Fox Road Travel Notes

The short scholar glared at Kuan'er and retorted: "Besides, you Ai Dajin, don't you call yourself a fairy from Taoyuan?"

"Is it possible that you lost your way and couldn't find those old friends in Taoyuan, and all you asked about them was that we, the Qing Dynasty, were here?"

When Gao Shusheng heard him expose his shortcomings and speak harshly, he became angry and ashamed, and wanted to go up and practice martial arts.

Wang Heming smiled slightly, stood up and cupped his hands: "Okay, okay!"

"Brother Gao and Brother Ai are both masters and hermits. Yuan Fang is difficult to be an elder brother, and Zhong Fang is difficult to be a younger brother. Their big bellies can accommodate them. Please don't hurt your harmony. I have a few crooked poems to send you to each other."

He looked up at the sky and thought for a moment.

He chanted in a loud voice: "The Northern Kingdom was vacant to select the virtuous, and a group of barbarians marched down to Shouyang. Their heads were shaved into new dog tails, and their stomachs took inventory of old articles. In those days, they were ashamed to eat Zhousu millet, but today they still want to eat captive sheep. Is this true? The festival has changed overnight, and the ferns on Dongshan Mountain have been illuminated."

Chen Zican laughed loudly and applauded: "What a poem, what a poem!"

“It’s only the Ming Dynasty that’s to blame for leaving behind these hordes of Boyi and Shuqi.”

"Everyone doesn't eat Zhou Su, and all the wild vegetables in Shouyang Mountain have been eaten. If we don't go down the mountain to eat the barbarian cattle and sheep, will everyone really starve to death?"

"Master once said: A breach of integrity is a small matter, but starving to death is a serious matter. This poem is perfect for the two fat barbarians!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

The two fat scholars, blushing and trying to step forward, reached out to each other, but Monk Tong was already holding his chest, like an iron tower, silently blocking Chen Zican.

When he wanted to retort, Tong Monk's eyes widened with fierceness, and he had no choice but to shrink his neck and retreat.

At this time, the servant pointed to the river and shouted: "Look, sir, the boat is coming..."

Everyone got on the boat together, and Monk Tong took the pole and stood at the stern.

Just as the boat was about to set off, two fat scholars stood on the shore, watching eagerly.

My face was turning blue and purple, and I couldn't help but feel comfortable. It was so embarrassing.

Chen Zican settled the buttons, turned around and waved: "Brothers Yi Qi, do you want to stay by the river to pick wild vegetables?"

"If I don't get on the boat this time, I'm afraid I'll miss the good time again!"

Scholar Gao glanced at Ai Dajin and saw that he was also looking at him.

In half an hour, it will be dark. If you miss Sutou, do you really want to look for wild vegetables by the river?

The two looked at each other, understanding each other, and shouted together: "Everyone, wait a minute, we want to get on the boat too!"

Everyone moved around, and the space on the boat was quite large. The two donkeys were very thin, but the two scholars took up more space. When they got on the boat, they could each hold the donkey's neck and stand at the back.

Monk Tong shouted: "Let's set sail——"

After a while, the boat swayed away from the shore. Two men in black sat in the middle, moved the oars, and sailed towards the middle stream.

The two scholars stood at the stern of the boat, watching everyone talking and laughing among themselves, and no one paid any attention to them.

Originally, I wanted to say a few nice words to ease the relationship, but I had to forget it.

Ai Dajin felt embarrassed and had nothing to say, so he said to Scholar Gao: "Brother Gao, something strange happened in our Yutian County last winter. Have you heard about it?"

Scholar Gao shook his head.

"I came to Beijing directly after the autumn curtain last year. I wanted to review my studies, but I really don't know much about things in my hometown."

Ai Dajin chuckled and said, "Do you still remember that Ji Xiucai?"

"It's the one who, during the previous dynasty, heard that the examiner only loved talented young men, so he asked his mother-in-law to help him dye his white beard black."

"As a result, he mistakenly used the impatiens juice used by his daughter to dye her nails, and dyed a white beard into a red beard. Later, didn't everyone call him Judge Ji..."

Scholar Gao finally remembered and couldn't help but laugh: "That red beard and black face is just a judge from the City God's Temple, remember."

"Last winter, he was struck to death by thunder!" Ai Dajin whispered mysteriously.

"Huh? Is there lightning that can strike people in the middle of winter?"

"No, that's why it's rare."

"He did something outrageous again and was punished by God..."

Everyone's attention was attracted by his words.

Ai Dajin felt quite proud when he saw everyone looking at him.

He coughed and raised his voice: "He was tired of eating chaffy vegetables, so he handed a petition to Lord Fu, saying that he wanted to sue Master Guan Di!"

"what?"

Everyone was surprised.

Ai Dajin patted the donkey's head in his arms: "He is famous for his donkey temper."

Scholar Gao hurriedly asked: "What did he sue Master Guan? Did the governor accept his complaint?"

"Why didn't you answer?"

Ai Dajin said angrily: "Judge Ji, he sued Mr. Guan Di, saying that he had received incense from the Ming Dynasty for three hundred years. Now that the country is in danger, he has not appeared and come out to help the country."

"He criticized Mr. Guan's corpse and asked the Lord of the Palace to order the destruction of the Guandi Temple outside the city..."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this old scholar was also a wonderful person, and he was even more daring.

Scholar Gao laughed loudly: "Then, how will this case be tried?"

Ai Dajin said with a smile: "The Lord of the Palace issued the signature in person, and asked the Yamen servant to deliver the summons to Master Guandi, and announced in public that the trial will be held at a date in the near future!"

Scholar Gao hugged the donkey and laughed.

"The government officials had no choice but to send the summons to Guandi Temple."

"He placed the summons on the altar table, knelt down and begged Mr. Guandi for forgiveness."

"Isn't it strange to you? When I got up, I found a piece of silver at my feet!"

"The yamen officer came out and said to people, I didn't expect Mr. Guan Di to understand the ways of the world and know how to reward officials. Do you think it's funny or not..."

When everyone heard this ridiculous thing, they all felt that it was really interesting and couldn't help but listen.

Ai Dajin continued: "The more effective ones are yet to come!"

"On the day of the trial, it rained all night, and there was still a sea of ​​people outside the government office. It was so crowded."

"Just when the Master of the Palace called Ji Xiucai to come to the hall, he saw a dark wind blowing in the sky and dark clouds gathering around him."

"Then, there was only a loud bang like a thunderbolt, the fire flashed, the roof tiles fell, and Judge Ji died just like that..."

Everyone exclaimed "Ah——".

"What's going on, you guys?"

"Hey, it's a pity that I wasn't there that day either!"

"Later, I heard from the clerk in the government office that just when the cold wind started blowing, everyone saw with their own eyes that Mr. Guandi descended from the sky on a red rabbit horse and carrying a green dragon sword!"

"Then, he swung his sword and, tsk tsk, Judge Ji became confused..."

Everyone sighed secretly in their hearts.

This old scholar was quite a man of character, so it would be a pity to die!

I just didn't expect that Master Guan would actually impose a heavenly punishment and kill the remnants who had devoted themselves to moving forward in public. It was really frustrating!

Could it be that God has not blessed my Ming Dynasty?

Over there, Ai Dajin also pretended to sigh and scanned the ship.

"Look at everyone, even the Holy Emperor Guan has surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. It can be seen that this tripod is moved by God. The destiny is in our Qing Dynasty and cannot be violated."

"I have pity on Judge Ji. He is so old and has made trouble for nothing, but he has ended up like this!

"Afterwards, the Lord of the Palace, Bing Mingsheng, said that Emperor Guan was a holy man and personally beheaded a scholar who slandered the Qing Dynasty."

"The Holy One issued an order to rebuild the Guandi Temple, and the Palace Master was promoted to a Taoist platform, with the order to clear out the bandits in the pass."

"As soon as his horse arrived, Li Hu, the horse bandit from northern Shaanxi, and Lao Daozi, the bandit from Qishan, came to descend on the wind. Tsk tsk, what a talent..."

Everyone's expressions changed, they were silent, and they were very confused.

Kou'er saw Wang Heming frowning with a worried look on his face, and pushed Chen Zican: "What do you think is wrong with Brother Wang?"

"Master, is it true that Mr. Guan Di showed up and killed Ji Xiucai?"

"Could it be that gods also protect bad people without distinguishing between right and wrong?"

When Wang Heming heard this, he also turned to look at Chen Zican.

Chen Zican just lowered his head and pondered, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"You don't know, there is something even more magical..." Ai Dajin smiled strangely.

"What's wrong with you?"

"On that day, everyone in the hall who saw Mr. Guandi appearing as a saint said that Mr. Guandi had a pigtail on the back of his head, a double-eyed flower feather on his head, a unicorn patchwork suit, and coral beads..."

"Oh, so majestic and majestic, he looks exactly like one of our Qing Dynasty generals!"