Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

This live broadcast earned more than 600,000 popularity points.

Half of it was provided by Lu Mingyi.

Du Manzhi redeemed the Small Universe Bag as soon as it aired.

The first thing to put in was the Wangchuan Stone given by Mo Fengchun.

The Little Universe Bag is a very delicate sapphire blue pouch that can only hold a large chestnut, but the interior space is actually quite large.

She wrapped the ribbon around her right wrist to make it easier to access the item.

Based on the voting results, Du Manzhi roughly allocated the number of five talismans.

There is a saying that those who are good at writing do not choose pens.

The same is true for drawing symbols.

For people who often draw talismans, using inferior paper and ink will not affect the effect very much.

In order to save popularity points, Du Manzhi wanted to buy materials in Daqian.

But her wallet is not bulging either.

In the end, I honestly exchanged a thousand basic talisman papers from the prize pool.

Ding Cuiyun got the pen and ink on credit from the shopkeeper, and the money was deducted from the first month's salary.

When Old Master Yan and his granddaughter came to thank him, they saw their respected master immersed in painting, with ink stains on his sleeves and face, like a child who had been punished to copy books.

Grandfather and grandson looked at each other and felt they looked familiar.

Old lady: "..."

Miss Yan: "..."

Du Manzhi asked them to sit down.

Miss Yan has recently focused on taking care of her body, reciting Taoist classics in the morning and evening. Now her body has almost recovered. Although the essence sucked away by Cui Sheng cannot come back, she is young and can take care of herself slowly in the future.

After she recovered, she was able to go out. Her grandparents and grandson came here specially to give her gifts today.

First came a box of gold and a box of silver. They were of excellent quality. Du Tianshi, who was as poor as he was, instantly sympathized with Bai Wuchang and Qin Feng. He was really happy to receive the money!

Another box of ancient books related to Taoist culture came up.

There are also various kinds of cloth, finished clothes, hairpins, rings and household items.

The finale is the various magical instruments necessary for opening a altar.

Du Manzhi read them one by one and was really sincere.

It was a sincere gift, and it would be boring to push it around, so she accepted it happily.

Miss Yan picked up a magic talisman that fell on the ground with curious eyes.

The visitors were guests, and Du Manzhi took the initiative to explain to them the functions and usage of each talisman.

I thought that Mrs. Yan would be disgusted by this, but the old man was very open-minded and even took out his money bag to buy a magic talisman from her.

"I'll go find a box and put it in it for you. If you mention giving money, I won't give you this talisman!"

She gave away a set of five-talisman buckets for the whole family.

Mrs. Yan stroked her beard and looked at her granddaughter. Miss Yan put on her curtain hat and went to guard the door, sending all the boys moving boxes away.

Du Manzhi: "Old Master, do you have something to say to me?"

"Since the master is wholeheartedly following Admiral Xichang, I don't want to cause more trouble, but there are some things that I must make clear to the master."

"Master, please speak."

"There is a group of villains in the imperial court who often stir up trouble in front of me, control the imperial court, and force away many noble people and important people. I see it in my eyes and feel pain in my heart! In my opinion, what will be the fate of Daqian's country in the future?"

Du Manzhi didn't even think about it: "I don't know!"

She has not studied it, and she doesn't really want to get involved in court affairs.

Mrs. Yan told her all the shortcomings of Daqian as if she was pouring out her bitterness.

Corruption is rampant, cliques are formed for personal gains, military expenditures are reduced, taxes are heavy, mulberry trees are used instead of farming, and so on.

Help, even in Miss Yan’s dream, the old master forced her to memorize books and practice calligraphy all day long, but he didn’t use these things to make things difficult for her!

Du Manzhi felt sleepy after hearing this.

Until he took out a folded page with black and white writing on it, she ran away most of the time!

This is a memorial that has not yet been framed. It begins with: "The key to governance is to calm the people, and the way to calm the people is to observe their suffering..."

The suffering that Old Master Yan observed was the money and food that the people handed over.

The quality of farmland varies from place to place, and coupled with unforeseen wind, frost, rain, snow, and geological disasters, crop yields are uncertain.

In good years, the people harvested grains and kept them for their own rations, and what was left was usually just enough to pay taxes;

In a disaster year, if you don't pay enough, the shortfall will be recorded to next year.

Year after year, arrears accumulated, leaving ordinary farmers unable to repay.

Old Master Yan mentioned an example: A certain family owed a huge amount of money and food, and the whole family committed suicide by hanging from the rafters!

He advocated writing off all arrears from previous years to reduce the pressure on farmers.

Du Manzhi's first reaction: The old man ate arsenic...

His starting point was very good, but he knew with his toes that both corrupt officials and the emperor would probably want him not to start.

The wording of this memorial was extremely rigid and left no room for maneuver.

Sending this up is like Yan Guan standing on the Jinluan Palace with his hands on his hips and shouting:

His Majesty! Do you want to listen to my opinion?

If you don't listen, I'll kill you in the hall!

Emperor: Let’s do it. I’ll grant you a posthumous title after the incident. No one is allowed to mention this matter again.

……

Du Manzhi was very tactful: "Teacher plans to retire and return to his hometown in the near future?"

Don’t you want to do it anymore?

Do you want to have some fun before you leave?

Old Master Yan: "...please pass it to the Admiral on your behalf."

Alas.

One is a veteran representative of the Qing Dynasty.

One is a powerful official with a notorious reputation.

The two people quarreled a lot in the book, and he dared to give such a fatal piece of information to Jiu Qiansui. Their relationship in private was not bad, right? Who are you co-starring in?

Du Manzhi rolled his eyes.

"Looking for me? If I don't serve him sincerely, I will sue the emperor..."

Old Master Yan smiled, took the memorial back and slowly tore it into pieces, his eyes calm and wise.

"Master, this is what I want to remind you. It seems that you understand it in your heart."

"what……"

"Nominally, the admiral is the eagle dog of today. In reality, we have to guard against each other. No one wants to die together. Likewise, no one wants to make the other person's life too comfortable."

Mrs. Yan brought up the unsolved silver hairpin case.

"I advise the master to leave as soon as possible and return to the master's school to seek shelter. If this case is handled well..."

Du Manzhi said expressionlessly: "If this is done well, the emperor will recruit me. It would be a mistake for the admiral to keep me, and it would be a mistake not to keep me."

To keep her would be to defy the emperor's order.

If she didn't stay, others would say that there must be more and better talents under Jiu Qian Sui, and she would be the best.

When you are working for the emperor, you don't report the talent you encounter, but you still dare to hide it secretly? If you give people a handle in real life, there will be no good fruit to eat.

"The master is transparent."

What the hell.

His good mood at receiving the gift was ruined.

She just wanted to fight for a position in Daqian based on her ability.

Day after day, there are so many things going on, and it is another day that I miss modern times.

……

The old lady took her leave first, and Miss Yan came over in small steps, asking to see her mother.

Du Manzhi patted her head. She used the ghost law to control Mrs. Yan. She had been so obsessed with practicing recently that she had forgotten about her.

Entering the room, she rubbed her left palm.

Mrs. Yan's soul appeared in the darkness, her expression was still a little confused, but she immediately brightened up when she saw her daughter.

"Don't worry, I'll open her eyes first."

Du Manzhi swiped the little girl's eyelids. He was about to say that you two should talk, but suddenly he realized——

The facial features of the mother and daughter looked very familiar.

"Let me ask a question...do you know Chen Douer?"

Mrs. Yan hesitated: "You mean, the daughter of Marquis Guangen and the sister of the eldest son Chen Xun, the one who started the rebellion in Longbei..."

"Hey, right, right."

Mrs. Yan hid her face in shame.

"My surname is also Chen. Even though I am a relative, I should call her aunt when we meet. More than ten years ago, I was in a dream and persuaded her to stop, but she refused to listen. Later, she was suppressed by Chen Heng in Dongchang, and I didn't know It’s a matter of funeral…”

"Wait a minute, who is Chen Heng?"