Chapter 1320 A profound Taoist

Style: Historical Author: Scholar Who Walks the NightWords: 1274Update Time: 24/01/11 17:26:53
Before arriving at the statue of the demon god, the old Taoist Chen Shi lit an incense stick and muttered something. After placing the incense, he led Zhao Wujiang and Lin Yu through the back door of the temple.

About four feet away from the back door, there is a Taoist temple, which is a bit smaller than the demon temple. It looks shabby and deserted.

There was no one around. Chen Shi pushed open the door of the Taoist temple and asked with a smile:

"Your Highness is here to supervise the disaster relief work."

Zhao Wujiang nodded and followed into the Taoist temple.

There are many furnishings in the temple. In addition to incense burners, tables, long flags, prayers, cloths, etc., there are also some farm tools, some grains and fruits packed in bamboo baskets, and even some knives, guns, clubs, axes, axes, hooks and forks piled messily on the ground.

This is not a Taoist temple, it seems more like a place where debris is piled up.

This is two extremes from the scene Zhao Wujiang saw in the Wuwei Temple of the Imperial Master in Kyoto.

The furnishings in Wuwei Temple are extremely simple, and there is quite a sense of return to nature in the simplicity, just like a Taoist who only focuses on cultivating and ignores worldly matters.

And here, it's like a slightly wealthy villager's home in an ordinary village, rich and messy.

"All arrangements for disaster relief have been made." Chen Shi picked up a blue-flowered white porcelain teapot on the desk, poured a sip of tea into the large white bowl on the side, then shook the tea bowl and poured the tea on the ground casually.

This probably counts as washing dishes.

The old Taoist Chen Shi poured another large bowl of tea on the washed bowl, picked it up and handed it to Zhao Wujiang:

"Your Highness, please have some tea."

Zhao Wujiang took the tea bowl and took a sip of tea.

This tea is cold, and it will really cool your heart in the middle of winter.

"The county guards have distributed heating items and spiritual stones to every household. The people of Wutong Prefecture have no worries about their lives for the time being and can live a stable life." The old Taoist Chen Shi brought a wooden chair and wiped it with his sleeve robe. He wiped the wooden chair and motioned for Zhao Wujiang to sit down.

He smiled and said:

"It is said that this heating thing was developed by His Highness?"

Zhao Wujiang sat on the wooden chair and shook his head:

"It's just some ideas. Strictly speaking, the people who developed this thing are some craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry."

"Your Highness is a great talent." The old Taoist Chen Shi's smile became gentler and more kind, which was completely different from the initial flattery in front of everyone.

He lamented:

"Pindao has always heard some idle remarks about His Highness in the past. Now that I have seen His Highness with my own eyes, I realize that they are all rumors.

His Highness is very different from what was rumored.

He is gentle, calm and measured, and most importantly, he cares about the people, can think of solutions, and strives to serve the people wholeheartedly based on reason in the court.

Now, in order to ensure the implementation of the disaster relief work, he actually chose to leave the safe place of Kyoto and visit Wutong Prefecture privately incognito. It is respectable and lamentable. "

"Hmph." Lin Yu's face was full of glory when he heard it, as if the old Taoist was praising him. He said proudly:

"His Highness will not only visit Wutong Prefecture, but also the five most severely affected states. His Highness has said that he will inspect them one by one."

"If Lord Demon God were still alive, he would definitely feel extremely happy for a junior like His Highness." The old Taoist Chen Shi looked at Zhao Wujiang with a smile on his face.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and narrowed slightly. He didn't like Chen Shi's gaze now. It seemed to have a different kind of sharpness, as if he could see through people's souls.

He said calmly:

"Chen Zhoumu, I am going to visit various cities. Please provide me with a formality to facilitate my actions."

"Actually, His Highness Prince Yin can rest assured." Chen Shi took out a piece of earth-yellow talisman paper. On the talisman paper was a strange pattern, like a child's graffiti.

He handed over the talisman:

"Pindao has jurisdiction over Wutong Prefecture, with 23 counties, 1,107 cities, 9,853 townships, tens of thousands of villages, and nearly 10 million households. If there is even one household that has not received disaster relief or warmth, ...

The poor Taoist would have no shame to meet the Taoist ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty after becoming immortal. "

"In Wutong State, there can be supreme beings who cause chaos, but villains can never cause chaos." Chen Shi's tone was gentle, but there was an undoubted domineering tone:

"Supreme, a poor man can't stop you, a villain..."