"I don't care what your mother does, so that you can take good care of the fairy chief's mount, and there must be no omissions, otherwise I will ask you!"

Song Zhutou said lightly, with a majesty in his tone, which frightened the trappers around him.

In order to make up for his merits, he personally sacrificed his small mouth to absorb venom for the county lord, and he had already made the county lord praise him for his loyalty, and later he was named by the immortal chief and ordered to do things, which was even more valued by the county lord.

Now everyone knows that he is a celebrity in front of the county lord, and he is even more valued by the immortal chief, and even the county prince has to call him "Brother Song" affectionately when he sees him.

Song Zhutou only felt that the glorious moment of his life had come, and he was very proud in his heart, and he felt like the fairy duck when he walked, swaying and swinging.

Of course, he also knows very well where everything he is currently coming from, and only by not forgetting his original intention and keeping up with the pace of the immortal can he maintain all the status quo and a better future.

Therefore, anything related to the immortal chief, he must grasp it with his own hands, do it with his own hands, do it himself, do his best, and must do it well, without the slightest mistake.

Under the continuous twelve hours without interruption, the repair work of the Taoist temple was extremely fast, and in just a few days, it was basically renewed.

Yang Zimou considered pushing the entire Taoist temple to start over, but firstly, this little bit of silver was not enough to achieve the idea in his heart, and secondly, Chi Zheng also said that it was just a simple repair, and there was no need to spend more labor.

He didn't dare to disobey the order of the immortal chief, so he had to give up, and it would be much easier to just repair it.

In three days, the Taoist temple was almost repaired.

Yang Zimou personally went up the mountain to see, touched his beard, and bowed his head with satisfaction.

The county officials, the chief secretary and other high-level county officials accompanied them, they missed the meeting with the immortal chief before, and they were very regretful, but now as soon as they have the opportunity, they immediately seize it.

Song Zhutou was helpless, so he had to bear it in the end.

"Yes. ”

Yang Zimou felt that it was okay, and the county Cheng smiled beside him: "It's just a thing." ”

"Oh, what's missing?" Yang Zimou said curiously.

"The name is missing. The county thought about it, "This Taoist temple used to have a name, called 'Qingzheng Temple', but now as an immortal Taoist temple, it can't be called that." ”

"It's a bad name, but this name has to be taken by the immortal chief, how can I wait for a layman to do it for me. Yang Zimou said regretfully.

At this time, Song Zhutou had a chance to interject, and stepped forward, "Lord County, Lord County, the villain listened to the instructions of the Immortal Chief before, this Taoist Temple has been named by the Immortal Chief, and when the Taoist Temple is repaired, you can mention the word." ”

"Oh, and that?"

The county Cheng looked at Song Zhutou's eyes even more differently, and the immortal chief really used his hands on this person.

"What is the name of the immortal chief?" Yang Zimou did not dare to slack off.

"It's called 'Square Inch View'. Song Zhutou replied.

"Square inch?"

Yang Zimou pondered for a moment, stroked his palms and said, "Good name, good name." ”

The county and others also praised: "It's really a good name." ”

"Between the square inch, the width and narrowness are free, and the fairy chief is named 'square inch', which means that although the square inch is small, there is a large tolerance, who would have thought that on this small square inch mountain, there is such a fairy character as the fairy chief?"

Yang Zimou was full of emotion, worthy of being a fairy-like master, just the name he took seemed to be full of Taoism, and he remembered a question again: "The immortal chief didn't say it, who will write the inscription?"

The immortal chief said, the inscription on the plaque is for the county lord, and the rest is not to be taken care of. ”

"This official will write an inscription?"

Yang Zimou had both self-doubt, surprise and excitement, and then adjusted the rhythm of breathing: "Is this true?"

"Lord County, how dare the villain fake the will of the immortal chief, these words were all said by the immortal chief. ”

Song Zhutou hurriedly "cried out for injustice".

Yang Zimou didn't think that Song Zhutou dared to "falsely pass on the holy decree", and dared to misinterpret the true meaning of the immortal chief, Song Zhutou had a few lives that were not enough to kill.

"Okay, come on, prepare paper and ink for this official. ”

Yang Zimou was in high spirits and waved his sleeves.

This is the cleverness of Song Zhutou, since he has been instructed by the immortal chief, he naturally has a standing paper, ink, pen and inkstone here for the first time, and immediately asks someone to bring it up.

Yang Zimou took a deep breath, held his breath, and wrote the words "Fang Cun Guan" in one breath.

But after he looked at it, he was not satisfied, and wrote ten times in a row before he took the last result.

"Hey, how can this official be virtuous, how can he be matched with the inscription of the immortal family?"

When he wrote it, he was very excited, but after he finished writing, Yang Zimou suddenly felt empty-hearted, and he always felt that there was a feeling that there was no inscription in the imperial palace hall, and the saint did not inscribe, and he actually wanted him to inscribe.

And one dares to shout, the other dares to write!

It doesn't matter who shouts, but the more you think about it, the more worried you become.

"Isn't that inappropriate?"

After writing it, in the face of everyone's praise, Yang Zimou was a little unconfident.

"Lord County, since it is entrusted by the Immortal Chief, it should be no hindrance, not to mention that Lord County's words are strong and soft, and they are strong, which is really a good word......"

Everyone said so, so Yang Zimou's confidence rose a little.

"It's all valued by the immortals......"

However, Chi Zheng was not there, and everyone touted it for a while, but they were still a little disappointed that they didn't see the true immortal, and after a while, they all went down the mountain one after another, after all, there were still things to be busy.

Yang Zimou went down the mountain and took a sedan chair back to the yamen, and as soon as he sat up and drank a cup of tea, he heard the yaman outside hurriedly come over to report: "Master, it's not good, it's not good." ”

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zimou couldn't see the people in the yamen panicking, and he was immediately displeased.

Ya Soap ignored his displeasure, and said in a panic: "Yes, yes, no, it's King Ning who is here." ”

"What, you make it clear? What King Ning is here?"

Yang Zimou was shocked when he heard this, and got up from his chair suddenly, almost knocking over the teacup.

"That's it, it's King Ning of the Northland. ”

"King Ning of the North, he, why did he come here?" Yang Zimou asked, grabbing the soap.

Ya soap said aggrievedly: "The villain doesn't know that it was King Ning's guards who entered the city and were waiting outside the yamen." ”

"Quick, quick, let him in, no, the official himself goes. ”

Yang Zimou didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly went to the gate to greet him, the guard was waiting outside in a hurry, and saw that Yang Zimou was a little impatient, so he managed to maintain the apparent etiquette.

showed the jade plate again, and basically determined the identity of the other party.

Where did Yang Zimou dare to say anything else, and immediately notified the county Cheng and the chief bookkeeper and others, but they didn't have time to wait for them, so they called a batch of soap and prepared a sedan chair to go to the ferry wharf.

The original wharf had been occupied by the soldiers and guards waiting here, and many porters and businessmen had been stopped, and there were four or five large ships parked in the distance.

When Yang Zimou arrived, the main owner was already sitting in the luxury carriage.