Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

On July 25, the scene was full of waves.

In Zhaoge, the capital of the country, a porter suffering from scabies wandered the streets shirtless and barefoot, planning to try his luck at a wine shop and dig out some slops to improve his life.These years, the wild vegetables have been dug up long ago, there are often droughts and floods, and food prices have skyrocketed.

Taxes have become faster than God’s face. In addition to fixed monthly bills, labor wages, and field money... the government’s granaries must be taxed if they are moldy and food is consumed, and the stone road at the gate of the yamen is also taxed.

He also couldn't figure out how much he had to pay, anyway, he only earned a few pennies of hard-earned money every day, and at worst, he would have a scar the size of a bowl on his head.

He was alone, picked up a stick to join the rebel army at any time, and did not believe in the holy religion of heaven.

The widow in Yangjing'er Lane covered her face with a black veil, and with her youngest son on her back, she wanted to go to the free clinic of Dr. Ling, a jade-faced genius doctor in the north of the city, to ask for some broken herbs.

Her eldest son ran away, and her younger son was sick and crying weakly, and there was not enough milk, so it seemed that she might not be able to survive this summer.

There are not many people like her in the alley, poor families cannot support so many children, and the holy teachings do not allow falling.If after swallowing incense burner ashes and live tadpoles still gave birth to unsustainable creatures, some would sell them to the eunuchs in the palace who made medicine to earn a fortune, and some would take advantage of the night wind to give them to Hebo or Jingye.

She doesn't believe in the holy religion, she just wants to beg for food, and with a few children who are waiting to be fed, one more day is one day.

Rang Xianxiang, a professional petty theft Feifei has a new discovery.

"Master Xiao, Mr. Xiao, our Master Qingtian—" Feifei, who was lean and muscular, jumped off the roof tiles and squatted under the eaves, calling, "You always come out to enjoy yourself? I found out something new. Son."

Xiao Weishen pushed the door open a crack, stretched out a hand that had been covered with pens all year round, grabbed Feifei by the collar, dragged him into the room, and slammed the door shut.

"Be careful..."

Xiao Weishen, character Yuanzhi, was born in Wannian, Xingzhou.

He is a scholar with fair skin and two thick dark circles under his eyes. He holds a trivial position in the official department, and his salary is barely enough to make ends meet.Feifei was a little bum whom he rescued, for some reason, he caught eyes with him, and refused to leave.

"This is really a big deal! I dare to guarantee this, you will be satisfied, sir." Feifei said with his body hooked, pointing his head with one finger.

"Hurry up..." Xiao Weishen stood with his hands in his sleeves.

"Don't you always care about what the Xuanji Pavilion is doing? I've been there day and night, squatting at the door of their Fenxiang Building and inhaling the aroma of beautiful big brothers, tsk, it's so delicious! And then there are fat sheep who go to the building regularly Do you want to listen to the scriptures inside, I will..."

"The important point..." Xiao Wei interrupted with a deep frown.

"Hey! Isn't it here? Guess what, Fenxianglou moved the pulpit to the market entrance today!"

Feifei recalled the scene, and said with joy: "Fenxianglou said that anyone who comes to listen to the scriptures, regardless of whether they have paid or not, can get a rice noodle with a card. Hearing this, that person is so angry." When I lined up to the west end, I made a detour around the west end and blocked back to the east end, I couldn’t help my bad habit, I got two shares of money in the flock and returned it.”

"Stealing again!" Xiao Wei frowned deeply, and asked after the scolding, "Why did you change it?"

"This is more worth talking about—" Feifei lowered his voice and winked.

"A lecturer spoke for a long time, and suddenly said that what he said in the past three days was the old interpretation of the scriptures. The gods and masters in the sky gave the oracle, and the bunch of scriptures of the Tiansheng Sect actually have completely different new ones. Solution, integrate it, it is the New Heavenly Scripture.”

Xiao Wei took a deep breath: "Xin Tian Jing, you have been talking about it for three days before, didn't you say that you guarded the door day and night?"

"Ah? Did I say that?" Feifei scratched his ears, "Anyway, Fenxianglou did open the forum for three days, but I didn't delay the matter. I inquired about it. It was brought up today."

"There is something even more enjoyable..." Feifei talked about his reaction to listening to the scriptures, "The new scriptures haven't finished yet, the fat sheep with money leave the stage directly, and the stupid sheep with no money are waving their fists to climb up the altar. Before I could climb a few steps, my neighbor grabbed my head and beat me to the ground. Why do you say? There is a saying in Fenxianglou, and you can only get the rice card after listening to it quietly!"

"Are you funny, my lord? How much is this news worth?"

Xiao Wei said seriously: "When is the next episode? I'll go and listen..."

"No more..." Feifei spread his hands.

"there is none left?"

"Because the Son of God is coming!" Feifei gritted his teeth.

"Do you think this is a new thing? It's a bolt from the blue! The preacher said that the new scriptures he taught were all taught by the Son of God. Aren't the people who can predict God's will in the world the Son of God? The messengers in the world can fight!"

"Ha..." Xiao Wei panted deeply, his chest rose and fell, and he drew his ruler as if to hit him.

"This is the most important thing, you little bastard, don't say it earlier! Say anything else!"

Feifei hugged her head to hide: "The preacher said, when it rains, the red sun is still there, and when the drizzle is about to stop, the Son of God will go to the altar to make fortunes for the people, and there is no money!"

To the west of Zhaoge City, Fenxiang Building.

The lectures are over, and the rice and noodles have been distributed.The low altar erected on the wooden frame at the street entrance has not been removed, and there are Xuanji Pavilion disciples wearing uniform purple robes patrolling nearby.

The previously lively streets were deserted.

Ling Ziyou, a jade-faced genius doctor, ran into the street with his soft leather case on his back. Seeing no one around, he took a step back in shock, found a small path, turned to the side door of Fenxiang Building and slipped in.

"My guest, we are closed today... Doctor Ling?" the disciple guarding the gate asked in surprise.

"To greet you another day, I'll find the second master!"

Ling Ziyou climbed up the stairs and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Pei Wen, the second head of Xuanji Pavilion, guarding the hall.

"Pei Wenzheng, what's the matter with you!? The sky is falling and you don't tell me, but the widow who came to see the doctor sent the news."

Even though Ling Ziyou ran a few streets with a heavy load, he still spoke in a series of words, without panting: "Why is it a god, why is it a new scripture? Is it right? What is the beauty immortal master going to do? I can do it." What's the matter? I brought all my belongings!"

"Oh, please keep your voice down!" Pei Wenzheng flew forward to cover Ling Ziyou's mouth, and pointed upwards vigorously.

"Is someone up there?" Ling Ziyou turned around and was about to climb the stairs, "Then I have to see a doctor quickly, maybe I have to change the prescription."

"It's not just the immortal master! There's that master, that master Di!" Pei Wenzheng's eyes were about to cramp again, and he dragged Ling Ziyou onto the stool by dragging Ling Ziyou's waist.

Pei Wenzheng was clutching his sore stomach: "It doesn't matter if you are here, just prepare it in the house. The immortal master said that there will be rain in the afternoon, and he will open an altar to tell the people. It's not just today, it depends on the pavilion master's intentions." At least two or three more times."

"Bu Suan?" Ling Ziyou's eyes widened.

A smile appeared on Pei Wenzheng's face that was blue from being tortured by all kinds of work.

"Old Ling, you heard me right. The Immortal Master now claims to be the Son of God of the Heavenly Sacred Sect. After receiving the oracle, he wants to use divination to prove his supernatural powers."

Ling Ziyou thought through his joints, and hoarse his voice: "The Son of God has come? Wouldn't that be directly with the Celestial Master? What about the Temple of Manna and the Holy Pagoda, what if you command a bunch of fanatics to come and make trouble?"

"They won't come over. Before the opening of the altar to preach, hundreds of copies of the New Bible have been copied overnight, and they are thrown at the gate of the holy tower one by one. Whose seal is stamped on this paper?"

Pei Wen was taking out a piece of smooth gold paper.

This is a copy of scriptures that was wrongly transcribed and not delivered.On the paper, all kinds of new scriptures were copied in correct and elegant handwriting, and there was a full-bodied seal on the lower left corner, which read "Emperor Shuntian".

Ling Ziyou's eyes became sore after glancing at it, he took the paper, and shook uncontrollably with his never-shaking hand holding the gold needle.

"Diyin..."

Tianshi has controlled the government for more than 100 years and regards manipulating the emperor as a pleasure.The world's wealth flows into Yong'an Palace, only civil uprisings, and no emperor has ever raised the banner of rebellion.

Pei Wenzheng's voice was also unsteady: "The emperor stands behind the immortal master, so that no one will attack first, and can only wait for the judgment of the heavenly master..."

"This time, if you don't succeed, you will succeed."

In the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion on Shifeng Mountain, in the cold Thousand Stele Cave.

A young man wearing copper-rimmed glasses sat in the pavilion owner's seat, with a huge iron abacus on his back, holding a wooden abacus with both hands, and said plainly: "Uncle..."

Pei Xiuyi sighed, and explained in a good voice: "Today's situation is special, I really can't sit still, I have to go to the Fenxiang Tower to have a look for myself. You sit in the main altar for me, guard the mechanism, and put the encrypted information from the south into the black box .”

"I'm not going to talk about it." Pei Junbao said.

After both of Pei Junbao's parents died, he changed his surname and stayed in the general altar as an officer.His eyes were dark, and his expression didn't change when he spoke: "If the emperor dies this time, will Xuanji Pavilion be finished?"

"Xuanji Pavilion will not be finished, and you will be finished sooner or later if you talk so openly..." Pei Xiuyi put on a straight face.

Pei Junbao looked down and looked at the straw paper on the desk: "Since there are people in Xuanji Pavilion who can survive, the general accounts must be correct. Some of the accounts of the 340th Road, 430, Bazhou, [-], and [-] branch altars use the four-pillar settlement method. With three pillars, today is the day of settlement, and the first account in front of me is wrong."

Pei Xiuyi paused, and said calmly: "You change it first, and list the parts that have been moved."

"This stack of accounts has already been calculated by my uncle. According to the old rules, if there is a mistake in the account..." Pei Junbao flipped through the accounts expressionlessly, "Dressed up as a girl for three days."

Pei Xiuyi gracefully wiped off the cold sweat that slipped from her forehead.

Pei Xiuyi asked for a fast horse and rushed from Shifeng Mountain, where the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion was located, to the Fenxiang Building, a sub-altar.

It was raining patter from the sky, and he whipped his horsewhip to speed up.

The rain came strangely, with raindrops falling, but there was no black cloud in the sky, and the sun shone brightly on the earth.

"Drive!" Pei Xiuyi gripped the horse's belly tightly, afraid that she would miss the time.

When it is raining, the red sun is still there, and the drizzle is about to stop, it is the time for the Son of God to ascend to the altar.

Who knows... when the rain will stop?

At this time, in the first-class guest room on the top floor of Fenxiang Building.

Hong Yao stood silently at the head of the bed with his arms folded, staring at Xie Huai'an who was soundly asleep.

After watching for a while, Hong Yao found a good angle through the quilt, and slapped Xie Huai'an on the ass.

"Ah!" Xie Huai'an shuddered, curled up and rolled over, grabbed the quilt and covered his face in one go, "Your Majesty!"

Hong Yao continued to stand with his arms crossed, as if nothing had happened.

After a while, Hong Yao spoke leisurely, unable to tell what mood he was in: "What did I say before? Let the husband rest until it rains, and I will wake you up. The husband said that it will be enough in a moment."

Xie Huai'an had just finished his afternoon nap and was still not very sober, so he rubbed his face and said, "It seems to be..."

Hong Yao said: "Now is the moment of Shen Shi, and the rain has already fallen for half a stick of incense. Mr. is able to coax people, are you planning to sleep until the rain stops before changing clothes?"

"It's not that I want to sleep more..." Xie Huai'an concealed the time and knew he was wrong, he pulled the quilt and smiled half-facedly, "Don't worry, it will take another half an hour."

Hong Yao's expression gradually became gloomy.

Xie Huaian: "I'll get up now..."

The rain was beating against the eaves outside the window, showing no signs of abating.

Crowds have already gathered in the streets and alleys around Fenxianglou, most of them are poor households in ragged clothes, looking forward to receiving another order of rice noodles.

The restaurants on the same street and the private rooms with a good view have all been enclosed, and some dignitaries sent servants to inquire about the news.One by one the windows were open, catching the movement downstairs.

The porter suffering from scabies, the widow from Yangjinger Lane, the official Xiao Weishen, and the thief Feifei each found their place in the crowd and waited for the moment when the sky cleared.

A tramp who couldn't bear it came to the front, overlooking the lectern.

"Has the rain subsided? Is there any movement on the stage?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Son of God said that he can calculate lost property, so I just want to ask when I can find a wife."

"Those who haven't seen the holy tower, even the new concubine doesn't quite understand it... Is the son of God real? Only the master of the gods can be sure, the poor eldest son of the concubine..."

"The holy tower is coming! The holy religion shines on the world! If you step on this street, you will be blasphemy and apostasy. In this world, only the celestial master can know the will of heaven. There is no son of god. This is a demon that should be skinned and roasted!" "

"Open the altar when the rain is about to stop, the rain is about to stop...the rain is not going to stop at all, ha, fooling people, go away."

"What's the rush? Since the preacher claims that the Son of God got the oracle, isn't he saying that the Son of God knows what God thinks and can predict God's will?"

Amidst the countless humming and whispering, the disciples of Xuanji Pavilion also looked a little anxious, and glanced at the gate of Fenxiang Tower from time to time.

Behind the thick chiseled and bronze-carved golden phoenix gate, Xie Huai'an was helped down the stairs.He is wearing a crane cloak, with white gauze covering his eyes, elegant and ethereal, as if he could ride the wind and return to the fairy palace at any time.

Hong Yao shrunk to a short stature, wearing a hideous black mask, pretending to be a god attendant and holding Xie Huai'an's hand.

Zhou Yin wore a strange red mask on his face, pretending to be a child prodigy, holding scriptures and pens.

Pei Wenzheng, the second head of Xuanji Pavilion, and Ling Ziyou, the jade-faced genius doctor, stayed at the end with solemn expressions.

The sound of rain fell on the bluestone road like broken beads, as if it never stopped.

"Sir, when are you leaving?" Hong Yao asked.Xie Huai'an closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said softly, "Now..."

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