After writing the last word "name", Zhang Yutang let out a long breath, stood there motionless, and carefully observed the spirit contained in the font for a while:
"I use writing to convey the Tao, and use the pen as a sword, and contain the sword intention of the invisible destroying sword energy in this copybook. If an ordinary demon encounters it and induces the sword intention in it, this copybook can be transformed into a treasure like a treasure.
Use it as a divine sword to slay demons and destroy demons.”
Wang Zelong walked over gently and stood aside, looking at the words on the paper, but he felt that every word was like a sharp sword piercing the air, and each word was more like a sword than a word.
A word is like a dancing sword, with the strokes moving and the sword energy vertical and horizontal.
After looking at it for a few times, I felt my eyes sting a little. I hurriedly took a few steps back, shifted my gaze, and thought to myself:
"Such words have become spiritual and extraordinary. There is no doubt that he must be a holy master."
Seeing this calligraphy, Wang Zelong was sure in his heart that the young man in front of him must be a Saint Master. Who else in the world other than a Saint Master could write words to such a level that the text conveys the Tao and contains the spirit?
Putting down the pen in his hand, Zhang Yutang turned around, looked at the arriving Wang Zelong, and said with a smile:
"Why are you free today, Sir? Why do you come to my place?"
Wang Zelong bowed and said:
"My benefactor, please don't say that. These days, I have been busy with official duties and dealing with my mother's funeral affairs, so it is only now that I come to express my gratitude for my life-saving grace. I hope that my benefactor will forgive me."
"Your Excellency has a very filial character, and he takes care of everything and benefits everyone. Why should you take it to heart about trivial matters."
Xu Jiaorong, who was on the side, had already brought tea and put it on the table. She smiled gently at Zhang Yutang and turned to leave.
Zhang Yutang nodded slightly to Xu Jiaorong who was leaving and said:
"Sir, please sit down and drink tea."
"Thank you, Lord."
Wang Zelong sat down in response:
"I would like to ask my benefactor, please don't talk like an adult. I am an adult only when I put on official robes and handle official business. The rest of the time, like everyone else, I am an ordinary person and cannot be called an adult."
"That's fine."
Zhang Yutang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said:
"I don't call you my lord, and you don't have to call me my benefactor one by one. I have already said that saving people at that time was just a matter of effort. Besides, in such a situation, anyone will take action within their ability."
"No matter how I say it, it was you who saved my life. Even the kindness of a drop of water must be repaid by a spring. What's more, the grace of saving my life is greater than the sky. I will always keep it in my heart. How dare I forget it at all."
Wang Zelong said:
"Even if I don't call you my benefactor, I will always serve you as my benefactor in my heart."
Regarding Wang Zelong's insistence, Zhang Yutang did not force him to persuade him. Everyone has his own principles of life, so why should he interfere.
"What's the matter with you coming here?"
"It's something."
Wang Zelong had already confirmed Zhang Yutang's identity as a Saint Master. When he spoke, he felt less worried:
"I want to do something. Once it happens, it will be earth-shattering, and it may be an epoch-making change."
"Oh, what happened?"
Zhang Yutang said:
"Tell me, what is it that is epoch-making?"
"Is such that."
Wang Zelong said:
"The incident of the demons eating people at Jinshan Temple made me think a lot. As the saying goes, there is the God of the Treasury who guards the treasury, and there is the Door God who guards the gates. There is the City God and the Mountain God who guard the towns and mountains. There are gods sitting everywhere in the world.
Ordinarily, there should be peace and prosperity everywhere, and we should live and work in peace and contentment."
"However, in fact, demons appear frequently everywhere in the world, and the gods sit back and ignore them. Maybe a few demons, harming a few people, are nothing to the gods."
"What the gods accept is the incense of all living beings. One or two casualties are just a drop in the ocean for a god who is believed by countless living beings. They are indispensable."
"However, this world is a human world after all. Why should God control everything? Even our Emperor, who was the Emperor of Humans in ancient times, now has to be called the Son of Heaven. Son of Heaven. Son of Heaven. Son of Heaven.
Son of a human being, do you want to lower your eyebrows and lower your eyes to become a son of heaven?"
"I think there is no need for such a god to exist."
Wang Zelong spoke with enthusiasm in his eyes:
"One day, the emperor will no longer be the emperor, but will still be the emperor among men, ruling all directions."
"Heaven and earth, man is in the center and controls heaven and earth."
Zhang Yutang took over the words:
"It's just that people's hearts are unpredictable and their desires are complicated. It's not easy to control the world. The human emperor and the emperor's divine right are not formed in a day or two. If you want to change the human world, you can't accomplish it with passion."
"As long as there is a will, a single spark can start a prairie fire!"
Wang Zelong looked at Zhang Yutang with a smile on his face:
"Holy Master, as long as you raise your hand, scholars all over the world will respond. It is not difficult to destroy temples and Taoism and defeat all ghosts and gods."
Zhang Yutang was slightly startled:
"You sent someone to investigate me and already know who I am?"
"Saint Master, calm down."
Wang Zelong heard Zhang Yutang's somewhat unkind tone and tried his best to calm down:
"After the Great Examination of the Holy Master in Qiantang, when all the saints chanted in unison, it became known to all passers-by, and the emperor inscribed a plaque, and the name of the Prime Minister in White became known to the whole world, especially the poems and poems of the Holy Master spread throughout the world."
"Those of us who are officials naturally send people to inquire about this information in case of emergency. There is a portrait of the Holy Master in my house. The painting is lifelike and almost exactly the same as the Holy Master himself."
"At first, I thought you were just similar in appearance to the Saint Master, but after I saw the copybook written by the Saint Master on the Xia Ke Xing, I felt that the sword was shining brightly on my face, and it was masculine and uncast.
The realm is completely similar. Who else in this world can write down the Tao in writing, besides the Holy Master?"
"No wonder you asked me if I looked similar to a certain person in Jinshan Temple."
Zhang Yutang nodded:
"It turns out that at that time, you had already begun to doubt me."
Wang Zelong nodded and acquiesced. It was indeed true. At that time, Wang Zelong subconsciously believed that Zhang Yutang was the Holy Master, and now it has been proven that this is indeed the case.
"But I can't do things like tear down all temples, Taoist temples, and overthrow all ghosts and ghosts. At least I can't do it now. If you want to do it, it doesn't matter. Let's start with some evil sacrifices."
"Those evil gods hiding in the darkness, when accepting the incense from all living beings, most of them require the blood sacrifice of virgins and virgins. They do many evil things and deserve to die the most. If you really want to bring peace to the world and save the common people, start here. As for the righteous gods of heaven and earth, you must
Follow the general trend, respond to the people's hearts and minds, and wait until the people's hearts and minds change."
"Yes, Holy Master!"
Wang Zelong thought about it and it was indeed true:
"The people's heart is the heart of heaven, and public opinion is God's will. Only when the people's heart and public opinion demand that there is no need for gods in this world, once the incense is cut off, the gods will naturally fall to the altar."
Years passed by in Baiyi Alley. At the end of the year, Mr. Ouyang from Mingyang Academy learned about Zhang Yutang's secluded place from Zhang Duankun and came there once to ask about the state examination.
Zhang Yutang refused on the grounds that he was too young and lacked knowledge, saying that he needed to study for a few more years and experience more worldly experiences before he was willing to embark on an official career and benefit the world.
Time flies, and unknowingly it has been five years. Five years later, Zhang Yutang is already fourteen years old. Because of many years of practicing swordsmanship and reading, his whole body is filled with the aura of swordsmanship. The jade tree stands in the wind, and he is extraordinary free and easy.
Xu Jiaorong has been taking good care of Zhang Yutang's daily life in the past few years. In the past five years, Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang have been here several times. Seeing the beautiful and comfortable environment in Baiyi Lane, Mrs. Zhang left alone
He stayed. As for Zhang Yuanwai, because the Qiantang family had a large business and needed to be taken care of, he often traveled between West Lake and Qiantang.
Now Xu Jiaorong is eighteen years old. She is as noble as a water lotus, dignified, beautiful, and generous. Over the years, she has taken care of the housework without any regrets, like a good wife and mother.
She even regarded herself as Zhang Yutang's woman.
It's a pity that although Zhang Yutang saw all this, he wanted to keep Xu Jiaorong in the room several times. Mrs. Zhang even reminded Zhang Yutang several times intentionally or unintentionally:
"My girl is getting older. If you really mean it, keep her in your room as soon as possible. If you don't mean it, don't waste her prime years."
Humans are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless? Birds return to their hometown, and foxes die on the same hill.
The two of them got along day and night. Zhang Yutang was not ruthless towards Xu Jiaorong, but this kind of love did not have the electric shock feeling of love. How many times at night, Zhang Yutang reflected deeply:
"Isn't Xu Jiaorong bad? Isn't she beautiful? Isn't she kind? Isn't she gentle and skillful?"
"No, none of this is a reason!"
"Then what is it that makes my heart keep refusing to accept this silently dedicated woman?"
Is it because of her?
I often meet the girl in my dreams.
In other words, it is a snake, crisp and cute, swimming through the water of the West Lake and swimming into the distance.
Whenever this happens, Zhang Yutang always hears a sentence from the legend of the White Snake in his previous life:
"Forgetting the words is lingering in my heart, but the fate is still there -".
The fate is not over, what kind of helpless sadness reaches deep in the soul, a beautiful figure, with tears streaming down his face, lying in front of the flowers and under the moon, speechless to the sky, silent to the earth, can only endure and forget silently
.
It's a green snake!
Which dreamy elf-like girl has always stayed in Zhang Yutang's heart and occupied an important position.
Apart from Green Snake, apart from this girl he had never met before, Zhang Yutang could not let go of any woman in his heart for the time being.
Zhang Yutang stood silently in front of the window, lowered his head in thought, and did not notice that Mrs. Zhang had quietly walked over:
"My child, how do you plan to treat Miss Xu? She is Dr. Xu's heartthrob. If you don't like her, you must not delay her youth."
Zhang Yutang raised his head and showed a bright smile:
"Mom, I know what to do."
Mrs. Zhang nodded:
"That's good. Whether you stay or go, there must be a result. If you drag it on like this, it will hurt you more in the end." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature Register Member to recommend it.
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