Xianjin and Chen Jianfang recounted yesterday's exchanges with Prefect Xiong in detail, emphasizing three points: "...According to Prefect Xiong, the matter of Master Qiao is still a long way to go. The higher-ups are playing games, and it's unclear who will win or lose."
Xianjin pointed to the sky.
Chen Jianfang was in a good mood. He followed Xianjin's finger and looked up. The sky was bright and clear with occasional floating clouds passing by.
Chen Jianfang nodded heavily.
Seeing the young man nodding his head in a rare and childish manner, Xianjin's heart softened. He smiled at Chen Jianfang and said, "This is one thing. The second thing is the selection of the magistrate of Jing County. It is estimated that if Lord Cui wants to take the position, it will be difficult, but it is not impossible. If the Chen family wants to make further progress in Jing County, the relationship with Cui Heng must be maintained."
Especially when the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard was in a state of scattering, Cui Heng was another card that the Chen family could grab.
Chen Jianfang smiled and nodded, "You don't have to worry about this matter. Cui Heng and I have never had any bad relations."
The young man's eyes were gentle, and at the corner of his lips there was a smile of relief after all the past grudges had been resolved.
Xianjin paused his sigh, and replaced it with pity and relief in his heart, "The third one——"
Xianjin paused, "Third, our Liuzhang Xuan has been delivered to Prefect Xiong. It may be submitted to the court as a tribute next year at the latest, or this year at the earliest."
After learning literary and martial arts, they were sold to the emperor's family.
The best destination for a scholar is to become an official and dedicate his passion and the fruits of decades of study to the country.
The best way to describe a commodity is as a tribute.
Different classes will give different meanings to commodities, and this is the disgusting nature of business.
Chen Jianfang lowered his head and drank a sip of soy milk, mumbling softly, afraid that Xianjin would hear him, but also hoping that Xianjin would hear him.
——"All up to you."
Xianjin's eyebrows twitched slightly, she lowered her eyes to glance at the empty bowl, and cursed herself inwardly, "A starving ghost reincarnated!" - Only by taking the opportunity to drink something at this time could she alleviate the panic of hearing these words clearly!
.....
On the way back to the old house, Xianjin had never tried to walk back to Shuixi Street from the city gate. He passed by a pair of twin towers. At the door, believers gathered with bamboo baskets containing flowers, incense sticks and lanterns, clean water and packed meals. It was bustling and noisy.
Xianjin poked his head out to take a look, and Chen Jianfang introduced carefully, "This is the Shuixi Twin Pagodas. Behind the twin pagodas is a Chongqing Temple, where the abbot Xinhe is very proficient in Buddhism. Today happens to be the fifteenth day, which is the day for believers to worship Buddha and burn incense."
Xianjin has never really understood what it means to be proficient in Buddhism, and he wondered about it in his mind and asked about it out loud.
Religion is indeed not a high-scoring course for Chen Jianfang. He thought about it for a moment and said, "Abbot Xinhe can explain Buddhism in depth, such as the saying that life is full of suffering, and happiness will come after suffering. Many believers like to listen to it."
Xianjin shrugged, "Are the believers mostly poor or sick?"
Chen Jianfang glanced at the believers queuing up, most of whom were middle-aged or elderly women wearing coarse linen clothes. Their faces were miserable, but their eyes were calm. He couldn't help but pursed his lips.
Xianjin smiled and said, you must like to listen to this "Buddhism"! Isn't it that Abbot Xinhe painted a big pie for this group of poor people who are good at enduring hardships? This pie is so big that it cannot be cooked in this life and can only be eaten in the next life.
Chen Jianfang lowered his eyes and said gently, "...There are also scholars or successful people who are willing to seek advice from Abbot Xinhe. I remember that the abbot used to love coming here."
Xianjin raised his eyebrows, stood still and asked Chen Jianfang, "Baozhu, can you speak now?"
Chen Jianfang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You've only been gone for one day..."
You've only been gone for a day, and I'll miss you.
But it doesn’t mean that Baozhu will be able to speak on that day.
"She still doesn't talk, and curls herself up all day... She only uses a little rice and water for the meals that Zhang's mother sends her..." Chen Jianfang didn't know how to comfort the little girl, but he could understand Baozhu's helplessness and closure. "If she continues like this, she will collapse."
Xianjin paced back and forth with his head down, then looked up after a moment and asked, "This abbot Xinhe is not only well versed in Buddhism, but can he deceive people effectively?"
Chen Jianfang narrowed his eyes, "Are you lying?"
Oh, I spoke my true feelings out loud.
Xianjin shook his head, "Fortune telling—fortune telling!"
Chen Jianfang didn't know what Xianjin was going to do, so he could only answer truthfully, "It is said that Abbot Xinhe has also made some achievements in fortune-telling."
Chen Jianfang naturally did not believe in the supernatural talk, and thought that Xianjin was desperate because of Master Qiao and was trying to become a monk, so he quickly said, "It would be a good idea to ask Abbot Xinhe to tell your fortune. If it's a good sign, it's accurate, but if it's a bad sign, it means your hands are smelly."
Xianjin:...
You are truly a materialist ahead of your time.
However, the Star of Hope provided ideas for Xianjin.
As soon as Xianjin entered the old house, he went straight to Baozhu's room.
He pushed the door open and walked in, only to see that the main door, corner door and several large windows of the wing room were all tightly closed. A small mountain of...precious beads was bulging on the carved hibiscus wood bed.
Xianjin half sat on the bed and patted the quilt, "Baozhu, I heard about Principal Qiao."
A corner of the quilt was lifted up, revealing a fat little pig's head.
Xianjin touched the pig's head and said softly, "Mr. Qiao is now detained in Yingtian Prefecture and will be sent to the capital on a certain day. Mr. Qiao has suffered a lot and is imprisoned in a water dungeon. Every hour, the water in the dungeon rises to drown him..."
Baozhu buried her head and her whole body was shaking like a sieve.
Xianjin rushed over and hugged Baozhu Huahua's shoulders tightly, "But he is still alive...but Master Qiao is still alive!"
"I can't find out any more... I just passed by the Shuixi Twin Pagodas, and heard from the believers that Abbot Xinhe is very good at interpreting divinations. I think we can go to Chongqing Temple to ask for a divination and see what happens to Master Qiao and Baoyuan!?"
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