The Multiverse Starting from White Deer Plain

Turn left and right, and walked through several moon gates.

Finally arrived at the small courtyard.

"Master Bai, please, Master Zhang is waiting in that wing."

The servant bowed.

Bai Gui nodded and knocked on the door of the wing.

Squeak.

A small door opened.

"Father, please come in."

When he saw Bai Gui for the first time, Daochang Zhang frowned slightly. This was the first time he saw this person in the Wu Mansion, but when he saw that he was dressed in a suit that seemed rich or noble, he quickly invited him in.

Layman is a term given to those who have not become monks and practice Taoism.

For example, Li Bai is the layman Qinglian, Li Qingzhao is the layman Yi'an, and Su Shi is the layman Dongpo. Lay scholar is also a title generally given to gentry such as scholars.

As for ordinary people, they are good believers and donors. (Donor is not just a Buddhist term)

"Daozhang Zhang, I am a student of White Deer Academy, and Mr. Zhu is my husband. The last time I saw Daozhang Zhang, he and your teacher visited my teacher. Now I don't know why Daozhang Zhang came to Wu Mansion?"

Bai Gui got straight to the point and said directly that I am Mr. Zhu's disciple and a descendant of an old friend.

Zhang Daochang suddenly understood. He looked much closer to Bai Gui. With a smile on his face, he said, "It's nothing, it's just for that one thing..."

He sighed and said nothing, but he said everything.

Or that thing?

Bai Gui immediately remembered Mr. Zhu's petition before the county examination, which caused a sensation in the entire Qin Province at that time, in order to demand the pardon of the laborers who built the mausoleum. However, Mr. Zhu's petition was intercepted by the officials of Qin Province.

Now, Daozhang Liu and Daozhang Lin are gone, and only Daochang Zhang is seen running around silently.

Yes, Zhou Ying is related!

Her connections can directly lead to the court, so it is normal for Daoist Zhang to come to see Zhou Ying.

but……

For the sake of the lives and fortunes of so many people in the Wu family, Zhou Ying would flatly refuse even if she couldn't bear it.

This matter is so unlucky!

The reputation of some scholars must be taboo when killing scholars. Now that the Qing Dynasty is weak, it is inevitable to take some things into consideration. But there is no need to taboo about killing a mere merchant. In addition, Zhou Ying is also the adopted daughter of the Queen Mother of the West. Others have not yet written a letter about this matter. However, Zhou Ying would be unfilial if she dared!

What's more, Zhou Ying and the Wu Mansion are enough to give face. If ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, it will be okay the first time, but the second time they will close the door and thank the guests, and drive them out with sticks if they dare to break in. It is already good to have Zhang Daochang enter the house. .

"Where's Taoist Master Mao?"

Bai Gui changed the subject. He didn't dare to get involved in this matter. His current status seemed good, but he was far from being able to interfere in these matters.

The most valuable thing about people is self-awareness!

If you want to be unjust, feel free to draw your sword!

But there is injustice everywhere in the world now, and even if you draw your sword, you will look around with confusion!

As for the other young Taoist priest from Maoshan who followed Taoist Master Lin, he also learned his name during his days at Bailu Academy, and his name was Mao Xiaofang.

"He and his master opened a Fuxi Hall in Ganquan Town next to the mausoleum to save lives and heal the wounded. Some injured laborers could go to him for medical treatment."

Daochang Zhang sat on the chair and said.

Seeing that the topic had reached this point again, Bai Gui could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. He advised: "Daozhang Zhang, Mrs. Wu won't help you. You see, she hasn't come to you for so long, and her meaning is already obvious. .”

"How could a poor man not know about this..."

Zhang Daozhang looked bitter, "But all I can do is pray for them, chant sutras, and ask for help..."

He also knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion.

However, there are some things that you still have to do if you can do your best. You cannot stop without doing them.

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Soon after, Zhang Daochang saw that the waiting time was almost up and gave up. Perhaps, the moment Bai Gui saw him and persuaded him, he gave up. He raised his legs and stood up. , said to Bai Gui, "Junior Bai, Pindao is currently living in the Wanshou Eight Immortals Palace. If you want to find Pindao, you can come. Pindao... I will take my leave."

He also saw that Bai Gui came to him because he might have something to ask for or wanted to ask something. But seeing this scene, I didn’t feel comfortable speaking.

Daozhang Zhang opened the door, took long steps, and left.

He held his head high and his clothes were fluttering, as if he had put something down invisibly or picked something up.

…

Return to the living room.

The sky was getting dark, and a kerosene lamp was lit in the living room.

There is still a noble lady playing the piano with beautiful notes.

"Brother Bai, what happened to you and Daozhang Zhang?"

Wu Huaiyuan saw the servant leading Bai Gui over, and stepped forward to ask. He had just learned something from Zhou Ying. While he admired Daozhang Zhang, he also secretly felt lucky. Fortunately, Zhou Ying did not agree to Daozhang Zhang.

Although it is said that Zhang Daozhang's actions may inevitably lead to the Wu Mansion being plunged into a situation of eternal disaster, no matter how you look at it, there is some evil intention.

But..., if you think about it for a moment, you will understand that those who dare to do it are not afraid of these things, and those who dare not do it have no worries about these things.

At least Daozhang Zhang was just asking, not forcing him with words or anything like that.

"Daozhang Zhang will not come to your mansion next time."

Bai Gui was still chatting and laughing with Wu Huaixian, Liu Mingda, and some dignitaries and noble ladies in a friendly manner, but in his heart, he found it difficult to be happy and became much duller.

It's just that he is good at detecting people's hearts, and he doesn't show anything on his face. He is still as good at talking as when he first came here.

"Hey, in fact, our Wu Mansion is also a benevolent house. Whenever there is a disaster every year, our Wu Mansion will donate money and provide food and porridge. However, there are some things that no one dares to do or cannot do. We also have to pay attention to this. Proper…”

Wu Huaixian was afraid that Bai Gui might have something on his mind, so he whispered.

"I believe in Brother Huai's character."

Bai Gui raised the goblet again and clinked glasses with Wu Huaixian and others one by one.

The red wine entered my stomach and I was slightly tipsy.

It was getting dark, and the cultural salon was over. There was originally going to be a dance, but the ladies present were very restrained, and most of them were unwilling to have physical contact with others, so the dance came to nothing. .

However, a foreign woman from the Rakshasa Kingdom performed ballet.

The dance is graceful.

The three of them helped each other out of the Wu Mansion and boarded the carriage together.

The Wu Mansion also prepared a room for drunken guests, but the normal school studies were very heavy. After discussion, everyone still felt that sleeping in Datongbu was more comfortable than the wing room in the Wu Mansion, so they prepared to go back to the dormitory of the Normal School together.

"Wait a moment."

When he arrived at the door of a bookstore, Bai Gui called to the groom.

He trotted in, his face flushed with the afterglow of drunkenness, and said to the shopkeeper: "Hello, do you have any collection of foreign poetry?"

This is a provincial capital, and the bookshop has a comprehensive range of books.

There have always been translations of foreign poetry, but the circulation is smaller.

When he returned to the carriage, he already had in his hand a collection of poems by Amei Kenguo, which was translated by an anonymous person and was written as "Quotations of Western Poets".

He flipped through it and found the poem.

Emily Dickinson, a poetess from Kenya, wrote the poem "If I Never Saw the Sun" in 1872.

A very short four lines, the first two lines are:

"Had I not seen the Sun."

"I cound have borne the shade."

He looked at it and closed the book.

Fell asleep.

He forced himself to drink and fell asleep.