrol both sides of the Qingshui River.
To avoid failure later, it is better to be cautious first.