"Then it's up to Cai Zhizhou."

Hearing Cai Huiwen's words, Su Hao also knew that the other party was preparing to delay time so that he could contact the Kong family and other families, but he had no intention of refusing, this time the matter was not small, but it was not big enough, and it was impossible to pull the Kong family and other families off the horse.

Since these families can't be completely solved, they can only ask for justice and come back, although the whip did not hit his face, but his whip was not in vain.

"Then Cai, let people arrange it."

Seeing that Su Hao didn't seem to have the intention of being entangled to the end, Cai Huiwen breathed a sigh of relief, if Su Hao really wanted to make a big deal about it, no matter what the result was, he, the Zhizhou, would definitely not end well.

Seeing Su Hao leave, Cai Huiwen hurriedly sent several henchmen, some to Yanzhou Prefecture, and some to Qufu......

…

Qufu, Xiguan Street.

A quaint and solemn mansion.

"Master, you have to save Hua'er."

A beautiful woman in a grass green skirt cried so much that she was born beautiful, but at this moment she has an extra weak temperament.

"Shut up!"

Kong Yinfan shouted coldly: "Let you restrain him more on weekdays, you have to listen, now it's okay, it's a big disaster!" ”

was suddenly drunk by Kong Yinfan, and the beautiful woman quickly closed her mouth, just looking at Kong Yinfan with teary eyes.

"I'll go talk to my brother."

After pondering for a moment, Kong Yinfan said.

After finishing speaking, he left the house and walked towards the Confucian Mansion not far away.

…

"Brother, what should I do about this?"

After telling the matter again, Kong Yinfan said with a heavy heart.

As the younger brother of Kong Yinzhi, the holy prince of Yan, he is more aware of the court's attitude towards the Confucian family, the Confucian family, as the source of Confucianism, already has a prestige that other families cannot match, so the imperial court is also extremely jealous of the Confucian family.

This time the matter is not big, but it is not small, once the other party makes trouble in the court, the face of the Kong family is not good-looking.

"You and the others should go to Jining Prefecture."

After thinking for a while, Kong Yinzhi said lightly: "Try to keep things down, now the court is not peaceful, don't make things happen to the court." ”

"Hmm."

Kong Yinfan nodded.

…

On the other side, Su Hao was led by the state government officials to settle down in an inn next to the county government, and after settling down, seeing that it was still early, Su Hao walked into the car and walked onto the street.

As an important node of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, it naturally occupies the right time and place, with ships coming and going, and north-south traffic, which has created the prosperity of Jining Prefecture, compared with the nearby Juye County

Jining Prefecture is not only cleaner, the streets are more spacious, the buildings are taller, the streets are full of all kinds of shops, and the goods are dazzling, not only from Shandong, but also from Jiangnan and Beijing, and cheaper.

Most of the pedestrians who come and go are ruddy-faced, compared to Juye County, where most of the yellow faces are thin, it is like two worlds.

Syllable!

At this time, a crisp and loud sound woke up Su Hao.

Turning his head, on the high platform set up in the middle of a slightly elegantly decorated teahouse on the side, an old man in thin clothes was photographing Xingmu.

Storyteller?

Su Hao was slightly stunned, the shopkeeper of this teahouse is willing to do it, this storyteller is not so easy to invite, not that the cost of inviting a storyteller is high, but because there are few storytellers, and the famous storytellers are mixed in Fucheng or some big cities, although Jining Prefecture is prosperous, it is still much worse than Fucheng, and there may not be storytellers resident.

Storyteller is also a handicraft work, the famous storyteller goes, says that the money he earns, is not less than the famous characters of the theater, and the poor learning and art are difficult to mix even three meals, please be famous, just the round-trip fee is a lot of money, if the teahouse business is average, it is likely that the day will not only drink in vain, but also have to lose money, as for the famous, unless it happens to live in this vicinity, otherwise the teahouse will not go all the way to invite.

"Last time, I talked about the side door, this time I will talk about the White Lotus Sect who made trouble here not long ago......"

At this time, the sound coming from the teahouse attracted Su Hao's attention, so Su Hao also walked into the teahouse and ordered a pot of tea and a few pastries.

At this time, the storyteller's voice sounded again: "This White Lotus Sect is also an orthodox religion that persuades people to be good, hundreds of years ago, the Pure Land Sect originated from Buddhism, created by the monk Mao Ziyi, and its real name is the White Lotus Sect. ”

It was only later that after the development of the White Lotus Sect, it embarked on the evil road, and the doctrine called for "universalizing the people who are honest at home", forming a large number of professional disciples with families, called the White Lotus Taoists. Because they are monks at home, they do not shave their hair, they do not wear monk's clothes, and they are also known as Taoist people who do not shave or have hair monks, and over time, the nunnery has become the private property of each family, and the father dies and the son succeeds him, and it is passed down from generation to generation. ”

"There are tens of thousands of believers in this nunnery, and there are thousands and hundreds of less, which eventually caused the court of the previous dynasty to prohibit it, and since then it has turned from light to dark, and has developed in the dark, without the leader on the surface, the belief in each nunnery has become confused, and some have changed to worship Maitreya Buddha, preaching "Maitreya is born", and over the decades, the gods and goddesses have become extremely complicated, including the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Palace, the King of Hell of Hell, and the sages of the world. ”

"Old man, we're not here to hear you say this, we're going to hear where the White Lotus Sect's thaumaturgical immortal methods come from."

At this time, a tea guest coaxed.

"That's right! Right! We're going to listen to those thaumaturgical immortals. ”

Several other tea guests also followed suit.

"Don't worry, guest officials, let's talk about the old decay, and when it comes to this, I have to say that there is no old mother......

The storyteller is quite skilled, the story is told, and everyone gradually becomes addicted to it.

However, Su Hao, who was sitting in the hall, found that something was wrong, because there seemed to be a strange fluctuation between Mr. Storyteller's words, which made people involuntarily indulge in it, and he was no longer telling a story, but preaching the belief and doctrine of the lifeless old mother.

"The evil devil is outside, and he dares to confuse the public with evil words!"

At this time, a roar exploded like thunder, instantly sweeping away all the strange fluctuations in the teahouse!

"What a lion's roar!"

Seeing that the spell was broken, the storyteller also stopped, looked at the outside of the teahouse and said lightly: "Presumably the layman is Fang Qianhu of Jinan Mansion." ”

"The remnants of the White Lotus Sect dare to take their heads, and this official will take your life today!"

At this time, a burly man wearing a flying fish suit and carrying an embroidered spring knife at his waist walked into the teahouse, and the majestic figure was like the pillar of optimus, which made the whole teahouse dark all at once.

"Huh!"

Hearing this, the storyteller shook his head and chuckled, and the next moment, billowing green smoke came out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, most of the teahouses were filled.