"Cough cough cough."
Liang Qu choked on his tea and couldn't help coughing. He took two deep breaths to recover.
He looked at the old monk with disbelief.
Zhenxiang?
A Zhenxiang who can control a state and a government and go out and worship him as a general?
So fierce?
The old monk smiled and said, "How about it? Do you want to become my teacher?"
"No, no, master, drink tea, drink tea."
Liang Qu laughed, but still refused, leaning on the back of the chair and changing into a more comfortable conversation posture.
He finally figured it out. The old monk was easy to talk to, but he looked scary, but he really had no intention of becoming a monk.
"Haha, I really have never misjudged anyone. The benefactor has a gentle nature and is not swayed by external forces."
The old monk praised him.
Liang Qu scratched his eyebrows: "Master, you are so powerful. Why are you coming to a small county like ours? There are no big temples near Pingyang County to communicate with. The only one was ruined decades ago and is in ruins. "
The old monk didn't mean to hide it: "I came here to kill people."
Liang Qu's eyebrows jumped.
Putting aside the fact that it goes against common sense for a monk to kill someone, wouldn't the person who makes Zhenxiang come all the way to kill him also be Zhenxiang?
In a small county town, there are not only six hunting tigers, but also two perfect elephants?
Is a county so scary? Are powerful people gathering together to allow people to develop stably?
Seemingly sensing Liang Qu's strong desire for knowledge, the old monk said frankly.
"It's not as scary as you think, just a few evil monks from the Snowy Mountains.
I traveled to Yongzhou and witnessed them using people as animals, refining corpses into gold, and committing adultery, and I had sex with them.
The leader was really powerful, but he was killed. Only two of them escaped by chance. When they were chased to Qingzhou, only one person remained. Although I was injured and my Dantian was broken, he was no match.
Later, Ge Jianhong, the Taoist priest of Louguantai, told my fortune telling that the man had left Qingzhou and moved to the Huaiyin area, so I came here to look for him. "
Liang Qu scratched his head. Why did he have more questions the more he listened, and he couldn't understand it?
Dantian was broken?
The place where a warrior stores his energy and blood wouldn't be useless if it were broken open?
However, what warriors in this world practice is the "origin", and they use their own "origin" to influence the "origin" of the outside world. There may be another explanation for how powerful the "origin" is.
Daxueshan Liangqu does know, I just read it in a brochure, and my memory is very clear, the source of the Jianghuai River.
Few people enter and few leave.
It sounds like the old monk in front of me is a ruthless character who kills to protect others and kills karma instead of killing people.
Liang Qu wanted to say something else, but the old monk had already closed his mouth and meditated, and had no intention of talking anymore.
"So, Master, you have nowhere to go for the time being?" Liang Qu rubbed his hands, with a smile on his face, "It just so happens that my hut was built not long ago, and the east and west wings are empty. If Master doesn't mind, you can I will settle here and slowly look for people."
Although the old monk was Zhenxiang, Liang Qu had no intention of joining anyone else.
But no matter what, he is the most awesome person he has ever met, and it would be best if he could stay.
The old monk pondered for a while. He had come all the way, but he really had no place to stay, and he had made no progress in finding someone, so he might as well rest here.
"Can!"
So early the next morning, the craftsmen who came to do the work saw an old monk in the house.
He was dressed in a hundred-year-old robe that had been washed white, and he was frighteningly thin. He was different from the fat and white monks he had seen in daily life.
When saying hello, the skin sticks to the face and moves with the bones, which is weird.
Liang Qu went to the kitchen and shouted: "Aunt Zhang, remember to make an extra serving of vegetarian food when you cook in the future! Send it to the master in the west wing. Make more. It will be bigger than mine."
A Zhenxiang warrior must eat much more than a small warrior like Liang Qu.
Aunt Zhang, who was cooking, responded. Seeing that there was no one around her, she pulled Liang Qu in again and started talking in a low voice in the kitchen.
"My boss, I shouldn't talk too much, but you are a nice person, and I can't just watch you violate your taboos."
Liang Qu didn't understand what he meant: "How do you say it?"
"This monk has a strong yang energy. You are the only male in the Liang family. If you can't suppress him, something will happen easily!"
Liang Qu laughed, thinking what was going on.
It's strange to say that Buddhist temples are prosperous and there are many temples in Jianghuai and other places. Many people believe in this thing, but if temples are built nearby, they will definitely refuse.
The biggest reason is the so-called "yang energy". They believe that having a monk temple nearby will make it less likely for the family to have a boy, or that boys will be prone to accidents.
But Liang Qu didn't believe this.
Even if it is true, with Ze Ding by his side, can this thing still reach Ze Ding?
Even if you don’t look at who is engraved on the tripod, even if Gautama Buddha comes, it won’t work.
After breakfast, Liang Qu refined the blood once in a quiet room, and then ran to the stable to lead him out of Chishan.
Today is the day for the new county magistrate to take the exam. In the afternoon, he has to go to the academy to take the new magistrate's assessment. He has to be present.
By the way, it was the first time for him to see a new county magistrate take office.
Liang Qu put Chishan in the martial arts stable and walked to the new Yamen.
The place has long been crowded with people watching the excitement, and there is a unique smell of lime floating on the newly painted walls of the county government office.
Liang Qu mingled among the crowd, wondering where the new county magistrate would come from, and followed everyone to watch the excitement.
As soon as the third quarter of the hour came, there was an uproar among the crowd.
"Come on, come on, the county master is here!"
"where?"
"East!"
"Oh, look over there! Do you see that carriage?"
When Liang Qu heard the sound, he saw a carriage coming quickly from the street. It was not the one he saw the first day. It was just an ordinary size and pulled a small sedan. It stopped at the yamen gate in a short time.
The curtains were rolled up, and the middle-aged man in regular clothes lifted up the hem and stepped out of the carriage.
What a good face!
Wearing a turquoise brocade robe trimmed with gold, his hair is all oily, and even the beard on his chin is swaying smoothly. He has a truly beautiful beard.
The steps he takes are standard square steps, generous and magnanimous, very different from those of rural farmers.
Just a few steps away, the onlookers had a good impression.
"County magistrate! That is the new county magistrate."
"What a handsome face!"
"Why is that hair so black? It looks like it's oiled."
When he thought of helping to build roads, he would be given food. Even if the land surveying was sloppy, the people would still think of him as a good official.
The ceremonial guards and officials were waiting for a long time.
Jian Zhongyi respectfully took the county magistrate's seal from the guard of honor.
There are also sacrifices and sweet wines on display. In front of the ceremonial gate, the gods of the priest's gate are bowed to in front of the ceremony gate. After the ceremony, they enter through the middle passage.
When he came out, he had already changed into court clothes.
All the deacons in the yamen, such as assistants, clerks, servants, etc., all stand in their positions according to their grades and shifts.
They followed Jian Zhongyi with great momentum and patrolled the entire Yamen.
"Did you see that you must study hard in the future and become a high official like County Magistrate Jian!"
"County Magistrate Jian is really very elegant. I have been to so many counties, but I have never seen such an elegant magistrate!"
Finished going around.
Jian Zhongyi was dressed in official uniform and kneeled to the north.
"I have been blessed by the Holy Spirit and am able to serve as the county magistrate. I dare not slack off even a little bit. I will definitely perform my duties diligently, manage the county affairs, benefit the people, and make the place prosperous in order to pay tribute to the Holy Land!"
"good!"
"We have blue sky in Pingyang County!"
"That's how it should be, that's how it should be!"
The people cheered and applauded continuously.
The officer gave a bang.
The first time he struck Qibang was because "it is difficult for the king and difficult for the minister".
The second time the five bangs are struck is for "benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust".
The third time the three bangs were struck was for the inscription "Qing Shen Qin" on the plaque in the main hall of the Yamen.
After the three bangs were struck, the drums were struck again.
One is beating the drum three times, which means "obeying the holy command".
The second is to beat the drum in all directions, which means "kowtow to thank the emperor for his kindness".
The whole process was really solemn and solemn.
No wonder so many people enjoy performing complex rituals.
Liang Qu touched his chin and thought.
After a whole set of procedures, the county magistrate will look powerful no matter how much he pulls his hips, especially someone like Jian Zhongyi who looks good.
Further down, Jian Zhongyi led the Yamen team to the Chenghuang Temple.
The crowd followed the magistrate vigorously.
Liang Qu was not very interested and did not follow him.
After worshiping the City God, Jian Zhongyi should go to the academy to take the exam.
There are many opportunities to meet.
