The scale of Qinglong Temple is even simpler than that of Ci'en Temple at that time. However, the mountain is not high, and there are immortals and spirits. This humble temple is still crowded with people, filled with incense and crowded with pilgrims.
General Xin Mao and Shangguan Yi hurriedly lined up, and Fang Jun joined them as he had nothing to do. After waiting in line to burn incense and Fang Jun donating the money for the incense, General Xin Mao led the two of them around the main hall to a meditation hall in the backyard. Only then did Fang Jun discover the drama of the trip - asking for signatures.
I can't help but be speechless, it turns out that this is what General Xin Mao is interested in...
But Fang Jun, who is used to watching movies and TV shows about his past life, finally feels that this stuff is unreliable. It seems that every step of the costume film has a joke about asking for autographs...
General Xin Mao asked Shangguan Yi to ask for it first. This man, who was always as gentle as jade, chic and suave, was extremely nervous at this moment. He held the shiny black lotus tube and shook it for a long time before shaking out a lotus. He quickly picked it up as if he had found a treasure, and when he saw it, it read: "The hazy autumn moon reflects on the red door, and the sound of birds outside the forest is far away from the monks. There are noble people coming to greet you, so there is no need to talk like a wandering warbler."
Fang Jun also came over to take a look. He felt that the literal meaning was quite good, but he didn't know how to interpret it?
General Xin Mao also asked for one and got a signature saying, "When things are not easy, my heart is uneasy and my doubts are long-lasting, and I am at peace.?".
It looks good too.
Fang Jun wasn't interested in this at first, but since he's here, it doesn't hurt to join in the fun. He doesn't believe it anyway.
Then he shook the lotus tube and asked for one. After looking at the signature, he said, "The new treasure mirror will shine on the two of them, and they will be united in their hearts."
Fang Jun looked at these signatures and thought, why are they all the same? He couldn't help but think of the movies, TV shows and novels he had watched in his previous life, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself: "Monks are indeed very cunning. Didn't they say that their family members will not lie? There is no bad signature in this, it's so fake!"
Xin Maojiang came over to take a look, and suddenly said happily: "How can you say it's false? Look at your signature, it clearly says that you are going to get married, and that you are in love with each other and will be together forever!"
Fang Jun: "Haha..."
Like each other?
To tie the knot?
If that damn girl doesn't cuckold us, we will be lucky...
"Hey, are you done? When you're done begging, get out of the way. There are people behind you!"
The three of them muttered to each other, and the people in line behind them got upset and yelled at them.
Fang Jun quickly stepped aside with the two of them.
Obviously, he got out of the way, but the man behind him sneered and said in a low voice: "You look like a few poor people at first glance. Do you really think that after studying for a few days, you can pass the imperial examination and soar into the sky? You are a mud-legged person. They are just mud-legged people. Our ancestors are digging in the dirt, and our children and grandchildren are still the same and have no future?"
A strong feeling of contempt flowed out.
Fang Jun and the others suddenly turned around.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old raised his chin and glanced at the three of them with disdain.
This young man is wearing a Sichuan brocade gown. He has a long body and a handsome face. He has a crystal clear jade pendant hanging around his waist and has a haughty expression.
Seeing Fang Jun and the others turning around, an older middle-aged scribe next to the boy scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Then he clasped his fists at Fang Jun and the others, and said with a smile: "Quin Zi is young, and he speaks without reason. He has offended several brothers, and I still hope Haihan."
This man was about forty years old, with a fair complexion. He only spoke with twinkling eyes and a perfunctory expression. He obviously didn't mean to apologize much, just because of his face. After all, there was a long queue waiting for the draw, and everyone was watching. .
Although General Xin Mao was dissatisfied, he did not want to cause trouble and took Fang Jun and Shangguan Yi to leave. Shangguan Yi panicked and turned to look at Fang Jun...
This guy is a tough guy with a fiery temper. How could he let go of being insulted to the extent of his ancestors?
Just as he thought, Fang Jun said to the middle-aged scribe expressionlessly: "Since your dog is young, you should keep him well tied up at home. He is seventeen or eighteen years old and can't even speak. It's really inappropriate to bark and bite people with your mouth open. Those who know say that command dogs can't speak, and those who don't know think that this is your family tradition. Isn't it unfair?"
Shangguan Yi's face trembled and he wanted to laugh, but he held it back.
The commanding dog...
Is there any more derogatory title in the world than this?
When people call themselves "dogs", he just calls them "ling dogs". Fang Jun's mouth is really wicked. But... it’s really a relief!
Look at this young man's handsome face, he should be a child of a wealthy family, but his upbringing is so poor, he speaks hurtful words, he really lacks discipline. Or maybe...it's not a lack of discipline, but it's really the family's tradition of tutoring?
Shangguan Yi couldn't help laughing.
"Puff"
Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This sound is like the oriole's call to the willows and the pearls falling on the jade plate, which is very beautiful.
Fang Jun looked for the voice and saw a slender girl with an exquisite figure. She was wearing a lavender shirt and skirt, with green silk like clouds. She wore a thin veil on her face, so she couldn't see her true face clearly, but it was revealed. With a pair of curved eyebrows like willow leaves, two beautiful eyes like clear pools, and a slim figure, she is an absolutely rare beauty.
The young man in brocade clothes turned red with anger at Fang Junzhi's words, and said angrily: "Asshole! Do you know the identity of a certain person, so you dare to talk so shamelessly again?"
Why didn't you say your father was Li Gang?
Fang Jun sighed slightly and said calmly: "In this case, it is better not to reveal your identity, otherwise you will bring shame to your ancestors and be ridiculed by everyone in the world!"
The young man in brocade clothes was obviously mad. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to take action, but was held back by the middle-aged scribe.
The handsome young man's face turned red and he shouted: "Dad, don't stop me! If you don't teach this boy a lesson, he won't know the majesty of our Jiangnan Xie family!"
Fang Jun's heart moved, Jiangnan Xie family?
Isn't he the leader of the Jiangnan gentry who is as famous as the Xiao family?
The middle-aged scribe pulled the young man in brocade clothes, looked at Fang Jun with a slight frown, and said coldly: "It's just a squabble between teenagers. However, you are so sharp-tongued that you keep insulting my ancestors. How can it be justified?"
Fang Jun snorted and said: "Is it possible that you are deaf and can't hear that the dog insulted someone's ancestor first? Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. You have to be lucky that someone just reciprocated with words. If someone didn't Only when you are willing to speak will you regret what your dog has said!"
Are you kidding me? You can scold me, but I can't scold you?
Have you been a local emperor in Jiangnan for too long, and you are so stupid? To dare to be so domineering in Chang'an shows how arrogant and arrogant the Xie family is in Jiangnan!
Since he was insulted to his ancestors, he planned to not give up until he forced that kid to kneel down and apologize, and he would not stop today!
We have to let this family know that this is Chang'an, not Jiangnan!
The middle-aged scribe originally wanted to suppress the matter. After all, it was his own fault first. Moreover, this is Chang'an City, where dragons and tigers are hidden, so there is no harm in keeping a low profile. But seeing Fang Jun refusing to give up, he felt faintly angry.
He snorted and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a voice.
"Oh, Erlang is so laid-back and relaxed."
While he was talking, a handsome young man walked quickly from outside the meditation hall, with a smile on his face and an elegant temperament.
Fang Jun glanced at this man and said calmly: "Fang is really ignorant. Only today did he know how powerful and domineering the Xie family is. This is still in Chang'an. Do you still think that your Xie family is the king and hegemon in Jiangnan, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away?"
This person is Xie Wenju, the supervisory censor.
Hearing this, everyone in the Xie family changed their expressions.
Fang Jun's words are really heartbreaking!
What does it mean that the sky is high and the emperor is far away? What does it mean to be the king?
What kind of criticism will it cause if this word spreads?
Xie Wenju didn't know why Fang Jun appeared here, nor did he know why he had conflicts with the elders from Jiangnan, but he knew that Fang Jun couldn't be provoked...
He immediately clasped his fists and said, "This is my uncle. Although I am unhappy for some unknown reason, I still ask Erlang to give me some thin noodles. I will serve you some wine to say thank you someday. How about that?"
Everyone in the Xie family was even more astonished. Looking at Xie Wenju, who looked solemn, and then looking at the dark-faced boy in front of them, could it be that which prince this is?
Although the Xie family is only a noble family in Jiangnan and their influence in Chang'an is very weak, after all, their reputation is here. Even His Majesty the Emperor has to estimate the influence of the Xie family in Jiangnan! What's more, Xie Wenju is the most outstanding figure of the younger generation of the Xie family. At a young age, he is already a censor among the elites, and his future is limitless.
But facing this black boy, why are you so humble and even a little afraid?
Xie Wenju complained secretly. He didn't know what his family thought, otherwise they would definitely talk about Fang Erlang's temper.
He would rather offend a prince than this second-in-law!
The prince is always reasonable, but this one is a stick...
