Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 568. 567. Rainy Night Visit
"What did you say!? Didn't take it!?"

In Fu County, the middle-aged man's tone was full of surprise and puzzlement. Looking at the housekeeper who came to report, he seemed to come out of the bedroom, but there was no panic on his face.

Just getting more confused:

"Two hundred pioneers, did not take them down!?...Could it be that some master appeared?"

The middle-aged butler who was over the age of doubt shook his head:

"No, master. Those two Gu witches came back vomiting blood, and their natal Gu was broken. Master Xuanzang is in that team..."

The middle-aged man didn't seem surprised, nodded slightly:

"That's reasonable. The Bodhi Temple has special means to deal with witchcraft... This is a negligence in Wen Fu. I think the monk also used some methods. The strength of Wen Fu is a little lower, and I didn't find it normal... But What happened to the two hundred vanguard troops!? The Cui family sent reinforcements?"

"It was killed by that Shouchu Taoist priest alone..."

"...?"

A look of absurdity appeared on the face of the middle-aged man:
"The lowest level of 200 is also the Xianfeng army who has left the world, and was killed by a Taoist?... Go, call me the scout!"

"Yes."

The servant turned and walked away.

A moment later, a masked man in a cloak entered the room and knelt down on one knee:
"Master Seven."

"Did you see it with your own eyes? That Taoist Shouchu killed 200 Xianfeng troops by himself?"

"Back to Master Qi, I saw it with my own eyes. He can summon figures made up of a strange mist. These figures have all sorts of incredible abilities, and they were a little bit damaged when the vanguard first rode into the battle. Later Seeing that the situation was not right, he got off his horse and formed an formation. But after forming the formation, the mist and shadow came out alone, and used a kind of... very slow, very slow technique. For some reason, it broke the circle of round sky revolving knives Seeing that the situation was wrong, the four vanguard lieutenants wanted to evacuate, but they were blocked by him, and they were all beheaded by a few fog shadows."

"..."

Now, middle-aged people have to believe even if they don't believe it.

However, he didn't show any pain in his face, he just waved his hand to signal the other party to go down.

The other party left silently, and the middle-aged housekeeper came in from the outside again, and after closing the door, asked the middle-aged man who was meditating:
"Master, what's the next step...? Do you want to send a few experts over?"

"Send what? Can you kill the Du family?"

The middle-aged man sneered:
"It doesn't matter, it seems that I underestimated this Taoist priest... Send Sun Hua a message. Tell him that his two hundred vanguard troops have already folded here, and see what his attitude is. As for the other parties, let them know , if we find some people who are not useful, and when the Cui family reacts, then this cooperation will be suspended. If you want to benefit, bring some useful people here! Let the vultures continue to follow them , See where they are going! Get the news out in time."

Hearing his words, the butler nodded:
"Yes."

In the rainy night, the middle-aged man looked at the map of Hedong in front of his desk, and the coldness in his eyes flowed faintly.

……

rainy night.

A Taoist walks along the dark official road holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The mud didn't seem to hinder him, not even the soles of his shoes.

Walking on the official road, I looked up from time to time and looked into the distance.

Faintly, some flames could be seen clearly.

And his goal is also the fire place.

As the place of fire got closer and closer, the Taoist had even seen clearly the countless tents standing under the fire.

But he stopped moving forward, but was quietly waiting for something with an umbrella.

Rain, tick tick.

Smashing on the oil-paper umbrella sounds particularly nice in this silent night.

But there are better ones.

Out of thin air, a figure wearing a Taoist robe appeared in front of the Taoist, and a cold and ethereal voice came from the figure that was penetrated by the rain:
"I thought you were just passing by, but now it seems that you came here specifically to find me?"

Hearing this, the Taoist under the oil-paper umbrella pinched the ceremony seal:

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Tiangang, has seen Suning Gaogong."

A flash of fluorescent light.

The shadow became more and more solid.

In the end, a graceful figure with a moon-white body was gathered.

Xuan Suning looked at the Taoist under the umbrella, frowning slightly:

"It's not good for you, a disciple, to be born on Longmen Mountain and practice Taoism. Why did you come here? And why is your energy weak and lacking... Could it be that you are fighting with others?"

Yuan Tiangang still pinched the seal of respect, bowed and said:

"Thank you for your concern, senior. The disciple was indeed injured a few days ago, but it was not because of a mistake in his performance, but because he was injured in Hedong."

"Um!?"

The female Taoist's eyes squinted uncontrollably.

"You went to Hedong?"

"Exactly."

"..."

Hearing his answer, Xuan Suning thought for a while and said:

"Since you have come to look for me when you are injured, could it be that you met my disciple and had a conflict with him?"

"The disciple did meet Taoist Priest Shouchu, but please don't misunderstand, senior. The disciple and Taoist Priest Shouchu had a very happy chat, and there is no disrespect."

The squinted eyes slowly returned to normal.

There was a hint of ... in the female Taoist's tone... I couldn't tell whether it was a relaxed or relaxed tone:
"He...how is he now?"

"Returning to the predecessors, the Taoist priest Shouchu is very good, because he has performed acts of saving the world and saving the people, and his mercy is boundless."

"……Um."

Obviously it was just a simple answer, but Yuan Tiangang could hear a touch of joy from it.

And perhaps because of this joy, Xuan Suning asked directly:
"Then why did you visit late at night when you just came back from Hedong? Could it be that they came to see me for treatment? The national teacher didn't take action?"

"Returning to the senior, the disciple didn't come here for this. To be honest, although this injury was not caused by a dispute with the Taoist priest Shouchu, it was also related to the Taoist priest. Everything was because the disciple was in front of the dragon fire, Made a hexagram for the Daoist, and after telling the Daoist about the hexagram, he was punished by heaven."

"..."

The moment these words came out, Xuan Suning's body flickered several times in a row, as if due to emotional fluctuations, this fluorescent body could not be maintained.

But after only a few flashes, it stabilized again.

Only this time, her eyes were full of seriousness, staring at the Taoist in front of her:
"Shouchu... what happened?"

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky.

I don't know how many people's dreams have been disturbed.

……

The dredging site of the Yichuan River section.

It happened to be a rainy night, and the river was so swollen that the dredging work was sure to fail tomorrow.

On the rare day of rest, the water officer Zheng Tianfeng did not relax, but turned on the lamps and candles, looking at the map of the Yichuan Inland River that was drawn by the officials just a few days ago.

In about a month, the flood season will come.

If the dredging work cannot be completed before then, the difficulty of the work will increase exponentially with the continuous drizzle.

Although he is a water official, he still cares about these civilian husbands in his heart.

I don't want them to work in such a dangerous environment.

Therefore, he had to take care of every detail in order to keep this team of tens of thousands of people running normally.Get rid of the so-called monster-polluted silt at the bottom of the river as soon as possible, and let them go home.

It's ridiculous to say the least.

Obviously these silts have been infested by monsters, logically speaking, they are ominous things.

But a few days ago, near the untreated silt piled up on both sides of the river, he saw weeds growing far beyond the ordinary.

The weeds, which were no more than the height of a horseshoe, were almost as high as a person's calf near the mud.

Shouldn't this silt be polluted soil?
How can he be so fertile...

If these silts can be irrigated into the fields, the crops should grow very well, right?
Maybe, relying on these silt, this year will be a bumper harvest year.

"Ugh……"

Old Zheng sighed and rubbed his sore eyes.

Hearing the roar of thunder outside, I felt a little anxious.

Suddenly, he heard a cold voice:

"Officer Zheng Shui."

Old Zheng raised his head subconsciously...

There was no one in the room.

But he seemed to be no stranger to this voice, and bowed:
"What do you need, sir?"

This is the master of Taoist Priest Shouchu.

Although I haven't seen the appearance, but the voice is already familiar.

When the dredging started again, the other party appeared here on time.

Although the door is still closed to see no visitors every day, as long as this fairy is around, everyone's hearts will always be at ease.

Then Zheng Tianfeng heard a sentence:
"Pindao has to go out for a few days."

"The Immortal Elder is leaving?"

Old Zheng panicked.

"Well, there are some things to do. Therefore, when the silt is being dredged in the past few days, Zheng Shuiguan needs to let them be more cautious, and don't be as confident as when the poor Taoist guarded them."

"Uh……"

Lao Zheng looked a little hesitant.

But he couldn't say anything, he could only nod his head:
"Follow the order of the immortal."

"Well, the poor man will go..."

"The fairy is long and slow."

Suddenly, Lao Zheng called out to him.

"when?"

The voice sounded flat.

And the water officer with red eyes hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said:
"The lower official has the guts to ask the immortal. The silt...may be poured into the fields? The immortal should not misunderstand, because the lower official discovered in the past few days that the weeds in the place where the silt is located are stronger than those in other places. It's quite high. The officials thought... If the mud can be spread in some barren land, will the crops of the common people grow better..."

"..."

There was silence in the room.

And just when Lao Zheng wondered why the other party didn't respond, he heard the voice sound again:
"The silt was originally contaminated by the filth of demons. If it is hidden in the river for a long time without being scorched by the scorching sun or decontaminated and purified, filth will grow at the bottom of the river, causing ominous events and polluting the dragon's veins. But now that It has been dug out, under the scorching sun, the foul smell dissipates, and it naturally turns into ordinary mud. How to use it depends on you, the water officer."

Hearing this, Old Zheng was overjoyed and bowed:
"Thank you, Immortal."

"Ah."

After a reply, the room was silent again.

When Lao Zheng sat back on his chair and looked at the map again, his eyes were full of joy.

(End of this chapter)