Chapter 38: What a powerful Huangmei County information

In fact, Wukong is, to be fair, his evaluation of Monk Zhiyan is indeed a bit angry at others. Senior Brother Xuanshuang is hard to say, but even if Senior Brother Hongren stays by Master Daoxin, he probably won't be much better than his dull appearance now. But...what is that?

I just think you are a guy like a stone, isn't that okay?

Although Wukong is not, a monk who truly realized everything should be like, but Wukong stubbornly believes that the monk should be Master Daoxin, gentle, bright, wise, humorous, and thorough, and keeps love for all spiritual creatures.

No, this is what the monk should look like, not like Monk Zhiyan, who thinks that everything in the world is an illusion, so he doesn't have to pay attention to it. It's all called. Wukong even heard of a fun story about Monk Zhiyan that proves his profound cultivation.

It is said that when this monk Zhiyan was meditating in the valley, a mountain torrent suddenly broke out, and the flood suddenly surging, and it was flooded directly from the monk Zhiyan's body. However, monk Zhiyan did not move like a stone. It was not until the flood receded that he walked out covered in mud and water.

Someone asked him not to hide because the flood came, and the idiot said, "Everything is just a dream. People only compete with their eyes and ears, but they would rather know the time of life and death." So it was said to be a beautiful story for a while.

Of course, the reason why it is said to be a beautiful story is that these people have never asked Wukong. If they came to ask, I am afraid Wukong would tell them directly, I have never seen things that I don’t avoid when a mountain torrent erupts, except for stones

But then again, although Wukong was unhappy about this Zhiyan monk, he had no choice. After all, can he be more serious with a stone? In fact, what Wukong was most dissatisfied with this wise stone, that is, the monk Zhiyan, was that this guy could not rely on photosynthesis or absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon to fill his stomach...

As a stone, it is really shameful that you still have to eat it.

The discussion meeting between Wukong, Dao Guang and Zhixing was inevitably concluded with Wukong's criticism of the monk Zhiyan, the head of Zhengjue Temple in Huangmei Mountain.

Fortunately, what he should say is almost done, and there is nothing to say. Although Wukong is now a temple, he doesn’t have anything to say in it, but he doesn’t have to use it in the temple, who can’t, who may be rebelled, etc. So what he can do now is to assign the task of asking the monks to inquire about the situation of the monks.

After arranging the tasks of these little novice monks, Wukong had no intention of saying hello to the monk Zhiyan, the head of Zhengjue Temple, and took Daoguang and Zhixing to leave Zhengjue Temple and took the little loli's carriage to Yundu Villa.

This time, it was naturally different. As soon as I called the door, the shrimp and crab quickly opened the door and greeted Wukong and the others. Then, without even giving orders, Xie, who had a square face, had already led the driver's servant lady to the direction of the horse shed.

Xia Bing, who was pointed, nodded and bowed all the way, escorting Wukong and his group to the entrance of the hall. Hong Lei, who heard the sound, had already come out. After Wukong just walked into the hall door, his eyes fell to the table closest to the hall.

There were piles of paper, some of which were randomly bound account books, and some carefully pasted high-end goods. Some of them have had a lot of time in terms of the color of the paper. The most exaggerated thing is that there are even more than ten bundles of bamboo slips mixed with the pile.

"What are these?" Wukong pointed at the pile of various types with his hands, "Hong Lei, don't tell me that these are all sent by Wang Hong..."

"Little Langjun, you are so wise. These are sent by someone from Wang Hong's sect..." Hong Lei looked at Wukong with a proud look on his face, "This is not what Xiao Langjun said. As long as it is more than five books he sent, will he give him three hundred coins? I see that these are definitely more than five books, so I have given him three hundred coins and sent him away."

"Is these the information from Huangmei County?" Wukong looked at the pile of books in front of him in surprise. It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of quantity, these piles of things are more than the peerless secret books Chen Jinnan showed for Wei Xiaobao. "So many..."

"It's a lot, so I asked him to divide it up." Hong Lei said proudly, "This pile is the household registration of the county town, the other pile is the household registration of the village. The one is the return orders for our county to pay taxes in the past three years..."

"The tax payment form? I want this for use?" Wukong poked the pile of bamboo slips with his hand in depressedness, "What are these things?"

"These are our county, oh no, it should be said that this is the earliest topographic map of Huangmei County, including the territory divisions of Huangmei County and nearby Qichun, Xishui, Qishui and Luotian counties." Hong Lei said in a straight glance that he seemed to be memorizing the text, "Because this topographic map is a little earlier, it is this kind of bamboo slip."

A little earlier? Wukong was almost furious. The bamboo slips were eliminated when they were a god-like horse, and now they are the era of a god-like horse. If that guy Wang Hong was standing next to Wukong now, Wukong would definitely pick up the bamboo slips and smash them in the head. You can take up the map from two hundred years ago to deal with me. Do you think I am a human?

I am not an American soldier, and I don’t have the hobby of using expired maps.

Fortunately, Wukong just wanted to have a rough idea of ​​the general terrain of Huangmei County, such as the place is backed by mountains and lakes, and what place is suitable for planting.

After all, Huangmei will be the base of Zen Buddhism in the future. Some secret planting bases in Jiangzhou used to be gradually moved to Huangmei in the future. In addition, some planting plans that I thought about before but have not started yet, so I also need to start setting up the schedule.

For example, plant grapes

So, although this map is a bit tricky, it is not completely useless. After all, it is in the dark medieval era, and maps are still very rare. Moreover, Wukong has only been two hundred years. Under the current productivity situation, there will be no major changes for Huangmei County.

The two hundred guanhua said that it was really worth looking at the pile of things in front of him. Wukong really, even in Zhou Shaode's county government office, there might not be such a complete thing.

"Okay, Zhixing, Senior Brother Daoguang, these are all I want you to see." Wukong pointed at the pile of books with his hands, "The so-called "knowing yourself and your enemy and winning every battle, first of all, we need to understand the current situation in Huangmei County..."

"Junior Brother Wukong?" Zhixing glanced at the crowd with vigilant eyes, "What do you mean, let me see such a crowd of couples?"

"No need to have such a lot of them. I will choose what you need to see for you, Brother."

"Sorry..." Zhixing replied quickly, "Senior brother, I am illiterate and I don't know a single word."

Wukong glanced at Zhixing with contempt. The genius believed that you were illiterate. He ran here all day long to urge the Hua monk who had so many beautiful countries to say that he was illiterate. Does anyone believe it?

"Senior Brother Daoguang..." Wukong turned his head and looked at Daoguang.

"Well, junior brother, your information is indeed very useful. Senior brother, I really want to help you see it." Dao Guang took out a copy from behind with a sad face, "But Senior brother, I am still studying the information of these Taoist priests in the Qing sect, so I really can't find time at the moment."

Study your sister and study the data. Do you still plan to fight with those Taoist priests?

Of course, letting Zhixing and Daoguang come to help study the information is just a joke by Wukong. If there is very little information, maybe he would come to Zhixing Daoguang to read it, but now there are so many, then there will definitely be only Wukong who can read it alone.

It is a skill that is useful from a large amount of information. Wukong can say with certainty that neither Dao Guang nor Zhixing have this skill, just as he said he has this skill with certainty.

"By the way, Uncle Hong Lei." Wukong turned his head to Hong Lei, "Go and arrange the residences of the two senior brothers, and give it another hundred coins and hand it over to the two senior brothers."

"Yes, little husband." Hong Lei agreed immediately, then turned around and planned to go down.

"Forget it," Daoguang said quickly, "Just take fifty stans, and my portion is here for the time being. By the way, Zhixing, are you planning to carry fifty stans back to Zhengjue Temple?"

"I'm anxious," Zhixing said calmly, "Let them take out the money first, let's get some fun first, and save it when you leave, isn't it the same?" No mistake.

Senior Brother Zhixing, you are such a bunker

Daoguang and Zhixing were arranged to go to the guest room to see it. After counting the money, Wukong handed over the little loli Dong Xiaowan to her two servants and asked them to arrange for the little loli to take a bath. After all, he said that he had been running all day during the day. In the end, Wukong returned to the room.

And the pile of information sent by Wang Hong was placed separately in his room according to the piles of classification methods. Wukong rubbed his eyes and lit up all the lights in the room, and the room suddenly became brighter.

In fact, whether it is an oil lamp or a candlelight, because the flames always jump, it is not suitable for reading in such an environment. However, these are not a problem for Wukong, and all the fine and bright copper reflectors are done.

?You said that this kind of fine and shiny reflector is too expensive. Just kidding, Master Wukong, who is rich and powerful, thinks that money is a problem?

"Strive hard" Wukong shouted twice, then he plunged into the middle of the extremely boring stuff and began to read it carefully one by one. While reading it, Wukong also recorded it with the quill he made on the bamboo paper next to him.

The lights in Wukong's house did not go out until the next morning.

Chapter 38: What a powerful Huangmei County information
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