Just as Xiao Zicheng was thinking hard, Zhu Wang got a plate of melon seeds from somewhere:

"I said Lao Xiao, I'm probably busy until night today. It's better to knock on some melon seeds than to sit freely."

Xiao Zicheng reached out to take it, but when he saw Zhu Ying, who was not wearing a mask, he retracted his hand halfway.

Zhu Ying thought he was afraid of being seen, so he sneered:

"What are you afraid of? I've seen it all. Everyone in Jingzhao Mansion has gone to the quarantine point, and no one will see it."

"There are so many people coming and going, but who knows how many hands this melon seed has been through?" Xiao Zicheng looked disgusted, "You don't wear a mask, and you are not afraid of getting infected with the epidemic."

Zhu Rong smiled embarrassedly. He had realized what a dilemma is like these days.

I thought I could go out of the palace to play and have more than one good thing, so I didn’t have to go to the palace to study.

But ideals are very full, but reality directly exposes the beautiful fantasies in his mind.

The people in Jingzhao Mansion were afraid that he would get infected with the epidemic and would not let him leave the government office at all. Zhu Ying was very sad to find that this was just a transition from one cage to another.

Just as Zhu Ying was worried about mulberry, the sound of beating drums and bowls came from all directions, and then the sound of firecrackers sounded.

When is this time? Anyone still has this leisure and elegant firecracker?

The interruption of the thoughts in Xiao Zicheng frowned and was very annoyed.

A yamen run in excitedly and said:

"Several temples in the city are holding a ceremony to eliminate epidemics, praying for the blessing of the gods. Do you want to ask for some talisman water?"

Xiao Zicheng's face became gloomy and he snorted coldly:

"If the gods are useful, there will be no plague in this world. Will there be any swords and weapons when worshiping Bodhisattvas are effective?

I kept not letting the crowd gather, and I saw that these bald donkeys were tired of living!"

Unexpectedly, the yamen runner was a deeply superstitious person. He was so scared that his face turned pale and hurriedly persuaded:

"Sir, don't blaspheme the gods, otherwise the gods will suffer the consequences of their lives..."

Xiao Zicheng covered his forehead and was speechless for a moment.

Sure enough, it is useless to talk about science and logic to this group of people.

Anyway, Xiao Zicheng said that he would not join in the fun of the crowd. In a very short time, a large group of people gathered together, which was simply causing trouble.

However, Zhu Ying was a little eager to try, but Xiao Zicheng tried to persuade him before stopping him.

Suddenly, a strong sour smell filled the government office.

The smell was indescribable, and it was vaguely mixed with this burning smell, which made Xiao Zicheng cough.

What's going on? Why are these unlucky things coming together...

He pulled Zhu Ying and ran out. When he went outside, he saw a team of yamen runners setting up a fire, burning these unknown things.

Xiao Zicheng rushed over and yelled:

"What are you doing?!"

The fire-burning yamen runners were choked by the thick smoke and burst into tears and snot, but they never left the smoke range, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to penetrate it:

"Sir, the villain is burning the fragrance of the epidemic!"

"What are you doing to drive away the epidemic? Hurry up and destroy it!!"

"Sir, you can't destroy it. This is distributed by Master Mingjing of Fahua Temple. It can drive away evil spirits and avoid epidemics..."

Are these bald donkeys really not afraid of losing their heads. If you make such a ghost thing, can you solve the plague by relying on this?

Xiao Zicheng was thinking when he suddenly saw a group of people running past the government office, all of whom were in a hurry.

"Go and stop one and ask what the situation is!"

Seeing that these people did not abide by the epidemic prevention regulations, Xiao Zicheng was immediately angry.

After a while, the yamen runner pulled a young man in. The young man drooped his face and muttered something:

"Sir, ask what you want to ask quickly. If it is too late, it will be too late..."

"What's the hurry?" Xiao Zicheng was a little surprised, "Where are you rushing to go?"

"I don't know that Master Mingjing of Fahua Temple is very powerful. As long as you drink the talisman he drew by himself, any disease can be cured. If you go too late, you will be gone!!"

God's mother can cure all kinds of diseases, and she's the mage, I'm gonna be! It's fine if these dead bald donkeys cheat on them on weekdays.

It’s abominable that he dares to rob the fire when the plague is in the face of it!

Xiao Zicheng made up his mind and couldn't help but say coldly:

"A group of dogs who are witchy! I want to see how many heads the bald donkeys have today!"

When Zhu Ying heard this, he became interested and said to her:

"That's right, I've been disliked by those monks for a long time. I don't know what your temper is, I can't stand it anyway."

Xiao Zicheng glanced at Zhu Ying speechlessly. His little thoughts were very clear. He just couldn't stay in the government office and wanted to find a reason to go out openly.

However, Zhu Ying really wanted to come forward for the transfer of troops, so Xiao Zicheng immediately ordered the yamen runners and rushed to Fahua Temple.

The closer you get to Fahua Temple, the more pedestrians there are on the road. When Xiao Zicheng saw this, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

When you arrive at Fahua Temple, you can see the huge square from a distance, densely covered with people.

They clasped their hands together and looked at the platform in front of them with devout expressions.

The so-called Master Mingjing was sitting upright on the high platform, and the monks from the Fahua Temple sat around the audience, beating the wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Accompanied by Master Mingjing's long Buddhist chant, a little novice monk walked out solemnly, threw a thick talisman paper into the fire and burned it to ashes.

Several monks wearing gorgeous monk robes, carrying red silk trays, entered the crowd to collect money.

The people below were like crazy, rushing towards the monks one by one, striving for the so-called gray-sized quota that cures all diseases.

Xiao Zicheng waved his hand and the guards behind him were ordered to rush straight towards the crowd. The scene was very chaotic for a moment.

The time of two incense sticks passed, and the scene was barely stabilized.

The monks of Fahua Temple were controlled by the imperial guards. Xiao Zicheng looked closely and saw that the monks all had rosy faces, which was in sharp contrast to the thin people beside them.

"Sir! You are blaspheming the Buddha! You will be punished!!"

"Sir, okay, can you give me the talisman ash? My 60-year-old mother is still waiting for the Holy Water to help her..."

"What is the crime of Master Mingjing? He can't release him quickly!"

The people glared at Xiao Zicheng and all accused him, as if Xiao Zicheng was a vicious person.

Seeing the crowd excited, the monks in Fahua Temple also spoke out loud:

"This sir, it's time to turn back to you, don't create karma..."

"How can the Buddhist purity be used to move the hilt? You can't retreat quickly!"

"Master Mingjing is compassionate and cannot bear to the suffering of sentient beings. He seeks spiritual talismans at his own Buddhahood. Why did the Lord stop him?"

Xiao Zicheng looked at the group of fat bald donkeys with red faces, and he was angry and said coldly:
Chapter completed!