If Chang Jin had asked him to choose, he still felt that the immortal path was more suitable for him. Those gods sitting upright on the platform were as free and easy as immortals.

Xiaoqian was about to continue commenting, but suddenly stopped, and a few traces of whiteness appeared on her face.

"What's wrong?" Chang Jin asked strangely.

"I felt the breath of the river god. He is doing divine methods!!" Xiaoqian has now achieved the divine way and has become many times more sensitive to the breath of the gods.

"Where is the River God?!" Chang Jin hurriedly raised his sword and stood up, and his spiritual sense was released. Could it be that he had killed the Goddess Guo a few days ago and made it discover it, so he came to him.

Where the spiritual consciousness moves, I only feel that the moon is bright and the stars are sparse outside the house, and nothing else exists.

"Young Master doesn't have to be so alert. It's not here and still stays in the Water Mansion..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt the night wind suddenly blowing outside the house, as if something was teleporting in the night wind, and it was coming straight into my mind.

But he was two feet away from his body and was scattered by the red energy.

"What the hell is going on?" Chang Jin asked again.

"If what I expected was not bad, the River God should have used the imperial edict to send dreams to the people under the rule. I don't know what the specific content is." Xiaoqian said.

"Why didn't I receive it?"

"Young master is a scholar. He has a great spirit and even gods cannot get close to you, so you can't hear it." Xiaoqian thought for a while and replied.

***

That night, almost all the people on both sides of the Baishui River had dreams. In the dream, there was an ugly man wearing chain mail standing on the waves and shouting loudly: "Look, all the villagers of Qingshan Town, I am the god of Baishui River. A few days ago, the temple was destroyed for no reason, which was all your sins. Now you must rebuild the River God Temple and offer three incense to sacrifice. Otherwise, I will launch a flood and turn the entire Qingshan Town into a vast ocean..."

This sound rang out directly in the depths of the human soul, with great illusion, as if it was directly emitted from a dream, and then disappeared without a trace.

During the meal the next day, Xiaoxiao asked with a little hesitation: "Brother, did you dream last night?"

"Dream, what dream?" Chang Jin already understood a little bit when he remembered the conversation with Xiaoqian last night.

"I dreamed of the River God last night. It said that the River God Temple was destroyed and everyone asked to exchange money for the temple and then sacrifice, otherwise it would flood the fields..." Xiaoxiao replied with concern.

During the day, the entire Qingshan Town was talking about the dream of the river god. Almost everyone was sensational, and of course most of them were distressed. With the sacrifices, each family had to pay dozens of cents of silver.

This is the second time this year. If this continues, it will cost 100 or 200 people to worship the river gods in a year.

However, these thoughts were only under the heart, but no one dared to express his resentment, for fear that the River God would blame him when he heard it.

Soon the village chief of Changjia Village began to check cash from house to house, and the rules were the same as before, each family paid 50 cents.

Chang Jin originally wanted to refuse, but was stopped by Xiaoxiao.

"Brother, we paid for this money..."

Seeing that his sister agreed, Chang Jin couldn't say anything else. It was just a few dozen cents, and now he didn't care at all. Chang Jin had long been thinking about killing the river god. After listening to Xiaoqian's story about various shintocratic ways, he realized that it was not time yet. Killing a god with strong incense and thought power would cost a lot. Not only would he lose his own luck, he would also be backfired by the shintocratic ways.

If you want to make it die first, you must make it crazy first. The river god is insatiable and asks for incense for sacrifices over and over again. One day, the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait will not be able to bear it.

Now that I just feel resentment, I guess in a few days, I will be resentment and hatred.

Once a god cannot obtain the protection of human incense, it will be a loss of virtue. At that time, he will kill himself, and even the god will not bring down the punishment of heaven.

So what Chang Jin has to do is wait for the opportunity and watch his defeat quietly.

After the silver and money was collected, the Heshen Temple soon began to be rebuilt under the leadership of the newly appointed clerk Guo Chengye of Qingshan Town.

When the construction of the Heshen Temple began, Chang Jin left Changjiazhuang with his sword again, went to Yangming Academy alone, and brought several books he copied these days. Although he had enough money, Chang Jin also understood the principle of living in a mountain to eat up. Before he made any other business, the book copying industry could not be lost.

After the last seasonal exam, Mr. Ji asked him to live in academy to study eight-legged essays, and if he had any questions, he could get a timely answer. After being rejected by Chang Jin, Mr. Ji was still unwilling to give up and asked him to hand in two eight-legged essays every ten days and half a month to check his study progress.

Chang Jin agreed immediately. Since he had been determined to take the imperial examination, he naturally had to work hard on the eight-legged essay.

This time I went to the academy and happened to get both things done.

Without delaying all the way, Chang Jin first handed the copied book to the manager of the school, and then visited Mr. Ji and presented the eight-legged essays he had figured out recently. After reading it, Mr. Ji was very impressed: "Talented," and then explained to him the two-part text of the eight-legged essays, and gave him a detailed explanation, and then gave Chang Jin an essay on the spot.

Chang Jin understood quickly, and Mr. Ji was also energetic when he taught him, and he passed by all morning without realizing it.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Ji, Chang Jin rushed home in a hurry, but he didn't plan to stay in the academy for a long time.

But I knew that when I just left the house, I was stopped by Pu Yukai and Wang Qinian. I said I hadn't seen each other for many days, so I went to a restaurant to have a gathering.

It was hard to refuse the kindness, so Chang Jin had to stay.

In the past, he was short of money, so he mostly did not attend such gatherings. Money is brave, but now he has hundreds of taels of silver notes on his body. Naturally, Chang Jin will not refuse and said generously that he is a boss.

"Brother Qingyuan, what happened recently?" After drinking for three rounds, Chang Jin asked the question that was under his heart.

When he saw Wang Qinian just now, Chang Jin found that the white air on the other person's head was shaking and mostly covered by gray air. Obviously, he had a big problem with his body. Looking at his face, his eyes were dark blue and his face was sallow, and he could also learn from it. But what surprised Chang Jin was that Wang Qinian was very in good spirits and did not look like he was suffering from a disease.

"Yunsheng... Why did you say this? Brother Yu has been studying and studying at home recently, and he has nothing to do. If I go to the college to hand in the art production today, I will not go out at all." Wang Qinian's words flashed a little, and he raised his hand to drink a glass of thin wine.

"Oh, I asked casually, it would be fine if there was nothing to do." Seeing that he was hiding his words, it was obvious that something should be wrong. However, the other party was unwilling to mention it, so Chang Jin could only leave it aside for the time being.

"Have you heard that? Mr. Guaiya was dismissed from the court." At this time, Pu Yukai took over the conversation and said.

"What?" Hearing this, Chang Jin and Wang Qinian asked in unison: "What is the reason?"

Wang Jiuyuan, whose courtesy name was Guaiya, was appointed as the Minister of War. He was recognized as a great scholar in the dynasty. If he was dismissed from the court, it would definitely not be a good thing for Confucian scholars.

"I heard that it was because the emperor was preparing to build a thousand-acre garden in the outskirts of Beijing to celebrate the 60th birthday of the Empress Dowager. As a result, he was stopped by Mr. Guya. When the emperor was angry, he dismissed Mr. Guya's official position."

"I am so angry!" When Wang Qinian heard this, he immediately stretched out his big hand and slapped the table. Then he frowned and hugged his hands, which was obviously extremely painful.

"Oh..." Chang Jin could only sigh.

Chang Jin also heard some anecdotes about the great scholar Wang Jiuyuan. It is said that when he was born, his father dreamed of colorful clouds accompanying him, so he named him Wang Yun, but he could not speak until he was five years old.

Later, a prime minister told his father that his name was leaking the secret of heaven, so he changed his name to Jiuyuan. After his father did as he did, Wang Jiuyuan spoke.

Wang Jiuyuan was called a child prodigy when he was a child. It is said that once a guest came to his house to lock a deer and a deer.

When the guest saw that Wang Jiuyuan was curious, he asked: "Which is just a deer, and which is just a deer?"

He had never seen these two rare animals before. After watching for a long time, he replied, "The one next to the deer is just a deer, and the one next to the deer is just a deer." The guest was very surprised when he heard this and said bluntly that he would definitely not be simple in the future.

This was true for the subsequent development. At the age of 20, he was the top scholar in high school and was promoted to the position of Minister of War. He once led troops to wipe out the rebellion of the vassal kings.

Wang Jiuyuan also had an anecdote about studying abroad before passing the imperial examination and staying in an isolated shop at night. As a result, the owner and his two sons were malicious when they saw that he had a lot of money in his package and secretly discussed the plan to take action at night. When Wang Jiuyuan heard it, he kept his sword and slept at night. When the other party was acting, he held the sword and assassinated the owner's family, killed all the shop owner's family, and then set fire to the shop and left with a cool look.

Whenever he heard these things, Chang Jin felt very moved, hoping that he would have the opportunity to meet this great scholar in the future.

"Qingyuan, be careful of your words!" Seeing that Wang Qinian scolded the emperor loudly, Pu Yuqiu hurriedly spoke to dissuade him. In the Great Yan Dynasty, there were many examples of scholars being convicted for their words. If Wang Qinian's words were reported to the county just now, they would cause trouble again.

"If you don't say it, don't say it..." Wang Qinian muttered, grabbed the wine glass and poured it hard.

They were talking when a voice suddenly sounded from outside: "In a dream that has been awake for all ages, everything is empty for a hundred years. The mountains and rivers are vast, and the gods and immortals are far away from the world. White jade and gold are never guarded, and spring flowers and autumn moons are hard to surround. A dream of floating life for a hundred years is not a regret for a long time..."

Chang Jin is now keen to hear this sound, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look out when he saw a Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe and disheveled hair coming from a distance.

Now that Taoist Dharma has become saints, Taoist priests naturally become extremely noble, so there are more fake Taoist priests. They wear a Taoist robe, a whisk, and cheat.

Seeing this man's unkempt appearance, he looked like a fake Taoist priest, no wonder no one cared about him walking on the street.

"Chang Jin, are you secretly looking at the little wife on the street again? Let me see too." Wang Qinian saw him staring out the window, thinking that a woman was walking by the street, and hurriedly poked out half of her body.

When he saw that there was only one Taoist priest at the intersection, he couldn't help but speak: "What's so good about a fake Taoist priest? It's bad luck."

Pu Yukuai also glanced at it and snorted coldly: "If it were a few years ago, this fake Taoist priest who had no certificate would have been arrested and could not allow them to be rampant."
Chapter completed!