Chapter 122: Dustless Tells Stories
The reward of the king of Qin reached Taiyi Mountain, and rewarded the six towns around Taiyi Mountain as Taoist fiefdoms, without paying tribute or collecting taxes. The two heads of the Taoist family were rewarded as the protectors of the Qin State.
The person who came to reward him was Lu Buwei, the prime minister of Qin, because he happened to be on the way.
"What did we do?" Wuchenzi and Xiaomeng glanced at each other, did the fifth day humanitarian order work?
"The king specially asked me to express my gratitude to the Taoists, if it wasn't for the Taoists' actions, the Qin State would be in danger. If it weren't for the Taoist action, my 50,000 soldiers of Daqin would have nowhere to stay. LΓΌ Buwei sighed.
Although Wuchenzi and Xiaomeng didn't know what was going on, they were already used to this kind of inexplicable benefit.
"Lu Xiang is serious, Taoism grew up in the Qin State, so naturally he has to do his best to brute force." Wuchenzi said with a smile.
Lu Buwei looked at the two of them with calm faces, and admired them even more, this is the example of the hundred schools of thought, he is not arrogant, and he is worthy of being a Taoist master.
"Actually, this time, there is another matter to discuss." Lu Buwei said that when he saw the indifference of Taoism's achievements, he was more confident in the fact that he had written a book and said it.
Wuchenzi frowned, my Taoist family has closed the mountain, the matter of Flame Spirit Ji and Snow Maiden has nothing to do with us, it is impossible for us to go out of the mountain to help Qin, and we can't poke this hornet's nest with hundreds of families.
"My Taoist family has long been closed and no longer cares about the world, I'm afraid I won't be able to help Lord Xiangguo." Wuchenzi directly refused, we just want to be gou now, and never take the initiative to cause trouble!
Lu Buwei looked at Wuchenzi and sighed, even Chang Yu's conspiracy Taoist knew that he was probably already aware of his own book. Taoists don't want to provoke Confucianism, don't they really have a chance?
Lu Buwei sighed, his figure was a little gloomy, even if he was the prime minister of the Qin State, what was the use, after all, he would not be able to enter the circle of hundreds of schools and would not be recognized by them.
Wuchenzi looked at Lu Buwei, after all, people are here to give gifts, and it is not good to send them away like this. So he said: "Taoism has a lot of experience in health preservation, Lord Lu Xiang is not as good as a few days, and let my Taoist do a little bit of landlord friendship." β
"Then there will be labor." Lu Buwei thought that it was okay to go back to Xianyang, so it was better to stay in Taoism for a while, follow Taoism to learn health preservation, and strive to live for a few more decades to see his grandchildren start a family.
"Senior brother, please take Lu Xiang to rest." Wuchenzi looked at Xiaoyaozi and said.
Or they are older people who can talk together, especially Xiaoyaozi is almost sixty years old and looks still in his forties, which can teach some experience to Lu Buwei.
"What did Flame Spirit Ji and Snow Maiden do?" After Lu Buwei left, Xiaomeng looked at Wuchenzi and asked.
Wuchenzi also has no clue, how do I know what they did, let them go down the mountain purely to brush their faces in front of Baijia and tell Baijia that we are still alive.
"I thought you'd send someone to keep an eye on you!" Xiaomeng was also stunned, don't you care about your own sword servant?
"I'm not a child anymore, why do you want to send someone to keep an eye on it?" Wuchenzi replied, and said that there were so many people staring at them now.
"Then do you want to send someone to investigate?" Xiaomeng asked again.
"As long as they're not hunted down, leave them alone." Wuchenzi said, if he is hunted down, naturally someone will come to Taiyi Mountain to report, and if he is not hunted down, it is not a big deal.
"I probably know why the Snow Maiden has never been a real celestial." Xiaomeng said speechlessly, it's already very good to have such a master as you, and there is no waste.
"I'm going to tell a story!" Wuchenzi said.
Telling stories to Matsushita every day is already a daily compulsory lesson, and I can't let my disciples down.
"What is Uncle Master going to say today?" Qing Xuzi had already taken a pole of disciples of the Second Sect of Heaven and Man to guard the welcoming Panasonic, after all, there was nothing to play in Taiyi Mountain.
"Today we will tell the story of the golden city horse." Wuchenzi sat down and said.
"What is this?" LΓΌ Buwei looked at the welcoming Panasonic Wuchenzi and the disciples, and asked Xiaoyaozi who was accompanying him.
"Taoist disciples have no other pastimes after practicing, so the head of the sect will come here on time every day to tell the disciples some strange things to pass the time." Xiaoyaozi stroked his beard and said.
"May I hear it?" LΓΌ Buwei also came to be interested.
"Naturally." Xiaoyaozi said.
LΓΌ Buwei and Xiaoyaozi also sat behind the disciples and listened.
"It is said that in ancient times, there was a monarch who liked horses very much and was willing to exchange his daughter for a thousand-mile horse. But three years have passed, but not a single horsehair has been seen. So his guard said, "Leave this matter to me." The monarch thinks, then give him a try. The guards gladly accepted the order, but by the time the guards found the horse, the horse had already fallen ill and died. The guards thought that they would definitely die if they went back empty-handed, so they bought the horse bones for 500 gold. Wuchenzi said, and nodded at the same time to Lu Buwei.
"It's not the same to buy a horse bone and go back, but to be killed?" A disciple asked puzzled.
"Yes, the monarch reacted the same way you did." Wuchenzi smiled at the disciple who asked the question and said.
"And the result?" The disciple asked.
"As a result, the monarch really killed the guard, and the story ended." Wuchenzi said with a wicked taste.
βγγγγγγβ Lu Buwei and all the disciples have a black line, a good horse bone in the gold market, and if you say so, Guo Kui and King Yan Zhao's coffin board will not be able to hold it down.
"Of course it's impossible, the monarch really wants to cut down this guard, but this guard said with great difficulty to save himself, people heard that the monarch is willing to buy even a dead horse with five hundred gold, let alone a living one? The king will be suspicious, or the guards will be hacked to death. Wuchenzi continued.
"Or are you dead?" The disciple froze, he felt that the guard had a point.
"Well, it's not skinny, and when the king heard the guard's words, he broke his leg, and said, If someone sends thousands of horses, you will live, and if not, you will still die." Wuchenzi said.
Disciple (???????? Π`??)?? It's better to die if your leg is broken.
"Sure enough, within a year, many people sent good horses, and there were several horses, but the guard still died!" Wuchenzi said.
"Why?" All the disciples were puzzled, didn't they say that they could live if they sent it.
"Why, it is said that it is ancient times, who can live until now." Wuchenzi said.
Disciples (???????? Π`??)?? You know, if it weren't for the fact that you were the master, you would be dead by now?
"The head of Wuchenzi is usually like this...... Funny? Lu Buwei felt that if he could beat him, he would definitely go up and hack him to death. Believe it or not, the coffin boards of Guo Kui and King Yan Zhao must be smoking out now.
"So, did you learn from this story?" Wuchenzi asked pretending to be profound.
The disciples were stunned, except for hacking you to death, we have no other feelings.
"So you can't be the leader!" Wuchenzi sighed, then looked at Lu Buwei and asked, "Has Lord Lu Xiang attained enlightenment?" β
Lu Buwei frowned, he also knew that it was Guo Kui who used this to persuade King Yan Zhao that he had the capital to compete for hegemony in Yan Kingdom. But what did he realize?
"Alas, life is as lonely as snow, and it seems that Lu Xiang is not a fellow person." Wuchenzi sighed and walked away.
After pretending to be forced to run, the old Taoist tradition is over. As for what to realize, you ask me how I know, it's just a routine, just like listening to the end of a book, wanting to know what happens next, and listening to the next breakdown.