The next day, the sky was bright, three teenagers knelt at the door of the village chief's house with three thorns on their backs, and a piece of log about two feet long was erected at the door of the carpenter shop diagonally opposite, as thick as a bucket, and it seemed to be poplar wood from the bark. From time to time, he looked up at the three teenagers, and if the teenager turned his head, he would see the angry face of Carpenter Zhao.

The three teenagers began to kneel straight, with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, and they died generously, Li Jiacun is like this, if he makes a mistake, even if he has been forgiven by others, punishment is still necessary, this is what Li Jiacun cares about.

Carpenter Zhao admired in his heart, and many truths were not related to how much knowledge or status they had. Suddenly, an impulse was born, and this impulse moved me, I want to do something for this village, just for these people of Lijia Village who abide by the principles of death. Ten years of hypocrisy and hypocrisy suddenly dissipated, especially after yesterday's conversation with Chen Wenbo and the village chief, I, Zhao Siwu, admired Confucianism, and guarded Lijia Village under the order of the master.

With a casual swing of the axe, the bucket-thick giant log snapped.

Carpenter Zhao raised his feet and crossed the hurdle that had trapped him for more than ten years.

The young man's heart will not last long, Li Zude looked back, and happened to see the whole process of the axe falling off the giant wood, opening his mouth wide, his eyes were shocked and motionless, like a mud sculpture, when he saw Zhao Carpenter smiled mysteriously at him, he suddenly turned his head and raised his hand to cover his mouth, and the young man's heart was shocked.

Chen Wenbo and the village chief walked out of the courtyard gate, and when they saw the three teenagers like this, they couldn't help but smile: "The three of you send the incense burner back to your respective places, put it in front of the door and leave." ”

The three teenagers immediately agreed, and the young man named Zu De looked at Carpenter Zhao deeply, and when he saw Carpenter Zhao nodding at him, he was overjoyed and walked away, much faster than his companions Liu Huan and Zu Cheng, and the other two teenagers shouted "Zu De, slow down" while chasing away.

Seeing the teenagers leaving, Zhao carpenter grinned at the village chief and Chen Wenbo, as cute as the villagers of Lijia Village, difficult to distinguish from each other, and then raised the axe, a cold flame came out from the axe blade, in the eyes of the two, it was another axe swing, dripping freely, it seemed to split the ten years of depression with an axe, awe-inspiring righteousness rushed out of the sky, was splitting on the broken wood, bursting into the sky smoke and dust sawdust flying like a thunderbolt, until the dust settled, a bright brand new incense burner was impressive, its face was smooth and clean like a mirror, as if polished thousands of times, carved inside the simple pattern, in order to gather incense, carved seal text outside"Land Commander".

Carpenter Zhao picked up the incense burner, held it in front of the village chief, and said respectfully: "Villagers, Zhao four or five families, donate a land temple incense burner." ”

Both of them were shocked!

In the afternoon, the Li family ancestral hall, a moment, warm sun, shelter from the wind.

Several old people in the village, but there are more Chen Wenbo and Zhao Siwu.

After a few hours of collision, the Li family and the outsiders, the old and the young, on the road and those not on the road, reached a consensus.

Lijia Village was renamed Luoxia Village, Chen Wenbo's family became villagers, bringing a large amount of gold and silver, Lijia Village began to remodel, build a large number of buildings, redivide farmland and water conservancy, the village was demolished and rebuilt, the real feng shui layout began, and the blessed land that had been hidden for thousands of years began to brew, waiting for the opening ten years later......

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Dachen Guodu, spring February, Hanyang, early in the morning, the city gates are wide open, dozens of flying horses gallop out, all are high-quality horses, the foot strength is not under the stagecoach, two by two, each person inserts a long flag on his back, with the wind is fierce, on the book "Patrol Sima", these patrol Sima is under the jurisdiction of the post road patrol envoy, in February every year by the Dachen State subordinate to the Ministry of Industry of the supervision of the general yamen, according to the state governor of the yamen, the capital of the Governor's Mansion and the Ministry of War Sima at the end of the year submitted to the map of the state and county of the Emperor of Dachen, the annual post station inspection route, including along the road states, counties, counties, The verification of the names of towns and villages, the status of post road post facilities, horse racing ranging, post station guards, post horse management, etc., the post roads of Dachen State have strung together all the prefectures and counties directly under the central government.

Jeju originally belonged to the Great Liang State, mountainous, the roads were not smooth, the military horses were slow to move, the Great Chen State seized the opportunity, hit the Great Liang State by surprise, conquered the Jiyang Mansion of Zhou County, and the Great Liang State was slow to return to the aid, but the general trend has gone, and strategically took the initiative to abandon Jeju, hoarded heavy troops to guard the Lintong Xiongguan, and blocked the Dachen Iron Cavalry that was in the limelight. Changsuseong, the originally small county seat of Jeju, became an important military town of Daechen State, and 50,000 soldiers were stationed here. The two sides have become a pair of positions, each increasing its guard and coveting the other's mistakes.

In accordance with this, the post road from Hanyang to Jeyang, as well as the county roads in Jeju, have all been upgraded, and the villages along the way have been rebuilt, and Yangqi Town happens to be on this post road. Sima, the patrol in charge of Hanji Road, scrupulously abided by his duties, and found the village logo of Luoxia Village in the north ten miles of Yangqi Town, but found that no case had been made, so he recorded and reported it and won the commendation of the household department.

Since then, Luoxia Village has appeared on the topographic map of Zhongzhou for the first time, with labor service, military service, household registration, and field tax.

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But it was said that the little monk in the monk's temple, the next day he saw the new incense burner at the door, he was grateful, as if he had an epiphany, chanting constantly every day, cleaning diligently, and the temple was refreshing. Later, the monk who broke his robe came here, he was very surprised, he was surprised by the laziness of the old monk, and he was even more surprised that the little monk's state of mind was so peaceful, and he was ordained for it personally, and the little monk became a disciple of the monk who broke the robe, and the Dharma name was empty;

So alone in the monk temple, since then the temple incense is flourishing, worship the Buddha good men and women in an endless stream, admire a lot of Zen masters, hermits, even the chief Zen elder of the Dachen Huangjue Temple also come to this altar to say the law, the broken robe and foot monk still do not eat a basket and a meal in the temple, every morning the dervishes in the town and the surrounding villages, the pace is still three feet three inches, not in a hurry, everywhere you go, preach Buddhism, over the soul, no one feels that the monk clothes and look down on him, he is everywhere, the people around him are like a spring breeze, such as a Buddha light.

The original old monk was inspired by it, and he was no longer lazy and sleepy, but hung up his degree and walked the world with a hat and a bowl.

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said that the city god of Yangqi Town, and the next day I saw the incense burner cleaned up and brushed with oil, and I also replied to the king of Hades with gratitude, and swore that I would do my best to protect Yangqi Town.

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Speaking of the clear void view, the old Taoist did not sleep all night, slightly dawned, then got up and came to the main hall, burned incense in front of the Sanqing statue, lit candles, took out a charm, borrowed candle fire incineration, and sought a trace of heaven in the ancestor. Looking at the red and swollen left hand, the dull pain pinched again, and then he was happy, and he was even more ecstatic and shouted the great opportunity, and burst into tears.

Early in the morning, Lingxu Dao Chang went out to sit in front of the stone steps, waited quietly, and finally saw a young man holding a brand-new incense burner in the sunshine, going up the steps, halfway, suddenly looked up, saw the old Tao sitting on the steps and smiled at him, quickly put down the incense burner, three steps turned into two steps, and shouted while running: "I just see that your incense burner is too dirty, help you clean it." Lao Dao hurriedly shouted, "Don't run, don't fall, the poor road has a relationship with you, and I will accept you as an apprentice." "The boy ran faster.

Lao Dao shook his head, still no chance, went down the steps, picked up the incense burner, and walked up happily. Looking up, the master burned the fire and the Taoist came.

If you do good, you will have a blessed fate, and if you correct your mistakes, the blessings will be even worse.

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Just ten years after Chen Wenbo left the capital.

In autumn and August, a large ordinary carriage drove out of the west gate of Hanyang City, the capital of the Great Chen Kingdom, two green mules, there were two large wooden boxes and some luggage above the carriage, and the driver was an old servant, dressed in old clothes, a man looked wilted, riding a horse and following him, and there were packages on the back of the horse. At first glance, it was a dilapidated family who couldn't get along in the capital, and they returned to their hometown. The gatekeeper gave a sympathetic look and did not check. The shops outside the city did not pay attention to it, and along the way, they met the young man who came to the capital to seek a future in the capital, and the young man with his eyes above the top was not only disdainful, but secretly warned himself: Only those who have achieved fame will be remembered, and do not get mixed up in such a field.

Emperor Chen Guo, Chen Jiarui finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed in his heart: "Child, the luck of Confucianism for thousands of years is staked on you!"

The three horses and a cart, after traveling thousands of miles to the west, turned to the southeast, and two thousand miles, and I don't know when, the old slave was gone, the big car was replaced by a small car, turned to the northeast, and then traveled three thousand miles, a distance of several hundred miles walked six thousand miles, three months later, a man who was in the dust, drove a dilapidated carriage, drove into Yangqi Town, and stopped at the Yuelai Inn.

The man jumped out of the car, it was a thirty-year-old man, after a hundred days of travel, he had lost a lot of weight, but his body was more straight, and his spirit was more energetic, not like the embarrassment of being displaced, he lifted the door and helped a woman with ordinary appearance and simple clothes, holding a baby in her arms, and walked into the inn.

The shopkeeper asked for an ordinary room, settled down, and a man had already brought a meal, and the two of them had eaten.

The man said, "It's this town, damn it, we should get to the place." As he spoke, he took out a small mahogany box from his luggage, which was exquisitely made, and after opening it was a compass, adjusting the angle, he couldn't help but say happily: "It's not far from here." When he saw that the woman frowned, he was relieved and said, "That boy is more blessed than this one, and he suffers from running around at such a young age." ”

"Hey, it's not my own child after all. ”

"But don't, whoever made our mission is like this, raise this child, and the favor will be repaid. When we get here, we will have a few more children, and I will farm and spin yarn and live a stable life. ”

"I don't know whose child this is, forget it, it's pitiful, but the cause and effect of the father's generation falls on the child. ”

The next day, the carriage left the inn, traveled ten miles north along the post road, saw the name of Luoxia Village, and went straight without hesitation. The road in and out of Luoxia Village is not smoother and wider than before, and the four new bridges are tall and strong.

The man looked back at the baby in the woman's arms and laughed heartily: "Oh my God, we're home!"