There is a living room downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs.

There is a shrine enshrined on the sloped wall of the living room, but it is empty inside and there is no trace of Buddha statues.

Yang Shouwen first walked around the living room and then went up to the second floor.

Standing in front of the window, he raised his eyes and looked out, and saw the canal flowing through the window, and the bronze horse statue in the distance was even more clear.

Standing here, you can look at the evening rain of the copper camel.

Standing here, you can listen to the morning bells and evening drums of Taiping Zen Temple.

"The view here is very beautiful, and it is a few points more than the view from my residence."

"Yes, it's a pity that Huo Xianke died in this building, so he was so terrifying. I heard that after the last owner of this house moved in, he built the pavilion where Alang lives now. It's a pity that the pavilion had not been built yet... This building is very evil. If Alang wants to demolish it, it's better to demolish it faster."

"You mean, was the pavilion we lived in built later?"

Yang Shouwen turned his head and looked at Yang Congyi, and saw Yang Congyi nodding.

"Yes, after Huo Xianke died, the house changed three owners one after another.

First, a Hu Shang from the Western Regions died in bed about three months. It is said that his appearance was very similar to Huo Xianke. Later, a Hao Shang from Guanzhong settled down a house, but unfortunately he lived there for half a year and was suddenly killed.

The third master comes from Jiangzuo.

After the man settling down the house, he asked the masters to dissolve the evil spirit for him, and then started construction of the pavilion where Alang lives now.

Only a month before the pavilion was built, he returned to Luoyang from Jiangzuo and was killed by thieves on the way.

After that, the house had no owner. Luoyang people even called it a haunted house, and as long as they moved in, they would be in danger."

After Yang Congyi finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly said, "Of course. With the protection of God, the demons and ghosts will definitely not be able to get close to you."

Yang Shouwen laughed and waved his hand to signal Yang Congyi, but he didn't care about this.

However, what Yang Congyi said made him very interested.

Haunted house?

No wonder he always felt that these two pavilions were not very compatible. The pavilion he lived in was nearly five meters higher than this pavilion, almost covering up most of the sunshine. If he lived here, he would definitely feel depressed. I guess this is the so-called method of eliminating evil spirits told by experts. In other words, three owners of this house died in this pavilion?

"Brother, what do you think?"

Yang Shouwen suddenly turned his head and looked at Abusjda.

Jeddah smiled slightly and pointed at Yang Shouwen. That means: You already have an opinion, why bother torture me?

"From Yi, from today on, you bring people in."

"ah?"

"You find six people to come over, three people in one shift, taking turns to stay in this pavilion.

No one can get close without my orders.”

"But on duty day and night?"

Yang Shouwen nodded, "That's right, it's just being on duty day and night."

"Here!"

Yang Congyi bowed to take the order, and Yang Shouwen turned around and walked down the pavilion.

"In addition, you go to Taipei City in the afternoon to find Shen Qingzhi and ask me about some things."

"What's up?"

"Come here."

Yang Shouwen waved his hand and signaled Yang Congyi to get closer. Then he whispered a few words in his ear, and Yang Congyi nodded repeatedly.

The news of the General Immortal Poetry Conference is getting more and more intense.

One day, the story of Yang Shouwen's poems about wine and wine is circulated in the streets and alleys of Luoyang City.

At the same time, the story of "Journey to the West" became famous with Yang Shouwen and gradually spread among the people.

Many people don’t even know what Journey to the West is about.

But after hearing that it was Yang Shouwen's work, I immediately found out. However, at the beginning, "Journey to the West" only published a thousand sets, but there were only about 300 sets in Luoyang City, most of which were in the hands of nobles of aristocratic races and had not been circulated among the people.

For a time, more and more people were looking for "Journey to the West", and more and more people wanted to learn about the content of "Journey to the West".

Yang Shouwen didn't care about this.

After the General Immortals Association, he became much more low-key, and he didn't leave the door and didn't step into the second door.

"Father, it seems that the child no longer needs to add fuel to the fire. Yang Qingzhi has become famous."

In the Di Mansion Garden, Di Guangyuan stood respectfully in front of Di Renjie.

Di Renjie's complexion looked worse than before. Although it was early summer, he was still wearing thick clothes, his face was pale as paper, and his whole body looked even more erect. In his hand was a collection of poems, which contained eighty-one poems made by Yang Shouwen at the General Immortals Conference. After listening to Di Guangyuan's words, he gently placed the selections on the table.

He looked very tired, and his whole body seemed to be collapsed.

In fact, he is indeed about to collapse!

The matter started ten days ago, and Di Renjie received a secret letter from Li Yuanfang.

Logically speaking, Li Yuanfang and Di Renjie had no subordinate relationship. He was the general of Zuo Fengchen Guard, and although Di Renjie was the prime minister, he could not control Li Yuanfang. However, Li Yuanfang still wrote him this secret letter.

Li Yuanfang went to Weizhou to investigate a case under the order.

But when he arrived in Weizhou, he discovered something closely related to Di Renjie.

Di Renjie's youngest son Di Guangzhao was a military officer of Weizhou Sigong. Di Renjie was once the governor of Weizhou and did a lot of good things for the people of Weizhou during his tenure, which led to the people of Weizhou building a temple for Di Renjie. However, after Di Guangzhao arrived in Weizhou, he was fine at the beginning and his reputation was very outstanding. However, as time goes by, Di Guangzhao's mentality has quietly changed, and his whole person has changed.

Li Yuanfang's letter read: Di Guangzhao was greedy and tyrannical, and the people suffered so much that they even smashed Di Renjie's temple in anger.

In this era, this is not a trivial matter.

The Chinese people have extremely strong patience. If they had not reached the point where they could not survive, they would not have risen to resist. Not to mention that Di Renjie once had kindness to the people of Weizhou. In this case, they still smashed Di Renjie's temple. It can be imagined that what Di Guangzhao did in Weizhou has really reached the point where both man and gods are angry.

Di Renjie cherishes his reputation all his life, but unexpectedly...

Li Yuanfang would definitely not deceive him in such matters, so Di Renjie fell ill after receiving the letter.

It is precisely for this reason that he did not appear at the General Immortal Poetry Club.

Hearing Di Guangyuan's words, Di Renjie finally came to his senses.

Just now, he was holding Yang Shouwen's poem selection, but in fact his mind flew to Weizhou thousands of miles away, thinking about how to solve Di Guangzhao's problem.

"Erlang, from now on, you might as well go with Yang Qingzhi more, don't have any ideas or thoughts, just try to get along with him. The General Immortal Poetry Club made Yang Qingzhi's title of exiled immortal, which also allowed him to gain a firm foothold.

I heard that the princess and him have already moved around, so we don’t have to do this again.

After all, it is a family matter for a saint. No matter what we do now, it may be that both sides do not fall well. It is better to stand by and watch.

However, since Yang Qingzhi has such talent and learning, it will be beneficial for you to walk around with him more.

You invited him to Luoyang at the beginning, but now it is reasonable to visit him. You can take this matter yourself."

"Boy understand!"

Di Guangyuan couldn't help feeling a little sad when he looked at his father's pale face.

He knew that the matter of Sanlang might have really hurt my father's heart... Di Renjie's health was not very good at all, and after being stimulated by this incident, he became even weaker.

"Father, what happened to Saburo..."

"If Saburo's affairs are true, they will be dealt with by law."

Di Renjie took a deep breath, pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "Erlang, help me go back to the room to change my clothes, I want to enter the palace to face the saint."

"Now?"

Di Renjie nodded with a wry smile, "Yes, if you apologize to the saint earlier, Sanlang will have more vitality.
Chapter completed!