"Hey, it's just a little monk, Lord Mountain God, I pity them and let them settle here. I also specially explained that they rang the bell every day to relieve my boredom, and these monks were also obedient and did not dare to stop for a day. A hint of unnaturalness flashed on the shrew's face, but he quickly straightened his stomach and said triumphantly.

Qiu Ping hurriedly sent another sycophant, making the shrew float more and more.

"Lord Mountain God, when are we going to pick fruits?" Qiu Ping didn't like the environment here, and the sound of the temple bells always made him feel a little dangerous.

"Don't worry, it's still early, let's wait, the best time to pick chayote is late at night, there is a lot of knowledge involved here, you probably won't understand what I said, listen to me." The shrew waved his hand, looking like he was very knowledgeable.

Although Qiu Ping's heart became more and more strange, he still nodded and followed the other party up the mountain.

Not long after the two of them left, at the foot of Huangzhong Mountain, there were four young men carrying soft-bottomed sedan chairs and walking steadily towards the mountainside. On the side of the sedan chair, there were also a few young people dressed as scholars.

Now it is the Chinese New Year, and many people and nobles in the vicinity have rushed to the Luohan Monastery to offer incense in order to seek good luck. I heard that the Buddha enshrined here is quite effective, so although the Luohan Monastery has just been built, it is already famous in Changning County.

They have been quite lively along the way.

"Brother Ranran, I heard that you are known as a poet, why don't you write a poem when you pass by this Huangzhong Mountain today?" As they walked up the mountain, one of the scholars was laughing with the people beside him, but suddenly he made a proposal.

If Qiu Ping is here, he will find that this "Brother Ran" is actually Jing Xinghuai, who dreamed of his dream in the ancient well that day.

Jing Xinghuai, the word is clear.

"Poetry is just a small way, and articles are the way to govern the country. Jing has sworn that unless the examination room answers, he will not write poems again before he is admitted to the Jinshi. I can be happy because of the scenery, but I don't want to lose it because of the scenery. ”

Jing Xinghuai laughed and excused himself.

Everyone was still about to agitate, but they heard a light cough from the soft sedan car.

Xinghuai's remarks are reasonable, although peace is still there, but the court has seen the accumulation of disadvantages. You have to eliminate the disadvantages of the court, instead of indulging in beautiful words all day long, delaying the good time of your youth in vain. ”

A middle-aged man with a thin face lifted the sedan curtain and spoke softly.

As soon as he said this, everyone was immediately silent, and they didn't dare to say anything incoherent.

Because this middle-aged man is the current Hanlin of the imperial court, the champion seventeen years ago, and the world-famous genius Pei Tao.

He is also the chief examiner of the Qingzhou Township Examination this time, and the teacher of these readers in front of him.

"Xinghuai, talk closer." Pei Tao beckoned to Jing Xinghuai.

Jing Xinghuai hurriedly stepped forward, and the other lifters next to him looked a little envious and jealous, he could be favored by Pei Shi, as long as he could be admitted to the Jinshi in the future, he would definitely be able to soar into the sky.

Because of Pei Tao's status and age, it is almost a sure thing to enter the center of power in the future.

"The article you wrote in the autumn and said: 'The ruler of heaven thought that he was the people', which made me feel a little insightful. However, I see that there are many unfinished meanings in your words, and now you and me, what kind of gullies in your hearts can be told to me. Pei Tao spoke softly.

In this township test, Jing Xinghuai's writing is not outstanding, but the level of the crane tail. But the ideas contained in his article are very appetizing to Pei Tao.

Therefore, he deliberately pointed the other party as the sixth place Yakui.

Jing Xinghuai straightened out his thoughts, combined with some of the revelations he had received from that mysterious god and his own thoughts in recent times, and listened to them all.

……

In the blink of an eye, the moonlight was barely visible in the middle of the winter night, and the thin mist covered the sky, but it was just stealing chickens and dogs...... Oh no, it's a good time to pick fruit.

The shrew covered the lower half of his face with a strip of rag, and sneakily ran along the corner of the temple.

Behind him, a three-foot-tall child tiptoed after.

"Mountain God ......" Qiu Ping's face darkened, and he didn't look like he was going to do any serious work.

"Shhhh Don't use your supernatural powers for a while. The shrew turned around, quickly asked Qiu Ping not to speak, and cautiously glanced around, making sure that no one had noticed, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He climbed the courtyard wall of the Luohan Monastery with a snort, and Qiu Ping followed suit.

The interior environment of the Luohan Monastery is very complex, with a scripture hall, a tower, and a monk's house...... But the shrew seemed to have entered its own home, and along the way, it was not discovered by anyone.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two came to an orchard.

Before he got closer, he smelled a strong fragrance. On the orchard, there is a faint brilliant Buddha light Sanskrit emerges, if there is an invasion of foreign enemies, it will immediately be counterattacked by the Buddha's ban.

"Little loach, grab my tail." The shrew pouted its buttocks, revealing a small tail that looked like bean sprouts.

Qiu Ping was a little disgusted, but he still pinched the other party's tail with his fingers.

"Hehe, let's go in and pick the fruit." After Qiu Ping grabbed his tail, the shrew swooped forward and turned into a phantom along with Qiu Ping.

Qiu Ping only felt that his body was slightly stagnant, and then as if he had passed through a layer of bubbles, he instantly passed through the barrier of the Buddha's light prohibition and entered the orchard.

There are dozens of fruit trees growing in the garden, and the fruit trees are full of heavy, golden chayote, a small part of which is ripe and exuding a rich fragrance.

It seems to be ripe for a woman, exuding a seductive smell.

The shrew's saliva was dripping when he saw it, and a lewd smile appeared on his face, and in a few steps he climbed a fruit tree, holding a whole ripe chayote and swallowing it in a big gulp.

Qiu Ping also moved his index finger at this moment, climbed the nearest fruit tree in a few steps, sat on the branch, hugged the chayote and ate it.

"Click, click."

"Whoa, whoa."

In the quiet orchard, there were two more big rats, and they ate heartily.

The most hateful thing is that one of the black rats still has its own scale space, even eating and taking, but in the blink of an eye, the originally golden orchard has become like a dog bite, and there are broken branches and leaves everywhere.

Even on the trunk of the fruit tree, there were two clear front tooth marks.

"Hiccup...... Eating too much. "The shrew lay on its back on the ground, its stomach as stretched out like a hill, and almost burped to vomit all the food it had just eaten.

Qiu Ping is much more rational than him, he only ate three chayote, and the rest were all included in the scale space by him, and he went back to eat and digest it slowly, and also avoided causing waste.

So don't look at the shrews that eat too much, in fact, most of the heads in this orchard have been taken away by Qiu Ping.