Li Xiuyuan's memorial essay was well written, but when someone suddenly took it away, even a person with a good temper couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"Brother, it seems that me writing a memorial here does not affect you at all, but your move is a bit excessive."
The cow dung scholar snorted softly, "You call that a sacrificial essay? I'm doing this for your own good, so that you don't write such vulgar things and present them to the prefect to be embarrassed. Besides, I'm a local scholar."
, and you are just a child, do you think your literary talent is better than mine?"
Li Xiuyuan said: "Writing a memorial this time is not an imperial examination, it is a competition for literary talent."
"You don't need literary talent to transcribe sacrificial texts? You, a child, are talking nonsense. How can you impress the Dragon King of Wujiang without literary talent? How can you show your extraordinary destiny without literary talent? Is it possible that a person with extraordinary destiny will eat with the people in the field?
Like a farmer?"
There was a hint of arrogance in this scholar's words, as if he was the one with a very precious destiny who could appease the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang with a piece of memorial paper.
"Forget it, since you, brother, are so confident, then I would like to see if brother, I can board this temple and use this memorial to appease the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang."
Li Xiuyuan didn't bother to argue with him. He hummed softly, flicked his sleeves and left, not wanting to waste any more time with such a person.
This person is the kind of unreasonable person. What does he think of writing a memorial?
Is this a competition to show off your literary talents and compete for fame and wealth?
It's ridiculous, this scholar doesn't understand the current situation at all, and he is still here to be complacent and arrogant about his status as a scholar, showing off his so-called literary talents.
Will the Dragon King of Wujiang appease his anger because of your literary talent?
It's simply impossible. Even if you are very talented, the Dragon King of Wujiang cannot take a high look at you. What he sees is your fate.
The purpose of Lao Jijiu's last words after his death this time was not to write a memorial or compete in literary talent, but to find someone with an extremely noble destiny.
Obviously, there are scholars here who take it for granted and get it wrong.
But looking at it like this, it was obvious that there was more than one scholar who could get it wrong. Li Xiuyuan glanced at it and saw many scholars whispering to each other, discussing how your memorial was, how gorgeous your words were, and how you revealed your true feelings.
"Most of these scholars are rotten scholars." Li Xiuyuan shook his head slightly.
No wonder there is a saying from ancient times that it takes ten years for a scholar to rebel.
Talent can be involved in anything, and when it comes to literature, there's no way this can be accomplished.
"Forget it, let's see what these scholars can come up with. It's been raining heavily for several days, and they don't care if it goes here and there for an hour." Li Xiuyuan's face calmed down and he did not continue to be annoyed by the previous things.
After a while, a scholar dried the ink and said, "Master Magistrate, Xiaosheng's memorial text has been written. I would like to ask Master Magistrate to take a look at it."
After saying that, he held up the memorial text and handed it over.
"Well, I'm here to take a look."
The Lord Magistrate took the memorial text, glanced at it, and nodded: "Yes, the words are sincere, and the Dragon King of Wujiang is moved by the suffering of the people, yes, but a memorial text is not enough, but there are other memorial texts sent?"
"Yes, the late student has also written the memorial text." Another scholar handed over the memorial text.
The prefect took it, looked at it, and then said with a smile: "This memorial text is a little worse than the previous one, but it is sincere and can be kept."
The scholar who was criticized was immediately happy when he heard this and saluted the prefect: "What the prefect said is absolutely true."
"Xiao Sheng's letter has also been written, please read it, the magistrate." At this time, Ning Caichen put away the pen and immediately sent the memorial letter.
The Lord Magistrate also took it and took a look, his eyes lit up and he said: "This memorial article is better than the previous two, and it can be of great use."
"Master Prefect, I have also written mine."
"I've also finished writing my memorial service."
For a while, all the scholars in the hut expressed that they had finished writing their memorial texts, and then handed them over respectfully, asking the prefect to take a look.
The prefect also took the trouble to read every memorial text one by one, and after a final comment, he selected three memorial texts.
"All the memorial inscriptions written by you are in front of the public, but these three memorial inscriptions are the best."
The Lord Magistrate placed the three pieces of sacrificial inscriptions on the table, then gestured and said: "I also ask the person who wrote the sacrificial inscriptions to hold the sacrificial inscriptions on the top of the temple, burn them and worship, in order to respond to the words of the Lord Jiujiu, calm the Dragon King's anger, and restore peace to the local area.
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"My parents have their destiny, how dare they disobey it? I will go as long as I want."
Ning Caichen, a hot-blooded young man, hurriedly walked out, stood in front of his memorial inscription, raised his hands and said.
"Well, you are worthy of being a man who has read the books of sages and sages. What's your name, young man?" The prefect said in approval: "I will practice wine for you."
"Ning Caichen was born late."
The prefect nodded, raised his glass and handed it to him: "The safety of the people in this city is entrusted to you. Don't let the people down."
At this moment, Ning Caichen was a little confused by the prefect's few words of praise. He immediately took the wine glass and drank it down in excitement: "Please wait a moment, prefect, I will come as soon as I leave."
After saying that, he went to the temple, strode into the temple, and then climbed up the stairs.
Everyone watched him leave at this moment, with a little expectation and a little regret.
I hope that the heavy rain will subside this time, but unfortunately, I am not the first person to board the Paosha.
"I hope there's no danger." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.
It won't take a while.
"Going up, climbing the mountain, that Ning Caichen went to the top of the Baosha." Suddenly, a scholar looked at a figure appearing at the top of the Baosha.
The top of the temple has been half demolished, the altar has been set up, and the incense burner has been prepared, waiting for the scholars to go up and burn incense and pray.
Ning Caichen climbed to the top of the Baosha Temple out of breath despite the wind and rain. He glanced around and saw that he was nearly twenty feet high. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his feet trembled.
"Why is it so high?"
He had the urge to lie down and didn't even dare to stand up.
This is a fear of heights.
However, seeing so many scholars looking at him below, including the prefect, Ning Caichen gritted his teeth and took out the sacrificial inscription from his arms with trembling trembling, preparing to burn it.
But as soon as the sacrificial inscription was taken out, a gust of wind picked up and the sacrificial inscription was blown out in an instant.
"Hey, my memorial." Ning Caichen exclaimed.
The sacrificial inscription blew out of the temple and was swept into the dark clouds by the strong wind. Then it was caught in the rain and turned into a piece of paper and fell from the sky.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that such a fine memorial essay will be blown away by the wind." A scholar sighed.
"This is not an ordinary wind. It is the Dragon King of Wujiang who is casting a spell. Otherwise, if the memorial inscriptions were set on fire, it seems that the scholar the old priest is looking for is not Ning Caichen." The magistrate pondered for a moment and said.
He is well-informed and naturally knows some things about gods and ghosts.
"There are still two pieces of sacrificial inscriptions. Who wants to go up and try again?" the magistrate said immediately.
"How can a mere child have such a precious destiny? Let me go."
The cow dung scholar smiled conceitedly, grabbed the sacrificial inscription and strode out of the awning in a show of boldness.
When he passed by Li Xiuyuan, he hummed slightly, a bit sarcastically.
I have to say that this arrogant scholar of cow dung still has the ability to be conceited. At least he does have some literary talent, otherwise he would not be selected for the memorial essay.
"You're going to get into trouble sooner or later if you're so arrogant." Li Xiuyuan was not a pushover, so he said directly.
The cow dung scholar smiled playfully, but then said: "Really? Then watch this boy carefully."
Several other scholars nearby looked at the two people, but they also understood that there was some dispute between the two people before, but at this juncture they did not say much. Although they knew that it was the cow dung scholar who was wrong, but at the moment this cow dung
Scholars have a heavy responsibility and always need to tolerate it.
When the cow dung cultivator walked into the temple, he saw Ning Caichen soaked in water and walking back in shame. He said nothing, obviously not knowing what to say at this time.
"Guorong, don't be sad. This matter is not something you can solve. Let's leave it to others." Li Xiuyuan comforted him.
"My name is not Guorong, my name is Ning Caichen..." he retorted weakly.
"Don't worry about such small details."
Li Xiuyuan said: "Your memorial was just blown away by the Dragon King of Wujiang, and you are fine. This shows that your fate is not bad, but I want to know what will happen to the scholar who eats cow dung?"