Chapter 24: Misfortune is more fortunate than fortune
"It's really the power of incense?"
Looking at the white light and the majestic Qiantang Water God, Zhang Yutang subconsciously remembered a book he had read in his previous life, which said -
There is no God in this world, but God exists only when more people worship him.
God is worshiped by man.
After gathering popularity, receiving incense, and possessing divine power, you become a god.
"This is not considered the incense Shinto. However, these gods accept the incense from the human world and have to do things for people. They do not have the freedom and ease of immortals at all. It is as if one day, the gods do not respond to their requests and the incense is cut off, and they will fall off the altar.
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With a sigh, Zhang Yutang thought:
"When I travel through time, I will never become a god like these thugs. I want to be a carefree and unrestrained god. I can do whatever I want, no matter what the sky is, no matter what the earth is. I want to be carefree and happy. That kind of life is called life.
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After looking over it again, there was nothing special except that the hall was full of divine power. I collected the Yin and Yang Talisman, and the divine light in front of my eyes suddenly disappeared, as if it was before.
There are more and more people in the Temple of the Goddess of Water. There is an endless stream of people offering incense and worshiping the gods. Each time they burn a stick of high-quality incense. After praying and blessing, they leave piously. Standing here like Zhang Yutang is rude.
This is the only one who looks at the gods, there is no other semicolon.
When each of these people who came to offer incense came and saw Zhang Yutang being so rude, they glared at him and walked away.
Abao, who was watching next to him, was frightened and reminded him loudly:
"Sir, it's time to offer incense to the Water Goddess."
"good."
Zhang Yutang nodded and said calmly:
"Take three pillars of high-quality incense."
Abao had already prepared it and handed over three long and thick bouquets of incense candles.
Zhang Yutang took it in his hand, lit it, and bowed respectfully three times without feeling sad, happy or asking for anything. Then he put the incense in the tripod and let the incense billow and fill the entire hall.
"Let's go!"
After burning incense, Zhang Yutang led the two of them out of the main hall of the Water Goddess.
"Master, what do you want?" Abao looked at the leisurely and contented master and asked curiously.
Zhang Yutang has a kind personality and treats his servants equally. Gradually, these servants no longer have any restrictions on Zhang Yutang and can say things relatively freely that ordinary servants would not dare to say.
But when Li Yong heard this, he immediately scolded:
"Abao, don't ask random questions. Once you say these things, they won't work."
In fact, Li Yong was also a little curious. What did his son seek, fame? Or a beauty as beautiful as a flower?
Abao's face turned pale and he whispered:
"I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't ask, you must not say it."
Zhang Yutang smiled lightly and looked at the two people behind him:
"It's nothing, it doesn't matter if I say it, because I don't ask for anything, I just pay pure respect to the Water Goddess. The Water Goddess has brought blessings to one party and should be respected. Besides, it is better to ask for gods and Buddhas than to ask for yourself. You are yourself.
The last word is that God himself becomes stronger."
Abao was confused:
"When people are in trouble, shouldn't they pray to gods and Buddhas for blessings?"
"When people are in trouble, they can pray to gods and Buddhas. If gods and Buddhas are also in trouble, who should they turn to?"
“Are gods and Buddhas also in trouble?”
"Who knows, maybe there will be."
The three masters and servants talked nonstop, talking about ghosts and gods, which made the nearby villagers run away like snakes and scorpions.
Things about ghosts and gods should not be talked about lightly.
Most of the villagers here are simple people, and their belief in ghosts and gods is unforgettable. Naturally, they are not very happy when they meet atheists like Zhang Yutang.
Even some scholars often say that they have strange powers and confuse the gods. However, whenever there is a big exam, they often worship gods and Buddhas, such as Emperor Wenchang, Kuidou Xingjun and other ghosts and gods.
The teachings of gods and Buddhas have been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
The whole morning passed quietly while playing. Li Yong was strong, Zhang Yutang practiced the method, but he didn't feel much. A Bao was young and lacked strength, and gradually felt a little out of breath.
"Let's go, let's find a place, have something to eat, rest our feet, and then go take a look at the Qiantang River."
Zhang Yutang glanced at Ah Bao and walked towards a nearby restaurant.
Abao stared at Zhang Yutang's back with emotion, and suddenly felt that Zhang Yutang's back became extremely tall:
"Young Master, is he really a rare good man?"
"You don't have to say that!"
Li Yong passed by Abao:
"In my entire life, Li Yong, I have never seen such a considerate young master."
After eating in the shop and resting for a while, the three masters and servants walked towards the Qiantang River.
A majestic and vast river appeared in front of us, but in the Qiantang River, the water was vast, the waves were emptying, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
"What a great river!"
On the Qiantang River, the waves rise and fall, and the waves are turbulent, rolling out crystal waves. The waves are rising and falling, like mountains and seas, the earth is cracking and landslides, and it is like thousands of troops fighting, roaring, gold and iron horses, the sound is like nine days, like
Like thunder.
Suddenly, drums sounded from all sides, and before the eyes of millions of people, the river tide surged again, with a loud sound like thunder and drums, and rushed in. The sea seemed to be dumping all its water here.
What's even more amazing is that there are several vigorous tide warriors standing on the top of the waves. They go in and out with the waves, but the red flags on their hands never get wet. This is really thrilling and exciting.
"Tide!"
The three masters and servants of Zhang Yutang also watched with excitement and cheered loudly for these warriors.
The excitement was beyond words, Zhang Yutang's eyes shone brightly, and he shouted loudly:
"Li Yong, A Bao will take care of you with pen and ink. Young master, I want to write the lyrics!"
"Yes, Young Master!" Good words match good scenes, and the scenes blend together.
In such a situation, how can there be no good words? At this time, on both sides of the Qiantang River, there were already many literati and poets writing down the passion in their hearts.
Beautiful scenery on a good day, big waves rolling into the sky.
Wow!
Li Yong and Abao each pulled one end and opened the other in a long way.
"good!"
Zhang Yutang laughed wildly, his pen moved like a dragon and snake, he picked up the pen and wrote, and it was done with one swipe:
"I have long remembered watching the tide, and the Manguo people were vying to look up the river. When I came to doubt, the sea was empty, and thousands of drums were beating. The tide-riders stood up to the head of the wave, holding the red flag in their hands without getting wet. Don't come here to look in the dream, the dream is still awake
Heartbroken."
In the middle of the long panel is the name - Jiuquanzi. Impressions from watching the tide, Zhang Yutang, Qiantang.
"Thousands of drums sound in unison, the momentum is overwhelming, and the trend-setters stand proudly at the head, which makes people feel frightened. This situation is magnificent, this person is heroic, this word is perfect."
Most of the people watching on the sidelines were literati and dignitaries. When they saw the poem "Jiuquanzi" written by Zhang Yutang, they couldn't help but praise it loudly.
"Isn't this Qiantang prodigy Zhang Yutang? No wonder he can write such good lyrics. I heard someone said that when he was seven years old, he also wrote a poem about Butterfly Love Flower." Someone with a keen eye has long recognized this Fengshen.
Ruyu's young master is Zhang Yutang, the young master of the Zhang family.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it too. It's said that once the song "Die Lian Hua" came out, there would be no more "Die Lian Hua" in the world."
"If a child can write any good words, you can read them out and listen." Some people praise, but others are inevitably jealous.
"Just read it, I don't believe you can write Die Lianhua better than Mr. Zhang." Some people were jealous, and naturally some people defended it, so they read loudly:
"After reading all the pain of parting at the end of the world, I return without a way, and the scattered flowers look like this. The flowers look at each other without a word, and the green window is spring and the sky. When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds. The most important thing is
If you cannot keep it in the world, a beautiful face will say goodbye to a flower in a mirror or a tree."
"The worst thing that can't be retained in this world is the beauty of the beauty, the beauty of the mirror, the beauty of the tree -" Those who heard it felt as if they were lost:
"Can a child really write such words?"
"Why not? When Yongfeng Academy challenged Mingyang Academy, once Master Zhang took action, even Zhou Bowen from Yongfeng Academy didn't dare to move."
When the people in the nearby Yongfeng School heard this, they all blew their noses and stared, furious and helpless.
If you don't have enough knowledge and skills, how can you stop everyone talking?
"What a young man!"
Many people nearby immediately focused their attention on Zhang Yutang, and some even began to secretly inquire about Zhang Yutang's life experience. They heard that Zhang Yutang was not married yet and was about to take the exam this year.
Some families with daughters began to feel secretly moved.
This is a strange son-in-law riding a dragon. It is better to act than to think, so you must act quickly.
"Oops, someone fell into the water!"
While he was sizing up Zhang Yutang, suddenly there were shouts of fear from the crowd. Zhang Yutang looked around and saw a man running as fast as flying, with his long gown fluttering. He stepped into the river in a few steps and jumped in without hesitation.
"father?"
A familiar voice came to my ears, and I saw Xu Xian crying and running towards the middle-aged man who jumped into the water, followed by a panic-stricken Xu Jiaorong, whose beauty was pale and her face was filled with fear.
"Is it Doctor Xu?"
With his eyes focused, Zhang Yutang looked into the water and was immediately startled.
In the water of Qiantang, countless strands of yin energy rise into the sky, forming a continuous mass, like wolf smoke.
"The water ghost's Yin Qi, how many people must have died?"
Zhang Yutang understood that this was the person who drowned and was looking for a substitute.
Doctor Xu's departure will bring more misfortune than good.
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