Chapter 207 incense scene

Cen Santai, the political envoy of Henan Province, was the observer of this grand ceremony in the White Horse Temple.

In order to be a spectator, his wife also went to the White Horse Temple to invite a three-foot-high golden Buddha home, and enshrined it in her own Buddhist hall day and night. In addition, with the addition of Wanmin umbrellas made by more than 1,000 Buddhist believers, this skinny, honest and loving adult can appear on the Futai Street in Luoyang, and put a pillar of incense on the wind and rain of Luoyang and Henan Province.

There is no other meaning for the high incense, it is just a sandalwood that is three feet long and as thick as a baby's arm. This thing is made by the monks of the White Horse Temple, the higher the incense, the more sincere the heart of the incense person. Three-foot high incense, money can't buy it.

When the tallest living Buddha statue led the many Buddha statues to Futai Street, thousands of believers dressed as ordinary people surrounded the political envoy and walked up to the incense burner on the three-zhang high platform built in front of the Buddha statue.

As soon as the envoy stepped onto the high platform, more than 1,000 believers knelt down in unison. An old man trembled and held the Wanmin umbrella and walked to the edge of the high platform, Cen Santai hurriedly leaned down and helped the old man up.

"Everyone, everyone!" The old man, who looked trembling, was quite full of energy, and the two sounds covered up the noise of the people below.

"Today was originally a big day for the Buddha's parade, thank you to all the gods and Buddhas for giving you three years of good times, and let all the gods and Buddhas see the good days in Luoyang City." The old man enjoyed the feeling of being watched. He paused, then continued:

"But—"

"But, old man, I want to say something. This credit doesn't just belong to God. We also have to be glad that Henan Province and Luoyang have Cen Santai Cen, everyone is right."

The bottom thousand people received the money, so everyone was very cooperative.

"Ji Lao is right!"

"Ji Lao said it well!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The old man stretched out his hands and pressed them down, signaling everyone to be quieter.

"We little people don't have any more money. A stick of incense for the Buddha who blesses us in the morning and evening, and an umbrella for all the people to Lord Cen Santai, and I hope Lord Cen will accept this little bit of our heart."

As soon as his words fell, a dozen believers behind him propped up an umbrella pole more than a foot high, and on top of it was a huge cylindrical umbrella made of densely packed various colored striped cloths.

"Our Wanmin umbrella is different from other people's umbrellas, we are real Wanmin umbrellas, and each umbrella is the origin and name of the people who are sent out. Let me tell you, in half a day, we collected more than 10,000 rags sent by 13,200 people in Luoyang City alone. I also hope that Lord Cen Santai Cen will continue to stay in Henan Province and Luoyang."

The old man is the behind-the-scenes boss of the largest Qinglou in Luoyang, and he spent 20,000 taels of silver to win the opportunity to come to power this time. Wanmin Umbrella is like that, and he can only sit on the details. For five nights, the girls in their three green buildings did not do business, but they did not close their eyes, and they were all doing needlework.

Although today's Wanmin umbrella is spliced with rags, the color matching is very beautiful.

Cen Santai, who was thin like a fairy, stood next to the abbot of the White Horse Temple with a red face, and the fairy wind of Dao bones was even more set off.

"For one term as an official, for the benefit of one party, it is three, it is three, and I understand the truth on the first day of study. Three stations for Henan, for the people of Luoyang to do too little, a few days ago travel, but also saw Luoyang City hungry people who are not full of food, I am even more difficult to eat, all night long. I can't stand this umbrella that represents the official voice."

A word.

"Adults work hard day and night for Henan, and we naturally feel the same way. Today, Lao Er is here to say a big thing, for the hungry people in the city, we are also willing to donate 100,000 taels of silver, and specially ask the adults to give porridge to the homeless. If the adults don't take the umbrella, won't it chill the hearts of all the people in Luoyang City? It also chilled the hearts of many adults in the political yamen? Please think again."

With that, the old man knelt down directly.

The people below were also very cooperative, "Your Excellency, please think twice." It's like an old man's bug.

"Never, never. Herdsmen were originally the duty of the imperial court. Let all the people be fed and warmly clothed, otherwise what can you do with this official hat? What's the use of me as a parent? Your people's life is not easy, and this people's umbrella can be accepted by the officials, but the 100,000 taels must not be accepted."

Resign.

"Your Excellency! If you do not take it, will you not watch the widows and lonely people in the city wail day and night, and they will not be fed? If the adults don't accept it, wouldn't they have let down the hearts of the young and old people in Luoyang City in vain." After all, the old man is old, and he talks a lot, and his voice is loud, and when he talks about it, his voice crackles a little.

"No, no, no. This is absolutely unacceptable. I'm here to give you a salute."

Cen Santai walked to the front of the high platform in a serious manner, but he didn't even look at the old man kneeling on the ground, tidied up his clothes, and respectfully saluted everyone.

Three words.

"Amitabha." The abbot of the White Horse Temple, Yongxin, who had been standing next to him for a long time, finally found the opportunity to speak, shook his staff, and walked to the front.

"Those who are officials are dedicated to the people, and those who are for the people are dedicated to goodness, and Luoyang has become a Buddha country on earth. For this reason, please ask the old monk to congratulate the adults and the people."

Hearing this, Cen Santai also shook his sleeves, arched his hand towards the sky and said:

"Congratulations to the blessed king!"

Everyone didn't speak, still waiting for his next sentence, but I didn't expect it to be gone!

Ahem, the goatee master next to him coughed twice, but Cen Santai was mistaken, and he thought that his wife's henchmen were urging him to collect money.

"Since it is a piece of kindness from the people, master, please put away the 100,000 taels of silver tickets. The official hereby promises that I will use every tael of silver on the people of Henan."

It was finally done successfully, and the old man who took the lead and the abbot of the White Horse Temple finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

The abbot hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his palms together:

"Amitabha, Lord Cen invites me to come forward with the old man and offer high incense to the Buddha."

"Good! Okay!"

Cen Santai received 100,000 taels of silver, and he was in a very comfortable mood, Luoyang, a broken place, is getting poorer and poorer, and he can't squeeze much oil and water all year round, and the officials below are also a group of poor ghosts, and he is inevitably scolded by his wife. At least today. With these 100,000 taels of silver, I won't go home today, by the way, what about the Jiangnan skinny horse that the owner of the Qinglou found for himself?

Thinking of this, he also greeted the old man who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Mr. Ji, you come along."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Old man Ji hurriedly got up and followed behind Cen Santai.

Abbot Yongxin respectfully took a three-foot high incense stick from Xiao Shami's hand and handed it to Cen Santai. Then he glanced back at Old Man Ji.

"Donor, there is only one high incense, you can use a petal of incense with your heart, how about it."

What else can Old Man Ji say?

Cen Santai took a step forward, and suddenly one hundred and ten monks rang the chime, wooden fish, drum, and bell, and the remaining one hundred and ten monks began to chant in unison.

The tens of thousands of people in the audience were also infected, and they involuntarily bowed their heads, and only the sound of chanting scriptures remained in the larger field.

"Help, Daddy help~~~Daddy help~~~"

"Miss Run~~Miss Run~~"

"Feng Dengshi, you are a bastard, you really dare to rob the girl with this king!"

"Shiziye, Shiziye, there is no size to play, let's tie, this is the last girl, I can't catch it if you can't take a fancy to it."

Feng Dengshi and Zhu Yousong sat on the sliding pole carried by two strong men, and rushed towards the field with their own servants and maids while scolding.

In front was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a goose yellow jacket on a horse.

"Feng Wang Ba, if it weren't for you." Zhu Yousong stood up directly on the sliding rod.

"If you hadn't seen it, you would have had someone steal all your horses? Do you still have a face?"

"Lord Shizi, if you don't get started, you can still chase it out of three miles."

"Up! Come on!" Feng Dengshi also stood up, directing the man who was carrying the sliding pole as if he were standing on a carriage.

"Is it because the General Garrison Mansion didn't give you enough food?" These men also want to find their way through the crowd and get around from the free place. But he didn't want the housekeeper knife in front of Zhu Yousong's sliding rod to pull out, waved his hand in the air, and went directly in a straight line.

There were so many people that the girl on the horse was forced to stop.

As soon as he stopped, he was directly pulled off the horse by Zhu Yousong's fat maid.

"Daddy............" the girl shouted heartbreakingly.

At this time, Old Man Ji, who was standing on the high platform, vaguely felt that this voice was very familiar, as if it was his own girl. He just wanted to turn around and take a look, but was stopped by Cen Santai rudely.

"Don't be disrespectful." He is not familiar with other people's voices, but he knows the voice of the Zhu family.

Unexpectedly, he had just inserted Gao Xiang into the incense burner, but Zhu Yousong and his group had already pushed the girl onto the stage.

"Throw in the towel!" Zhu Yousong didn't care what place it was, and he didn't care who the people who were watching him were.

The fat girl grabbed the girl, and the family stood behind him, and he looked at Feng Dengshi proudly.

But I didn't expect that if I didn't pay attention, the girl bit the fat girl's hand, and as soon as the fat girl let go, the girl ran directly towards the old man Ji. Hiding in the middle of Old Man Ji and Cen Santai, who had just turned around.

"Dad~~~"

"Qing'er, why did you get here?"

"I, my mother and I were waiting for you in the ashram of the White Horse Temple, but I didn't expect this big bad guy to come." She returned to her all-powerful father, and suddenly came back with confidence.

"Dad, hurry up and report to the official, this person has arrested a lot of girls, all of them are ...... ......."

Zhu Yousong tied all the girls he caught behind him, and the little girl was thin-skinned and couldn't say anything.

As soon as Old Man Ji saw it, he knew that there was a big trouble, this was simply an existence that Luoyang City couldn't mess with.

"Plop!"

He rushed straight up and knelt down.

"Shiziye, Shiziye. If you need a girl, I'll find you ten, and you'll see if it's okay." When he saw that the girl in his family was still standing there stupidly, he quickly pulled his hand and knelt beside him.

Cen Santai was about to bow his head and hide his face and leave the scene quietly, but he was seen by Shizi.

"Cen Santai, don't kneel down when you see this world?"

As he spoke, he sat directly on Old Man Ji's body.

Fortunately, hearing the name of this demon king of the mixed world, the people in the audience have already quietly run away. No one dares to look at this excitement, who knows if it will be seen on their own heads.

"Help the little lady up, it's uncomfortable on the ground." Zhu Yousong said to his maid.

"Come to me." Old man Ji under his ass was a little excited, but he was slapped on the head by Zhu Yousong.

Cen Santai walked over with a twist and said:

"Wechen has seen the prince of Fuwang. The minister remembered that there was still some urgent matter in the yamen, so he would not serve in front of the prince."

"Good, good, good!" Zhu Yousong nodded.

"Since my parents are here, let's go." A sack covered it, and the fat girl carried it and left.

"Qing'er~" When the people were there, Old Man Ji didn't dare to speak, and walked away, so he cried and shouted.

"My lord, my lord, you have a big face, do you want to ......?"

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly crawled over on his knees and hugged Cen Santai's trouser legs.

Cen Santai squatted down and said with a smile:

"Isn't it a good thing that you say that you are also the father-in-law of the world? What's the matter, the skinny horse of this official?"

"How can you say that, I'm just like that......

"Old man Ji, what's the matter?" Cen Santai smiled even brighter.

"The official has no face today, where do you think the official should get it back. The official will go back to the yamen now, and give you an hour's time. Lao Ji, haven't you heard the county order of the skinning Taishou and the destruction of the door?"

Old man Ji was cold and shivered.

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"Isn't that the way to death?" One of them, who looked to be the catcher of Luoyang Mansion, put his waist knife on the table of a bean flower shop in a remote alley.

The small shop is not large, only three tables, and can seat more than a dozen people. Now there were two men and a woman on the table in front of him.

"Uncle Dou, hot bean curd, another flatbread."

He grew up in Luoyang since he was a child, and this alley is from a snack to a big one, and he is naturally very familiar with the boss.

"Xu Yirang, Mo Jinghui, you can also taste it, it tastes very good."

The two people on the other side were also not polite, and said to the old man who brought the side dishes:

"Boss, like him, give us one for each person."

"Cao Liangyin, if you say so, Xiao Fuqi is crazy now?"

The three of them were all students of the first phase of the official school, and they were all recruited by Jinyiwei.

"When are you going to leave for Naturalization City?" Xu Yirang was different from the two of them, he came to Henan to summon displaced people to the Naturalization City. The work was not going well, and the local homeless people would rather do hard labor for King Fu than believe him. I couldn't finish my own work, but I was temporarily caught by my superiors to help these two.

"How do I go, do I go there empty-handed?" Xu Yirang's work was not smooth, but the whole person was very open.

"Mo Jinghui, how are you there?"

"It's not bad, I originally studied medicine in school, and now I can treat King Fu's concubine, don't you know......" She originally wanted to say that you don't know what wounds I saw on my concubine's body, but suddenly found that this seemed inappropriate, so she stopped.

"By the way, Boss Qin is back. Let me tell you to go to the backstreets tomorrow night."

"Then let's disperse when you're done." Xu Yirang hurried up the progress of eating.

"I haven't finished the homework left by Boss Qin last time, what about you."

The two of them didn't speak, they were both grabbing the rice.

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Zhu Yousong was so tired that he couldn't walk, so he got off the carriage and lay down directly in the soft sedan chair.

"An Xun, send more than a dozen little ladies to the leopard room by this king, and send the toads over by the way. Also, tomorrow you take this king's post and ask that second fool, just say that this king misses his sister, and ask him to come over to this king as soon as possible."

After speaking, he kicked the bar in front of him with his foot, signaling that the sedan chair driver could move forward.

As he walked through the flower room, he seemed to hear two maids talking there.

"Hey, why is this stinky girl hiding here with a thrush."

"Sister, did you say that the emperor is really going to choose a concubine?"

"Silly sister, what do you think, even if you choose, it won't be your turn to be a little girl."

"Stop." Hearing this, Zhu Yousong suddenly stopped the sedan chair. The two maids were also kicked out of the flower room by the guards, and knelt there trembling with a pale face.

Zhu Yousong ignored them, but waved his hand impatiently to let them leave quickly.

Suddenly, he felt that his behavior today was very stupid.

"The emperor is a person who wants to be a concubine for all women in the world, not like me, a prince who is not up to the bottom of a vassal king, and has to do it himself for a woman."

"Go to Mr. Ben."

As soon as Bian Shiling got up from sleep, he heard Zhu Yousong's voice at the door.

"Sir, I'm coming."

Fortunately, this prince is still polite at least to himself.

Zhu Yousong walked in, except for the smell of smoke, the whole room was quite tidy, but it was just a bed, a table and a chair. Where then does the king sit?

"Please be seated." Bian Shiling motioned for Zhu Yousong to sit on the chair in front of his desk, and he moved a wooden stake from outside to come in.

Zhu Yousong wanted to say that Mr. Bian's life was quite hard, but he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't care about the education and habits of greeting people since he was a child.

It was Bian Shiling who spoke first.

"What has the prince been busy with today?"

Zhu Yousong didn't lie, and he didn't have to lie, so he told what he did today. He also knew that his actions today would definitely attract the rebuke of every master.

It doesn't work to give money. The original teachers would perform two dramas in front of King Fu, "Wealth can't Yin" and "Risking death to admonish".

"The Son of the World did something wrong today." As soon as Bian Shiling spoke, Zhu Yousong was ready to stand up and leave, and it was this again.

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