Chapter 142

"Cough, cough, cough."

Liang Qu was choked by the tea and coughed incessantly, taking two deep breaths before recovering.

He looked at the old monk, full of disbelief.

Perfected Form Realm?

The Perfected Form Realm that can suppress a prefecture and a government, and is worshipped as a general when entering or leaving?

So fierce?

The old monk smiled: "How about it, do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"No, no, Master, drink tea, drink tea."

Liang Qu laughed it off and still refused, leaning back in his chair and changing to a more comfortable posture for conversation.

He could see that this old monk was quite easy to talk to, just looked scary, but he really had no intention of becoming a monk.

"Haha, this poor monk really didn't misjudge the person. Benefactor is a person of temperament and is not moved by external things or power."

The old monk praised him.

Liang Qu scratched his eyebrows: "Then Master, since you are so powerful, why come to our small county town? There are no big temples nearby in Pingyang County to communicate with, and the only one was dilapidated decades ago, just a piece of broken walls."

The old monk didn't mean to hide anything: "I came to kill."

Liang Qu's eyebrows jumped.

Not to mention that a monk killing people is against common sense, wouldn't the person who can make a Perfected Form expert travel thousands of miles to kill also be a Perfected Form expert?

In a small county town, not only are there six Hunting Tiger experts, but also two Perfected Form experts?

Is a county town so terrifying? Experts are clustered together; does it not let people develop steadily?

Seeming to see Liang Qu's strong desire for knowledge, the old monk spoke frankly.

"It's not as terrifying as you think; just a few evil monks from the Great Snow Mountains.

I witnessed them using people as livestock and refining corpses into gold when I reached Yongzhou, and they were promiscuous. I had a fight with them.

The leader was very powerful, but he has already been executed. Only two people escaped by luck. By the time I chased them to Qingzhou, only one remained. Although I was injured and my dantian was broken, he was definitely not my opponent.

Later, Daoist Ge Jianhong of the Louguan Terrace calculated a hexagram for this poor monk, calculating that the person had left Qingzhou and moved to the Huaiyin Prefecture area, so I came here to find him."

Liang Qu scratched his head. Why did he have more questions the more he listened? He didn't quite understand.

Lower Dantian broken?

The place where a martial artist stores his blood energy; wouldn't it be useless if it were broken?

But martial artists in this world refine the "root," using their own "root" to influence the "root" of the outside world. The strength of the Perfected Form "root" might have another explanation.

Liang Qu knew about the Great Snow Mountains; he had just read about them in the booklet, and his memory was very clear. It was the source of the Jianghuai River.

Few people go in, and few people come out.

It sounds like the old monk in front of him is a ruthless character who kills to protect life and cuts karma, not people.

Liang Qu wanted to get more information, but the old monk had already closed his eyes to meditate and had no intention of talking anymore.

"In that case, Master, you have nowhere to go for the time being?" Liang Qu rubbed his hands, a smile appearing on his face, "Exactly, my small house was built not long ago, and the east and west wing rooms are empty. If you don't mind, Master, you can stay here and look for people slowly."

Although the old monk is a Perfected Form expert, Liang Qu has no intention of investing in others.

But no matter what, he is the most awesome person he has ever seen, so it's best if he can stay.

The old monk pondered for a while. He had traveled all the way here and indeed had no place to stay, and he had made no progress in finding people, so it was better to rest here.

"Yes!"

So early the next morning, the craftsmen who came to work saw an old monk in the residence.

His patchwork robe was washed white, and he was terrifyingly thin, different from the white and fat monks he usually saw.

When greeting, his skin stuck to his face, moving with his bone structure, which was quite creepy.

Liang Qu went to the kitchen and shouted: "Auntie Zhang, remember to make an extra portion of vegetarian food in the future! Send it to the Master in the west wing room. Make more; the portion should be bigger than mine."

A Perfected Form martial artist must eat much more than Liang Qu, a small martial artist.

Auntie Zhang, who was cooking, responded, and seeing no one around, she pulled Liang Qu in and spoke in a low voice in the kitchen.

"Proprietor, logically I shouldn't talk too much, but you are a very good family, and I can't watch you commit a taboo."

Liang Qu was puzzled: "How so?"

"This monk, his yang energy is strong. The Liang family only has you as a male descendant; you can't suppress it, and it's easy for things to happen!"

Liang Qu laughed, wondering what it was.

It's strange to say that Buddhism is prosperous in Jianghuai and other places, and there are many temples, and many people believe in this stuff, but if they want to build a temple nearby, they are absolutely unwilling.

The biggest reason is the so-called "yang energy." They believe that having a monk temple nearby will lead to the family not easily giving birth to boys, or that it's easy for male descendants to have accidents.

But Liang Qu doesn't believe this.

Even if it's true, he has the Inside Ze Ding with him; can this thing rush to the Inside Ze Ding?

Don't look at who is engraved on the Ding; even if Shakyamuni comes, it won't work.

After breakfast, Liang Qu refined blood in the quiet room once, then ran to the stable to lead out Chishan.

Today is the day the new county magistrate tours the green dragon, and he has to go to the academy in the afternoon to accept the new county magistrate's assessment; he can't not show up.

By the way, he can broaden his horizons; it's his first time seeing a new county magistrate take office.

Liang Qu put Chishan in the martial arts hall stable and walked to the new government office.

It was already surrounded by people watching the excitement, and the newly painted walls of the county government office still had a unique smell of lime.

Liang Qu mixed in the crowd, not knowing where the new county magistrate would come from, and followed everyone to watch the excitement.

Once the third quarter of the Chen hour arrived, there was an uproar in the crowd.

"He's here, he's here, the county magistrate is here!"

"Where?"

"East side!"

"Oh my, look over there! That carriage, see it!"

Liang Qu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a carriage driving quickly from the street. It was not the one he saw on the first day, just an ordinary size, pulling a small sedan chair, and it stopped at the entrance of the government office before long.

The curtain was rolled up, and the middle-aged man in casual clothes lifted his hem and walked off the carriage.

What a good face!

A cyan-green cloud brocade robe with gold edges, every strand of hair was oily and moist, and even the beard on his chin was swaying smoothly; he was a real beauty-bearded man.

The steps he took were even the standard square steps, generous and dignified, very different from the rural farmers.

Just after a few steps, the county people watching felt a good impression.

"County magistrate! That's the new county magistrate."

"What a handsome face!"

"That hair, why is it so black? Like it's been oiled."

Thinking that they would be given food if they helped repair the road, even if the matter of measuring fields was sloppy, the common people labeled him as a good official in their hearts.

The honor guard and runners had been waiting for a long time.

Jian Zhongyi respectfully took the county magistrate's seal from the honor guard.

There were sacrificial offerings set up, and Jian Zhongyi performed a bowing ceremony to the god of the gate at the ceremonial gate. After the ceremony, he entered from the middle path.

When he came out, he had already changed into official robes.

All the executive personnel in the government office, such as assistants, clerks, and runners, all stood in their positions according to their rank and shift.

They followed behind Jian Zhongyi with great momentum and toured the entire government office.

"See that? You must study hard in the future and become a big official like County Magistrate Jian!"

"County Magistrate Jian truly has style. I have been to so many counties and have never seen a county magistrate with such demeanor!"

After touring.

Jian Zhongyi, wearing official robes, knelt facing north.

"I have received the Emperor's grace and have been able to become a county magistrate. I dare not be the slightest bit slack. I will definitely be diligent in my duties, govern the county affairs, benefit the common people, make the place prosperous, and respond to the Emperor's grace!"

"Good!"

"Our Pingyang County has a blue sky!"

"It should be so, it should be so!"

The common people cheered, and the applause continued.

The runners beat the clappers.

The first time they beat seven clappers, it was for "It is difficult to be a monarch, and it is not easy to be a minister."

The second time they beat five clappers, it was for "Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust."

The third time they beat three clappers, it was for "Cleanliness, caution, and diligence" on the plaque of the main hall of the government office.

After the three clappers were beaten, the hall drum was beaten.

The first was three beats of the hall drum, indicating "Obeying the Emperor's order."

The second was four beats of the hall drum, indicating "Thanking the Emperor for his grace."

The whole process was truly solemn and respectful.

No wonder so many people like complicated ceremonies.

Liang Qu thought while rubbing his chin.

After a whole set of processes, even if the county magistrate is incompetent, he looks majestic, especially someone like Jian Zhongyi who has a good appearance.

Next, Jian Zhongyi led the government office team to the City God Temple.

The crowd followed the county magistrate vigorously.

Liang Qu was not interested and didn't follow.

After worshipping the City God, Jian Zhongyi should go to the academy to set questions for the exam.

There will be plenty of opportunities to meet.