Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

The next day, it was rainy.

Qingquan took the umbrella handed over by the disciple of Yijianmen: "Senior brother, how do you say it rains when it rains?"

Zhang Ming opened his umbrella and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, it's cloudy and sunny today, and people have joys and sorrows, isn't it interesting?"

Bai Yao shrank her head and secretly said: "Master is right, anyway, it has nothing to do with me gathering clouds yesterday."

"All right."

Qingquan didn't care anymore and shouted to the inner courtyard, "Huahua, we have something to do today, you stay here and don't run around."

The three walked out of Yijianmen and went to the Household Administration Office in Nanling City, which was in charge of the land, household registration, and finance.

After a while, they came to the inner city gate in the middle, and saw a wide square extending in all directions, with a primitive altar standing in the middle.

There are craftsmen on the edge of the square, building statues that are beating and beating, extremely tall and unfinished.

The rain fell on the craftsmen, but it did not stop them, but rushed to work without saying a word.

"Senior brother, what are they doing?"

Qingquan looked around curiously.

An elderly man sitting next to him eating melons and fruits and sitting on a small bamboo chair smiled and said, "Young people, don't you understand? This is a Buddha statue built for a grand ceremony. Time is running out. Gotta be outraged."

Qingquan glanced at him and saw that the old man's house was close to the square, so he would enjoy eating melons and fruits under the eaves while watching the process of gradually carving the Buddha statue.

"This is... a formation!"

Zhang Ming took two more glances, and was suddenly startled.

I saw that the Buddha statue, which had not been fully completed, raised its posture, pointed its fingers in the four directions, and its body was slightly sideways, as if it intersected with the central axis of the city.

And the back of their heads is facing the four city gates, as if listening to the Quartet and conveying the heaven.

Qingquan was stunned: "Senior brother, what formation?"

Zhang Ming frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, let's enter the inner city and settle the fief first."

Although he doesn't know what kind of formation this is, he has the ability of "formation proficiency", and he has been secretly deducing: "The four images are in the sky, and the sound is loud. Could it be related to lecturing?"

The more Zhang Ming thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He only felt that he was getting closer and closer to the conspiracy of the layout of the Xiaohanshan Temple.

"Hui Lun, what exactly do you want to do?"

He temporarily put down his thoughts and entered the inner city with Qingquan and Bai Yao to the household registration office.

It's just that they didn't know that the old man eating melons and fruits sighed and squeezed out a sentence from his leaking teeth: "You are young, but your knowledge is extraordinary."

The household registration office is very close to the city lord's mansion, and is surrounded by the core area of ​​the city. In addition, there are also offices for city defense, punishment, ceremonies, and demon towns.

There is no hustle and bustle here, and from time to time patrolling soldiers with spears and spears lined up.

There are two Pixiu at the door of the household registration office.

Entering the door, it is very spacious inside, and there are attic rooms with different plaques hanging on them.

"Sidi."

Zhang Ming raised his eyes and saw that it was here.

"Hey, hey, who are you guys, what are you rushing into! Don't you know that Master Yu is drinking tea? Go outside and wait for the news to come in before you come in!"

A small official in official uniform suddenly came out of the door and pushed the three away.

When he saw three Taoist priests who were about to enter the door, he became even more impatient and spat, "Unfortunate."

Qingquan was immediately unhappy, and said: "What are you pushing, Master Yu can stop working after drinking tea?"

"Yo, where did the wild Taoist come from!"

The official was about thirty years old, and his eyes were so small that his eyes were so small that he sneered and said: "I like to be clean when drinking tea, I say no, I won't do it. Hey, don't talk about you, it's the King of Heaven who is here. It doesn't work either!"

Qingquan rolled up his sleeves: "See if I don't beat me to death..."

Zhang Ming quickly grabbed him,

Asked: "This official, do you know when Master Yu's tea will end? We can go in after a while, without delay."

He was polite and didn't want to cause trouble directly. After all, the other party represented Nanling City and the imperial court.

Unexpectedly, this official stopped in front of the door, looked up at the sky, and smiled casually: "Hey, this is hard to say. Sometimes it is an hour, and sometimes it is two hours. It is not allowed to finish drinking tea, just It's lunch time."

"If you are unlucky, you will have to come in the afternoon. However, there is a discussion in the City Lord's Mansion in the afternoon. In my opinion, you should come back tomorrow. Don't be annoying today."

The faces of the three of them were a bit ugly, what kind of bird man, can push things to the next day with one push.

The key is that it may not be possible the next day.

"I've heard of this kind of person before, and I think it's very strange. I didn't expect to encounter the same thing in this world. Hehe, it's the same everywhere. Closing the door, procrastination, and Tai Chi are the three supernatural powers in the yamen. ."

Zhang Ming laughed instead of being angry, it seemed that he had to be reasonable again.

No way, I just like to rely on this three-inch incorrupt tongue to reason with the injustice in this world.

After all, when you move your mouth, you appear to be literate and wise, and when you move your fist, you can only appear rude and strong.

"This donor, to be honest, Pindao is a Taoist priest of the Lingshu Temple of Zhuoguang Mountain, and his name is Qinghui."

He said politely.

When the official heard the word "Zhuoguangshan" a little familiar, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said "Oh".

"Five days ago, Pindao received a notice from Zen Master Huilun of Xiaohanshan Temple, saying that this Zhuoguang Mountain had been ceded to Xiaohanshan Temple by the City Lord's Mansion for the construction of the temple."

Zhang Ming said with a slight smile.

When the officials heard the names of Xiaohanshan Temple and Zen Master Huilun, their expressions changed and their bodies stood upright.

"To be honest, because there are no pilgrims to worship the mountain, Lingshuguan has already had difficulties in business operations and owed a lot of debt. Now the move of the City Lord's Mansion has really solved our urgent need!"

Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, "Not only that, that Zen Master Huilun was merciful, and he even gave people money to pay off the debt for our Lingshuguan. He is really a wise monk."

The official smiled and said, "That's right, Zen Master Huilun is the guest of honor in our City Lord's Mansion, not an ordinary person."

Zhang Ming nodded: "We are here to deal with the delivery of the Zhuoguang Mountain deed. Since Mr. Yu has something to do, let's come back tomorrow. We will also inform Zen Master Huilun, so that he will not be in a hurry. "

Saying that, he led Qingquan and Bai Yao away.

Only at this moment did the official realize something was wrong, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly chased after him and shouted, "Hold on!"

Xiaohanshan Temple is in full swing in Nanling City, and his words are more effective than imperial decrees. How dare he offend.

He jumped up in front of Zhang Ming and politely cupped his hands: "Oh, the Taoist stayed, I was offended just now, I really don't know Mount Tai, please take a seat and talk about it!"

Qingquan glanced at him: "Isn't Mr. Yu drinking tea? Didn't you say you don't work?"

This official is also a good hand at slapping horses, so he slapped himself immediately, and said with a shy smile: "Hey, it's all my cheap mouth, I took Master Yu's idea without authorization! In fact, there is no such thing, it's the lower official without authorization. Claimed!"

Zhang Ming was a little embarrassed: "Why don't we wait for Mr. Yu to finish drinking tea, it's not an urgent matter..."

The official said in a hurry: "Don't! How can you not be in a hurry, in case more than adults have finished drinking tea and it's lunch break, wouldn't it be delayed, and there will be discussions in the City Lord's Mansion in the afternoon."

"I can't delay the affairs of a few people until tomorrow. Daoist, the lower officials have always put the people first, even if they are kneeling, I have to ask you to hurry in, business matters are important!"

Saying that, his knees softened, but he really knelt down.

Zhang Ming quickly supported him: "No way!"