After dealing with Xi Yue, Fang Jian came to Taixuan Capital Province. Because of the Peach Blossom Convention, all the first-grade and above immortal officials in Taixuan Capital Province were invited to attend the Peach Blossom Convention.
However, whether it is Wenlin or Wulin, there is always one person who is temporarily in charge of the affairs of Taixuan Province.
And what Wenlin of Taixuandu Province left behind this time was Dongfang Shuo, the magistrate of Taixuandu Province. Fang Jian came to Taixuandu Province this time to find him.
"Your Majesty, Master Hongqing is here." In the Taixuan Du Provincial Office, Dongfang Shuo was lying on an ivy rocking chair eating grapes, when a boy came to report.
Dongfang Shuo blinked, then sat up from the rocking chair, "Master Hongqing?"
"Please come quickly." Dongfang Shuo said, and then said to the boy standing beside him: "Get ready to sit down and prepare tea."
"Yes." The children bowed and sang in response.
After a while, Fang Jian was led into the hall by the boy, "Exit the official Jian and pay homage to the judge." Fang Jian bowed to Dongfang Shuo.
Dongfang Shuo laughed, pointed to the wicker chair beside him and said, "Master Hongqing, you don't have to be polite, please sit down."
"Thank you for the order." Fang Jian came to the wicker chair and sat down.
Dongfang Shuo also stood up from the rocking chair, sat on the sandalwood chair to the right of Fang Jian, and then raised the basket filled with purple round grapes that exuded a hint of cold aura to the small table between the two of them, " Come, eat grapes, this is Guanghan
The grapes grown by the fairies Gong Chang'e are ice-cold and sweet when eaten. They taste really good. "
Fang Jian smiled, then raised his hand and said, "I don't like eating grapes. Spitting the skins is too troublesome."
Dongfang Shuo was speechless for a while, "I'm afraid of spitting out the skin when eating grapes, so what can I do? What do you like to eat?"
Fang Jian asked: "Is there any watermelon?"
"Yes." Dongfang Shuo said: "The watermelons on Sanxian Island are the dojos of the three empresses, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao and Bixiao. These watermelons are also grown by the disciples of the three empresses."
Fang Jian looked surprised and said, "There seems to be everything here?"
Dongfang Shuo looked proud, "Of course, if you came earlier, I even have flat peaches here."
"Given it by the Queen Mother of the West?" Fang Jian asked.
Dongfang Shuo shook his head and said, "No, I stole it from Yaochi."
"..." Fang Jian looked at Dongfang Shuo in shock, and then asked quietly: "How did you steal it?"
Dongfang Shuo said: "Just like that, I walked into Yaochi and went to the peach garden. When I saw which tree had the best peaches, I picked a few and ran away."
Fang Jian's eyes widened, "No one cares about you? That's the Queen Mother of the West's dojo. Where are the fairies who look after the peach trees?"
Dongfang Shuo chuckled and said, "The Golden Girl of Yaochi is my biological sister."
"Ah!" Fang Jian suddenly realized and understood immediately, "So that's what it is..."
After saying that, Fang Jian began to think deeply. Dongfang Shuo looked at the meditative Fang Jian and couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Master Hongqing, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh..." Fang Jian raised his head and said, "I was wondering whether stealing the Queen Mother's flat peach would violate heaven's laws."
Dongfang Shuo glared and said, "Have you been thinking about this all day long?"
"Yes, otherwise what's the point of 'immortality'?" Fang Jian said, blinking.
"No violation of heaven's rules." Dongfang Shuo said.
Fang Jian had a question on his face, "Judgment, what did you say?"
Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian and said word by word: "I say, stealing flat peaches is not against the law."
Fang Jian sighed and said, "That's a pity. Your sister Yaochi Jinnu and I still have a little holiday."
Dongfang Shuo suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. He looked at Fang Jian warily and said, "My sister is still young, so please don't persecute her."
"...Can the justice god's execution of heaven's laws be called persecution?" Fang Jian said displeasedly: "You said she is young? How old is she when she became an immortal?"
Dongfang Shuo counted it with his fingers and said, "It must have been more than a hundred thousand years."
When Fang Jian heard this, he was stunned and said: "More than a hundred thousand years? Is this still young? If she has descendants in the world, it will be enough for Zhu Di to hold a hundred gatherings of the ten clans, right?"
Dongfang Shuo's face darkened, his eyes widened, he looked at Fang Jian and said angrily: "She has no descendants, she is still a eldest daughter."
"Oh." Fang Jian nodded, and then said: "The decree, whether your sister is a eldest daughter or not has nothing to do with me. In fact, I came to you because I want to ask you something. Can you make the decision?"
Dongfang Shuo asked while eating grapes: "What's the matter?"
Fang Jian told Dongfang Shuo his purpose of coming in detail. Dongfang Shuo couldn't believe it after hearing this, "You want to carry out a big purge in the underworld?"
"No, it's a large-scale inspection." Fang Jian corrected.
Dongfang Shuo said: "Is there any difference? Whether it is a large-scale inspection or a large-scale purge, you will have to turn the underworld upside down."
"Do you know how many people in the Three Realms will die in one day? These people will all go to the underworld to be judged for reincarnation. If they are delayed for one day, the entire underworld will be in chaos." Dongfang Shuo said.
Fang Jian nodded and said: "I know this, so I want to ask the decree if there is a way to temporarily suspend the underworld for three months. Three months is enough."
Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian in disbelief and said, "Three months? You think too well, you can't do it in three days."
"That means you can't make the decision anymore?" Fang Jian asked.
"..." Dongfang Shuo hesitated, then sat on the sandalwood chair and said to Fang Jian seriously: "I really can't make the decision on this matter. You should wait until the chief envoy comes back."
Fang Jian sighed and said, "That's all we have to do." After saying that, he punched the table and said in a deep voice, "I just want to let those silverfish be free for a few more days."
Dongfang Shuo: "..."
...
After rectifying the affairs of the underworld for the time being, Fang Jian left heaven and returned to the human world to continue his inspection tour.
The third prince had been going crazy outside for more than ten days. He was having fun, was crazy enough, and was tired. When he returned to Fang Jian, the whole horse seemed extremely lazy, but that was okay, Fang Jian just happened to be riding it leisurely. The earth travels around the world.
When Fang Jian passed by Yanzhou Mansion again, he saw a group of people huddled together in front of them and looked at the city wall. The shouts and shouts were mixed together, making it very lively.
Fang Jian rode his horse and looked towards the city wall from a distance, only to see a disheveled and unkempt man wearing brand new silk brocade clothes standing crazily on the city tower and throwing handfuls of copper coins down from the city tower from time to time. ,
The people below the city tower rushed forward to grab the copper coins.
Fang Jian's eyes flashed with fairy light, and he finally saw clearly that the crazy man on the tower of Yanzhou Fucheng was Yan Daoqing.
An old man passed by with a pole on his shoulders. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Fang Jian quickly asked the old man: "Old man, what's going on?"
The old man glanced at Fang Jian, and then said, "The eldest son of the Yan family is crazy. He spends money on the city tower every day. The master comes from out of town?"
Fang Jian nodded and said, "Come from Suxi County."
老者点点头，说道：“整个兖州府谁不知道严家大公子最爱他的妻子，为了他的妻子连自己的老爹都敢揍，唉...可惜了啊，数日前这位夫人突然Death suddenly, the eldest son of the Yan family
Crazy. Apart from coming here to spread money every day, as soon as the sun goes down, he sits at the city gate and looks at the sky. He refuses to let the defenders close the city gate, saying that his wife will come back... Sigh..."
Having said this, the old man shook his head again and walked away directly.
After the old man left, Fang Jian stopped outside the city and watched until the sun set. When all the people entered the city, Yan Daoqing stumbled and ran out of the city gate corridor crazily, and then leaned against the city wall. sit down,
He stared blankly in the direction of the setting sun. At this time, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, as if he was waiting for someone to come back.
At this moment, Yan Daoqing is like a rootless tree, without direction, nature, or roots. He is lonely, desolate, and soulless.
Fang Jian also noticed that at the moment Yan Daoqing was sitting outside the city gate, a figure in armor appeared on the city tower. He had a slightly older face, a sword hanging from his waist, and a group of pro-army soldiers behind him.
Judging from the face, this man looks very similar to Yan Daoqing. You don't need to count Fang Jian to know that this old man is Yan Xiumin.
Yan Xiumin is the military commander of Yanzhou Prefecture. One of his responsibilities is to guard Yanzhou Prefecture. When the time comes to close the city gate, it is a decree of the Tang Dynasty. Yan Daoqing's behavior naturally leads to difficulties in the implementation of this decree.
Therefore, at this time every day, Yan Xiumin would stand on the city tower in military uniform, personally guarding the safety of Yanzhou City... and at the same time accompany his son.
Fang Jian watched for a moment and was about to rush forward to see Yan Daoqing's situation. However, at this moment, a quiet and ethereal song sounded in the wilderness outside the city:
The tree has no roots, but the flowers are in full bloom. Who is willing to give up if he is greedy for glory?
Floating things happen, a boat in the sea of suffering, drifting back and forth without freedom.
It is boundless and has no shore, so it is difficult to moor. It often swims in dangerous places with fish and dragons.
If you are willing to look back, you are on the shore. Don't wait for the storm to damage the boat.
Listening to the song "Tree Without Roots", Fang Jian smiled knowingly. He knew without even thinking that another lunatic had come out of isolation.
Fang Jian no longer lingered, and even gave up the idea of checking Yan Daoqing's situation. Instead, he turned his horse's head. With a light scolding, the third prince carried Fang Jian and headed south along the official road.
And in the quiet night, the loud and ethereal singing still sounded clearly:
...A rootless tree with lots of flowers blooming everywhere, separated by the river of love.
It’s difficult to climb and break, so what can I do? I walk through the dragon and tiger’s nest.
The yellow flowers collected go back to the cave, and the inscription of Zi Mansion will never be worn out.
Smile, Baiyun, prepare to go up the ladder to Daluo.
Yan Xiumin, who was standing on the city tower, couldn't help but stare when he heard the quiet and ethereal singing, and then said to a soldier behind him: "Prepare torches to leave the city. This song is extraordinary, and there must be an expert here."
"Yes." The soldiers sang and took the order.
Yan Daoqing, who was sitting against the wall at the foot of the city, turned his neck stiffly, tears flashing in his eyes. He stared blankly at the dark wilderness in front of him, muttering in his mouth: "Floating things, a boat in the sea of suffering, wandering on the sea of suffering." You are not free to go and float..."
"Things come out of nowhere, a boat on the sea of suffering..."
