Chapter 166: Master Lin, the Amazing Literary Talent
Shuangmu Mountain!
Deep in the mountains, the ten demon leaders gathered together to discuss who should lead the entire Shuangmu Mountain.
Ever since the Shanjun clan was annihilated, the major demon clans in Shuangmu Mountain have been unwilling to submit to each other and all want to be the boss. However, they are all equally strong and after fighting for a long time, no one has been able to defeat the others with absolute advantage.
In addition, the monsters in other mountains were also eyeing Shuangmu Mountain. Under such circumstances, the monster leaders of Shuangmu Mountain decided to stop the civil war.
Choose a new leader in another way.
"Since everyone has made up their mind, let's do it this way. Whoever solves Qingfeng Temple first will be the new leader of Shuangmu Mountain."
The monsters in Shuangmu Mountain discussed and came up with a plan to see who could capture Qingfeng Temple first.
There has been no hatred between Qingfeng Temple and Shuangmu Mountain in recent years, but a few decades ago, many monsters who came down from Shuangmu Mountain died at the hands of the Taoists of Qingfeng Temple.
If it was the original Qingfeng Temple, the monsters in Shuangmu Mountain naturally would not dare to have any ideas, but they had received news not long ago that the disciples of Qingfeng Temple were dying out, and there were only three people left at most.
Kill him while he is ill.
"We, the Pig Demon Clan, led the charge. Back then, my father , my grandfather, and my great-grandfather were all killed by the stinky Taoist priests from Qingfeng Temple."
The wild boar leader spoke first, and the other major demon tribes did not fight for it. Although there were rumors outside that Qingfeng Temple had declined, no one knew whether it was true or not, so it was good to let the wild boar take the lead.
After the meeting, the monsters started drinking. No one noticed that a yellow cow was happily heading down the mountain.
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Twenty miles outside Shangyang City, in a small forest.
An old Taoist priest with white hair was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and around him were many young Taoist priests who were resting. If Lin Ye were here, he would recognize that these young Taoist priests were the ones who had left Feiyun Temple.
A day ago, Lin Ye sent an invitation to Feiyun Temple, saying that the last time he had not entertained them well, and invited Feiyun Temple to be his guest. After receiving the invitation, Feiyun Temple took it very seriously and sent the Grand Elder to lead the team personally.
As for why the temple master didn’t come, it was because the injuries from the self-explosion had not yet recovered.
The team rested for a while and were about to set off. At this moment, a dozen pig monsters just entered from the southeast of the woods, and the two teams ran into each other by chance.
The Taoists of Feiyun Temple immediately became alert, and the same was true for the pig demon.
If monsters and Taoist priests don't have hatred, they won't fight to the death when they meet.
The supreme elder of Feiyun Temple was about to say something when the pig demon leader over there coughed and was thinking about saying something.
But before he could open his mouth, dust suddenly swirled behind the pig demon team, and then a hoarse voice was heard: "It's the Taoist priests with bull noses. Brothers, go ahead and kill them!"
Swish!
As soon as this voice came out, the Taoists in Feiyun Temple also drew their swords.
Then, a piece of mud shot out from behind the pig monster team and landed on a Taoist priest in Feiyun Temple.
This piece of mud broke the balance.
The Grand Elder of Feiyun Temple and the leader of the pig monsters looked at each other, and there was a hint of embarrassment in both of their eyes. However, when the Grand Elder saw a young disciple of his own Taoist temple being pushed several meters away by a pig monster, he could not help it.
"Damn it, you actually dared to bully the disciples of Feiyun Temple. Watch out for my sword!"
"Who's afraid of who?"
The leader of the pig monsters fought with the supreme elder of Feiyun Temple, while at the end of the pig monster team, a yellow cow quietly retreated from the forest, hiding its merits and fame.
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Tzu Chi Temple, Taoyuan Temple...
Six or seven Taoist temples in a row received Lin Ye's invitations, and as expected, these sects would .
"You did a good job this time, you beast."
Lin Ye was praising Huang Niu in the yard. Huang Niu was a very successful undercover beast. Every time the Two-Eyed Mountain Monster came down the mountain, Huang Niu would volunteer to say that he was familiar with the city and could lead the way for everyone.
Then, under Lin Ye's design and with the cooperation of Huang Niu, the two sides would always face off, and then a fierce battle would break out.
Moo!
The scalper roared at Lin Ye, and Lin Ye smiled and said, "Don't worry, since I promised to give it to you, I will definitely not break my promise. I have prepared all the delicious food for you."
Beef, beef jerky...steak...
Lin Ye didn't know why this beast liked to eat the flesh of its own kind so much. Was it really cannibalism?
"In the short term, the monsters in Shuangmu Mountain will not come to trouble Qingfeng Temple again, but we can't let our guard down. If there is any news, notify me immediately."
Moo!
The yellow cow held a box of milk in its mouth, raised its horns and pierced the bag of beef jerky, then kicked its hooves and climbed over the wall.
Lin Ye looked at the disappearing figure of the yellow cow and was also amazed. The cow didn't go through the door properly, but liked to climb over the wall. I don't know who it learned it from.
The crisis alarm at Qingfeng Temple could be lifted for the time being, but Lin Ye was unable to relax. He had promised Judge Cui that he would deal with this new judge.
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Shangyang City City God Temple.
Lin Ye came over with a pot of liquor and a pot of roast chicken, and shouted directly: "Lao Yang, what are you doing? I came to see you."
"Mr. Lin, what brings you here so late at night?"
Yang Jian appeared and looked at Lin Ye with a very strange look in his eyes. Although he was in the underworld, he still knew some things that happened in Shangyang City during this period. The most widely circulated one was the Qingfeng Temple's pursuit of the Ghost King.
When Yang Jian heard the news for the first time, he almost lost his balance. Could Lin Ye be a match for the Ghost King?
The Ghost King corresponds to a Taoist master at the Yuanshen level. It’s not like he doesn’t know where the Yuanshen-level masters come from in Qingfeng Temple.
"Lao Yang, your attitude is wrong. I came to see you, but you didn't seem to welcome me. I even bought you a roast chicken and liquor."
Lin Ye patted Yang Jian's shoulder, and Yang Jian took a step back to avoid him, saying, "Mr. Lin, please talk about what you want to say."
"It's nothing, I just want to have a drink with you."
Lin Ye forcibly dragged Old Yang closer to the City God Temple. At first, Old Yang was a little wary, but after drinking a pound of liquor, his attitude became much warmer than before. Seeing this, Lin Ye asked, "Old Yang, I heard that our Canglan County's new judge has taken office. What's his background?"
"How do you know that?"
Yang Jian looked at Lin Ye with some surprise, and Lin Ye said that he heard it from others.
"Mr. Lin, you are well-informed. The new judge has indeed taken office. As for the background of this new judge, no one in the entire Canglan County knows better than me."
Maybe he was a little drunk, Yang Jian didn't hide his feelings, so Lin Ye deliberately said, "Is this true? Old Yang, don't brag to me."
"Am I bragging? Lu Zheng was an official in the same court as me, and we have a close personal relationship."
"Really? Then tell me, what are the hobbies of Judge Lu?"
" As for hobbies, there's nothing special about them. Oh, yes, I like poetry. When I was in office, I held several poetry gatherings."
When Lin Ye heard good poetry, he smiled. That was easy.
If there is nothing else, he can weigh his poetry by the kilogram.
You don't even need to carry this thing. If you print it out in modern times, it can fill several sacks.
After finding out about the new judge's preferences, Lin Ye quickly came up with a plan.
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"It must be that the celestial being was drunk and smashed the white clouds to pieces. Just by listening to this poem, one can feel the unruly feeling."
"That's nothing. I still like what Master Lin said: I laughed out loud at the sky and went out. How can I be considered a weed?"
"I didn't expect that Master Lin is not only handsome, but also has such a great talent for poetry and writing."
"What a pity, it's only halfway through. I don't understand why Master Lin doesn't want to finish reading it."
Poetry has become popular in Shangyang City recently. The reason is that three days ago, several scholars were reciting poems and composing essays in a restaurant, and Master Lin happened to pass by. Somehow a dispute arose, and in the end Master Lin wrote three poems in a row. When the scholars saw the poems written by Master Lin, they were so astonished that they had to leave in shame.
In addition to these three poems, Master Lin also wrote several more poems when he was in high spirits. Although those poems were only one or two sentences and not complete poems, it was precisely this point that caused a sensation in the entire Shangyang City and even the Canglan County literary world. All the readers were thinking about how they would respond to these poems if they were in his shoes.
Shangyang City.
In the mansion that the drunk old Taoist had broken into, red lanterns were swaying, and there was an extra piece of paper on the desk in the yard.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is gorgeous!"
There was a poem written on the paper.
A slender hand held the brush, but the brush did not move for a long time below this line of poetry.
"Fairy, is this poem good?"
"The poem is excellent, but I didn't expect a Taoist priest could write such a poem. It's really interesting."
A clear and pleasant voice came from the owner of the slender hand, "So what should we do now? This kid is very cunning and has already resolved the crisis of Qingfeng Temple."
"Since it has been lifted, let's just wait and see what happens. We have waited for so many years, so why should we care about it now?"
"yes."
The old woman retreated. She didn't understand why the fairy was interested in a poem. In her opinion, all poems written by humans were just moaning without any effect.
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Canglan County City God Temple.
"Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. Why not hum and walk slowly? A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse. Who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you for the rest of your life."
In the City God Temple, the newly appointed Judge Lu was also scratching his ears and cheeks. He had only one hobby in his life, which was poetry. This was true both during his lifetime and after his death.
Yesterday, when he heard the scholars in the city reciting this poem, he was immediately attracted.
For this purpose, he deliberately showed up and pretended to be a scholar to ask for advice, and only then did he know that these poems were written by a man named Lin Gongzi from Shangyang City.
And it's not just this one, each of them is an excellent poem, but the problem is that these poems have no second verse.
He was also a scholar, so he naturally knew that if someone could write such an amazing first stanza, it was impossible that he could not write the second stanza. He did not write it on purpose, but he would feel uncomfortable if he did not write it. He had been sitting here for a whole day and a night, thinking about completing it himself, but in the end he found that he was just adding a poor finishing touch, so he simply gave up.
"Master Lin from Shangyang City, it seems that I can only visit him in person."
