For a moment, he couldn't believe that the eminent monk who slayed demons and protected the common people would actually sleep in the maid's room for a whole night.
Not only was there a strange banging sound all night long, but when I came out, I looked tired and overworked.
"What...what's going on?"
The young man's faint voice sounded from my ears:
"Teacher, don't be surprised by what the student says next.
My master and Maid Zhu were actually studying Buddhist scriptures all night long."
Song County Prime Minister opened his mouth wide, then turned around and looked at the innocent-looking young man: "Chen Chi, does he look like a stupid old man?"
Chen Chi smiled bitterly: "I knew you wouldn't believe it, but that's the truth."
Song Xian Cheng shook his head slightly: "You, you... Hey, please relax, I will never say nonsense to others after I leave."
His perception of Yichen did not change much because of the unsightly scene he just encountered.
After all, for the literati, it is just a small detail, and it does not affect Master Yichen's merits in slaying demons and protecting Xu Zhiling and all the guests and friends of Xu Mansion that night.
However, Yichen was a monk after all, but he broke the rules and regulations, which made him feel somewhat regretful.
Thinking of this, Song County Cheng couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Chen Chi, I will leave first. I will come to visit you again after your master has rested."
He was about to go out and say goodbye to Zhou Yi.
His eyes suddenly fell on Zhou Yi's hands, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The monks in the courtyard seem a little different from the monks in my paintings... No, they are very different.
Although they are all holding the same thing.
But that thing was completely different.
Yichen in the painting holds an imaginary Zen staff in his right hand, looking majestic.
But at this time, in the small courtyard, what Yichen was holding on his left palm was actually a jewel.
The orb exudes a faint fragrance, like orchid or musk deer? But it is not the scent of the human world.
"Okay? Okay, this thing has to be added."
Song Xian Cheng lowered his head to look at the scroll, thought for a moment, licked the ink, and started writing again.
Suddenly? He was stunned, but he thought of something.
"Wait a minute, that maid of the Xu Mansion... the one that Capt. Lu calls the maid of Zhu, her name? It seems like her name is Xiangzhu?"
Song County Cheng's expression changed? A hint of disbelief gradually emerged in his heart.
He looked again at the bead held in the palm of the monk's hand, emitting a faint light, as if it was sucking in the energy of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun, and his eyes were completely different.
"Is it possible that Master Yichen had a fight all night long last night? He was not doing something with the maid...but was doing something with this bead? This bead...could it be...is...God, this
It’s really a worthwhile trip!”
Songxian Cheng stared blankly at the beads in the monk's hand. A sweet chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears, and his gaze became deeper and deeper.
Gradually, his whole body and soul seemed to have fallen into it.
"President Song, don't look at her! Amitabha, Maid of the Pearl? The monk has been enlightening you all night? Why are you still not obedient?"
Vaguely? Song County Cheng heard Master Yichen’s scolding.
I also heard the sound of his chanting, as well as the familiar... snap, snap, snap... snapping sound.
But his body and soul were still sinking uncontrollably.
…
"Huh? This is..."
Song Xian Cheng raised his head and suddenly found a vast desert in front of him.
The weather is hot and dry, and the wind and sand are like slices of hot knives, scraping across the cheeks, stinging unbearably.
The big man leading the team turned to look.
"That scholar, instead of going to Jiangnan, you have to come to Mobei with me, hahaha, do you regret it now?"
'Scholar? Me?'
Only then did Song County Magistrate realize that he was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, riding a camel, following a group of caravans, marching forward against the wind and sand of the desert.
He almost instinctively smiled bitterly and said: "Don't laugh at Mr. Luo. Now in my heart, I regret as much as I want. I didn't expect that Mobei is so boring, and I don't know how long it will take to go back. I really have to be in trouble and I can't go back."
Well, the girls in Youxiang Tower will probably forget about the merits of someone soon."
The laughter of the caravan elders could be heard all around.
Song County Magistrate himself was shocked... He actually said those dirty words just now by himself? How unbecoming is this! How embarrassing!
The wind and sand were getting louder and louder, and there was a faint, strange sound coming from the air.
Gradually, the faces of the caravan men traveling around became serious and ugly.
"Is the wind blowing... This wind is wrong, it seems to be, no, not good, it's a man-eating wind."
"Scholar, run! There are evil insects in the cannibal wind. They will eat horses when they encounter them, and they will eat people when they encounter them!"
"Boss! Where are we going?"
"There is an oasis in the southwest, and there are white chickens in the oasis to combat the cannibalism!"
In an instant, an overwhelming black wind swept over the sky. In the wind, a monster with sharp serrated teeth could be vaguely seen flying towards his group with its mouth wide open.
"ah!"
Songxian Cheng let out a scream, fell from the hump, and passed out.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed.
In the small Huating courtyard, with white gauze curtains, young women are surrounding him, serving him medicine and soup, and serving him carefully.
County Magistrate Song suddenly sat up: "Where am I? Who are you? By the way, where are my friends from the caravan? Come quickly, save them!"
"Don't worry, sir. They are all safe and sound."
A beautiful woman in a white dress came over and saluted Song County Prime Minister with a smile: "Mr. Lang is indeed chivalrous. He is in danger, but he still cares about his companions. This is Baiqiu City, and I am Ji."
The leader of the clan, my clan only has women but no men. I wonder if your husband can stay here for a few more days so that we can admire your majesty."
Songxian Cheng was startled, and under the attentive and eager gazes of the women, he subconsciously puffed up his chest.
"Then...it's annoying."
In the following time, Song County Magistrate and the Ji clan leader got closer and closer.
Chatting about poetry and books, or talking about the customs and sophistication of China, gradually, feelings developed between the two.
Finally one day, the county magistrate of Song County could not help but propose marriage to the head of the Ji clan.
The head of the Ji clan was a little surprised, and said after a while: "It's possible, but you have to agree to a certain unkind request."
Song Xian Cheng's heart tightened, but he still nodded and said, "Madam, please tell me."
"We, the Ji family, are all women. We are lonely, but we also admire the greatness of men. If you want to marry me, you must also marry the other 364 girls of the same age in the Ji family. I wonder what your husband wants?
"
"Well……"
Songxian Cheng was stunned on the spot. After a long while, he murmured in a low voice: "How can there be such good things in the world?"
Next, the entire Baiqiu City was immersed in joy.
The Ji family's attitude towards Song County Cheng became more and more respectful.
Many daughters' families even came to the city lord's mansion without telling their mother to secretly pay homage to Song County Cheng, who was also their future husband.
Songxian Cheng was also full of expectations. Every day, he would drink several bowls of hot tea brewed with Desert Cistanche deserticola under Ji's service.
As the wedding night got closer and closer, Song County Cheng became more and more excited, and sometimes it would be so hot that it was difficult to sleep all night long.
Finally, there is only one day left before the wedding.
Suddenly, a burst of Buddha's chanting sound came from the sky...
…
"Amitabha, Donor Song, County Magistrate Song, this is not the place you should be, please wake up quickly!"
…
In the courtyard, Song Xian Cheng's body trembled slightly.
A glimmer of clarity appeared in his eyes, but it quickly fell away.