"That's right, it's just a box of ordinary elm leaves."
Xu Zhiling said, with a faint smile in his eyes.
A monk has no money left behind and nothing, but he still wants to give himself a gift as a farewell party. Young Master Yichen is really thoughtful.
Magistrate Zhang and the other three exchanged looks.
After a long while, Song County Cheng Yi still showed off his old skills and said with a smile: "I haven't even finished the dinner, but Prefect Xu has already whetted my appetite.
But I don’t know who the elegant scholar was, so ingenious that he gave Prefect Xu such a box of leaves?"
Xu Zhiling didn't hide it either.
"That's the monk who used to live in my Xu Mansion, young master Yichen."
"It turns out it's him."
Song County Magistrate suddenly understood and nodded slightly: "I met this monk once in the Qingchun Tower on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day. He was indeed very energetic and handsome, and he also knew how to blind people. No wonder he was able to get into the eyes of Prefect Xu.
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Magistrate Zhang and Lieutenant Zhu inquired out of curiosity and learned that it was the young monk who was known as the Silver Monk with Mighty Hands. They all said that they had heard of this "Silver Monk".
"It's just a gift of elm leaves..." Lieutenant Zhu Xian looked puzzled.
Songxian Cheng glanced approvingly at the suddenly enlightened Zhuxian Lieutenant, and said: "Although the elm leaves are inconspicuous, they can be used as rations in times of famine. They can not only resist hunger, but also prevent diseases. The monk gave the prefect a box
Yu Qian Ye, this..."
Magistrate Zhang spoke very skillfully: "Of course this is not something reserved for Prefect Xu to eat, but a metaphor. Yuqian is a surplus of money, and it can be used as rations, but it is a reminder to Prefect Xu that in order to pacify Lingnan, money and food are the most important thing."
1. If the people have enough money and food to eat, they will not rebel."
Song County Prime Minister sighed lightly: "What the County Lord said is absolutely true. Although Prefect Xu does not need to be reminded, this young master Yichen does have his heart."
"So you three, what do you think about this? This is the letter from a gentleman."
Xu Zhiling said with a smile, and closed the copper box smoothly.
The three magistrates from Zhang County stood in awe, raised their hands and sang the promise.
"Wait a minute? You've learned a lesson."
Not far away.
Kong Dongliu and Xu Kun, who were already seated, were stunned.
"Zhongcai? Can those elm leaves be eaten?"
"This... I just found out about it."
"So my hair can also be used for food?"
"This... I advise you not to eat it, it's scary."
"Hahaha? I'm just kidding you, but your second uncle is indeed an honest man. Right? Why didn't you tell him the truth?"
"You were in a hurry? You forgot to tell the truth. Let's talk about it after the dinner."
Xu Kun said this, but he was thinking silently in his heart.
Do you really want to tell the second uncle that these are not ordinary leaves, but rare treasure leaves that have been enlightened by the eminent monk Yichen? Based on my understanding of the second uncle? I am afraid that he will throw them out of the Xu Mansion without saying a word.
How can we convey Master Yichen's feelings tactfully and let the second uncle always carry this box of leaves close to his body?
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Not long after, the banquet started.
At the banquet, people exchanged glasses of wine and exchanged cups. It was a joyful time.
Those who came to the banquet tonight included not only the three giants of Wenhe County, but also elderly people with long life spans. Even many elders of the clan came from the countryside outside the county.
Many of them grew up watching Xu Zhiling.
Now that Xu Zhiling has not only been reinstated, he is also expected to take a step further.
Of course? The premise is that he can quickly put down the Lingnan Rebellion in the next few years.
Xu Zhiling was also very emotional.
Is it because he has been practicing self-cultivation for ten years? By this time tonight, he was already a little drunk.
Low hanging lead clouds covered the bright moon over the courtyard.
The heavy rain fell suddenly, drowning out the laughter and laughter.
This banquet, which neither the guests nor the host enjoyed to the fullest, will be moved from the open air to indoors.
"Eh~"
Suddenly, the donkey roared like muffled thunder, exploding between heaven and earth.
However, there was a person who split the rain curtain in the sky, straddled a small green donkey diagonally, fell from the sky, and landed in the center of the courtyard.
The old man on the donkey's back wears mango shoes, pine-shaped crane bones, a pale face, white beard and hair, a smile on his face, and a faint silvery gray in his eyes, but as clear and peaceful as the moonlight.
He didn't look at the horrified people in the courtyard, and his broad sleeves were raised in the wind.
"end."
Thick lead clouds and pouring rain slowly gathered and huddled into a ball in the sky.
Then it turned into a pool of clear water, flowing from top to bottom, penetrating the sky, and flying into the sleeve of the old man.
The clouds disappeared and the rain cleared, and the bright moon reappeared in the sky.
The moonlight was like water, flowing quietly in the silent Xu Mansion courtyard, caressing the shocked and stunned faces.
The old man looked indifferent, patted the donkey's back and said, "Let's go."
The donkey raised its head and clucked, stretched its face stubbornly, and looked towards the wine bottle at the banquet in front of it, refusing to take even half a step.
The old man was furious.
"You idiot! You really came down after smelling the smell of wine! Three hundred years ago, you were greedy for alcohol, and now you want to destroy me, right?"
As he spoke, the old man got off the donkey's back, put his fingers together, and was about to point at the donkey.
The moment he raised his fingertips, a cold light as long as white streaks flashed through the air, filled with murderous intent.
The green donkey shuddered, and all the greed in his eyes disappeared.
It knelt down with its hind legs bent, its front legs arched and bowed like a human, and it actually said human words: "Master, spare my life."
The old man had raised his fingers to the highest point. He saw tears filling the donkey's eyes and a trace of unbearable expression on his face.
In the peripheral vision, everyone was stunned.
There was a trace of confusion in Ma Lao's eyes, wondering if his performance was not good enough? No one was there to support him?
hiss……
He raised his fingers again.
"Obstacle! I, the layman, cannot spare you today!"
"Owner……"
The donkey burst into tears and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy. However, out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing around, feeling secretly anxious.
Hurry up, if no one stops me, I will really turn into a pot of donkey meat!
Magistrate Zhang finally came to his senses.
He hurriedly stood up and left the table, bowed and saluted: "Wait a minute, this layman. I don't know where the layman's name is. Where is his fairyland?"
Although everyone in the Xu family did not believe in the theory of strange power and chaos, many people in Wenhe County were also affected by it.
But most people still yearn for masters and immortality in their hearts, especially when masters really appear in front of them.
At this moment, Magistrate Zhang was filled with excitement, and even his voice was trembling.
Not only him, but Song County Magistrate, Zhu County Lieutenant, including some gentry and village elders were not much better.
One after another they left the table to pay homage, calling themselves masters and asking for their names.
The donkey "took advantage of the situation" and rolled to the side. Ma Lao cursed a fool and nodded slightly to Magistrate Zhang and others: "I have lived in Songhe Mountain for a long time, and my name is Wubo. I passed by your house, but this stupid donkey broke.
I have offended many of you who are elegant and happy."
Magistrate Zhang gave another salute and said respectfully: "Master, you protected us from the disaster of wind and rain. How can we offend you? I wonder if we are lucky enough to listen to Master Wubo's teachings?"
Ma Lao stroked his long beard with his hand: "Unfortunately, I have a big matter, and I have to discuss it with Dragon Lord of Shuifu. It has been delayed for a cup of tea. I'm afraid Dragon Lord is already impatient."
When the words "Dragon Lord of Shuifu" came out, everyone present was horrified.
"Shui Mansion" and "Dragon Lord" are both existences in legends and stories. How can ordinary people imagine them?
This master can not only call the wind and collect the rain, but he is also the guest of the Dragon King. Could he be an immortal?
Ma Lao felt the excitement in his eyes, but felt a little irritable in his heart.
He originally planned to spit out the bucket of water and turn it into a heavy rain, so he took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the house and kill Xu Zhiling.
Although Xu Zhiling is protected by purple energy that cannot be seen by the naked eye.
But after so many years of staying away from officialdom and integrating into the countryside, Ziwei's aura is far less strong than before.
County leaders and others may have some scruples.
For him, a Dahuang prefect, it would only cost him a few years of moral integrity at most.
As long as Xu Zhiling can be killed, everything will be worth it.
But what he never expected was that on Xu Zhiling's cases, there was a treasure in the world.
It exudes an unfathomable, mysterious and unspeakable intimidation.
Like an angry protector, hiding on the side, guarding Xu Zhiling who is about to take office in Lingnan.
It also made him dare not act rashly for a while.
Just now there was this "immortal entering by mistake" drama.