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Chapter 62 [The Demonic Monk]

"I don't know if the master has heard of the river god. There is also a river god living in the moat of our Qinghe County. The people in the city rely on the moat to live, so naturally they also respect the river god of the moat. Worship and worship several times a year, We never dare to forget."

"The river god in the past has always benefited the people. The weather is good, and every family lives and works in peace and contentment. The people in Qinghe County are not grateful for the goodness of the river god."

"Once upon a time?" The monk could tell that there was something in the words of the soldiers guarding the city.

"Yeah, that's just the situation in the past. The thing started half a year ago. Half a year ago, the moat, which had always been peaceful and peaceful, suddenly flooded overnight. The water flooded the city wall and flooded into the city. Fortunately, the city The common people hid in the tall buildings in time, but no casualties were caused.”

"However, since this flood, Qinghe County, which used to be quiet and peaceful, has never had a peaceful day. The statue of the river changed its temper overnight, and if it no longer protects the people in Qinghe County, there will be trouble at every turn. Noisy, either because Qinghe County was flooded, or because the rough water made it difficult for passing ships to proceed.”

"The people in the city are full of sorrow. I don't know why we have offended the river god. Just when everyone was frowning, a wandering Taoist came to the city. He found the Qinghe county magistrate and said that the river god of the moat is here. It’s because of the lack of offerings that I’m not happy, and the county magistrate sent someone to send the offerings to the moat and that’s settled.”

"The big guy thought he had finally found the reason, and was just happy, but word came from the county magistrate that what the river god wants to worship is not ordinary chickens, ducks and geese, but a young and beautiful woman!"

"The county magistrate ordered people to send offerings to the river god, which is actually a marriage gift!"

"But we didn't dare not to send it away. The river god was angry and destroyed the entire Qinghe County! Now that there is a solution, if Qinghe County can escape this, how can we not do it? It's a pity that this one A nice girl."

After finishing speaking, the guarding soldiers let out another long sigh.

The monk thought about this matter, and listened to what the soldiers guarding the city said. This Qinghe County has given off more than once!
He thought about it and asked: "Can you tell the poor monk how many girls he has sent so far?"

The heavy and sad meaning could not be concealed in the words of the guarding soldiers: "There are already ten."

Hearing the words of the soldiers guarding the city, the monk thought that he had roughly figured out what was going on with this marriage. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then said to the soldiers guarding the city: "The poor monk has wandered here, and I have solved a few problems along the way. It’s a strange thing, I wonder if you can recommend the county magistrate for me, I hope the poor monk can help me with this matter.”

Although the guards felt that the matter was settled and that the girl who was sent away was basically doomed to never return, but hearing what the monk said, he still smiled and said: "Of course, master has a heart."

On the magistrate's house.

Hearing that an eminent monk came, the county magistrate of Qinghe County warmly invited the monk to his mansion, and ordered the servants to serve him tea and snacks.

At this time, there were four people sitting in the front hall of the county magistrate's mansion.

On the main seat facing the gate sits the magistrate, the monk sits at the lower left of the county magistrate, the son of the county magistrate sits at the lower right of the county magistrate, and the person sitting next to the magistrate is the one who solved the problem. A wandering Taoist priest suffering from floods in Qinghe County.

The monk looked at the wandering Taoist priest who was said to be very capable. He had a goatee, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his eyes rolled around from time to time. With such a face, he did not look like a good person at first glance.

Leaving aside this weird wandering Taoist priest, let's say that the county magistrate in brocade clothes is really good at dancing.

Since the monk took his seat, he has been intentionally leading the monk to chat with each other. If the monk didn't come to the county magistrate's mansion pretending to be busy, he would really enjoy chatting with this very eloquent magistrate.

It's a pity that the monk has been paying attention to what's wrong in the mansion since he stepped into the gate of the county magistrate's mansion.

The monk mentioned Qinghe County's marriage several times, but was always fooled by the county magistrate's ambiguous words.However, the monk did not come to the county magistrate's mansion to chat with the county magistrate.

After being fooled a few times, the monk's tone and words became more solemn: "Young magistrate, don't fool the poor monk anymore. The poor monk passed by here and heard about the marriage, and wanted to do something for the people of Qinghe County." The monk turned around and looked directly at Qinghe County Magistrate solemnly: "I hope the county magistrate will agree."

The monk directly spoke to the magistrate of Shangqinghe County, and kept silent all the time, allowing his son to chat with the monk about the mountains. The county magistrate could not continue to be silent at this time. He pondered for a while. The monk made this request, and he couldn't refuse it.

After thinking about it left and right, the county magistrate gave an imperceptible wink to the young magistrate on the lower right, and still chose to agree to the monk's request: "Master wants to benefit the people in the city, which is naturally excellent. As the Qinghe County Parents and officials, there is no reason not to agree. It's just... how does the master plan to act?"

The monk is neither humble nor overbearing: "The poor monk wants this wandering Taoist priest in your house to go to the moat with the poor monk."

After the monk finished speaking, the county magistrate and the county magistrate both looked down at the wandering Taoist priest, asking with their eyes.

The wandering Taoist stroked his goatee, and nodded his head lightly in agreement.

After getting the answer, the monk did not take a rest at the county magistrate's mansion even though the kindness was hard to come by. Instead, he led the wandering Taoist priest in the hall just now and several people sent by the county magistrate to follow and help him, and went there again without stopping. By the moat.

It's still the closed city gate, the stormy sky, and the dark moat, but the lotus canopy carrying the newlyweds has long since disappeared.

Standing by the moat, the monk stared at the turbulent lake for a while, then put his hands together and closed his eyes to recite sutras.

Faint Sanskrit sounds, although the people who followed were standing very close to the monk, they still couldn't hear them very clearly. They just felt that there was a kind of rhythm implied in the continuous scriptures, which made people feel calm.

They didn't know that it was the scriptures that implied rhythm that attracted the power of heaven and earth.

At the end of a verse, when I looked up, I saw that the dome, which was still covered by dark clouds just now, was already thundering and lightning in an instant.

Seeing the lightning strike straight towards the moat, the few people who stood by the moat except the monk couldn't help but put their hands on their heads, for fear that the lightning would strike them if they didn't have eyes.

The others were frightened and trembling, only the monk stood calmly by the moat. In the daylight cut out by the thunder and lightning, the monk was wearing white plain clothes. Tall and unmoving, suddenly there seems to be a sense of being out of the dust.

(End of this chapter)