Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 161

Li Xiuyuan's sacrificial oration was well written, but someone suddenly took it away, even the best-tempered person couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Brother, I don't seem to have affected you by writing the sacrificial oration here, but your move is a little too much."

The cow dung scholar snorted softly, "Is that also called sacrificial text? I'm doing it for your own good, so that you don't write such vulgar things and present them in front of the magistrate to embarrass yourself. Besides, I'm a local scholar." , and you are just a mere child, do you think your literary talent is better than mine?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "The writing of the sacrificial essay this time is not an imperial examination, but a competition of literary talents."

"You don't need literary talents to transcribe sacrificial texts? You are such a nonsense child. Without literary talents, how can you impress the Dragon King of Wujiang River? Without literary talents, how can you show your extraordinary destiny? Is it possible that those with extraordinary destiny will plan to eat in that field? Like a farmer?"

The scholar's words revealed a taste of conceit, as if he was the one with a very high fate, who could calm the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang with a piece of sacrificial letter.

"Forget it, since you are so confident, brother, then I would like to see if you can climb up to this treasure temple, and use this sacrificial letter to appease the anger of the Wujiang Dragon King."

Li Xiuyuan didn't bother to argue with him, he hummed lightly, flicked his sleeves and left, he didn't want to waste any more words with such a person.

This person is the kind of unreasonable person, what do you think of writing sacrificial rites?

Is it a competition to show off your literary talents and compete for fame and fortune?
It's ridiculous, this scholar doesn't understand the current situation at all, and he is still complacent as a scholar here, defiant, showing off a little so-called literary talent.

Will the Dragon King of Wujiang calm down his anger because of your literary talents?

It is simply impossible, even if you are talented, it is impossible for the Dragon King of Wujiang to take a high look at it, what he looks at is fate.

The intention of the old Jijiu's last words after his death this time was not to compose sacrificial texts and compete in literary talents, but to find someone with a very high fate.

Obviously, some scholars here take it for granted that they will be wrong.

But looking at it like this, there is obviously more than one scholar who can get the wrong meaning. Li Xiuyuan glanced at it and saw many scholars whispering to each other, discussing how your sacrificial oration is, how gorgeous the words are, and how true feelings are revealed.

"Most of these scholars are corrupt scholars." Li Xiuyuan shook his head slightly.

No wonder there has been a saying since ancient times that a scholar cannot rebel for ten years.

Talent can be involved in everything, and literature, this is not how it can be done.

"Forget it, let's see what these scholars can come up with. It has been raining heavily for several days, and they don't care about going here or there for an hour." Li Xiuyuan's face calmed down, and he did not continue to be annoyed by the previous incident.

After a while, a scholar dried up the ink, and said: "Master Zhifu, Xiaosheng's sacrificial oration has been written, please read it over."

After speaking, he held the sacrificial letter and handed it up.

"Well, my lord, let's take a look."

The magistrate took a glance at the sacrificial oracle, and nodded: "Yes, the words are sincere, and the Dragon King of Wujiang is moved by the excuse of the suffering of the people. Yes, but a sacrificial oratory is not enough, can there be other sacrificial orifices?"

"Yes, the late student has also written the sacrificial text." Another scholar handed over the sacrificial text.

The magistrate took a look at it after receiving it, and then said with a smile: "This sacrificial text is a bit worse than the previous one, but it is sincere and can be used."

The scholar who was commented on was overjoyed when he heard the words, and saluted the magistrate: "The magistrate is very right."

"Xiaosheng's writing is also finished, magistrate, please have a look." At this time, Ning Caichen put away the pen and immediately delivered the sacrificial text.

The magistrate also took a look, his eyes lit up and said: "This sacrificial article is better than the previous two, and it can be of great use."

"Master Zhifu, mine is also finished."

"My next sacrificial oration has also been written."

All of a sudden, the sacrificial rites of the scholars in the thatched shed all expressed that they had already written them, and then handed them up respectfully, asking the magistrate to have a look.

The magistrate also took the trouble to read each of the sacrificial texts one by one, and finally selected three sacrificial texts after the final review.

"The sacrificial texts written by you are public, but these three sacrificial texts are the best."

The magistrate put the three sacrificial texts on the table, then signaled and said: "I also ask the person who wrote the sacrificial texts to climb to the top of the temple with the sacrificial texts in their hands, and burn the sacrificial offerings, in response to the words of the sacrificial wine master, to appease the dragon king's anger, and restore the local peace. .”

"Parents and adults have fate, how dare you not obey, Xiaosheng is willing to go."

Ning Caichen, a hot-blooded young man, hurried out at this moment, stood in front of his sacrificial oration, and said with cupped hands.

"Okay, you are indeed a person who has read the books of sages and sages. What's your name, my descendant." The magistrate applauded: "This magistrate uses wine to practice for you."

"Ning Caichen was born late."

The magistrate nodded, raised his wine glass and handed it to him: "The safety of the people in the city is entrusted to you, don't let the people down."

At this moment, Ning Caichen was a little confused by the flattery of the magistrate, and immediately got excited and took the wine glass and drank it: "Please wait a moment, magistrate, Xiaosheng will come as soon as he goes."

After finishing speaking, he went to the sacrificial ceremony and strode into the treasure temple, and then climbed up the stairs.

Everyone watched him go at this moment, with a little expectation and a little regret.

I hope that the rainstorm will subside, but it is a pity that the first person to climb the pagoda is not myself.

"I hope there is no danger." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.

Work in a while.

"Climbing up, climbing the mountain, that Ning Caichen has climbed to the top of the treasure temple." Suddenly, a scholar watched a figure appear at the top of the treasure temple.

Half of the top of the temple had been demolished, the altar was set down, and the censer was ready, waiting for the scholars to go up and burn incense and pray.

Ning Caichen was panting against the wind and rain and climbed to the top of the pagoda. He glanced around and saw that he was already standing on the ground nearly twenty feet high, and suddenly he trembled and his feet trembled.

"How tall is it?"

He had the urge to get down, and he didn't even dare to stand up.

This is afraid of heights.

But seeing so many scholars looking at him, including the magistrate, Ning Caichen gritted his teeth and took out the sacrificial text from his bosom to burn.

But as soon as the sacrificial text was taken out, a gust of wind blew up, and the sacrificial text was blown out in an instant.

"Hey, my sacrificial oration." Ning Caichen exclaimed.

The sacrificial oration was blown out of the treasure temple, and was swept into the dark clouds by the strong wind, and then it was rained and turned into a piece of rotten paper and fell from the sky.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, such a good sacrificial text will be blown away by the wind." A scholar sighed.

"This is not an ordinary wind. It's the Dragon King of Wujiang who is casting spells. Otherwise, if the sacrificial oracle is lit, it seems that the scholar that the old sacrificial wine is looking for is not this Ning Caichen." The magistrate said after a moment of pondering.

He is well-informed, so he naturally knows some things about gods and ghosts.

"There are still two pieces of sacrificial oration, who will go up and try again?" The magistrate asked again immediately.

"How can a mere child have such a precious fate, I'll go."

The cow dung scholar smiled conceitedly, grabbed the sacrificial text and pretended to be heroic, and strode out of the canopy.

When passing by Li Xiuyuan's side, he hummed softly, with a hint of sarcasm.

I have to say that this cow dung scholar is conceited and has the strength to be conceited, at least he does have some literary talent, otherwise he would not have been selected for the sacrificial oration.

"Sooner or later, something will happen to you if you are so arrogant." Li Xiuyuan is not a soft persimmon, he said directly.

The cow dung scholar smiled teasingly, but said again: "Really? Then watch this boy carefully."

Several other scholars nearby looked at the two, but they also understood that there was a bit of a feud between the two before, but they didn't say much at this juncture, although they knew it was the cow dung scholar who was wrong, but now the cow dung A scholar has a heavy life, and he always needs to be tolerant.

When Niu Dung Xiu walked into the temple, he saw that Ning Caichen was drenched, and walked back with great shame. He didn't say a word, apparently he didn't know what to say at this time.

"Guo Rong, don't be sad, you can't solve this matter, you should leave it to others." Li Xiuyuan comforted.

"My name is not Guorong, but Xiaosheng's name is Ning Caichen." He retorted weakly.

"Don't worry about such small details."

Li Xiuyuan said: "Your sacrificial oration was just blown away by the Dragon King of Wujiang, and you are safe and sound. This shows that your fate is not bad, but I want to know what will happen to that scholar who ate cow dung?"

　This is yesterday's chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)