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Chapter 367 Is He Ji Gong?

Feng Zhou went overseas to make money for three years, and then opened a "King of Wines" restaurant to squander it instead of going to Jigong to become a disciple and become an immortal. It was also helpless and sad.

I remember when he was domineering in the secular world of martial arts. Whether it was Ren Woxing or Chu Liuxiang, they had to be obedient when they saw him. If the emperor didn't like him, he would kill him with one sword. He was really unparalleled and proud in the world. But now in this immortal world

In the world of Xia, even though he could still see the emperor displeased and kill him with a sword, he didn't dare to do it anymore.

After all, every emperor has the aura of an emperor. Even if the other person is mentally ill and is forced to abdicate, it is still the matter of the court ministers. If he dares to kill people with a sword, he is afraid of being worshiped by the royal family on the spot, and the hidden immortal will take action to kill someone.

The slap flew away.

So he had no choice but to hide in the market and hold wine tasting meetings. In fact, he just didn't want to find Jigong at a low price, but let Jigong come to him.

After all, going up the pole to beg him and asking him to come to you are not only two different things, but they will also produce different feelings in the other person's mind.

Although this Jigong is humorous and mischievous, he is still a saintly monk who is tolerant on the outside and benevolent on the inside, helps those in need, eliminates violence and brings peace to the good, and has a benevolent heart. However, he has an old problem, that is, he likes drinking very much.

Therefore, in order to attract Jigong to drink at his door, Feng Zhou set a rule as soon as he opened the restaurant. As long as he was a good person, he could drink all the fine wines in the restaurant for free.

Not only that, he also spread rumors that his treasure wine was so powerful that even the Arhat who subdued the Dragon was drunk. This Jigong was known as "the wine and meat passed through the intestines and stayed in the heart of the Buddha", and he was also the Arhat who subdued the Dragon.

Reincarnation, no matter what happens, I have to come and see it.

Because the Buddha does not ask people to have no desires and pursuits, but only tells people to pursue liberation.

Although the Arhat subduing the dragon has the spirit of Buddhism, he is just an Arhat and has not yet become a Buddha, so he naturally has a certain degree of humanity.

So Feng Zhou took up residence in the restaurant and started daily business.

On this day, a scholar came to the second floor and bought wine and food. While enjoying the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, he drank and ate food. Unknowingly, he got slightly drunk. He asked the waiter to bring the four treasures of the study and squandered them directly on the plain surface of a screen.

He wrote a poem called "Wind Into the Pine": "I spend a lot of time shopping all spring, and get drunk every day by the lake. Yu Cong is used to knowing the West Lake Road, and proudly passes in front of the Gu restaurant. He sings and dances in the fragrance of red apricots, and swings in the shadow of green poplars.

The warm breeze is ten miles away, and the beauty is in the sky. The flowers are pressed against the temples and the clouds are drifting away. The boat is carrying incense and returning home, and the remaining feelings are lingering in the lake water and smoke. Tomorrow, I will bring the remaining wine again to look for the flowers on the road. "

After writing it, I read it myself and laughed with joy. I drank a few more glasses of wine, and I picked up the pen again with great joy. I wrote in big words at the back: "Written by Yu Guobao, a scholar from Linzhou."

As soon as he finished writing, he heard someone behind him say: "Good words! Good words!"

The scholar looked back and saw an elderly scholar standing there nodding his head with a look of appreciation on his face.

At this time, Feng Zhou was sitting behind the counter. As soon as the old scholar came in, he noticed it.

Because this guy has a noble air, and there are several strong men beside him, who seem to be following him, and there are faint signs of guarding him.

The old scholar held a folding fan in his hand and shook it gently. He looked at the poems on the screen and nodded repeatedly.

"This old scholar looks noble and has a bodyguard. It seems that he is either rich or noble." Feng Zhou thought to himself.

But he didn't have the slightest impression of these two scholars.

Nowadays, the Song Dynasty is peaceful in the south half of the country, and is in obedience to the Jin people in the north. The city of Hangzhou is also called Lin'an, which is where the line is. Today's Emperor Gaozong, Zhao Gou, is the coward emperor who unjustly killed Yue Fei.

Due to this kind of anger, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty did not want to conquer the northern homeland. Instead, they spent the whole day drinking, drinking and admiring flowers. The matter of recovering the Central Plains had long been forgotten.

To put it simply, they are completely heartless.

The scholar Yu Guobao was very happy, so he took advantage of the wine to bow slightly and said: "This is a humble work, please give me some advice, sir."

The old gentleman had a wiry beard and said with a smile: "Although the words are good, he is very petty."

He directly raised his pen and crossed out the words "carry" and "wine" in "Tomorrow I will carry the remaining wine again" and changed them to the words "help" and "zui" respectively.

"Oh! Good change! Wonderful change. Only two words have been changed, and the artistic conception of this poem is completely different."

There was another voice behind them, and the two scholars looked back. Feng Zhou, the chief shopkeeper of Que Jian, the "king of wine kings", walked out from the counter, clapped his hands and said happily: "You two look like scholars at first glance. This

The first poem is really a beautiful picture of the West Lake. I think only a poem can express the beauty of this poem."

"Oh?" Yu Guobao was overjoyed and asked hurriedly: "I wonder which poem it is?"

"Beyond the mountains, there are towers on the green hills, and when are the singing and dancing in the West Lake closed? The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. Hahahaha..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the old scholar and Yu Guobao suddenly changed.

This poem was actually inscribed on the wall of a hotel by the scholar Lin Sheng during the Ningzong period. It had not yet been published, but it is very suitable for the current situation.

It is a clear irony that the two people in front of them only want to have fun and enjoy themselves, forgetting national affairs, and clearly scolding the people in power for "stopping the war" and not wanting to regain the lost territory of the Central Plains. They only want to live in peace and indulge in sex and pleasure.

The state of mind to have fun.

Yu Guobao was just a bachelor who was not in his position and did not seek his duties. Hearing Feng Zhou's slow ridicule, he just snorted coldly, threw down a piece of silver, and turned around to leave.

But the old scholar couldn't keep it off his face. He flicked his sleeves and snorted: "I don't deserve to be the son of a man."

"What's this?" Feng Zhou was unhappy and said in a cold voice: "Don't you think that meat-eaters are despicable, and those in power don't want to conquer their homeland and only pursue pleasure and entertainment, just to make everyone laugh."

"Bastard!" The old scholar suddenly changed his color. Several strong men who were vaguely guarding him immediately took a step forward, surrounded him, and stared at Feng Zhou.

But how could Feng Zhou take them so seriously? He sneered: "The weapon of criticism doesn't work. How can criticism be used as a weapon?"

"Shopkeeper, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth." A strong man said coldly.

"Haha." Feng Zhou smiled coldly, secretly using his spiritual power to force himself on the old gentleman, but then he felt resisted by a huge and inexplicable aura. His heart was shocked, and he already understood the general identity of the old scholar in front of him.

Feng Zhou had been an emperor and a commander-in-chief, and he had cultivated his aura through the divine art of combining monarch and minister. The aura in his body contained all kinds of nobility. The only way to block this aura of nobility could be the aura of the Son of Heaven or the aura of the Prime Minister.

The current Emperor is Gaozong Zhao Gou, and the Prime Minister is the traitor Qin Hui. Although these two are both bastards, they cannot be harmed because they are monarchs and ministers of the orthodox dynasty and have such a powerful aura.

This Zhao Gou is seventeen years younger than Qin Hui, and is only forty or fifty years old at this time. The old scholar in front of him is at most fifty years old, so he is probably the Gaozong Zhao Gou.

With Feng Zhou's martial arts, he could certainly defeat those guards and kill the bastard emperor. But as soon as this spiritual energy came out, he knew that it was impossible to kill him.

Since he is the Son of Heaven, there must be Ziwei at the head, surrounded by stars, and destined to be his destiny. He is simply not something that a small martial artist like him can kill.

Just like when King Zhou teased Nuwa, Nuwa wanted to kill him, but she couldn't resist the fate, so she had to retreat with hatred.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhou chuckled, glanced at the guards, and said nothing.

Without even looking at Feng Zhou, the old scholar strode out of the restaurant and snorted: "Disappointment!"

A guard came over quickly and said in a low voice: "Master, this person is so bold. Do you want to deal with it?"

The old scholar smiled faintly: "It's just a trivial matter, it's nothing to worry about. Just let Lin'an Prefecture arrange it."

"Yes!" The guard heard the words and obeyed the order. He turned around and was about to instruct his men to carry out the matter. However, as soon as he turned around and took a few steps, there was a "bang" and he bumped into someone.

"Ouch! Monk, I was hit. This is going to kill someone!" A monk wearing sloppy robes screamed and lay on the ground, shouting angrily.

The guard glanced at the monk, and suddenly his mind went into chaos, and what the master ordered immediately disappeared from his mind.

He calmed down and shouted: "Where did this crazy monk come from, causing such mischief here?"

"It's terrible, I hit the monk, I can't get up!" The monk was still lying on the ground, shouting angrily, and he didn't look injured at all.

"Brother, this monk is called Daoji. He is a monk from Lingyin Temple. He is usually crazy, but he is quite capable and should not be underestimated." A guard said in a low voice.

"What? He is Jigong?"


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