Youshi.
It's time for dinner.
The sky glows like fire, and the sun sets in the west.
Yellow and old.
And in the east, a faint hanging moon rises echoing in the distance.
Although Mr. Fu Yin specially held the banquet at the dinner point, the sun was setting at this time, and the sun was gone above the head, but the night wind blowing in the face was still sultry.
Fucheng.
Government office.
This time the banquet was held in the inner hall of the government office.
Local government offices are generally divided into three areas. The front is the public hall where official affairs are handled. The allusion to Bo Gongtang comes from here.
In the middle of the court hall is the area where staff or some small officials handle official business, such as the document library, study room, etc. are all here.
Finally there is the inner hall.
This inner hall only houses the governor and his family, which is similar to a government compound.
Of course, Kangding State does not restrict you to living in the yamen. You can also build a mansion at your own expense.
In the inner courtyard at this time.
The lanterns are hung, and people are constantly flowing in to light candles for the lanterns. Although the sun has not completely set yet, the lighting of these lanterns still makes the sightline in the yard wider and brighter, adding to the popularity.
In the courtyard at this time, there were two rows of desks, each desk filled with sweet and sour fruits that could quench thirst and cool down the heat. If one person had one desk per person, there were a total of twenty or thirty desks in the venue.
In the upper position, there are two desks. Needless to say, one of the desks must belong to Mr. Fu Yin.
Looking at the entire Wuzhou Prefecture, the only person who can stand on an equal footing with Fu Yin is the Duwei General who holds military talismans and can mobilize the military power of Wuzhou Prefecture.
Because Jin An and the old Taoist priest arrived too early, they randomly picked a small corner closest to the wall and sat down quietly, and then they ate the iced fruit on the desk without saying anything.
The sword-sharpener was a gangster, and Jin An would certainly not plunge the sword-sharpener into the den of dragons and tigers like the Yamen.
Both are very low-key.
Happy to be quiet.
I was busy eating iced fruit to relieve the heat.
The weather is getting worse and worse. It's so hot. Even if he just sits like this for a while, the old Taoist priest feels like he's on pins and needles moving around.
"What's wrong with you, Old Dao?"
"Little brother, don't you think the weather is so sultry that even your butt pads are wet when you sit on them?"
Jin An, who was eating peaches, had several black lines hanging from his forehead.
"I don't know if it's my misunderstanding. How do I feel that the big peach and the bright red apple we eat in our hands taste the same as the ones you treated us to in the Taoist temple?" The old Taoist priest was suspicious.
Look at Jin An.
"Little brother, are you picking the fruit of Mr. Fu Yin?"
Jin An immediately argued righteously: "Master Fu Yin is a good official for the people. He knows everything clearly and does not hesitate to examine suspicious cases for us late at night and release us without charge overnight. Am I the kind of person who wants to covet his fruits?"
"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps? Other wealthy and unkind merchants and wealthy families can't afford these things?"
The old Taoist priest thought it made sense, but he still looked at Jin An with some suspicion. After all, Jin An had a criminal record and dared to steal the pears from Magistrate Zhang's house when he was in Chang County.
At this time, more and more people came to the venue, and almost half of the seats were filled. These people were all prominent figures in the city.
Either the temple owner of the Great Dao Temple or the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple can be said to have a high reputation among the people and a strong reputation. These people all know each other, but they also dislike each other's Taoism and Buddhism.
Basically, Taoist priests cluster with Taoist priests, and monks cluster with monks. The left and right sides are clearly differentiated.
However, in terms of the number of people, the Buddhist sect in Fucheng is more powerful, with half the number of people.
And some of these people are loners with withdrawn personalities.
Jin An guessed that these people should be people like Mr. Yin Yang, a folk goddess who was recommended by local officials.
But these people are still a minority.
These are solitary people who are used to doing things alone. The monks and Taoists in the city look down on these witches and wizards who cheat money from the countryside, and the witches and yin-yang gentlemen in the countryside also look down on these pretentious patrons who are just seeking fame and fame.
or abbot.
This is like a kind of class antagonism.
Jin An seemed to be chatting with the old Taoist priest, but in fact he had been quietly paying attention to these people, and his eyes were thoughtful. Are there any associates of the antique dealers among these people?
Jin An didn't believe that those antique dealers went to such great lengths to deliberately go around and voluntarily give up the little Hanba they had worked so hard to rob tombs to the governor, just to do good deeds without leaving their name.
There must be an antique dealer accomplice among these people.
In the Buddhist door opposite, the top position has always been empty, and the abbot of Bailong Temple was not seen among the people present. It is probably because they came too early and the abbot of Bailong Temple has not arrived yet.
Say the abbot.
The abbot will be here soon.
As the sound of the Zen staff falling to the ground approached, the abbot of Bailong Temple and two old monks from the temple came into view of everyone present.
When the abbot of Bailong Temple appeared, the people who were whispering there, whether they were Taoist priests, monks from other temples, or those solitary goddesses, Mr. Yin Yang, all looked at him with solemnity.
It can be seen that Bailong Temple, an ancient temple that has experienced hundreds of years of ups and downs, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Especially that day, the scene where the Buddha statue appeared in full view of the golden light on the top of Bailong Temple was seen by many people at that time.
If Bailong Temple had not suddenly closed indefinitely since then, I am afraid that the current threshold of Bailong Temple would have been trampled to pieces by the common people.
At this time, even the patrons of several Taoist temples present put down their hostility and nodded to the abbot of Bailong Temple, which was regarded as a friendly greeting.
As soon as the abbot of Bailong Temple arrived, he put his hands together and apologized: "Amitabha, it's not too late for the poor monk to come, right?"
"Because the temple has been busy with secular affairs recently, I came late. I hope that the donors here will forgive me."
The monks from other temples present responded enthusiastically and said it's not too late, not too late. Then they curiously asked why Bailong Temple suddenly closed recently?
Ask the abbot whether the recent worldly affairs mentioned by the abbot are related to the sudden closure of Bailong Temple.
The abbot of Bailong Temple answered with a smile one by one. It seemed that his answers were perfect and he didn't get any information. At this time, the abbot of Bailong Temple looked around the courtyard and noticed Jin An and the old Taoist priest who were deliberately sitting in the corner.
.
"Abbott."
"Abbott."
Jin An and the old Taoist priest clasped fists and greeted each other, finally meeting an acquaintance.
The abbot of Bailong Temple came over with a smile and said hello: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Fellow Taoist Jin'an, how are you doing, Fellow Taoist Chen? The poor monk saw that the faces of the two Taoist priests were glowing red and they were as strong as cattle. It seems that the poor monk is overly worried. Amitabha."
Jin An relaxed and chatted with the abbot of Bailong Temple: "Thank you, abbot, for your concern. Are the secular affairs in the temple going well?"
The abbot of Bailong Temple smiled and replied: "Everything went well."
Jin An: "That's good, that's good."
At this time, the people around noticed Jin An and the old Taoist priest who were deliberately sitting in a small corner in a low profile. They were surprised. These two people were the two Taoist priests from the Five Zang Taoist Temple?
Can they alert the two Taoist priests who were originally incompatible with each other in the city to join forces and even alert the abbot of Bailong Temple?
I didn't expect one of them to be so young.
That young Taoist priest who is in his twenties and looks young, should be the one who can single-handedly kill the evil cultivators of the Jiang family, right?
At this time, some of the people present were surprised, some were moved, some were thoughtful, and some were indifferent and dismissive.
Literary men look down upon each other.
This phenomenon occurs no matter where it is.
"A young boy with a bad smell of milk, I think he is probably spreading lies." There is always a part of me that everyone is so drunk that I hold off alone to show my difference, but this person only dared to whisper in a low voice,
I dare not say it in front of the abbot of Bailong Temple.
At this time, the abbot of Bailong Temple introduced the two old monks who came with him to Jin An and the old Taoist priests.
"The poor monk introduced the other two Buddhist monks in our temple to the two Taoist priests. This one is Kong Ming, the head of the Luohan Hall of Bailong Temple. He is responsible for teaching disciples how to practice."
To be continued...