Chapter 302

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Yang Shangjing was splashing ink in his study, copying the Taoist "Taishang Laojun Says Changqing Jingjing", this scripture was sent to him by Lao Cai, and there was also a note given by the Zhang family of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, which was said to have been written by a certain generation of Heavenly Master himself, and it was difficult to find.

However, Yang Shangjing always felt that this was written by the Heavenly Master before inheriting the position of the Heavenly Master, after all, the name of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain is comparable to the immortals among the people, and it is a bit inconsistent with the identity of wasting Mobao after becoming a Heavenly Master.

If before, Yang Shangjing scoffed at this kind of feudal superstition affirmation, but now that he has been sold, he can only force himself to practice a word, calm down, and among the books at hand, the words of this Qingjing Sutra are the best.

“…… Husband, people are so clear, but their hearts are disturbed; People's hearts are quiet, and they want to lead them. He can always send his desires, and his heart is quiet; Clarify their hearts, and their spirits are clear; The six desires of nature are not born, and the three poisons are eliminated ......"

Yang Shangjing was writing and chattering, trying to devote himself to copying the scriptures, so that he could forget the troubles in front of him, but the effect was obviously not good, the more he wanted to concentrate, the worse this word became, and even the muscle memory that Yang Jian had practiced for ten years was about to be replaced by his will.

In short, the brush on this paper is rotten than the words, not to mention the Jinshi, any show can hang him up, of course, if he takes out this bad word now, the local squires and scholars can tout this word to the sky, what "back to the basics", what "the avenue is invisible", how good to listen to and how to come, if there is an auction, it is estimated that this rotten "Taishang Laojun Said Changqing Jingjing" can be sold for a thousand times.

Literature and art are corrupt, and this is the way to go.

At this moment, Uncle Zhong pushed the door in, his face was full of solemn expressions, Yang Shangjing heard the door knock, put down his pen, and looked up at Uncle Zhong, who looked down at the handwriting on Yang Shangjing, took a deep breath, and then shook his head while sighing out.

Yang Shangjing's brows were furrowed: "But what news came from home?" ”

The letter asking for help, of course, was sent out yesterday, but the Yang family also has its own news channels in various places, and this kind of big family is the path of the three caves of the cunning rabbit, so the time to receive the news will only be earlier than Yang Shangjing, not later than Yang Shangjing, looking at the expression on Uncle Zhong's face, could it be that the family received the news, and after the collective resolution of several old people in the family, they plan to remove themselves from the family tree and cut off the entire Yang family?

As a result, Uncle Zhong shook his head and said in a low voice: "There is no news coming from the family now, so I don't say whether the family knows the news, or if I know, I have to quarrel for two rounds before I can have a clear understanding, where the letter in the family came back so quickly?" ”

The big family is not good at this point, there are many people, there are too many older generations, it stands to reason that the current head of the Yang family is Yang Shangjing's father, but Yang Rong was only in his seventies when he died, and he still has several younger brothers who are a lot younger than him.

"Then ......" Yang Shangjing squinted his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Uncle Zhong didn't groan, and replied directly: "It's someone from the north who went to Xu Shangyong's mansion." ”

Yang Shangjing raised his eyebrows, and then showed a strange smile: "What should I be, I expected it, why did Uncle Zhong make such an expression." ”

As early as the first day when he knew that he was betrayed, Yang Shangjing knew that his marriage with the Xu family of Wei Guogong was basically collapsed, and it was impossible for Wei Guogong to take the future of his own daughter and even the entire Wei Guogong Xu family for an illusory victory.

This is the basic quality of a politician, and it is also the basic routine of a large family, but all the families that violate this routine with a hot brain have basically disappeared in the long river of history, leaving at most a few illegitimate children and other successive bloodlines, mixed with the vast number of Qiantou.

"It's good that the young master is prepared." Uncle Zhong smiled bitterly, Rao is he watched Zhu Di, the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, ascend to heaven, Rao is he served Yang Rong, the most decisive Yang Rong in the Ming Dynasty's three Yang cabinets, for decades, but at this moment, he has no way.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook five meters, and if she does not stand in the corresponding position, she naturally cannot play the corresponding role.

"Chinese New Year's Eve Ah......" Yang Shangjing walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked up at the cloudy sky outside, and let out a long sigh.

Will he be able to see this cloud in the sky next year? After he was given more heads, did he directly travel back to the dormitory of the school, and found that it was just a dream of Nanke, or did he directly lose consciousness and leave this world permanently?

Well, as for turning into a ghost and wandering in the world, he really never thought about it.

There was the sound of firecrackers outside, although the official office was very deep, but the sound of inferior firecrackers still came into Yang Shangjing's ears, he took a deep breath, sniffed hard, and seemed to be able to smell the smell of gunpowder in the air, which belonged to the smell of his childhood.

Of course, this is an illusion, the gunpowder of this era, whether it is pure or ingredient, can not be beaten to the level of more than 500 years later, and the only ones that can give out that taste should be the ones made by the Yang family members who hang the skin of Taoist priests and do illegal things on the mountain in the south.

Yang Shangjing smiled, turned his head, and said to Uncle Zhong: "In the Chinese New Year's Eve, this official is always more festive, but because I am in a bad mood alone, I will take the entire county government to be dull, and I will be bothered by Uncle Zhong's orders. ”

Uncle Zhong pondered for a moment and nodded, Yang Shangjing suddenly went crazy the day before yesterday, and it did scare a lot of county officials, and they couldn't get in touch with the big news above, but there was something bad on Yang Shangjing's side.

Seeing that Uncle Zhong retreated, Yang Shangjing took a deep breath, walked to the table, tore the messy Qingjing Sutra he had written into pieces, threw it on the ground, picked up the pen and began to follow his memory, silently writing the "Declaration" he had read back then, and chanting while writing: "What's special, how difficult it is to compare it to the turtle five hundred years later?" Fuck your sister's religion, Lao Tzu is the successor of communism! ”