Liaozhai Great Sage

How can it be too bad for a person who stands out from countless scholars to become a child, a scholar, a person who raises people and then becomes an official.

Sure enough, after the magistrate's words were finished, these scholars were ignited with enthusiasm one by one, and they volunteered one by one.

"Pleading for the common people is my lifelong wish. Even if the magistrate doesn't say it, I am still willing to write a sacrificial text, go to the treasure temple to worship, and appease the dragon king's wrath."

"That's right. I've read the books of sages and sages. Now that the people are in trouble, why not stand up and ask the magistrate to give me the pen and ink. I'll write a sacrificial oration and go to the treasure temple to burn incense and worship."

"Late births are also willing."

These scholars shouted loudly one by one, for fear of falling behind.

Li Xiuyuan is a mature person and will not be so easily incited. He pondered for a moment and thought that he should not be the person with the highest fate that the old Jijiu lord said.

Even though the ghosts and gods know the identity of my natural saint, only the ghosts and gods with high status know a little bit, little ghosts and demons don't know it, and ordinary people can't know it even if they have Taoism.

"If the old Jijiu doesn't refer to himself, then are there other people with extremely high lives? Or maybe the old Jijiu doesn't know whose life is expensive, just throwing fish in a big net, let's give it a try?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, and felt that the latter was more likely.

If Lao Jijiu knew who had a very high fate, he would call his name, and he would not let the magistrate gather all the famous scholars in the city.

As for why he was looking for someone with a high life, Li Xiuyuan also knew a thing or two.

Because a person with a noble fate is a person with profound merit, and this type of person is secretly protected, and the Dragon King of Wujiang will still have scruples.

With scruples, there is the possibility of conversation.

If it is sincere, there may be a chance to appease the Dragon King of Wujiang.

This may be what the old Jijiu thought.

But Li Xiuyuan felt that if things were really as he guessed, then the chance of success was not great.

This Wujiang Dragon King is too domineering, so domineering to the point of being unreasonable, if he can communicate, the old Jijiu will not die here.

For a while, Li Xiuyuan fell into deep thought.

At this time, the magistrate patted his palm again and said: "Okay, I am very pleased to have the heart of the people from the younger generations. Come on, get your pen, ink, paper and inkstone ready. Please write a sacrificial article and present it to me." Hand it over to the official for review, when the time comes, the official will select the best few sacrificial texts, and you will go up to the temple and burn them to worship, and hope that someone can appease the Dragon King’s wrath with a single sacrificial text.”

Soon, the guards brought more than a dozen wooden tables into the hut, arranged them neatly, prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and waited for all the scholars to start their hands.

"I come."

A scholar volunteered, rolled up his Tibetan show, strode to a wooden table, twirled his brush and dyed ink, and immediately wrote a sacrificial oration after thinking about it.

"Such a major event for the country and the people, how could I be missing."

And Tong Sheng's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and he squeezed out of the crowd to take up the next seat to write sacrificial texts.

Ning Caichen next to Li Xiuyuan also seemed to be infected, he squeezed forward, picked up a pen and splashed ink, and wrote a sacrificial text without thinking.

Ning Caichen's literary talent is definitely one of the best among this group of scholars. I don't know if it has something to do with his frequent copying of books for others.

"Don't worry, don't worry, every scholar here needs to leave a sacrificial note, there is no need to fight for it, come and add more ink." The prefect said.

The guard responded and left quickly. After a while, he moved a table from nowhere and added a place to the scholar's door.

"Since you're here, let's try it."

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, walked casually to a wooden table, pondered for a while, and began to write sacrificial texts.

For a moment, there was only the sound of brush and ink splashing in the thatched shed.

But just after Li Xiuyuan wrote the sacrificial text, a scholar came over angrily, tore away the unfinished sacrificial text, and said, "What kind of sacrificial text are you writing, the Dragon King is angry and rains heavily, The sacrificial rites should be moved with emotion and reason, but your sacrificial rites are full of killing and threats. If this piece of rites is seen by the Dragon King, you will definitely be even more furious. Just get out of the way and stand aside. Watch, watch how I write the sacrificial oration."

After finishing speaking, the scholar grabbed the ink brush again, fetched a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, and began to write on his own.

"Ok?"

Li Xiuyuan frowned, what is this?Grab a seat?

Looking at the scholar again, he seemed to be the scholar who was thrown with cow dung, but now his face was covered with rain, as if he had found a place to wash off the cow dung.

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.