Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhan Shifu has set up an altar.

Under the huge high platform, firewood was prepared, and the pile of firewood piled up like a hill.

In Zhu Houzhao's words, since you want to move the heavens, you must be moved to the end.

If Daoren Li couldn't pray for rain, then he had to use more drastic methods, such as... set a fire and burn Daoren Li to Lord Dragon.

As early as hundreds of years ago, Prince Zhu Houzhao had already understood the incentive mechanism of employees, and Fang Jifan expressed his appreciation for this.

Li Chaowen... cried again.

These days, although the tears have been shed dry, but after hearing these truths, he feels that his tear glands can still squeeze out some more liquid.

Fang Jifan looked up at the high platform, which was ten feet high, and it was very spectacular under the golden sunlight, especially eye-catching.

Zhu Houzhao stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and while looking up at the high platform, he also saw the blue sky with no sign of rain at all.

Will it rain on such a day?

Zhu Houzhao was very confused, he couldn't help looking sideways at Fang Jifan, and couldn't help asking: "Is it really going to rain?"

"Yes." Fang Jifan nodded solemnly, and said solemnly: "We have to trust Nephew Li, he is ready to risk his life."

Zhu Houzhao sighed faintly: "Master Yang and Master Wang are very angry now."

Master Yang and Master Wang are naturally Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the two Zhan Shifu Zhan Shi and Shao Zhan Shi are about to vomit blood now.

Fang Jifan was expressionless and unmoved.

It has nothing to do with him whether they vomit blood or not.

"I also heard that Master Wang is very worried. It seems that something happened to his son."

Wang Shouren?

Fang Jifan was a little dazed, which one is this Wang Shouren acting in?

"It is said that he has hysteria."

"Oh." Fang Jifan chuckled dryly. Based on what he knew about Wang Shouren, hysteria was definitely not present. He reckoned that he was thinking about things again. Ah, no, a thinker like Wang Sage should be thinking.

"Old Fang, I feel that..." Zhu Houzhao hesitated for a moment before saying, "I feel that tomorrow's rain prayer is not reliable, and I feel that something will happen..."

Fang Jifan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, my nephew, you are not afraid of death. Are we cowards? We are friends, we share blessings and share sorrows."

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan contemptuously. Fang Jifan patted his ass and ran away, leaving him alone in the warm pavilion. The scene is still fresh in his memory!

"I don't believe what you said. You are a person with a brain disorder. Then you can't pretend to be sick, and the matter will be over."

Uh...it seems, do you really want to?

Fang Jifan's face blushed slightly, and then he said firmly: "I am not such a person, why does Your Highness miss me so much!"

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Longquan Temple.

What happened in Beijing has inevitably spread to Longquan Temple.

A Taoist tiptoed to Zhang Chaoxian's room and whispered a few words quickly.

Zhang Chaoxian couldn't help but smile contemptuously, without even raising his eyelids, he just said indifferently: "Tianzheng, look at the sky, is there any sign of rain?"

The Taoist named Tianzheng hurriedly said: "Master, no. It has been dry for more than two months, and there is no sign of rain yet."

Zhang Chaoxian snorted coldly and said, "Then Li Chaowen jumped over the wall in desperation. He was greedy for the property in the temple. He is a scum of Longquan Temple. He knew he was going to die, so he wanted to put him to death and live later. That's why he risked the world. No, I want to pray for rain, I want to reverse the situation."

As he said that, Zhang Chaoxian laughed out loud, his wrinkled face was full of sarcasm.

"A trash like Li Chaowen dares to fight with me. Just this trash is worthy? Does God mean that it will rain when it says it will rain?"

Thinking of this, he felt more and more ridiculous. Naturally, Li Chaowen couldn't ask for this rain.

He just sits and waits for a joke.

However, the next moment, he couldn't help shaking his head again.

Zhang Chaoxian thought to himself: "The only thing to be feared is that uncle, who has been conferred the title of Uncle Xin, so it's not easy to provoke him."

So, he stood up slowly and walked to the window sill, from which he could have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Yuquan Mountain.

The beautiful scenery made him feel relaxed and happy, and the worries in his heart were swept away immediately, and he couldn't help but speak slowly.

"Send another sum of money to Beijing, and ask the head of the Daolu Department of the Ministry of Rites to expedite the revision of Li Chaowen's Taoist records, heh... praying for rain... what a joke."

"yes……"

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Praying for rain is about to begin.

The entire capital has also been blown up.

In the East Palace, even a few streets away, you can still see the high platform standing inside the high wall.

The temporary high platform soared into the clouds, and it was particularly magnificent under the shroud of golden light.

The news was spreading everywhere in the neighborhood.

It's just a pity that Fang Jinglong is about to travel far away.

He felt so much reluctance in his heart, he couldn't bear his son, he couldn't bear the bragging joy of Jingli and his old friends, he couldn't bear to bear with so many people.

But he knew that he had to go to Guizhou this time, not just

Because of the holy order, but because the Fang family earned their family business by making meritorious deeds. His father and grandfather were all built from the dead with a knife and a gun. shade.

I should do the same. Relying on the sword, light and sword shadow on the battlefield, I escaped death and earned a greater future for my son. What he did was just the way of his ancestors, but what he left behind was more kindness from his descendants shelter.

So Fang Jinglong didn't want to stay too long, but resolutely chose to set off.

Those who accompanied him were all old brothers whom he had selected in the army, those old guys who pinched Fang Jifan's thin arms and legs at Fang's house during the Chinese New Year and made great comments.

Some of them are taciturn, some are missing arms and legs, but they all have the same advantage, that is, they have been in the army for a long time, and they know everything about the army and the battlefield. It is impossible for them to go out to help.

They may not be useful in war, but they are all good at training.

At the pier of the canal, several official boats with black awnings are floating on the water. They have been waiting for a long time, and the soldiers have already saluted and boarded the boats.

When Fang Jinglong left, he didn't wake Fang Jifan up. He hoped that his son would sleep for a while. When his son grew up, he still expected him to carry on the family line and give birth to ten or eight children. Don't dare to disturb him.

His son was in Fang Jinglong's heart, and Fang Jinglong looked back at the capital with a feeling of licking the calf, as if he could see his home through the city wall and countless roof ridges.

Today, Fang Jifan's five disciples got up very early, they knew that Master was going to travel far away, as grandsons, ah no, Master and grandson, how could they not come to see them off?

Everyone in Tang Yin bowed down and saluted: "Master, please go slowly."

Fang Jinglong sighed, patted their shoulders, and said with a sigh: "You... you have worked hard."

My son, I know it. Thinking about these scholars, I feel very uncomfortable for them. Once entering Fang's house, the depths are like the sea, and only Fang Jinglong understands the hardships involved.

The five disciples were all numb.

At this time, listening to the footsteps on the side crossing the trestle bridge, he said in a low voice: "I heard that Uncle Xinjian is the one who was appointed by the new imperial edict. It is said that the one who has made great contributions, and His Royal Highness, will pray for rain tomorrow."

"Can it really rain?"

"Look at the sky, can it rain?"

"If it doesn't rain, isn't it a joke?"

"Shh, speak carefully."

...

Their voices were not loud, but Fang Jinglong heard them clearly, his old face blushed, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Is this going to be seen as a joke?

While thinking about it, he couldn't help looking at Tang Yin and the others, his gaze swept over their faces one by one.

I thought they would be the same as me, but the five disciples were all looking at their noses, noses and hearts, and they didn't seem to be touched in the slightest!

Fang Jinglong nodded secretly, these guys are amazing, they don't change their color before Mount Tai collapses, they have the style of generals.

"gone."

He took a deep look at the capital, and resolutely boarded the trestle bridge, leaving the five masters and grandchildren with a generous back.

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In the distance, Fang Jifan looked at the pier, looking for his father's boat, which had left the pier and was cruising downstream.

In fact, Fang Jifan got up early, but he couldn't see the scene where father and son were separated. Watching the boat go far away, Fang Jifan took a breath and looked up at the sky.

The sky was still clear and clear, Fang Jifan couldn't help feeling guilty, and asked secretly in his heart.

will it rain

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he was too much of a mother-in-law.

At this time, it doesn't matter so much. At this point, you have to believe in yourself.

The most important thing is to have confidence in your nephew!

Early the next morning, at dawn, Fang Jifan rushed to Zhan Shifu.

As for Zhu Houzhao, he was holding an almanac in a daze. When he saw Fang Jifan, he quickly waved to him: "No, no, today is not an auspicious day."

You know, praying for rain is to choose a good day and auspicious day. Zhu Houzhao obviously lost his confidence again, scratching his head, his face is more bitter than bitter melon.

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with an anxious face, and couldn't help comforting him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we are Buddhists praying for rain."

"..." Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly changed, and he threw away the book in his hand. He stared at Fang Jifan with a pair of bright eyes, and felt the urge to strangle Fang Jifan to death.

"Are you Taoist or Buddhist? You are going to kill me!"

Fang Jifan hurriedly took a few steps back towards Zhu Houzhao, a slight smile appeared on his handsome face.

"We are cultivating both Buddhism and Taoism, Your Highness, hurry up, we are about to start."

Zhu Houzhao felt like he was on a pirate ship and couldn't get off.

He roared in his heart, this is the rhythm of being cheated to death!

Under the high platform of Zhan Shifu, almost all the subordinate officials and eunuchs came.

The subordinate officials headed by Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua raised their heads and stared dumbfounded at the high platform, and at the bottom of the high platform, Li Chaowen, who was weeping and tied up by five flowers.

Their hearts are broken.

Liu Jin and the others seemed very curious. The eunuchs believed in this more, and they covered their mouths and whispered in low voices.

In fact, not only was it inside the East Palace, but even outside the East Palace, it was already overcrowded. Many people looked at the high platform in Zhan Shi's Mansion from a distance through the high wall.

It is said that to

At noon, it is time to open the altar, when the time comes, pray to the gods to rain down the nectar.

Therefore, many spectators paid attention.

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