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There was nothing to say all night, and the assassination of the demon clan did not come after all, which made Wang Xubai happy.

If the demon clan comes, if you fight with these people, you may be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Early the next morning, the three Taoists left as soon as dawn, Wang Xu didn't dare to follow, and he didn't know where they went.

It's just that from the direction, it's not the West Lake Dragon Palace that I'm going to, maybe I'm going to eat early.

At dawn, the liveboat docked, and Wang Xu also followed.

In this era, West Lake has not yet become a holy place for morning jogging, because it rained lightly last night, there are not many people in the morning, and the shore is a little muddy.

Wang Xu was dressed in a white moonlight Confucian suit, full of energy, standing on the shore and looking at the center of the lake.

At this time, there are nearly 20 days before the West Lake Dragon King holds the Qixi Poetry Meeting, and the West Lake Dragon Palace has not surfaced from the bottom of the lake, and it has appeared on the West Lake in a grand manner.

If the West Lake Dragon Palace doesn't come out, Wang Xu has to go in by himself.

It's just that I don't know if the Dragon Palace guards will let him in more than half a month in advance, if he comes to the West Lake Dragon Palace for refuge, it will be embarrassing if he can't even enter the door.

"It's not yet time for the West Lake Dragon Palace to open, so I have to visit in advance to be formal, and there must be a post."

Wang Xu glanced at the West Lake, and then glanced at the Dragon King Temple not far away, and had an idea in his heart.

There is a saying of incense in the Confucian world, but in orthodoxy, only the sages of the Confucian world and the dragon clan can accept the worship of all peoples.

Even the temples of Buddhism and Taoism pursue a policy of not suppressing and supporting, not demolishing temples, and not encouraging people to believe in religion.

The Dragon King Temple on the edge of the West Lake is dedicated to the Dragon King of the West Lake, where hundreds of thousands of pilgrims can be received every day, and the incense is prosperous.

Wang Xu has nothing to do with the dragon clan, he can't jump into the water, he has to swim to the Dragon Palace of West Lake.

That's impossible, the West Lake Dragon Palace said that it is under the water of the West Lake, in fact, there is another cave, there is no water division, there is no dragon king post, and you can't swim.

If outsiders want to enter the Dragon Palace, the only way is to be handed a prayer post at the Water Temple, burn incense and pray, burn the worship post, let a wisp of green smoke go straight into the Dragon Palace, and wait for the good news of the Dragon King.

The Dragon Monarch of West Lake sensed that it was not actually the Dragon Monarch of West Lake, and the Dragon Monarch was the same as the emperor, managing the waters of the south of the Yangtze River, and he had already died of exhaustion in everything.

The burned-out prayer post should have turned into green smoke and flew into the Dragon Palace, floating in the cabinet of the Water Mansion, on the book case of the ministers of the Water Tribe, and after the cabinet members composed of water demons tried it, it was submitted by the Prime Minister of the Turtle, and it was presented to the Dragon King if he felt that it was important.

Wang Xu estimated that with his fame and the excuse of participating in the Qixi Poetry Meeting, as long as the worship post was seen by Long Jun, he should not ignore him.

"Long Jun is on top, Xiaosheng Wang Xu, I heard that Long Jun will hold a Qixi poetry meeting in West Lake on the occasion of Qixi Festival, and I am here to disturb..."

Wang Xu first complimented West Lake Longjun a few words on the post, and then pointed out that he was here to participate in the poetry meeting.

In the end, as soon as the voice changed, he said that he had come early, and he had no relatives here, and there were not many entanglements on his body.

After writing the post, Wang Xu exhaled.

It has been four days since Zhenguo wrote the poem, and with the information of the West Lake Dragon Palace, it is not difficult to know that he is here to take refuge.

It's just that the king of Hades is easy to provoke, and the little ghost is difficult, and it's good that the worship post can be handed over to Long Jun, but if it can't be delivered, it will have to take a lot of trouble.

"Trouble Miaozhu, help me send this prayer card to the Water Mansion."

Wang Xu came to the Dragon King Temple and handed the worship post to the temple in the ancestral hall.

Miaozhu is a middle-aged man, dressed as a sacrifice, snorted after hearing the sound, and reluctantly took the post.

When I opened it, there was a silver ticket of 10,000 taels in the worship post, and Miao Zhu's face suddenly improved a little, and he said approvingly: "In our Jiangnan realm, there are not 10,000 in the Dragon King Temple, but also 8,000, and the petition written to the Dragon King every day is piled up higher than the mountain." This begging for a son, that begging for wealth, the people begging for a smooth wind and rain, and a talented man begging for a fifth son to go to the department, how can the dragon prince see it.

You, you're a smart person, and you don't have any guarantees, this post will definitely appear on your adult's incense case. As for whether the adults will present it to the Dragon Lord after seeing it, then I dare not guarantee it. ”

Miao Zhule put away the post and looked at Wang Xu with a smile.

Wang Xu understood in an instant, took out a silver ticket of 100,000 taels, and said softly: "Kid Wang Xu of Jinshan Mansion, I also want to add an everlasting lamp to my mother." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the Dragon King loves filial piety the most, and your sincerity will move you." The temple wishes a deeper smile, a lantern that only consumes ten dollars a day, and 100,000 taels of silver can light the lantern for 30,000 years.

If you really want to talk about it, the ever-bright lamp in the hall will be replaced in a hundred years, and 100,000 taels of silver will earn it 99,000 taels, how can the temple not laugh.

Wang Xu also smiled, this money is for a little ghost, the unspoken rules are the same everywhere, if you don't take care of the people below, why should people help you.

Didn't you read the temple and say it, the daily petition can be piled higher than the mountain.

Isn't it normal to forget a few folds when you send them?

Even if you haven't forgotten it, when you send it to the adults in the Water Mansion, the adults will look at it, and what standard will they use to determine whether this fold should be presented to Long Jun or not to be shown to Long Jun.

Cats have cat paths, rats have rat paths, unless you are the protagonist, you can see Longjun if you want to, otherwise, let's follow the rules.

Long Jun, it's really not that easy to see.

"Adults bother, I still have my father at home, and the son of man is filial, so he can't be filial to his mother and ignore his father."

"Makes sense, makes sense!"

Wang Xu and Miaozhu looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

The latter sentence is Wang Xu's promise, as long as my greeting post can be sent to Long Jun, there will be 100,000 taels of silver later.

100,000 taels is not a small amount, you must know that Wang Xu invited a fourth-order perfect monk to sit in the glass factory through Jinshan Temple, and it is only 100,000 taels of sesame oil money a year.

One hundred thousand taels of silver is enough to make the fourth-order masters of the two families of Buddhism and Taoism desperate, although the Dragon Palace has a big family, a good thing that you can get 200,000 taels of silver by handing over a post, I am afraid it is not often encountered.

The matter of the post was done, and Wang Xu's mood was relieved.

However, the worship post is only the first step, and when you get to the Dragon Palace, you can't be empty-handed.

The dragon clan is rich from all over the world, and its financial resources are so strong that ordinary people can't imagine.

Ordinary things will definitely not be able to enter the Dragon Palace, the eyes of all dragon sons and dragon girls, befriending these people will win with wonder.

Wang Xu thought about it, there is something new, and you have never seen it, and you think it is fresh, and you have to rely on glass products.

Over the years, the glass factory has been producing glass beads, which does not mean that the glass factory can only produce these.

In fact, as early as a few years ago, glass mirrors, glasses, and glass pots have been fired.

didn't get it to sell on the market, because Wang Xu was worried that it would be too dazzling, and only the glass beads business could provide the Wang family with a net income of hundreds of millions of taels of silver in a year, and then expand the market of the glass industry, that is, playing with fire and self-immolation.

Today, unlike in the past, the poems of Zhenguo have been written, and the assassination of the demon clan has also come, plus the entrance examination is about to be lifted, and it is impossible to be low-key if you want to be low-key.

In this case, fortunately, I will be more high-profile, and use this Qixi poetry meeting to let the outside world see the heritage of the Wang family.

If I can take this opportunity to take the big ship of the dragon clan, I can do anything with a small wind and waves.

"There are birds in the south, which have not chirped for three years, have not flown for three years, and soar into the sky, and have a blockbuster."

Out of the Dragon King Temple, Wang Xu looked at the blue waves of the West Lake and whispered: "The era that belongs to me will eventually come, soon, soon, give me another two years." ”

At the end of August, he will be promoted to the next year.

At that time, there is a nameless golden book as the backhand, the demon god does not come out, and he dares to fight the idle demon king.

This is the only point that the bird enters the jungle and the dragon returns to the sea.

In the future, if he becomes a great Confucian and becomes the leader of the literary world in the southern Shilin, it is not that Wang Xu is afraid of others, but that others want to avoid him.

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