Zhao Ranfei's talisman was issued to Long Qing, a Sanren of Yangcao Mountain. Even Zhumeng was too lazy to go down the mountain. I'm afraid those guys from other sects in Huayun Pavilion wouldn't help with this.
On the Yangcao Mountain, Long Qinghui was gathered around the self-propelled plow, thinking hard about the redesign of one of the magic weapon components. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and he received Zhao Ran's flying talisman.
After reading it, Long Qingwei had no choice but to stand up temporarily, took a deep breath, put aside all the miscellaneous ideas in his mind, and came to Jingxing Rock.
A row of bamboo houses has been built outside the cave of Jingxing layman. In the largest bamboo hall in the middle, more than 20 casual reviewers wrote their answers. Some wrote quickly, others frowned and thought hard, and one had dull eyes.
, staring blankly at the birds on the big tree outside the window.
There are three burning incense sticks on the podium in front, two of which have been burned out, and less than half an inch of the last one is left.
Jingxing saw Long Qingwei outside the window, and Long Qingwei gestured for her to come out. Jingxing pointed at the incense, shook his head, and signaled Long Qingwei to wait a moment, and then reminded in the hall: "Everyone,
Friend, hurry up, the paper will be handed in soon, and there is still half an inch left to burn the incense.”
Seeing this, Long Qingwei waited patiently outside the house.
The incense burned out quickly, and the sound of a wooden drum sounded. The monks came out of the bamboo hall one after another and gathered together to discuss.
"Oh, why has the title of this pool changed again? Brother, how many kilograms is the capacity of the pool you requested?"
"One thousand eight hundred pounds, where is fellow Taoist?"
"Absolutely impossible! There should be a mantissa, about three taels left!"
"Everyone, everyone, what is the name of the mourning hall where Zhang Dazhen's relics are sealed after his ascension? Who knows?"
"That's called Zhang Xianlou! It was refined by the real person Sun Biyun. Why don't fellow Taoists pay attention to such a hot current issue?"
"Who knew it would be so biased? I remember the day of my ascension. Oh, by the way, there are also the Hedao Realm senior practitioners who participated in the ceremony..."
"Does anyone know who the deputy envoy who went to Xixia with Zhao Xingxing to return the Xuanci Hong Body was?"
"Yeah, who knows?"
"I'm stuck here too. I filled in one at random, and it said Zhao Yun Tower of Xuanyuan Temple."
"How is that possible! That is the Grand Supervisor of Shifang Jungle in Sichuan Province. Zhao Xingxing's Taoist position in Shifang Jungle is the abbot of the county courtyard, which is several levels behind!"
"I filled in the name of Taoist Master Luo Zhiqing."
"Taoist Luo is Zhao Xingxing's senior brother, how can he be the deputy envoy? I filled in the name of Taoist Zhumeng."
"What's wrong, senior brother? It's not like you're going to fight. It's normal to be a deputy envoy. It's absolutely impossible for Zhumeng!"
"Why can't Zhu Meng be the deputy envoy? He is the first monk in our Sichuan Province to serve in Shifang Jungle. It is very possible."
"The abbots were promoted to the throne on the first day of last month. After that, they hosted a fast ceremony at Wujiyuan. They were not in Xixia at all. Don't you know, fellow Taoists? I predict that this should be a hot spot for the examination this year!"
"I see... He is from Long'an Mansion. He is too far away from our capital. I really didn't pay attention to these things..."
"You must understand the ins and outs of current hot topics and never have a partial understanding of them. This is what layman Jingxing has repeatedly emphasized!"
Long Qingwei listened to the discussion of the non-commercial cultivators with a smile and entered the bamboo hall. He asked Jingxing: "How are these non-commercial cultivators in the capital?"
Jingxing said: "It's much better than those in Baoning Prefecture and Tongchuan Prefecture. It pays special attention to current affairs. Why are you here? Is there anything wrong?"
Long Qing exclaimed: "Taoist Zhao has returned from Xixia and asked me to go to Xizhenwu Palace and send a letter to Abbot Bai."
Jingxing asked: "He won't come back to Long'an?"
Long Qingwei nodded: "Yes, he is in Songfan and can't come back for the time being. I'll go and come back in the evening."
It was very close from Yangcao Mountain to Pingwu County, and it took Long Qinghui two hours to arrive. He was an immortal master, and the living room of Xizhenwu Palace did not dare to make things difficult for him. After inviting him in to rest, he immediately reported
Bai Tengming.
Hearing that there was a letter from Zhao Ran, Bai Tengming hurriedly came out to meet him. After reading the letter, he wrote a reply on the spot. Long Qingwei didn't waste any time and immediately sent the talisman to Zhao Ran.
Bai Tengming told Zhao Ran that his position was indeed the abbot of Baimayuan, which was arranged by Zhao Yunlou of the General Guanzongyuan personally. However, because Zhao Ran was on an envoy to Xixia, the Du Tenghui of Tianhe Palace had not yet issued a document.
But as far as he knew, the Du Teng Meeting had already held a meeting in the three capitals of Tianhe Palace to approve it, and he was just waiting for Zhao Ran to come back.
Feeling confident, Zhao Ran went down the mountain to Songzhou.
The entire Songfan area is divided into four counties, Hongyuan Special Zone is Baimayuan, Yongzhen County is Lingsheyuan, Xiaohe County is Guishouyuan, and Songfan County is Feilongyuan.
The 430,000 tribesmen and civilians in the above-mentioned four counties, as well as a total of 70,000 Ming troops, were under the direct jurisdiction of the Governor-General's Office of Western Sichuan in the official establishment of the Ming Dynasty, and under the direct jurisdiction of the Tianhe Palace in the Dao Sect. In terms of level, Western Sichuan
The Governor's Palace and Tianhe Palace are both half a block higher than the state capitals.
Songfan County was the original headquarters of Songfan Guards and the core of the entire Songfan region. There were a total of 200,000 tribesmen, accounting for nearly half of the population in the Songfan region.
In fact, before the 19th year of Jiajing, when Songfan County had not yet been established, it was mainly composed of two important military towns, Songzhou and Fanzhou. Each of them stationed a large number of Ming troops, and under the protection of the Ming army, it formed a
A large number of Songfan people gathered.
Songzhou City and Fanzhou City are only ten miles apart. They are at the horns of each other and can be regarded as a whole. Therefore, when the Taoist temple was established in the 20th year of Jiajing, the Fanzhou Temple in Fanzhou City was directly changed to Feilongyuan, and
The Songzhou Temple in Songzhou City was changed to Tianhe Palace.
Songfan County is two hundred miles due east of Hongyuan Special Zone. The road is not easy to walk. There is no formal official road. On the way, you have to cross the Blackwater River and a swamp.
However, Zhao Ran had a donkey in hand, so the road problem was not a big problem. He set off in the afternoon and arrived at Songzhou City early the next morning.
Today's Songzhou City is no longer as tense as it was during the war. A large amount of farmland has been opened up between it and Fanzhou City in the north. Many houses have been built along the newly built official road between the two cities.
, closely connecting the two cities, almost becoming one.
Zhao Ran nodded secretly. It had only been three years since the Battle of Baima Mountain, but the place had regained its vitality and was beginning to show prosperity. Even though Du Teng was very bureaucratic, he was still very capable in governing the place.
Enter Songzhou City and walk along the street to the most central location in the city. Here is the original Songzhou Temple, now the expanded and renovated Tianhe Palace.
As usual, I came to the concierge and handed over the door sticker with the shadow of a famous tree. When the fireman in the living room on duty that day saw the name written on the post, he felt excited all over and hurriedly took out the one or two-weight small silver ingot in his hand.
He stuffed it back into Zhao Ran's hands and didn't bother to salute. He just said, "Abbot Zhao, sit down for a moment." Then he hurriedly went in to report.