Chen Ping'an planned to ask the old monk Liu Kai for some landscape reports, both from his own continent and from other continents. The more the better.
On the way to the alley, a young Honglu Temple official came. He took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an. His official rank was not high. He had just risen to Qingliu from the ninth rank, but he was temporarily in charge of the administrative department of the capital and the temple.
Official, he is a Taoist who cultivates in Guanhai Realm. He respectfully handed over a wooden official badge to Chen Ping'an. Speaking in Dali Mandarin, with a slight accent of the Xunzhou area, he said that the order was personally given by the temple minister.
I was given the responsibility to communicate with Mr. Chen, greet him when I need something, and be on call. In addition to the official wooden sign, I was also given a simple sword box with the word "天" engraved on it. It was small and exquisite, no more than the size of a palm. The young official himself
There is a box with the word "地" hidden in it, which is convenient for both parties to send messages with their flying swords.
The young man's name is Xun Qu, and he is a Fengshen Xiuyi. He was born as a Jinshi in the second grade of Xinke.
Nanxunfang, located on the right side of Qianbu Corridor, has many government offices, one of which is Honglu Temple. It is a neighbor to the government office of the Ministry of Industry where Guan Yiran is located.
Chen Ping'an looked at the wooden official plaque. On the front was Honglu Temple, the preface. On the reverse was the court official hanging the plaque. Anyone without the plaque would be guilty according to the law, and the borrower would be guilty of the same crime as the borrower. It was not used when leaving the capital.
When I looked at the handwriting, I saw that it was the handwriting of the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui. In fact, the stone inscriptions used in all government offices in the country were also written by the head of the Zhao family.
At first, Chen Ping'an was still wondering why the Dali imperial court would send a minor official from Honglu Temple to temporarily take charge of temple repairs in the capital to follow him. Regardless of the young man's yamen, official rank, or monk status, it was actually inappropriate.
When I heard the young man's name, I understood the hidden thoughts of the Dali court. Xunqu was from the local Han tribe of the Dali vassal. The key was that he was a close friend of his student Cao Qinglang. Cao Qinglang came to
When he was attending the imperial examination in Beijing, he and Xun Qu stayed together in a temple in the capital. They were two poor men, enjoying themselves in hardship and studying in their spare time. They often visited bookstores and markets with many antiques and antiques, but they just didn't want to buy anything.
Over at Luopo Mountain, Cao Qinglang only mentioned Xunqu among all his colleagues in the imperial examination year and officialdom, so Chen Ping'an remembered the name of this student in the same year as the officialdom.
With a smile on his face, Chen Ping'an returned the wooden official badge to Xun Qu and joked: "In a few days, when I have some free time, we will go to Xi Liulichang to buy books and seals. I'm sure
Honglu Temple has paid for it. When you have the rare rare book that you have long admired, and everyone is engraving it, just give me a look and buy them all, and I will give them to you later. Naturally, you will not be counting on your pretending to be self-serving and enriching your own pockets."
Xun Qu nodded lightly and understood. No wonder Cao Qinglang was so ungrateful, flexible and confident in everything. He originally learned this from his husband.
But this Mr. Chen is indeed much more approachable than I imagined.
Chen Ping'an put the small sword box into his sleeve and said: "Class Xunxu, I really need your help with something. Send some reports from the mountain mansion to the house. The more the better."
Xun Qu left immediately, saying that he would be busy and Mr. Chen would have to wait for about an hour.
Chen Pingan nodded and went to the alley. He told Liu Gao first not to stop the young man named Xun Qu from Honglu Temple. The old monk naturally had no objection. He was just a sea-viewing monk, so there was no sense of accomplishment in stopping him.
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Chen Ping'an arrived at his senior brother's house and left the door open. He picked a few books to read in Renyun Yiyun Building and waited patiently for the young man to deliver the newspaper.
After an hour and a stick of incense, a carriage stopped near the alley. Xun Qu got off the carriage, walked into the alley, and called Mr. Chen softly at the door. The young man held the
Holding a paper bag, Chen Pingan came to the door without inviting the young official into the house. Xun Qu glanced at the courtyard door, bowed respectfully and left. Chen Pingan returned to the library and sat on a huanghuali armchair produced in Danzhou.
, opened the bag, and found that in addition to more than a dozen landscape newspapers from different sects in the world, there were also court newspapers from the six yamen of the Great Li court.
Yichi Lane and Chier Street are not far from Nanxunfang, where there are many government offices, and Kejia Lane is not far away. Xunqu can come and go in about half an hour, which means that these twenty-odd residence seals are
It was collected in less than half an hour. Except for the Shanshui Di newspaper under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, it was easy to collect. In addition, Honglu Temple had to visit seven or eight heavily guarded government offices. As for the initiative to send the imperial palace newspaper
, was it the suggestion of Xun Qu himself or the intention of the minister of Honglu Temple? Chen Pingan guessed that the former was more likely. After all, the word "non-responsibility" is one of the first-class knowledge of Gongmen practice.
When Chen Ping'an was flipping through the newspaper of the Shanhai Sect, he frowned. He didn't understand where he had offended this large sect of the Middle-earth Divine Continent. It must be said that he was thrown there by the Li Sheng last time and was mistaken for a good person.
A disciple who broke into the sect's ban, and then was vindicated? It's not like that, the founder of the sect, Nalan Xianxiu, a woman who likes to smoke dry cigarettes, seems to be easy to talk to, but in the end, the Dibao who first leaked her name was
The Shanhaizong was probably implicated by A Liang? Or was it because his senior brother Cui Chan broke the heart of a Shanhaizong fairy in his early years? Along with his junior brother, he was also disliked?
Suddenly a gust of breeze blew by, and when I came to the library, twelve jars of Baihua Brew instantly fell on the desk, and Aunt Feng's voice rang out in the breeze, "I made a bet with Literary Saint. I am willing to admit defeat and give it to you."
Send me twelve jars of Baihua Brewing."
Chen Pingan asked: "Has my husband left the Fire Temple?"
Aunt Feng replied: "Let's go. I helped send Wen Sheng on a journey through mountains and rivers to the west coast of Aquarius Island."
Chen Ping'an thanked her and said with a smile: "If Aunt Feng feels sorry for the wine, just bring back Baihua Brewing and treat it as a thank you gift from this junior."
Aunt Feng said: "No need, I still have hundreds of jars of Baihua Brewing. I don't need these twelve jars."
Chen Pingan remembered, Bai Lai Tan.
With more thoughts, Chen Ping'an put it on the official residence newspapers, leaned on the table, took out the pot of Baihua Brew that had been opened in the Fire Temple, and a plate of salted soybeans, and read them with gusto.
A Wailang named Li Chui, a member of the Ministry of Industry of the Capital, was proficient in hydraulic engineering and drew a map of the Dadu River. However, the project was huge and involved the diversion of several rivers tributary to Dadu, and the imperial court still needed to send people to conduct on-site inspections.
An official pointed out that the big trees in Yuzhang County, Hongzhou, are now in great demand by the nobles in the capital, so that those who steal the giant trees cannot be stopped, and there are often armed fights between officials and thieves. The boundaries of Yunzhou, which belongs to the vassal Huangting Kingdom, are found.
A fifty-mile-long stream has not yet been named. The water quality is as good as a sweet spring. After inspection by Kanyu, a local official from Qintianjian, it is very likely that it is the site of a dragon palace in the ancient Shu Kingdom. Wuzhou is located on the cocoon mountain, and the looms are going
By the end of the year, the number of sheets reached 1,200, and the annual output was 30,000. The imperial court could reconsider setting up a Zhiluo Courtyard here. An official named Wang Qinruo from the Ministry of Rites proposed a statistical summary of a country's genealogy, branch trees, and all
The main ancestral hall, branch ancestral halls and branch ancestral halls of prefectures, counties and ancestral halls. Someone from the Ministry of War proposed to abolish some post stations to reduce the number of subordinate officials and avoid redundant officials. They elaborated on the pros and cons of this move...
After flipping through the newspaper, Chen Pingan put it into his sleeves, sat on an armchair, closed his eyes and meditated, and with his mind focused on one thing, he began to tour the major natal Qi palaces in the small world.
When we arrived at the Water Mansion, there were two paintings of the "Rain Master" door gods with blurry faces posted on the door. They could be identified as a man and a woman. When the little people in green clothes saw Chen Pingan, they were all very happy and a little drunk.
Yes, it was because Chen Pingan had just drank a pot of Baihua Brew, and there was another sweet rain in the water house. Chen Pingan greeted them with a smile, and looked at the large painting on the wall of the water house.
There are more and more gods in the water-blaspheming pictures, and they are vivid. Each painted mural is like the true body of the god. Because the road is close to the water, he refined the watermark on the sea of ​​clouds in Old Dragon City, and later served as a
Fan Junmao, the female tiger king of Nanyue, personally helped protect the Tao, because during the refining process, Chen Pingan accidentally found an extremely rare water method "Tao", which was the text composed of these green-clothed boys. In fact,
It was an extremely superb Taoist formula that could be taught directly to his direct disciples. It was passed down from the Ancestral Hall of the Immortal Palace on the top of a mountain, so much so that Fan Junmao mistakenly thought that Chen Ping'an was the reincarnation of the Rain Master.
Chen Ping'an squatted beside the pond with his hands in his sleeves, smiled and said to several older boys in green: "We made an appointment at that time, and we will take you back to the Biyou Palace where the River Goddess is buried.
, don’t be surprised that it has been delayed for so long, next time Luo Luo Shanxia Sect chooses Tongyezhou as its location, I will take you home."
The boys in green were both happy and sad.
After entering the Dragon Gate realm in his early years, Chen Ping'an refined the two ancient swords traded by the demons outside the world into the two dragons in the "Longqiu" pond, and the water transport that was first condensed and manifested by the water elixir.
The dragon was turned into a water-carrying pearl by Chen Ping'an. Finally, in addition to the water seal of the water house and the Dadu water map, a dragon pond pattern with two dragons chasing the pearl was formed.
Chen Pingan took out two jars of Baihua Brewing from his sleeves and placed them next to the pond that was still ranked as "Longqiu" for the time being. He opened the red paper and mud seal and saw two dragons, one black and one white, sticking their heads out of the water.
The dragons began to drink in the water, but they seemed to dare not look at the owner Chen Ping'an.
After leaving Shuifu, Chen Ping'an went to the mountain temple, sprinkled the thousands-year-old soil used to seal wine in Baihua Blessed Land at the foot of the mountain, and gently tamped it with his hands.
Mountains and rivers depend on each other, water accumulates to form abyss and dragons are born, soil accumulates to form mountains and wind and rain rise. This is why the direct descendants of the ancestor hall with the prefix Zong and the immortal masters of the genealogy will try their best to collect the 11 natal objects of the five elements and the earthly branches.
This is especially true for Qigong practitioners. For these proud men who never worry about immortal money and heavenly materials and earthly treasures on their way to practice, the most important thing is a mountain treasure with the rank of a semi-immortal soldier. Just think about it.
The Fu family in Longcheng was one of the richest in the early years, and they had a good way of making money. After thousands of years of hard work and accumulation, they only had three and a half immortal weapons.
Chen Pingan planned to say hello to Ning Yao over at the inn, saying that he would stay at the house to practice today. He walked around the desk, came to the door, and tentatively shouted: "Ning Yao, can you hear me?"
There was no response from Ning Yao's heart.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to run to the inn, but as soon as he reached the door of the house, he heard Ning Yao ask: "Is something wrong?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I'll stay here for now. Let's go see Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing's ring together tomorrow morning?"
Ning Yao said there was no problem. Chen Pingan suddenly remembered that if he didn't stay here, he could just go to the inn and stay. A little worried, he simply walked to the alley, went to the white jade dojo, and found the pair of masters.
The disciples chatted for a while. The young man Zhao Duanming had just finished a big week and was practicing those eye-catching fist and kick moves. The old monk was sitting on the futon. Chen Pingan was squatting aside and asked the young man for a handful of spiced peanuts. Liu Gao asked
: "How did you get involved with Honglu Temple?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have a student named Cao Qinglang, have you heard of it?"
Liu Gao thought for a while, "The second in the new subject?"
Chen Ping'an hummed, "Cao Qinglang and the Xunxu class of Honglu Temple were in the same year as the examination hall. When we went to Beijing to participate in the Spring Examination together, we got to know each other and have a good relationship."
Liu Gao asked in confusion: "Why is that student of yours only the second best and not the top scholar?"
Chen Pingan was too lazy to talk nonsense. He just squinted at the old monk and dropped the peanut shell on the ground.
Zhao Duanming shouted while punching: "Master, you don't know, I heard my grandfather said that Cao Qinglang and Yang Shuang were full of talents and flourished in the imperial examination, not to mention Cao Qinglang and Yang Shuang.
The second place, the top three, are the top few Maolin Lang among the top two Jinshi. In the past, it would have been easy to get the top prize."
Liu Gao said casually: "There is a Spring Festival in the capital every three years, and there is nothing unusual about getting first or third place every time. Let me see, since I haven't won the top prize, I might as well get the top prize in the exam, and still be able to compete with that one."
The youngest Jinshi, the two rode horses together in Beijing and stole the show. If I remember correctly, Yang Shuang was eighteen years old at the time, and the other little guy was only fifteen at the time? How old was your student Cao Qinglang at that time?
?Isn’t it a crown jewel?”
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "Is Master Liu honored this year?"
Liu Kao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "If I had taken part in the imperial examination when I was young, I would have been the one to ride a horse to see the best."
To be continued...