After a night of silence, the demon clan's assassination did not come after all, which made Wang Xubai very happy.
It would be great if the demon clan came, and if we fight with these Zhengs together, we might be able to reap the benefits.
What a pity, what a pity.
Early the next morning, the three Taoists left at dawn. Wang Xu did not dare to follow them and did not know where they went.
Just judging from the direction, I didn’t go to the West Lake Dragon Palace, maybe I went to have breakfast.
At dawn, the liveaboard docked and Wang Xu followed.
In this era, West Lake has not yet become a holy place for morning jogging. Because it rained lightly last night, there were not many people in the morning and the shore was a bit muddy.
Wang Xu was wearing a white moon-colored Confucian scholar's uniform and was full of energy. He stood on the shore and looked at the center of the lake.
At this time, there were still nearly twenty days before the Dragon King of West Lake held the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival, but the Dragon Palace of West Lake did not emerge from the bottom of the lake and appeared on the West Lake majestically.
If he couldn't get out of the West Lake Dragon Palace, Wang Xu had to go in by himself.
It’s just that he didn’t know whether the Dragon Palace guard would let him in more than half a month in advance. It would be embarrassing if he came to the West Lake Dragon Palace to take refuge and couldn’t even get through the door.
"It's not yet time for the West Lake Dragon Palace to open. I'd like to make my visit in advance more formal. There must be a greeting card."
Wang Xu glanced at the West Lake, then at the Dragon King Temple not far away, and had an idea in his mind.
There is a saying about incense in the Confucian world, but according to orthodoxy, only the sages and dragons in the Confucian world can accept the worship of all people.
Even the Buddhist and Taoist temples pursue a policy of no suppression or support. They do not demolish temples and do not encourage people to believe in religion. Only the Wen Temple and Shui Ci hold huge celebrations to worship heaven every year.
The Dragon King Temple on the edge of the West Lake is dedicated to the Dragon King of the West Lake. It can receive hundreds of thousands of pilgrims every day and the incense is flourishing.
Wang Xu has nothing to do with the Dragon Clan, so he can't just jump into the water and swim to the West Lake Dragon Palace.
That's impossible. The West Lake Dragon Palace is said to be under the water of the West Lake. In fact, there is another cave. It doesn't know how to divide water. Without the Dragon King Post, you can't swim.
The only way for outsiders to enter the Dragon Palace is to submit the invitation card to the Water Temple, burn incense and pray, then burn the invitation card and let a wisp of green smoke go straight into the Dragon Palace to wait for the good news of the Dragon King.
The Dragon Lord of West Lake sensed that it was not actually the Dragon Lord of West Lake. The Dragon Lord, like the emperor, managed the waters south of the Yangtze River and had to do everything by himself. He was already tired to death.
The burned greeting card should have turned into blue smoke and flown into the Dragon Palace, and appeared in the Shui Mansion Cabinet, on the desks of the Shui Tribe ministers. After being reviewed by the cabinet members composed of water demons, it was then presented to the Prime Minister Turtle, who felt it was important.
Only then will it be presented to Lord Long.
Wang Xu estimated that, with his reputation and the excuse of participating in the Qixi Festival Poetry Festival, Long Jun would not ignore him as long as the invitation was seen.
"The Lord Long is here, Xiaosheng Wang Xu. I heard that Lord Long will hold a Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Party at the West Lake on the occasion of the Chinese Valentine's Day, so I came here to complain."
In the greeting card, Wang Xu first complimented the Dragon King of West Lake a few words, and then pointed out that he was here to participate in the poetry meeting.
Finally, he changed his voice and said that he had arrived early. He had no friends here and didn't have many financial burdens. He asked if it would be convenient for him to stay in the Dragon Palace and save some money.
After writing the greeting note, Wang Xu exhaled.
It has been four days since he wrote the poem to subjugate the country. Based on the information about the West Lake Dragon Palace, it is not difficult to know that he came to take refuge.
It's just that the King of Hell is easy to mess with and the kid is difficult to deal with. It's good that the greeting card can be handed over to the Dragon King. If it can't be handed over, it will have to go through a lot of trouble.
"Please help me, Temple Zhu, to send this greeting card to Shuifu."
Wang Xu came to the Dragon King Temple and handed the greeting card to the temple in the temple.
The Miao Zhu was a middle-aged man dressed as a sacrificial priest. He snorted and reluctantly accepted the invitation.
When he opened it, he saw a 10,000 tael of silver note inside the greeting card. Miao Zhu's face suddenly became a little better and he praised: "In our Jiangnan area, the Dragon King Temple has not only 10,000 taels, but also 8,000. I write a petition to the Dragon King every day.
The pile of books is higher than the mountain. One wants a son, another wants wealth, the common people want good weather, and the talented man wants his five sons to pass the imperial examination. How could the Dragon King understand this?
You are a smart man. I can’t guarantee that this post will definitely appear on the incense table of all the adults. As for whether the adults will present it to the Dragon King after seeing it, I can’t guarantee it.
"
Miao Zhu happily put away the post and looked at Wang Xu with a smile.
Wang Xu understood in an instant, and took out a silver note worth one hundred thousand taels, and said softly: "My dear Wang Xu of Jinshan Mansion, I also want to give my mother an ever-burning lamp."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Lord Dragon loves filial sons the most. Your sincerity will impress all of you." Miao Zhu smiled even deeper. An ever-burning lamp only costs ten cents a day. A hundred thousand taels of sesame oil can light it up.
Thirty thousand years.
Speaking of which, the ever-burning lanterns in the palace will be replaced every hundred years. One hundred thousand taels of silver will cost you ninety-nine thousand taels. How can the temple not laugh?
Wang Xu also had a smile on his face. This money is for taking care of the imps. The unspoken rules are the same everywhere. If you don't take care of the people below, why should they help you?
Didn’t you read what the temple blessing said? The petitions piled up every day can be higher than a mountain.
With so many discounts, isn't it normal to forget a few when delivering them?
Even if I haven't forgotten it, when it is delivered to the adults in the Shui Mansion, when the adults take a look at it, by what standards will they decide whether this fold should be presented to the Dragon Lord, or whether it should not be shown to the Dragon Lord.
Cats have cat paths, rats have rat paths. Unless you are the protagonist and you can meet the Dragon Lord if you want, otherwise, you should follow the rules.
Lord Long is really not that easy to see.
"Sir, please be careful. I still have my old father at home. As a filial son, you can't be filial to your mother and ignore your father."
"It makes sense, it makes sense!"
Wang Xu and Miao Zhu looked at each other and smiled, remaining silent.
The last sentence is Wang Xu's promise. As long as my greeting card can be delivered to Mr. Long, he will also receive one hundred thousand taels of silver later.
One hundred thousand taels is not a small amount. You must know that Wang Xu hired a fourth-level perfect monk to take charge of the glass factory through Jinshan Temple. It only costs one hundred thousand taels of sesame oil in a year.
One hundred thousand taels of silver is enough to make a fourth-level master from the Buddhist and Taoist families work hard. Although Longgong's family has a big business, it is probably not a good thing that he can get two hundred thousand taels of silver for just submitting a post.
Wang Xu felt relieved now that the invitation was settled.
However, the invitation is only the first step. When you arrive at the Dragon Palace, you can't be empty-handed.
The Dragon Clan is rich all over the world, and its financial resources are so strong that ordinary people cannot imagine it.
Ordinary things will definitely not be able to enter the Dragon Palace. In the eyes of all the dragon sons and dragon ladies, making friends with these people must be won by surprise.
Wang Xu thought about it and found out that if there is something new that you guys haven't seen before, to find it fresh, you have to rely on glass products.
Over the years, glass factories have been producing glass beads, but it does not mean that glass factories can only produce these.
In fact, glass mirrors, glass cups, and glass pots were already fired a few years ago.
It was not sold on the market because Wang Xu was worried that it would be too dazzling. The glass bead business alone could provide the Wang family with a net income of hundreds of millions of taels of silver a year. To expand the market of the glass industry would be to play with fire.
Today is different from the past. Poems about the country have been written, and assassinations from the demon clan have come. In addition, we are about to take the imperial examination. We want to keep a low profile, but it is impossible to keep a low profile.
In this case, fortunately, we should keep a high profile and use this Qixi Festival Poetry Festival to let the outside world see the background of the Wang family.
If I can take this opportunity to board the Dragon Clan's big ship, what can the wind and waves do to me?
"There is a bird in the south. It doesn't sing for three years and it doesn't fly for three years. Once it soars into the sky, it becomes a sensation."
After leaving the Dragon King Temple, Wang Xu looked at the blue waves of the West Lake and whispered: "My time will eventually come, soon, soon, give me another two years."
Those who pass the imperial exam at the end of August will be crowned Jinshi next year.
At that time, with the Wuming Golden Book as a back-up, the demon god will not come out, and he will dare to fight the demon king who is just waiting.
Just this, the bird enters the jungle and the dragon returns to the sea.
Later, when he became a great scholar and became a literary leader in the Southern Scholars, it was not that Wang Xu was afraid of others, but that others wanted to avoid him.