The sword is the devil

Chapter 6 The Compromise of the Tao
Hou Tiao stayed at home, but she also learned about the changes in Fufeng City from Uncle Sun.

Sure enough, Daoist Chongling came to Fufeng not only to deal with the backlog of civil cases, he also had another purpose: a section of the Qingtang River embankment in Sanjiang Prefecture was going to be landed on the ground of Fufeng City, which required strong local support.

Building dikes in this era is a major event that wastes money and people. You can't see the short-term benefits and can only look at the long-term. This lacks motivation for ordinary people. People are like this. guide.

In Anhe Kingdom, the dynasty can't be said to be corrupt, but it can't be said to be dedicated to the people. Some big good governance for the people can only be led by Taoism, which is also the foundation of Taoism.

The Taoist sect dispatches from it, but it is the local government gentry who really contribute people and money. If everyone obeys this, even the Taoist sect will find it difficult to change the ecology of doing things in a region.

This is why Chong Lingming knew that there was a reason for Lao Meng's murder, and Hou Tiao's cover-up was not unfounded, but he still insisted on dealing with the two of them.

Looking at the tens of millions of people on both sides of the Qingtang River, of course it is much more important than two insignificant individuals; in this sense, Hou Tiao and Lao Meng are not wronged, at least, they Really killed people.

Lao Meng is dead, and it's all over, leaving only Hou Tiao to deal with the fate that he can't control at all; the individual has no ability to resist in front of the entire Taoist school, and he can't even find a person who can pass the word upward.

People in the government have no right to speak in front of the Taoist sect, and his few limited Taoist friends are actually the same as him, they are also things that grandma doesn't love and uncle doesn't love; the circle determines his fate.

…Uncle Sun has been busy these few days, dealing with the remaining money of the Hou family, thinking that he can bring some more yellow and white things to the young master when he is on the road, in case he has a chance to take care of it. This is the old man’s wish, he I still don't quite understand the truth of Daomen. It is definitely useful to manage it, but yellow and white things are not good, that is two different things.

Hou Tiao does not leave the gate, does not enter the second gate, and has no interest in going out when he is frustrated and being laughed at for nothing. He is a proud person with a lonely and self-respecting personality. He can't bear such insults, so he doesn't give those people a chance at all.

In the study, staring at the wooden box containing ginseng worms, he hesitated, should he eat it now?Or is it reserved for the contributions of key figures?
He doesn't think that he will reach the sky in one step after taking it now, it is more likely that he will eat it for nothing, and the possibility of side effects is even greater.

He didn't think that he could really meet a Taoist master, and he could let him go with just a ginseng tree. Taoism is not a government, and Taoists are all elites with faith.

He was still hesitant, so he decided to open it and take a look; since Lao Meng delivered this thing to the door a few months ago, in order to show his integrity, he never opened this wooden box, um, it was a bit pretentious.

The wooden box is not locked, and the material is very ordinary, it is made of ordinary locust tree, fastened with a straw rope; when it is opened gently, there is a strong medicinal fragrance, and it is like a cicada insect lying on the bottom of the box, Not moving at all.

The ginseng insect is not a living thing, it is a special product of Anhe country, a kind of nodule attached to the mountain ginseng, which looks like a cicada insect lying on it and sucking nutrients, but it is actually a plant, but the medicinal effect is better than that of the mountain ginseng. The ginseng itself is more powerful, and it is a rare and rare thing in the practice world. The longer it is, the rarer it becomes.

Hou Tiao doesn't know much about medicinal herbs, and he doesn't have the opportunity to deepen his knowledge in this area. Even among capable practitioners, those who can get involved in medicinal herbs are rare. This requires the support of a sect. It is difficult for individuals to achieve something.

So, how to serve?Swallow it raw or make pills?When to take it to get the biggest benefit?What taboo?
He doesn't know all these details, but he understands one thing very well, it's a waste of treasure to chew on peonies like this.

After carefully appreciating the details of the ginseng insects, the smell of Chinese medicine is strong, he still thinks it is better not to move now; when he was about to close the wooden box, he found a faint line of words on the inner wall of the box, take a closer look:
A grain of rice, as heavy as Mount Sumeru, will be seized by criminals. It will not be enlightened in this life, and it will be returned with a coat of hair and a horn.

Sighing deeply, closing the wooden box, his mood gradually became calm; at least, what he did was recognized, including Lao Meng, and those who came quietly at night and left things at his door Ordinary mortals.

Their way of reciprocating may be weak and useless, but Hou Tiao knew that their attitude gave him the most important peace of mind.

enough.

...Three days later, Taoist Chong Ling and his party completed their mission in Fufeng City. The gentry in the city expressed their strong support and were willing to contribute money and efforts to benefit the world. Tsuta must be severely punished.

He also has no intention of favoritism, a Shuer Yexiu who is not a true Taoist, has no potential at all, and it is unnecessary.

In the farewell of the city's dignitaries, a group of four left on horseback, Taoist Chong Ling, his two disciples, and the prisoner waiting for him.In this world, ascetics cannot fly if they haven't reached the realm of the profound, and riding horses is still their main way of traveling. Of course, whether Taoist Chongling has other magical means is another matter.

Hou Tiao's face was calm, which disappointed those dignitaries who hoped to see panic in his eyes, but they had already received the guarantee from the Daoist sect. result.

Among the crowd, a woman with a voluptuous figure and plump body, although lightly veiled, also mixed in with a few-year-old child in her arms.

The childish voice said, "Mother, where is Daddy going? Does he not want Xing'er anymore?"

The woman couldn't see the expression, but her tone was not kind, "This dead ghost won't come back! It's his own fault. I told him a long time ago not to treat myself as a defender of the Tao. Now it's the end!

Also, he is not your father, your father is actually the prince next door..."

She has reason not to be angry, although 200 taels of silver is not a small amount, but after a few years, if it is converted into each checkout, it is definitely not too much, and it is not as good as the cheapest goods in brothels...

That old man, Uncle Sun, got much more money than her, why?
The four figures gradually receded, and the farewell crowd also slowly dispersed. On the whole, this was a successful cooperation between the Taoist sect and the government, which successfully cut off a big cancer in the official system of Fufeng City; How much does it have to do with them if it comes out of the sheep?
Fufeng City has returned to normal order, and there are more stories about cruel officials in teahouses and wine shops, but it has become a joke after dinner. How many people realize that they have lost a voice that can open their eyes?

Exactly,

The clouds and smoke of the world are gone, and the fish and birds of life are flying and sinking.

There are many wonderful fates in the past and the present, who is Zhu Xian's bosom friend?

(End of this chapter)