Chapter 473: The magic trick, the storm has already begun

Xunyang County.

Gaosheng Restaurant.

Several scholars were drinking and talking about poetry and articles.

After three rounds of wine, a scholar who looked a little thin and had a little blush on his face was roasted by the fire at the table and became hot. He became a little unrestrained.

He untied his thick cotton jacket and his voice was a little loud, "Brothers Nian, after I waited for my junior high school this spring exam, I will definitely not forget your friendship. At that time, I would probably also support you."

"That's right, that's right, Brother Wang is a talented person. Lord Sima has personally received it and commented on the article. This is a great honor. A high school Jinshi is not a problem. I'll give you a glass of wine here first. With a future, don't forget the big guy."

"I heard that when I love the most in the world today, I will add points if I write my poems well. The governor can win the top scorer. The poem "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is of great significance.

Even Lord Sima praised Brother Wang’s literary talent, but Lord Wei may not know that your poetry and prose are the best at.”

As soon as the scholar surnamed Wang finished his words, several people began to slap and praise him.

Indeed, among them, the scholar surnamed Wang is the most important thing.

Of course, the reason why people can get praise is not just because of their talent.

But his family is the richest man in Jiangzhou.

This scholar is Wang Bancheng's son.

He is both talented and rich, and no one can imagine that he has any reason not to go to high school.

"Brave yourself."

A scholar dressed in a slightly shabby dress next to him sat in a corner, listening to the explicit flattery of these rich children, and retching slightly.

It seemed to be talking to himself, but he still shouted loudly: "Who doesn't know that the portrait of the top scholar can protect the house and the people. Everything I want is fulfilled, my talent and knowledge are not enough to rely on...

Articles hate life and good luck is the most important thing. As long as the top scholar blesses, who will fail in high school? Or two words.”

This shabby scholar looked dirty, but he spoke boldly and had a kind of courage to take responsibility.

Obviously, this person is a crazy believer who has been crazy about Chen Guangrui's portrait of the top scholar in recent years and has contributed incense every day.

As soon as he said this, cheers rang everywhere in the restaurant.

“It’s true.”

"Think about when governor Chen came just now, what kind of life were we living."

"It's just half a year, but now it seems like we have become a world. Even scholars like us who are powerless can stroll on the streets. I thought that these days can only be heard in stories?"

"It's hard to say about talent. Once luck comes, no matter whether you perform well on weekdays, you might be able to say that if there is God's help on the day of the exam?"

"you……"

The scholar surnamed Wang was being praised by everyone and felt comfortable. Unpredictably, a sarcastic voice came from beside him. He was so angry that he almost squirted out a sip of wine. He blushed and said, "Word God, worship God, be careful to worship yourself."

"You have never heard of it. Some time ago, Wang was not talented and was studying in Chang'an. He gained a lot of knowledge. He also knew some secrets. He privately worshiped God and collected incense from the people, but it was banned..."

"Brother Wang, be careful, you have drunk too much."

Before Wang Shusheng could finish his words, he was quickly covered by the scholar at the same table and persuaded him anxiously.

He suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I drank too much wine. I just said something. Wang didn't remember it at all. I walked around and stopped drinking. I went to Cuifang Garden to sober up."

The table looked ugly and hurriedly left the restaurant, turned around and left the carriage.

In public, it is not a big deal to say bad things about governor Chen and accuse him of doing misconduct.

If one is not good, it will lose your head.

Watching a table of scholars leave hurriedly.

The voice was still lingering in everyone's ears.

There were two men in blue who whispered: "Is it really prohibited? However, I see that many people are burning incense and worshiping. Not to mention, they can really protect their homes and prevent ghosts from harming people."

"Who knows? But I tell you, don't spread it. According to reliable news, Chen Zhuangyuan, who came this time, was actually a great demon, who took over his wife's wife, suppressed a state, and collected incense."

"You think, he, a scholar from a poor family, has such great ability to suppress the evil turmoil in the state with a portrait?

A discerning person can tell at a glance that his strength is extremely high and he is likely to reach the human immortal class, or in other words, a demon immortal..."

"You can't talk nonsense... If this is true, the story of the matter will be revealed in the future. This governor may be able to flee Jiangzhou with his powerful ability. However, wouldn't the people who worship in Manzhou beheaded as believers of evil gods and beheaded for public display?"

"It's really possible. Otherwise, why did he promote portraits intentionally or unintentionally, making the people addicted to worshiping gods?

The Demon-Slaying Secret has long said that anyone who obtains incense is bad intentions, and this must be prevented."

"That's true. I'll pass the news back first. I must not learn to sacrifice to the gods, otherwise, disaster will come from heaven and regret it too late."

The two looked at each other, understood it, silently took a few mouthfuls of food, but had no intention of continuing to sit down, and hurriedly checked out and left.

Even the students in the school have spread the story of worshiping gods. They all know that it is inappropriate. In fact, they can see that the direction of the wind has changed.

Half lying and half-sitting at the door, an old beggar leaning against the pillar, raised his turbid eyes, his ears trembled, and looked at the two men in blue deeply, got up tremblingly, and slowly left.

In a mezzanine room in Gaosheng Restaurant, an old man with white beard let go of the copper tube that was close to his ears, and his face was full of horror.

He murmured: "Can this governor Chen really pretend to be a big demon and collect incense?

I have heard of some great demons and evil people when they first appeared, people in the world could not distinguish between good and evil...

Some major prefectures and prefectures will not find out whether they are inappropriate until they suffer from the misfortune. Then they will be encircled by the imperial army. They will die hard every time. This matter is really something that must be guarded against... I need to go back and report to the boss quickly."

...

Sima Mansion.

Wei Wuji shook the folding fan, and seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with shaking the cool breeze in this cold day.

When he reached his current level of cultivation, the weather, cold and heat were no different from him.

Shaking the folding fan in your hand is actually just a habit.

He picked up a cup of fragrant tea that had just been brewed by the concubine Han Jiao and Mei, and sipped it with satisfaction. He thought that the tea from Jiangnan was indeed light and bitter, and when he tasted it, it had a unique flavor.

"Boe Shang, Mr. Zhou has been running around these days, how can things improve?"

He didn't look up, but he knew that there was a middle-aged man in Qingyu at the door and asked.

"Young Master is indeed a brilliant plan, and the storm has already begun."
Chapter completed!