The warm morning sun pushed Qing Ming's color through the window lattice, and the gentle breeze blew slowly on the face of the lying figure. Chen Yuan shook her eyelashes and woke up.
The room was quiet. Master had gone somewhere, and even the fat Taoist had disappeared. In the flying light and dust, the four wood carvings of the door gods stood motionless on their respective mounts. This should be the magic power of the enlightenment technique.
Due to exhaustion.
That's fine. The four heroes all have their own tempers. If they really want to stay together in the caravan, they might cause some trouble. It would be good to let them come out for some air occasionally.
Chen Yuan yawned and looked at the combination of spells that he had written down last night. He shook his hand and ignited a flame to burn the embers. He blew out a breath and the ashes swirled along the breeze.
Went out the window.
After a night of verification, it is feasible to rearrange and combine. However, some places are obscure and difficult to describe, and the formula cannot be recited at all, or if recited, the subsequent ones will be disrupted.
We still need to think carefully about this and make a better connection, maybe we can really get it done by him.
"Master!"
"Apprentice!"
Outside the window lattice, Sun Zhengde held up the hem of his robe and ran back to the courtyard with the crazy old man through the Crescent Moon Gate. Chen Yuan heard the sound and walked out of the room. The fat Taoist pressed his knees and panted and pointed outside.
"A lot of people... gathered in the city... and people from the Yamen... They were choosing a site in the city this morning... to build a temple for you."
The master beside him sternly brushed back his messy hair and nodded.
"That's not bad."
In fact, he may not even understand the meaning of building a temple. He probably just wants to look like a master in front of his disciples.
"Build a temple for me?"
He is not a true Taoist disciple, so how can we build a temple for him?
Chen Yuan's eyes fell on the fat Taoist's face, who turned his face to one side and said, "What do you think I am doing? What if they see that I am a Taoist next to you and think you are too?"
"Explanation is cover-up, cover-up is fact."
Chen Yuan pointed her finger at him and went straight out of the room. It wasn't that others thought he was a Taoist, but that no one built a temple for a living person!
All the way out of the Crescent Gate, the maids, servants, soldiers, and guards in the mansion saluted him one after another. On the street outside, people gathered in twos and threes. When they saw Chen Yuan coming out, they cast doubtful glances.
There were whispers.
"Is he this person?"
"Too young. Not all masters have white beards and beards. No matter how bad they are, they still look like middle-aged Confucian scholars..."
"...Maybe return to nature?"
Chen Yuan listened to the babble of market talk, and he roughly understood why today was so weird. It turned out that Xu Huaiyu told the county magistrate about the painting last night, and rushed out the painting overnight and posted it in the Yamen. Yes.
After the evil people stole the children, families with children heard the news and went to the painter to buy ready-made New Year paintings.
Early this morning, Xu Huaiyu deliberately discussed with the county magistrate whether it was because of the incident at Waliang Mountain that a temple should be built on a piece of vacant land in the east of the city that had not been used for many years.
As soon as the construction started, word spread throughout the already small county. Maybe it was because the rumors about the master became more and more mysterious. The site selection and groundbreaking attracted many people in the city early in the morning.
Chen Yuan followed Sun Zhengde, and the master came here. Many people were already watching. A yamen clerk read out a notice. Several measuring craftsmen were making marks on the ground. Carpenters and bricklayers were also starting work nearby.
Preparation of beams, bricks and tiles.
"It's really good."
Chen Yuan retreated to a place with few people and cast a blindfold on himself, then waved his sleeves towards the crowd, creating a gust of wind that filled the air with dust and made people unable to open their eyes. He squeezed into the crowd and walked to Jiang Zuo.
I took a look at the drawings.
The land measured was not large, it was square, about six feet on each side, which was a bit larger than an ordinary earth temple.
In another internal structure diagram, there are five shrines in total, two on each side. It’s hard to tell whose name belongs to him, but his name is clearly written in the middle, and even the door plaque on the temple is also painted.
After checking the size, I actually wrote Lingxian Temple.
Chen Yuan was a little dumbfounded.
"Xu Huaiyu is a capable person, but I didn't expect that he would dare to do whatever he thought of. He even thought of a name."
Looking at the lively crowd, Chen Yuan withdrew from inside to remove the spell, and felt a little embarrassed when he looked at the group of busy craftsmen.
If you build a temple, you will really challenge the gods here. But the advantage is that in the future, the popularity will continue, and the four door gods in the temple will become more and more powerful.
'I just hope you don't cast your eyes on me for the time being. Well, make my clay sculpture look better.'
Thinking like this, Chen Yuan returned to his house and continued to carve wood carvings based on yesterday's thoughts. Anyway, there were many outstanding people. He could carve as many familiar ones as he could think of, so that they could always be used in the future.
After that, I devoted myself to seclusion in another courtyard, carving out the heroic figures in my mind, applying paint, wearing purple gold crowns with three-pronged hair, wearing Western Sichuan flower robes, riding horses and brandishing halberds; there were also overlords with their spears leaning on the ground, stained with blood.
A figure with copper armor and heavy eyes revealing sadness...
They are all arranged neatly in the house one by one to enjoy incense with the four gods in the shrine.
The fat Taoist looked at the smoke of fireworks curling around the dome. He couldn't stay any longer, so he simply spread a mat under the eaves and went to keep company with Lao Niu when it was cold.
When he had free time, Chen Yuan would go to the Lingxian Temple to check out the progress. The erected clay sculptures were colorfully painted and looked very similar, which finally made him feel at ease.
At night, while continuing to arrange the three magic techniques, I will also write down the stories of the newly carved heroes, compile them into operas and compile them into a set.
During the day, I took a log and carved a bird, wrote the address of the Funiu Town Opera Troupe and burned it in front of it, and with my fingertips, the carved eagle suddenly let out a mournful cry, grabbed the arranged book and soared into the sky, fluttering its wings.
He flew towards the direction he knew in his mind, attracting many maids and servants in the mansion to stop and look at the sky.
"Did you just see it?"
"I saw it, I saw it, it flew out of the gentleman's courtyard."
"What are you looking at here?"
The last words were those of Xu Huaiyu. He was coming back from the outside. He had told the steward not to stop here unless summoned by the gentleman, so as not to disturb the gentleman's practice. Now he saw several maids and servants stopping to watch.
His tone was a little harsh.
After driving away the people, his serious expression suddenly dropped, and he walked into the Crescent Gate. He happened to see Chen Yuan under the shade of the tree, flipping through the old book, and raised his hands respectfully.
"I have met Mr. Huai."
The shade of the tree was swaying. Chen Yuan put down his book and stood up with a smile. He returned the favor and asked him to sit down and talk with him. With a wave of his hand, the cup flew out of the tea set on its own. He took the herbal tea poured from the teapot and landed softly on it.
In front of a man.
"Thank you, Mr., for looking at the tea."
After spending the past few days with this man, he had become numb. He took a sip of tea and talked about the business of coming today.
"The Chang Weng you sir want to investigate has already been identified. He is in a small town twenty miles north of Tongshan County."
Seeing Chen Yuan's doubts, he hurriedly said: "Sir, I don't know, this family named Chang was originally quite wealthy. A few years after Chang Weng left home, his family fell into decline, so he sold the property and moved his family to
We moved to the town to make a living. Now there are seven people in the family."
There is no more detailed information. After all, we are just inquiring about information. It is impossible to do everything in detail like in the military.
It was enough to have this information. Chen Yuan nodded and thanked him. Next, it was time to visit Chang Weng's home and return the favor of giving him the Dharma.
At this time, the steward of the mansion hurriedly came to Crescent Gate.
"Master, there is an order from the state capital."
Xu Huaiyu frowned, stood up and apologized to Chen Yuan, "Sir, please wait a moment." Then he walked towards the steward at the door and walked not far outside.
Chen Yuan here has sharp ears and eyes, and it is difficult not to listen. If he wants to avoid it, the voices of the two people come over.
"The county government asked the master's family to come over."
"What did you reveal?"
"...The county magistrate said...that the master's family will be transferred to Gyeongju."
After saying these words, Xu Huaiyu came back and held his hands in regret: "Sir, it seems that Xu has to go to the county government first."
"Nothing, Lord Du is busy first."
Seeing that he was in a hurry, Chen Yuan would not try to persuade him to stay. In the words of the manager just now, he was transferred to Qingzhou, which would already be in the hinterland of the Central Plains. Could it be that he should be sent to fight?
It's a pity that I have things to do myself, so things like this won't help much.
Call Sun Zhengde and ask him to pack his things and go to Tongshan County tomorrow.
When night fell, Xu Huaiyu came back from the county government office with a somewhat ugly face. He first went to the backyard, and then came to Chen Yuan's place. When he saw the cart being pushed into the courtyard, he probably understood what was going on.
"I'm afraid I can't send my husband as a gift."
He sat on the table and chairs under the tree, watched as the steward brought drinks, and poured a glass for Chen Yuan: "Mr. Xu may have heard today that Xu is about to leave. He will be transferred to Qingzhou and will leave at dawn."
"So urgent?" Chen Yuan was also a little surprised.
Xu Huaiyu raised his head and drained the wine in the glass in one gulp, and nodded: "...Oh, there is a war. The Hu Jie Hu people are about to reach the Yellow River, and the emperor is killed by his own brother. King Qing summons all the soldiers he can muster.
Ma is going to the capital of Luozhou... It is said that he is resisting the barbarians, but it can be seen that he is going to compete for the throne..."
"I don't want to fight with my compatriots... If I fight with the Hujie barbarians, Xu will not hesitate to take his own life."
"Have you already told your wife and children?"
"I've already said it." Xu Huaiyu took a deep breath and suddenly laughed again: "The real man has pledged himself to the country. The trouble lies with the Xu family. If the barbarians are not driven out, Xu will not have the face to come back!"
Chen Yuan silently raised his hands and clasped his fists. For a moment, he asked Xu Huaiyu to wait, got up, walked into the room, and brought out a Buddha with a strange posture.
"The military formation may not be able to protect you, but the darkness can keep you safe."
I heard from a Taoist before that there was a priest who knew magic in the Hu people's army, and this Buddha might be able to protect him.
Seeing the Buddha holding a strange magical instrument and smelling the scent of incense on it, Xu Huaiyu did not dare to be rude and hurriedly stepped forward to take the Buddha from his hand.
"Thank you for your gift."
"I should also thank Duhou for letting me see a passionate and heroic man!"
The two looked at each other and immediately laughed. The laughter spread through the dark night. Time gradually passed, and the sky was green and dark, with white traces appearing. In front of the Xu Mansion, Xu Huaiyu was wearing armor and dragging a suit.
Cape said goodbye to his crying wife and children, and saw the bullock cart parked in front of him, and Chen Yuan standing next to the cart.
He raised his hands and clasped his fists tightly, without any unnecessary words.
"It's a long way to go, sir, take care!"
Chen Yuan raised her hands: "Duhou, take care!"
Over there, Xu Huaiyu nodded with a smile, got on his horse, glanced at his wife and children in front of the house, waved his whip, and with a loud shout of "Drive!", he led a group of soldiers and galloped away.
go.
The rumble of horse hooves gradually disappeared from the street.
Chen Yuan also bowed her hands to Mrs. Xu who was looking at the front of the house, turned around and got on the ox cart. The old ox pulled the carriage and slowly drove away. Mrs. Xu's eyes were red and she bowed and bowed. When she looked again, the street was already there.
It was empty, with no sign of the bullock cart.
'I hope you can protect my husband from returning home safely.'