On the first day in Suzhou and Hangzhou, Fang Zheng slept comfortably. However, when he got up and opened the door the next day, the first thing he saw was the face of a fair-skinned scholar.

"Who are you?"

Fang Zheng's face fell immediately. Other inns have beautiful waitresses, why do you give me a pretty boy? Don't you like this?

"Hello."

Seeing Fang Zheng, the other party hurriedly raised his hand and bowed.

"I am Shen Wenbin from the Shen family in Suzhou and Hangzhou. I have come to meet you, young master."

"Do we know each other?"

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and stared at the man in front of him. This is not the way to build relationships. Who are you to come and meet me? I can spend tens of thousands of taels of gold every minute, don’t you know?

"It's like this, sir. I heard that you want to invite the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe to perform in Chang'an?"

"Yes, I do mean that."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng probably guessed the other party's identity. Sure enough, he soon saw the young man bow to Fang Zheng again.

"To be honest, I invited this Nanman Dance Troupe to perform for my father's 80th birthday. If you are interested in the Nanman Dance Troupe, how about attending the birthday banquet? You should know that the Nanman Dance Troupe has choreographed a brand new song and dance performance to celebrate the birthday. It's worth seeing."

"oh?"

Seeing the other party take out the invitation and respectfully hand it to him, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. He certainly understood why this man named Shen Wenbin came to try to win him over. Although Fang Zheng was traveling incognito, he had made a reservation through the Imperial Palace, and he had booked the presidential suite. This information was not confidential, and anyone who could find out could guess that Fang Zheng was definitely an important figure in the palace.

Fang Zheng had never even heard of the Suzhou and Hangzhou Shen family. They were probably just a local tyrant and naturally didn't dare to go against the palace. They were probably afraid that they would come to them and cause trouble, so they took the initiative to send an invitation to show their respect. Secondly... they probably wanted to build a relationship with the people in the palace.

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry to bother you."

Fang Zheng reached out, took the invitation, flipped through it, and then put it in his arms. Seeing this scene, Shen Wenbin smiled.

"Then, when the time comes, we will come to greet the adults."

After saying this, Shen Wenbin immediately left the scene tactfully, and it was obvious that he knew how to behave himself.

Well... this is nonsense. If someone sends someone to act like a big shot in front of the residents of the presidential suite, he is probably here to ruin the show.

After that, Fang Zheng also called the shopkeeper over during the meal and asked about this Suzhou and Hangzhou Shen family. He learned that the family started out in shipping and is now considered a big shot in the Suzhou and Hangzhou transportation industry. The old man who celebrated his 80th birthday this year was also a famous chivalrous man in Suzhou and Hangzhou when he was young. He was eager to help others and had a good reputation among the people. This time, they celebrated their 80th birthday and held a banquet for all the neighbors to celebrate together. It was considered a lively celebration in Hangzhou.

After dinner, Fang Zheng had no intention of going around Hangzhou. Instead, he sat in the "bar" on the second floor and listened to the chatter of the drinkers. He also accidentally learned the follow-up content of the MP4 video he watched last night - he heard that the woman reported the case to the police and had her husband arrested, and her husband also reported that he found robbers in their home...

Tsk tsk tsk, each one is more cruel than the other.

Fang Zheng walked around like this until noon, then he took the Shen family's carriage and went to celebrate the birthday. Shen Wenbin naturally accompanied him on the way. Fang Zheng also introduced himself to him and said his name was Fang Zheng. However, Shen Wenbin obviously did not connect this name with the current emperor at all.

This is also natural. You have to know that Fang Zheng always calls himself an emperor, just like a stage name. If you say Lu Xun, everyone knows him, but if you say Zhou Shuren, then no one knows who he is. So even if Fang Zheng gave his real name, the young man would not have the slightest impression of him.

When he arrived at the Shen family, Fang Zheng also saw Mr. Shen, who was rumored to be celebrating his 80th birthday. He was indeed a very cheerful person, and had a bit of the heroic spirit of a street warrior. Seeing Fang Zheng coming to celebrate his birthday empty-handed, he didn't have any thoughts, but greeted him in with a smile.

But for Fang Zheng, this is not the case.

Because as soon as he entered the banquet hall, he saw a few annoying bald guys.

"Mr. Shen, who are those people?"

Fang Zheng pretended to be curious and sat down, then he asked Shen Wenbin. It was obviously not the first time Shen Wenbin had heard someone ask this question, and he quickly gave a skillful answer.

"Master Fang, those are holy monks from the Western Regions..."

"Are they here to celebrate your mother's birthday as well?"

"That's not the case. My mother was inspired by their lectures, so she invited them to our home. It happened to be my father's 80th birthday, so they were served together."

"Oh, I see."

Fang Zheng nodded, and then said nothing more, just looked at the bald man at the table with a smile. In fact, he had already started to think about when and where to kill these damn cultists.

For Fang Zheng, there is no need for a reason to kill Buddhists, but on the contrary, a reason is needed to let them live.

However, I never expected that these cultists would infiltrate here.

Looking at the monks who were chanting with their eyes closed, Fang Zheng's eyes turned cold. He had been busy climbing the technology tree during this period, and had forgotten that there was a very disgusting religious victory method in civilization. Since Fang Zheng strictly stipulated that those who joined the public cabinet were not allowed to join the religion or engage in business, he had forgotten about this...

But what’s so great about the religious victory method? Just eat my nuclear bomb and wipe out the world!

After that, more and more people came to the table, and other people obviously noticed the presence of this table of monks. From time to time, someone would ask about their origins. As for the bald donkeys, they sat there in silence and pretended to be reserved, just like the green tea bitch, thinking about hooking men in their hearts, but pretending to be calm and nonchalant on the surface, saying that they are pure, harmless and kind, and ask them not to bully them.

In fact, it was already black and smelly inside.

The birthday celebration went smoothly. Mr. Shen was a man of the world and didn't like those formalities. He was very happy to hear that the guests came to celebrate his birthday. So not long after, when it was just getting dark, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this troupe of different shapes and colors, everyone opened their eyes wide and watched curiously. Fang Zheng was sitting on the side holding a wine glass, looking at the troupe in front of him with a smile. The reason why he accepted Shen Wenbin's invitation was mainly because he wanted to observe the troupe more carefully and see where the evil spirit came from.

Soon, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe began to perform again under the gaze of the crowd. Perhaps because the birthday boy this time was a man of the underworld, they did not perform the previous love scene, but a scene similar to Dragon Quest.

Of course, there are no dragons or slimes here. The main story is about a hero from a barbarian tribe fighting a monster from local mythology.

At the beginning, the singing and dancing were normal, but Fang Zheng soon discovered that the demonic energy that had been well hidden was now gradually spreading.

What was going on? Could it be that the troupe was just pretending to be in the restaurant before, and now their true colors have been revealed?

Of course not. The reason why the evil spirit was leaked was... precisely because of that group of bald donkeys.

Fang Zheng turned his head and glanced at the group of bald monks, only to see that they were still sitting there, with their hands clasped together and their heads lowered, mumbling to themselves. Others didn't know what they were doing, but Fang Zheng could clearly feel that this group of monks were chanting scriptures, and they were scriptures specifically targeting monsters...

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

The Nanman Dance Troupe seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, and their drums became more rapid and their dances more intense. They tried to use this method to fight against the monks' scriptures, but unfortunately, the monks' scriptures seemed to restrain the monsters' magic. Soon, Fang Zheng saw that some people in the Nanman Dance Troupe were already showing signs of being unable to hold on.

"snort."

Seeing this, Fang Zheng's eyes turned cold, then he reached out and tapped the wine glass lightly.

"bite--"

This sound was barely audible in the banquet hall, but it was like a heavy hammer that struck directly into the hearts of the monks, instantly disrupting their chanting! !

At this moment, the monks trembled slightly, and then their faces turned pale. However, they were quite skilled in Taoism, so they returned to normal in an instant. Even so, they did not dare to continue chanting, but just lowered their heads and kept silent, pretending to be dead, as if nothing had happened.

The Nanman Song and Dance Troupe on the other side immediately returned to normal after losing the suppression of the annoying bald donkey. Soon, Fang Zheng felt that the spreading evil spirits disappeared again, and it disappeared again without taking any time.

After that, amid the cheerful applause of the crowd, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe completed the performance perfectly and then quickly left. Of course, they couldn't just perform this one show. According to the Shen family's idea, the old man's 80th birthday should be celebrated with the people. Next, the Nanman Song and Dance Troupe will perform all over Hangzhou... Of course, all of this is paid for by the Shen family.

However, just when the Southern Barbarian Song and Dance Troupe was about to take their leave, the monks moved and wanted to stand up - but before they could do anything, an invisible pressure descended from the sky and pressed them back into their chairs.

The Nanman Dance Troupe seemed to have sensed the danger. Fang Zheng saw the leader of the group looked at the monks with a little uneasiness, and then quickly turned around and left the banquet with the others. The monks stared at the direction where the Nanman Dance Troupe left, looking very regretful.

Could it be that this dance troupe has some connection with those bald donkeys? ?

Seeing this, Fang Zheng's mouth curled up slightly.

From this point of view, things are getting interesting.