No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 119 Darkness Chen Cang
What the old craftsmen of the sword shop proposed was a baptism similar to the sword baptism.

With Ouyang Rong's consent, intensive preparations were made that day.

In the afternoon, Yinzheng was engraved at the beginning.

The priests and shamans of the Dragon King Temple, who were invited by Mr. Chen and others from the Guyue Sword Shop, arrived at the Digong gate one after another.

"Mr. Chen, you have prepared quite a lot of things for this baptism ceremony. It has been shipped so quickly. It looks like it has been prepared long ago."

On the gravel beach outside the Digong gate, Ouyang Rong looked at several carriages loaded with strangely shaped ritual vessels and pottery pots passing by, and turned to ask Mr. Chen and other craftsmen curiously.

Mr. Chen smiled:

"The county magistrate does not know that every time a good sword is released in the sword furnace on the west bank, there will be such a sword washing ceremony, but it is often held, and the items of the temple wishers are always ready.

"However, because there is a ready-made Longshou platform at the West Bank Sword Shop, it is more convenient. There is no high platform here, so we can only choose a site on the spot, and build a platform by the water. Naturally, more things will be transported, which will be more troublesome.

"But don't worry, the old man will go and tell the priests to speed up, so as not to affect the progress of gate repair... Please bear with me, magistrate."

"Nothing. Take your time, don't rush."

Ouyang Rong waved his sleeves generously, and smiled with his hands behind his back:

"However, the old gentlemen are more particular. Although I am a sage disciple, I don't believe in supernatural powers and gods, but I also respect the customs of the county. By the way, what kind of temple do you usually worship?"

"Returning to the adults, it is the Dragon King Temple that the local people have always believed in, dedicated to the underwater Dragon King."

"Dragon King Temple?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and pondered:

"Then every time there is a flood in Dragon City, it shouldn't rush to it, right? After all, the Dragon King blesses you."

Diao Xiancheng, who was watching from behind, added:

"Mingfu, don't tell me, it's really like this. Now the largest Dragon King Temple in the county is on the top of Xiaogu Mountain. Normally, it can't be washed away by floods. It is similar to Donglin Temple in Dagu Mountain."

Ouyang Rong laughed: "The location is wonderful."

A certain girl from the Xie family who was inseparable from him held her sword and stared at the priests and shamans who were dressed up in front of them, and she curled her lips.

The two well-known scholars in the front joked with each other, while Mr. Chen and other old craftsmen in the back dared not argue. They observed the face of the young county magistrate with a smile, and they couldn't help explaining:

"Master County Magistrate, in fact, the main thing is to seek peace of mind. The older generation said that the location of Yuenv Gorge is a bit strange, and it has never been peaceful to repair the gates. Let's hold a ceremony and ask the gods to reward the Dragon King, which is also considered to be safe.

"By the way, it's a coincidence that there has been a rumor in the county recently, and it is related to the county magistrate and the underwater dragon king."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Everyone said in private that the Sunset River drowned when the county magistrate took office, and the Dragon King did not dare to take his life away. Instead, he taught the county magistrate a wonderful strategy for water control, and he came back to benefit the people of Longcheng. The county magistrate is the destiny blessed by the Dragon King. son."

Ouyang Rong nodded and said nothing.

However, he has a new understanding of some superstitions of the people in Longcheng.

As a parent officer, he must be aware of this matter.

While thinking, Ouyang Rong looked away from the painted face of a black-robed priestess in the line passing in front of him.

He suddenly turned his head and asked curiously:

"By the way, you held sword washing ceremonies at the sword shop in the past, and there was no living sacrifice, right?"

Sensing the eyes of everyone around hearing the words, Mr. Chen and other old craftsmen hurriedly waved their hands:

"The county magistrate is joking, our sword shop is a legal business, and now we have to forge tribute swords for the nobles in the Luojing Palace, how can it be so vulgar."

"Not now, was there before?"

"Not before." The old craftsmen quickly added.

Ouyang Rong pressed down with his right hand across the air, smiled and comforted:

"It's okay, I'm just asking casually. Well, it's fine if you don't have it. This matter is not only for me, the court also hates it and has zero tolerance."

The last few words of the young county magistrate seem to have something to say.

No one dared to answer, they all nodded in response.

In Ouyang Rong's eyes, there was nothing special about the baptism ceremony of the Dragon King Temple priests and witches, and it was even a bit boring, just like jumping the gods.

And the leading priestess in black robe and dreadlocks was neither generous nor generous, so Diao Xiancheng and others who lacked entertainment behind him watched with relish.

Not long after, the baptism ceremony ended on the high platform illuminated by the orange sun at dusk.

Seeing that it was getting late, the young county magistrate bid farewell to Diao Xiancheng, Mr. Chen and others as usual.

But before he left, he turned his back to the setting sun, his expression was obscured by darkness in the eyes of everyone, but in fact his gaze swept across the crowd in front of him.

Ouyang Rong's gaze paused for a moment on a chubby official among the county clerks, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

This person was Liu Ashan who obeyed his orders and specially arranged to join the team of clerks surnamed Yuan a few days ago. He was also the one who slipped through the net when cleaning up the mice in the county government last time.

With a calm face, Ouyang Rong took Xie Lingjiang and other boats to leave and returned to the county.

Diao Xiancheng and other county government officials saw that the Shangguan had left after get off work, so they no longer concealed their fishing, cleaned up and prepared to go back by boat.

In fact, when the completion of the Digong Gate was approaching, in order to ensure safety, the staff of the Longcheng County Government adopted a rotation system to watch the night at the Digong Gate.

Last night, it was Ouyang Rong who led the junior sister to watch the night, but tonight it is logical that Diao Xiancheng stayed to watch the night to guard the new gate.

However, the Yuenv Gorge is full of uncultivated mountains and forests, and it is a hot and humid season, so there are a lot of mosquitoes sleeping at night.

Diao Xiancheng felt that it was still necessary to give some opportunities to the young people under his command, and to put more burdens on their shoulders. They couldn't be like the Ming government, which took everything by itself and took away the opportunities for young people to perform.

So Diao Xiancheng decided to go back to Longcheng at night, and come early tomorrow, um, earlier than Mingfu... You are already very diligent, aren't you?

"How long will it take for your baptism?"

Diao Xiancheng, who was about to run away, held up his official hat, turned his head and asked the leading black-robed priestess with a serious face.

Fairy Yucheng lowered her eyes and replied, "My lord, it's ready."

"That's it, hurry up. Martial law will be imposed around here at night. No one is allowed to stay except county clerks and gate repair craftsmen."

"Yes, my lord."

Under the sight of Diao Xiancheng, the fairy Yucheng led a group of witches to leave in a file.

Only then did Diao County Prime Minister turn around and exhort a few clerks who were guarding the night at the Di Gong Gate, all of which were old-fashioned words.

Before leaving, Diao County Prime Minister glanced at the sluice not far away. The two carriages left behind seemed to be filled with wooden barrels and covered with gray tarpaulins. They seemed to be the priests of the Dragon King Temple just now. The witches didn't take it away.

"Xiao Yuan, what is that?"

Diao Xiancheng frowned, pointed to that place, and asked a chubby steward behind him.

Yuan Sili glanced over there, with a flattering smile on his face, and explained:
"My lord, this is a new batch of gate repair materials that Mr. Chen and the others need, for the final completed inner gate. It happened to be on the way today, and it was brought here by the priests of the Dragon King Temple."

"Oh?"

At this time, Diao Xiancheng saw that Mr. Chen was pulling the two carriages away with his men not far away, so he also looked away.

He turned his head and glanced at Digong Gate under the setting sun.

The dazzling orange sunset fell on the water surface on both sides of the Digong Gate, sparkling with waves.

Occasionally, waterfowl take flight,
On the new gate across the Nu Gorge, the workers and craftsmen have disappeared from the busy figures of the day, and they have all left, appearing empty.

A peaceful scene of fishermen singing at night.

Diao Xiancheng nodded in satisfaction, turned and left.

What a fulfilling day.

Diao Xiancheng sighed in his heart. In fact, he really enjoyed the atmosphere of returning home from duty. Working overtime and so on is not suitable for the elderly at all. As an official, you have to treat yourself better.

He imitated the appearance of the young county, with his hands behind his back, boarded the bow, accompanied the boat to leave the Yuenv Gorge, raised his head slightly, and hummed softly.

A round of red sun slowly fell into Yunmengze, and the sky gradually darkened.

Diao Xiancheng stroked his beard, looked at the magnificent scenery, suddenly became interested, and couldn't help but began to chant poems on the spot, until... two unexpected guests boarded the boat suddenly.

"Master Diao is very poetic."

"Mingfu? You...why are you here!"

Diao Xiancheng almost pulled out his beard and was taken aback. He stretched his neck and looked around at the river behind Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang, and asked in amazement.

"Why, not welcome?"

"Welcome, of course! A warm welcome!"

Diao Xiancheng hurriedly bent down to salute, while stammering:
"Xiaguan... Xiaguan is going back to get something, so I will leave for a while and go back to Digong gate immediately."

The young county magistrate, who had been waiting for a long time on the nearby river bank and was brought onto the boat by a junior sister with excellent lightness kung fu, said with a smile:

"Master Diao wants to go back and get a pillow and quilt, right, Di Gongzha's camp doesn't sleep well."

"Yes... no no." Diao Xiancheng nodded, and when he realized it, he shook his head like a rattle.

Ouyang Rong sees through, turns around first, and asks the boatman to turn around: "Let's go, Mr. Diao."

"Mingfu, where are you going? You...Aren't you going back?"

"Take Mr. Diao to see interesting things, and get a personal certificate by the way."

"Witness?"

Diao Xiancheng was puzzled.

The young magistrate smiled without saying a word, standing on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back.

After a while, on the big river, an orchid boat turned around and returned to the direction it came from.

At the same time, the setting sun completely sank into the river.

The daylight came to an end.

　This chapter is a bit short, there is another chapter, it should be in the daytime, brothers go to bed early~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)