The sun rises as the clouds rise, along the foothills, the long rivers, and the fields, pushing the city walls inch by inch, sprinkling the ripples of the hibiscus pond, and the ducks flapping their wings and rippling.

Wanshou Temple, the yelling sounded, eight bare-spoken men punched with fists.

Chen Yang pushed the open window frame in the attic, and the candlestick placed on the desk was hung with wax. A wisp of blue smoke slowly rose from the burnt wick. The crawling toad turned over, rubbed his eyes and sat up. He looked at the empty room and turned his eyes to the desk. The scholar was putting down his brush, stretching his muscles and stretching comfortably.

"Liangsheng, where is the old pig and the monkey Sun?" Taoist Toad stood up, twisted his waist, jumped to the desk and slid the edge of the table, hung his flippers outside and kicked them hard for a few times, climbed up, sat on the windowsill facing the sun disk, and shining the dense lumps behind him.

The light and dust fly.

Lu Liangsheng yawned, picked up the paper full of handwriting tiredly, and blew some ink stains on it that had not yet dried. "Before dawn, the old pig went back to the restaurant in Xicheng City and continued to be a chef. The Great Sage's magic power was exhausted and it turned back into a hair..."

Next to the ink inkstone, a golden monkey hair lies quietly in the sun.

"I won't say hello to me even if I leave...ahhhh!"

As he was talking, Taoist Toad yawned, supported the frog web to look at the things written by his apprentice, "Liangsheng, what did you write? Now that the Taoist practice has been restored, I may be able to help you."

"Some charters have been signed."

Lu Liangsheng shook the paper, which was all about the matters that had been imagined in the past two years last night. The attendant only looked at the virtues rather than whether he had the qualifications to practice Taoism. He passed on the means and skills of subduing demons and eliminating demons. In the future, this group of people would pass on to more ordinary people. In this way, it should be able to deal with the fragments of demon stars sprinkled across Jiuzhou.

"In fact, it's mainly about collecting people... With the spells, Sun Yingxian and I, if you don't help pulling Yan Chixia in, you can summarize the available magic tricks for them."

Taoist Toad listened to his disciple's story, sat up and nodded against the window frame: "Well, I have many magical skills for the teacher, but I am the best at collecting people, which is worse than..."

"Master, it's better to take ordinary people into Wanshou Temple to the government. It's better to be a master and a master." Lu Liangsheng saw the toads interested, and even calmly interrupted, "It's better for people who earned Wanshou Temple to be orphans. In this way, it's a way to solve some resettlement problems for the government, and secondly, these people can be focused on their cultivation."

Scholars have their own considerations. There must be many orphans in various parts of Jiuzhou. These people often either work for wealthy families or serve as slaves. If they are a little miserable, they may not be buried in the mound of soil and turn into bones if they fail to survive. If they adopt a group of Taoism and magic, and live a life ability, they will stay some of them when they grow up, and leave the rest outside. In this way, the matter of subduing demons and eliminating demons will no longer be solved simply by those who practice Taoism.

"But in this case, the expenses will be high. The emperor wants to build the Grand Canal to connect the north and south, support the army, and stabilize the public security of each state..."

On the other side, the old toad looked at his apprentice holding the paper and fell into thought. He sighed and lay back. He turned around and went out the window to the sun, smacked his lips comfortably, and was drowsy in the morning sun.

I still have nothing to do with my recovery demon pill... It's so peaceful.

The cicadas chirped under the mottled shade of the trees. In the drowsy dream, the glittering scenery that had been galloping back then seemed to be back. Countless chasing monks were timid and weak in front of him, and their limbs couldn't help but twitch and tremble a few times.

Then... the dream turned into countless pieces, and the magic weapon that covered the sky and the sun turned into a black flag. The people who were chasing him made armor one by one, flocking to him with long spears in their hands.

"Uh--"

The Toad Taoist suddenly screamed, jumped up on the spot, fell back to the windowsill, and instinctively wiped off the toad's face, "I'm scared to death."

Lu Liangsheng's voice came from the desk over there: "Master, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Taoist Toad turned around and looked at the eight people who were still exercising under the scorching sun outside. He casually stretched out his webbing and scratched his butts, "I was bitten by a bug, nothing happened."

He murmured, "I'm not sleepy anymore, so I went back to the scene, looked at the bright sunshine outside, caressing Lin Ye gently, thinking about the dream just now.

......What kind of dream did I have in my mother?

In the window, Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting in front of the desk, put away the paper and folded it into a book. The things he had just thought about had a little look. Seeing the master sitting blankly on the windowsill, he got up and went to the bookshelf, took out "The Sea of ​​Mountains and Seas", and trembled his sealing and shaking it downwards.

A black shadow fell to the ground with long purple hair and two white legs exposed, lying on the floor. Feeling the decorations around her, the woman suddenly got up from the ground and saw the scholar standing in front of her, and bowed her head respectfully.

"Zhu Erniang has met Mr. Zhu."

"I have something to call you out and want you to help."

"Sir, please... say."

"Can weave cloth?" Lu Liangsheng looked her up and down a few times. He thought of adopting orphans before, and trying not to add burden to the court in terms of food and clothing. Zhu Erniang is just a spider to form a spirit, and the same is true for weaving webs and weaving cloth. As for what to eat, well, isn't the old pig just the chef's ingredients... the master has also become.

"Weaving...weaving? Sir is asking me?"

Zhu Erniang was a little stunned, slowly raised her hand and pointed at herself in disbelief. She thought that the scholar in front of her was to let her out to find other needs, but she didn't expect that it would be this. She even looked down at her long legs covered by her chest with some doubt.

Lu Liangsheng didn't think too much about it. He guessed that he had to go to the West Market to talk about this with the old pig.

"Sure or not? I'll go find Zhu Gangli later."

When he heard the word "pig", Zhu Erniang's face changed wildly. She reached out and grabbed Lu Liangsheng's sleeve in a panic, and nodded repeatedly: "Well, I can not only weave cloth, but also spin silk... The ordinary kind that is hard to break, I just want not to let me meet the wild boar."

How did this old pig scare her like this?

When everything started, Lu Liangsheng had a purpose. He placed a bedroom and a weaving room for Zhu Erniang under the attic. He took Hong Lian to the street with him. He found the restaurant where he had eaten last night. He found Zhu Gangli, who was cooking a pot of stewed meat in the kitchen and told the whole story.

The old pig put down the kitchen knife and wiped the greasy hands on the apron. "Three meals a day, my old pig is fine. As long as you have enough ingredients, it's OK. The kitchen is in a heavy area. You go out first. After finishing your work, I'll discuss the details with you when I come back."

Perhaps he didn't want Lu Liangsheng and Hong Lian to see his cooking look, so he rushed out the scholars and the others. When he returned to the street, Lu Liangsheng simply pulled Hong Lian around, picked up some things that girls like, and bought one for Qi You. After following him for so long, he worked hard and never gave them a gift.

It was almost noon, and from a distance, I heard the desolate oxen horn sounding from the other side of the imperial city, and there were vague drum sounds of rhythmic drums in the four gates of Chang'an.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

On the long street, many people stopped and looked around.

"What happened?" "Is there an enemy siege?! Go back and take a look!"

The people gathered together in groups of three or three whispered to each other. Hong Lian felt the evil spirit in the drums and pulled the scholar beside him tightly.

"Young Master, what happened?"

Lu Liangsheng comforted her, "It's okay." With a slightly frown, his eyes were tightened. Looking into the direction of the imperial city, he thought of what the emperor said last night, and it seemed that he was very anxious.
Chapter completed!