Jia Fei hid in the crowd again and continued to watch the play. This cat demon had fallen in love with the excerpts of a play and was almost obsessed with it.
Cheng Yu Yuan Shen returned to his position, and after connecting with Jia Fei's mind, he roughly described to the cat demon what happened just now when he went to the underworld, lurked under the river, and his two souls returned to the sun.
As for why only Hou Siniang is back in town at this moment, no one cares about where Qian Rujian went.
Cheng Yu heard a familiar voice in the group of carriages that had just passed by. He informed Jia Fei and then spread his wings and flew towards the town in the direction of the carriages.
When the motorcade arrived at the door of a three-bay inn in the center of the town, the carriage door curtains were opened one after another, and men in Confucian shirts were seen, old and young, getting off the car one after another. The owner of the inn, Dong, hurriedly welcomed him out with a cheerful smile on his face.
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Cheng Yu suddenly remembered that when he was praying for the new year, he heard Zhuang Huaijin, the teacher of the private school, once said about the election this spring under the Drum Tower of the county town.
It was already March, and the group of people immediately thought they were scholars taking exams, but it was different from what Cheng Yu remembered. Except for the book boys and servants, each of these people was not carrying a bookcase on their backs, but almost everyone was carrying a book.
They all carry a sword on their waist.
But the shape of those swords is different from the swords on Wujunzhuang's waist. Each one looks much smaller, only more than two feet in length.
Moreover, the sword grid is often inlaid with complicated ornaments such as jade and gold patterns, and long silk tassels hang from the sword handle.
Sword of Scribes.
Qian Ruyu got off the car in the middle. He was also holding the scribe's sword at his waist. He stood in front of the car and stretched, stretched his head and looked towards the back of the motorcade.
Cheng Yu followed his gaze and saw that the last car was much cramped compared to the previous ones, and two people were sitting in the car.
One of them is the young private school teacher who lives in the Drum Tower, Zhuangzhou Zhuang Huaijin.
Different from other scholars, he carries a heavy sword more than three feet long on his waist. The scabbard and handle are old, and it is impossible to see whether the blade is sharp inside.
But the heaviness contained in the entire sword is very different from the scribe swords of other scholars.
Cheng Yu had seen this sword before when he was at the Drum Tower. It was the sword that Wu Junzhuang Dakuan used when he committed suicide in the tower.
When Qian Ruyu saw Zhuang Huaijin getting out of the car, the sword on his waist was hitting the car back and forth. After getting off the car, he even carried a heavy bookcase on his back, which seemed quite strenuous. A sneer flashed through his eyes, and Qing Qing, his subordinate, greeted him.
Brother, led the four stewards and servants, and entered the inn first under the welcome of the owner with a charming look on his face.
Most of the other scholars looked like they were from well-off families, and they filed in one after another.
Only Zhuang Huaijin, who was in the last carriage, turned around and saluted the driver of the carriage he was riding in, and then entered the inn with another scholar in the carriage.
The commotion caused by this group of people was very conspicuous in the already lively town.
"Eh? Look at these scholars who are rushing to take the exam this year. Why do they all come with swords on their waists?"
"Yes, it's really strange. Is it a new rule for this year's provincial examination?"
"How could it be? I've seen students taking exams by boat before, but they didn't wear swords."
"Hey! Isn't that the leader of the Qian family in Qingchuan County? The scholars in Qingchuan County have become popular with new tricks this year."
There was a lot of discussion outside the store, and the lobby of the inn was almost filled up by all the scholars and servants and bookboys in the store.
Qian Ruyu naturally occupied the largest and best room in the upper room, and the other guest rooms were all reserved. Only Zhuang Huaijin asked for the most ordinary common room.
"Hey! Brother Huaijin, how can you and I live in a common room like this when we go to take the exam this time? How about this, you live in the same room with me, and you can ask brother for advice at any time. You and I are in the book school together.
For a long time, Brother Huaijin, please stop giving in."
The scholar who was riding in the car with Zhuang Huaijin was not equipped with a sword, so he approached Zhuang Huaijin and spoke.
After Zhuang Huaijin hesitated for a while, he didn't refuse anymore, and went to the guest room with the scholar in the car.
Cheng Yu looked outside the house and saw that although Zhuang Huaijin was a weak scholar, he was not pedantic.
"Brother Huaijin, please come over here and I'll help you."
After the two of them entered the room, the scholar who was traveling with him first helped Zhuang Huaijin unload the heavy bookcase, then glanced at the long samurai sword on the other's waist, shook his head and said softly with a smile:
"You said that all the wealthy young men in Qingchuan County are arty people. When I set out today, I saw Brother Huaijin carrying a sword on his waist and traveling in a heroic manner. He also imitated them and hurriedly found a scribe's sword.
Wearing it around the waist almost delayed another hour."
"Eh? Brother Wenpei, I would like to say something."
"Oh, yes, this is the first time for you and me to come to Jiangkou Town. I saw that it is quite lively outside. Why don't you and I go out and have a look at the people in this town?"
Zhuang Huaijin packed up his bookcase at this time, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from it, spread it on the table and said with a smile:
"I won't go. Brother Wenpei, if you are willing, go on your own. It's still early in the morning, so I can save some lamp oil while I'm reading."
"Brother Huaijin is a great talent. He will definitely pass the high school in this provincial examination. In that case, I will go to the kitchen to find some food and bring it over. You and I can put some food on our stomachs and study together."
After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out, and met Qian Ruyu leading Brother Qing out of the upper room.
The three of them met each other, exchanged brief greetings, and then went their separate ways.
"Uncle, this Yu Li and Yu Wenpei seem to be smart, but unexpectedly, they are just as nerdy as the banker's bell ringer. This time it is rare for him to travel with the young men in the city, so he should rush to make friends.
Instead, he went to ride with the bell-ringer and lived in the same room."
Hearing this, Qian Ruyu raised the jade folding fan in his hand and hit Brother Qing's head with a smile and cursed:
"You're just a bitch who was born with a good skin. You still don't understand anything about me for a long time. Don't you know the truth about strange things that can live in a place? The two of them have been teaching together in the book school for a long time, so they know each other deeply.
Yu Wenpei must have expected that the bell-ringer would be able to go to high school this time. Although his family situation was much better than that of the bell-ringer, he was still far behind us. Therefore, instead of trying hard to fawn over us, it would be better to
It will save effort to be closer to the bell-ringer. When the bell-ringer goes to high school in the future, he will remember this friendship to help him a little bit."
"According to what the uncle said, the person who hit the bell must be from high school?"
"Hmph! Do you think you can really control him if he doesn't hit the mark? Well, don't mention these things, haven't you already explored this town very well? Lead the way."
Qian Ruyu changed the subject, folded her fan a little and said, Brother Qing.
The owner Dong was looking through the account books behind the counter. When he saw Young Master Qian and the book boy coming out, he immediately greeted them with a smile. When he learned that the two were going out to play, he immediately stopped him and whispered:
"Sir, wait a minute, there is no peace in this town these days. There have been reports of hauntings in the homes of many wealthy families. Even ordinary people's homes have been harassed. If you want to go out, you can first go to the place outside the town.
The incense sticks in Jiangbo Temple are said to be very efficacious, so you must come back before sunset."
"Ah? It's haunted! What kind of trouble is it?"
Qian Ruyu suddenly became nervous after hearing about the haunting. After asking, he glared at Brother Qing: He had never done such important homework.
"It's not that noisy. It is said that I always hear the cries of men and women, and sometimes I can feel a sudden chill. But don't worry, uncle, there has never been any noisy in my small shop. I specialize in Jiang Bo Temple here.
There will be a lot of incense and ash provided over there. It will be very safe and the men can live there peacefully. If the men want to go to Jiang Bo Temple, I will arrange for someone to be able to lead the way."
Seeing Qian Ruyu nodding, the shop owner Dong immediately called a young man, Qian Ruyu called the other four stewards, Xiaosi, and the group headed out of the town.
Cheng Yu flew over a group of people and passed by a noisy shop without any signboard. He suddenly heard a burst of shouting and yelling coming from inside, but it subsided within a few breaths. p>
"Bang!"
The half-open wooden door was kicked open from the inside, and Jia Fei, dressed in a green shirt, walked out leisurely humming a tune and headed towards the small dock stage again.
There was a burst of sighs and moans of pain in the room, and suddenly a big man with dark blue eyes and a stool in his hand rushed out of the room, cursing:
"You little thief, I will fight with you!"
"Whoosh!"
Jia Fei did not stop, nor did he look back. He just threw a wooden dice back casually. It brushed against the big man's forehead with a sound of wind, and the whole dice embedded into the wooden pillar with a "pop" sound.
"Ah..."
The big man froze on the spot, slowly turned his head to look at the dice in the wooden pillar, hugged the stool tightly with both hands, and did not dare to move again.
"When I see Jiaoer, my cheeks burst into tears~!"
Jia Fei hummed a piece of Xipi Liushui and walked happily towards the stage. She even rarely noticed the sparrow fairy above her head.
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After less than a stick of incense, Cheng Yu finally saw the long-rumored Jiang Bo Temple in the air.
I saw a large open space in front of the ancestral hall. It was still crowded with people at this time. Fragrant mist was lingering in the sky above the ancestral hall. Cheng Yu flew around the ancestral hall. It was just a courtyard that you entered, but the yard was quite large. A tall star fell in the yard.
On top of the cypress tree, he stretched his head and looked inside.
In the main hall in the middle is a seated black dragon statue wearing a black python robe and a single horn on its head. If you look closely, you can see that there is a visible crack between the neck of the mud body, which is the same as the wound on the black dragon's soul body.
There were many signs of repair around this crack. Presumably the temple priests in the ancestral hall also found that they had been repaired, but it didn't help, so they had to let it go.
While Cheng Yu was watching, Qian Ruyu and his party also came to the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The waiter who led the way first whispered to the steward of the ancestral hall. Seeing the style of Mr. Qian's house, the old steward immediately cleared a passage in the courtyard and waited for Qian.
After Ruyu entered the hall to offer incense and worship, she asked Brother Qing to hand over an order.
The old steward opened the list, his eyes lit up, and immediately after thanking him, he was about to go out to read the donation on the list in front of everyone, but he was stopped by Brother Qing.
The old steward immediately woke up.
Oh, low-key and low-key.
Qian Ruyu and his entourage were respectfully seen off by the old steward and walked out of the back door. After casually tipping the inn waiter who led the way, Qian Ruyu called Brother Qing and whispered:
"I've also paid my respects at Jiang Bo Temple. I'll pretend that nothing happens. I'll lead the way and go have some fun."
