Please ask me to be the emperor

On the second day, everyone suddenly heard the bad news. The road leader was old and frail, and he died of a sudden illness due to overwork after traveling a long distance. Zhang Shun was so sad that he was unable to pay the certificate in time.

Ma Shouying heard about this and came to express his condolences at the request of the second head of the family, "Zijin Liang". But when I heard that Zhang Shun had died a loyal "steward named Ma", and that Ma Shouying's real surname was Ma, as the saying goes, people with the same surname belong to the same family, so he couldn't help but give him a gift to express his feelings.

Seeing this, Zhang Shun was so moved that he pulled Ma Shouying with tears streaming down his face, and told how loyal "Ma Guanjia" was, how he worked hard without complaining, and how he was honest and responsible. He praised him as being rare in the sky and unparalleled on earth.

Since Ma Shouying had the same surname, he felt sorry for him and said: "'Steward Ma' is lucky enough to meet such a kind-hearted master. He should be smiling." The two of them talked about it and their good feelings suddenly increased. They almost became sworn friends to each other.

The Ma Shou returned to the camp and reported the truth to the second master, describing Zhang Shun's grief. "Zijinliang" was secretly anxious after hearing this. It turned out that their eldest son was driven here by Song Tongyin, the governor of Shanxi Province, and they were afraid that Zhang Shun would waste time and be pursued by Song Tongyin, the governor of Shanxi Province.

Fortunately, the next day Zhang Shun turned his grief into strength and submitted a plan to "Purple Golden Liang", asking for its assistance in going to Na Na to vote for him. The second boss, "Purple Gold Liang", came up with this plan, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be ingenious. He was overjoyed and said in his heart: This "Optimus Prime" is really a talent, it's hard for him to think of such a method. This plan seems simple, but it is unexpected and requires first-class means.

"Purple Golden Liang" was in the midst of joy when he heard that someone came to report that there was an old god outside who came to see him. Since "Purple Gold Liang" became the leader of the alliance, he has encountered not only 2,000 but also 800 such magic sticks. Every time he comes, he either tells how the room was full of fragrance when he was born, or that his fate is in line with Ziwei. He has long been tired of hearing this. Yes, I don’t want to see him at all on weekdays. But I happened to be in a good mood at this moment, so I ordered this "old god" to be invited in.

This "old god" is indeed an "old god". He has a childish face and white hair, fluttering white clothes, and holds a whisk in his hand, just like an immortal descending to earth. When I saw this "Purple Gold Liang", my eyes lit up. It turns out that at this time, most Taoist robes were blue, black or gold, but white Taoist robes were rare. This man's white Taoist robe is similar to the color of the clouds, and he looks as if he has left.

However, having seen many kinds of magic sticks, "Purple Gold Liang" didn't take it seriously, so he smiled and said: "You worship the Taoist ancestor, and I worship the Buddha. The two families have nothing to do with each other. You are here to be an envoy for the Supreme Lord." ?”

"It's strange that you are still arrogant when you are about to die!" Shi Shiran, an old Taoist priest, sat in front of the charcoal stove in front of the "Purple Golden Liang" and chuckled.

"Are you talking about yourself, you old Taoist?" At this time, a Confucian scholar walked out. He was originally planning to talk to "Purple Gold Liang", but when he saw this, he took the opportunity to sit in front of him.

"Who are you?" the old Taoist priest smiled.

"I am Han Tingxian, a native of Yichuan. Who are you?" the Confucian scholar Han Tingxian asked.

"Pindao is a pragmatic Taoist who travels all over the world!"

"You were born with a bad mouth and rude words, but you can also travel around the world. Have you survived to this day?" Han Tingxian said sarcastically.

"I can't compare to the second master of the family, 'Purple Gold Liang', who is about to die, but he is still carefree!" Taoist Qi Xu said with a smile.

"How dare you, thief!" Han Tingxian was furious when he heard this, drew his sword and said.

"You, a Taoist, show off your words in front of the monk, do you think you died too quickly?" "Zijin Liang" also laughed angrily when he heard this, and was ready to order this man to be chopped into pieces at any time.

"Monks and Confucians can share the table, but why can't we accommodate Taoist priests?" The Qixu Taoist smiled and picked up the unused chopsticks of "Purple Gold Liang", picked up the meat slices in front of him, gently put them on the charcoal fire to grill, and said, " Your Excellency is like this piece of meat, which lives in the stove without knowing it. It is cooked in an instant and is suitable for human consumption."

"You are deceiving the public with your evil words, and you should die!" Han Tingxian heard that the Taoist priest actually compared the second master to a piece of meat being roasted in the stove. He couldn't help but be angry. He watched the expression of the "Purple Gold Liang" at any time, waiting for his order. He wanted to chop this arrogant old man to death in front of him.

But he never thought that when the "Purple Gold Liang" heard this, he waved his hand to signal him to stop. Han Tingxian couldn't get off the stage for a while, so he could only glare at the Taoist.

The Qixu Taoist put the roasted meat slices into his mouth, chewed them carefully, and said, "Good meat!"

"Why did the Taoist Master teach me?" "Zijin Liang" asked doubtfully.

"If you eat your meat, you will live your life!" Taoist Master Qi Xu laughed and said, "Second Master, you are the leader of the Thirty-sixth Battalion. You seem to be blooming like flowers, but in fact you are cooking oil in the fire. This is At this moment, the Ming Dynasty's Jincheng Tangchi is still strong, and it is difficult to resist the military front. You are not afraid of using your mantis arm as a chariot. Everyone elects you as the leader, neither to surrender to your prestige nor to admire your talent, but to take advantage of you. Just taking the blame."

"The second head of my family already knows this and has a solution. Just go ahead!" Han Tingxian said with a smile upon hearing this.

"I wonder if I can hear it? I think the master's seal hall is darkened, and the disaster is not over!" The Taoist priest Qi Xu said with a chuckle.

"Purple Golden Liang" pondered for a while after hearing this, and then signaled Han Tingxian to tell this person how to do it. Then Han Tingxian smiled and said: "Since you heard this secret, you shouldn't leave this house. The second head of my family has wanted to be the Song Yamensi for a long time. As the saying goes: if you want to be a high official, kill people and set fires, and you will be recruited. As long as we are defeated." "Captain Gao, the imperial court will definitely issue an imperial edict. When the time comes, high-ranking officials will enjoy generous salaries and endless benefits. How do you, a country man, know this?"

"Haha!" The Taoist Priest Qi Xu laughed loudly when he heard this, and his nose was filled with tears.

"You're rude, you're such a smart guy, why are you laughing?" Han Tingxian said angrily.

"It's funny that you only listened to half of the storytelling. Don't you know what will happen to Song Jiang? When the time comes, your wealth and life will be handed over to others, how can you leave your life and death to yourself?" Taoist priest Qi Xu asked with a smile.

“This,” Zijin Liang asked, “based on the Taoist priest’s plan, what should we do?”

"At this time, Yi'er, someone else is making you take the blame. Can't you find someone else to take the blame for you?" Taoist priest asked.

"You mean you want me to give up the position of leader?" "Zijinliang" asked in surprise.

"Second Master, this must not be done!" Han Tingxian admonished.

"This matter should be discussed in a long term, and I also ask the old god to stay with me so that I can always listen to your teachings!" "Purple Gold Liang" pondered for a while. He was both afraid and in love with the position of leader, and could not let go, so he had to suppress it for the time being. Let’s talk about it next time.

"This will disturb the second master!" The Taoist Qi Xu said with a smile.

So the monk and the Confucian gathered around the stove, grilled the meat, divided it and ate it, enjoying themselves for a while.

The author is looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to a popular category recommendation, so he can only encourage himself!