Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 817 The Girl I'm Grabbing Is Yours
"Be patient." Chu Pingsheng picked up his brush and wrote two lines on the paper, then handed it to the maid with two buns: "Go, show it to your daughter, and tell her that she will regret it if she doesn't read the poem on this note."

The maid glanced at the last bit of incense left in the copper incense burner behind the stage.

Chu Pingsheng's face turned cold: "Do you want to break the rules of Yingmei Pavilion?"

The maid shuddered. As a servant, she couldn't bear such a responsibility. She quickly took the note, lifted her skirt and went upstairs.

At this time, Xu Qian'an walked into the room and sat down at the round table with four plates of fruits and cakes. Fuxiang picked up the dark green wine pot to pour wine for him. Then she heard footsteps approaching. A maid walked into the room, handed a note in front of her, and whispered a few words in her ear.

The most beautiful courtesan in the Imperial Music Bureau frowned, looking quite displeased, but still unfolded the paper and glanced at the poem on it.

This glance was not a big deal, but his whole temperament changed. He looked panicked and stood up instantly, holding the note tightly in his hand.

Xu Qian'an was puzzled as to what was written on it that caused the courtesan from the Music Bureau to react so violently.

"Mr. Yang, I'm very sorry. Something went wrong today."

Fuxiang slowed down, put on a smile, and apologized awkwardly: "Why don't you wait until tomorrow night? Come to Yingmei Pavilion tomorrow night. Fuxiang will be waiting for you. Xiaocui, go get a hundred taels of silver and give it to Master Yang as a token of apology."

Is this... to chase people away?

Xu Qian'an was very depressed, and was even more curious about what poem was written on the note. How could his poem "Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk" be lost?

"No need for money. Miss Fuxiang, can you tell me what was written on the note just now, so that I can admit defeat sincerely."

Fuxiang shook her head and said nothing.

Things have come to this point, and it would only be boring to continue to entangle. Xu Qian'an stood up and said goodbye: "In this case, I will come again tomorrow night."

"Young Master Yang, take care."

Fuxiang walked him to the door with a smile on her face and bowed slightly.

Xu Qian'an nodded, took his folding fan and pretended to leave in a cool manner, but his heart was bleeding. It was not because he was depressed that he was kicked out by the beauty before he could even get warm in the room, but he was heartbroken about the one hundred taels of silver. He had to refuse four or five years' monthly salary just to win the favor of the courtesan.

But what can he do? He knew very well that getting information about Zhou Li was the real business, and in comparison, the 100 taels of silver was not that important.

"Ha, look, he's here too. In such a short time, he hasn't even had a sip of tea."

"Brother Yang, this Miss Fuxiang...what's going on tonight?"

"I think this guy is just a silver-plated spearhead, which looks good but is useless."

"..."

There was a commotion in the lobby, with people saying all sorts of things.

Xu Qian'an shook his folding fan wildly, looking unhappy. He never expected that the scene that happened to Zhao Caizi from the Imperial College would happen to him again. He didn't dare to stand on the stairs for a long time, and walked quickly to the stage where Xu's father and son were standing.

Zhao Caizi, who was squeezed out by him at the next table, took a sip of tea and snorted coldly: "You have come to this day too?"

At this moment, the Xu family father and son had no intention of paying attention to him.

Xu Pingzhi secretly thought it was a pity that the crispy meat that was about to reach his mouth grew wings and flew away.

Xu Xinnian became more serious, looking at his cousin eagerly: "How's the investigation going?"

Xu Qian'an sighed: "I just sat down, and before I could say anything, she took a note and asked me to leave."

Xu Pingzhi and his son looked at each other, then at the monk who was being stared at closely by the two guards. At the same time, Fuxiang's maid came down the stairs and came to him: "Master Kaiguang, Miss Fuxiang invites you to come upstairs for a chat."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent; even the musicians playing at the back of the stage stopped and watched in amazement.

Some people saw Xu Qian'an being kicked out by the courtesan and speculated whether it was because of the monk's note. But speculation is one thing, and witnessing with one's own eyes that the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi did not care about her reputation and invited a monk to be her lover.

The two students asked Xiao Cui anxiously, "Did Miss Fuxiang make a mistake?"

"You are not mistaken. The Master of Opening the Light is the one chosen by Miss Fuxiang to be the top student in the class."

"I do not believe."

The two were not convinced and asked her to take out the monk's note so that everyone could judge it and see whether the monk had cheated or not and whether he had real talent and knowledge.

Xiao Cui said, "I think you two have forgotten the rules of the class."

Literature is like cooking, with different tastes for different people. Since he is the chosen partner of the courtesan, he must naturally suit her taste. Logically speaking, even if the monk copies two lines of scriptures, as long as Fuxiang likes him and chooses him as the top of the list, no one else can say anything.

The two students looked at the two guards standing not far away, and then thought about the background of the Jiaofangsi, and became scared.

Seeing that the two dared not say more, Xiao Cui pointed to the second floor and said, "Master Kaiguang, please come this way."

"Let her wait. I'm not done with my work yet."

Chu Pingsheng grabbed the two students who were trying to escape and said, "Are the students of the Imperial College so unruly that they have no gambling character?"

The two men turned around and smiled obsequiously, their smiles were very ugly.

Others were shocked by the monk's attitude. This guy was really arrogant. He even asked Fuxiang to wait for him. Some people whose thoughts were different from those of ordinary people nodded in praise, thinking that a master is a master. He could remain calm in the face of beauty. He was a real great monk.

So the two students left Yingmei Pavilion, surrounded by a group of people, and came to the archway of the Jiaofangsi, barking like dogs with red faces.

A soft bark: "Woof, woof woof..."

One of them bared his teeth and roared, "Woof, woof woof woof."

Is it embarrassing? Very embarrassing.

But they had to do so, because just like Xu Qian'an and Xu Pingzhi, the two fake students of Yunlu Academy, their identities as students of the Imperial College were fake, they did it to gild themselves and gain Fuxiang's favor. Now they have lost the bet, if they don't do as they said, once the monk makes a big deal out of it and attracts the government's constables for a serious investigation, if they find out that their identities are fake and their families are notified to come and pick them up, not only will it be embarrassing, but they may also be questioned by the Imperial College on the charge of impersonating a student, and the punishment would be a fine and an apology, or even imprisonment.

The students of the Imperial College who had just been vying to be Fuxiang's partner were all embarrassed, especially the young man named Zhao who was summoned to the second floor by the courtesan but then turned away. He even wanted to kill someone.

He didn't know whether others used aliases or their identities were fake, but he was a genuine student of the Imperial College. How could he feel comfortable when his "classmates from the Imperial College" who were drinking at the same table with him were humiliated like this?
Xu Xinnian was so happy when he saw the people from the Imperial College being humiliated that the corners of his mouth almost curled up to the sky: "Great, great, that's great."

Xu Pingzhi glared at him and said, "What's good about that? You're a monk who doesn't ring the bell, but you're imitating others to ring the bell. How can that be good? This is called breaking the rules, having no moral principles, and being unfilial!"

"Grab the clock? What is grabbing the clock?" Xu Xinnian said he didn't understand why his father was so excited? Is grabbing the clock so evil?

"The bell in 'qiangzhong' is a musical instrument that makes a pleasant sound and can give people an epiphany. When you hit it, it makes a sound. Do you understand?" Xu Pingzhi used his hands and mouth to explain something. He found that the more he explained, the darker Xu Jia Dalang's face became.

I can't tell Xu Xinnian that, except for those courtesans who sell their art but not their bodies, most brothel girls have a small clock hung at the back of their rooms. If a customer takes too long or forgets the time, the pimp will shake the pendulum and hit it against the inner wall a few times, making a sound to urge the customer to leave. Those who break the rules, use connections or pay extra money to cut in line are called "stealing the clock."

"Anyway, what I mean is that your elder brother went up to him and messed up his important business before he even asked any questions, and you're still here cheering and praising him?"

"Now what?"

"Ning Yan."

Xu Qian'an is his full name and Ning Yan is his courtesy name. In the Xu Mansion, Li Ru and Xu Pingzhi either call Xu Qian'an "Da Lang" or "Ning Yan", just as Xu Xinnian's courtesy name is Cijiu, and everyone likes to call him "Er Lang" or "Cijiu".

"Didn't the monk want to help you resolve the bloody disaster? I think it would be better if you let the monk meet Fuxiang and ask for information about Zhou Li."

Xu Qian'an thought about it and felt that his second uncle's words made sense. Why wait until tomorrow if something can be done today? So he approached the master of consecration when he was walking back and explained his purpose.

Half a cup of tea later, everyone returned to the small pavilion in the photo studio. The monk who was going to consecrate the otaku went upstairs to consecrate the otaku. Xu Qian'an walked up to the two of them with a gloomy face.

"How about it?"

"He wants six hundred taels."

"What? Six hundred taels?" Xu Pingzhi said, "I've long said that this monk is not a good person. Ning Yan, listen to your second uncle and make fewer friends who are obsessed with money."

Xu Xinnian looked very indignant. Just now on the stage, he was calling "Master" happily.

"Then what do we do now?"

Xu Qian'an remained silent, thinking of the meaningful look that the monk gave him before he went upstairs. He thought that it didn't matter if he couldn't get information about Zhou Li today, he could just come again. Anyway, Fuxiang promised to see him tomorrow night, and there was only one day difference, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Xu Pingzhi said: "Wait."

"Aren't you going home?"

"I want to let him know that it's not that easy to get into the Xu Mansion." Xu Pingzhi said, "He won't make it easy for us, and we won't make it easy for him. If he wants to place an order with the Xu Mansion, four taels of silver will not be enough. We have to pay more, at least eight hundred taels a month!"

"Oh."

Xu Qian'an felt that it was not right to do so. After all, he had an agreement with the monk beforehand. However, snatching the clock was indeed annoying. It would be good to let Xu Pingzhi disgust the monk. At worst, he could act as a peacemaker in the end.

And I don't know why, but when I watched the monk who was consecrating the bell grab his bell, I always felt like I was being guarded and blocked. …

At the same time, in Fuxiang's room in the photo studio.

Feeling unhappy, Xiao Cui sent Chu Pingsheng into the room and went downstairs. It was the first time she met someone who dared to put Fuxiang second and made her wait in vain, and he was a monk.

The problem is that this courtesan from Yang Dafeng was not angry. Was the poem on the note good? She had secretly read it when she went upstairs before, and felt that it was not as good as Yang Ling's.

The round table was still the same round table, the cakes and fruits were still the same cakes and fruits, the incense in the incense burner was still elegant, and Fuxiang, who behaved properly and gracefully in front of people, was different. She did not pour wine or chat. She stood in front of the window with a deep alley behind her, looking at him with a look of fear and confusion.

Just now when she went downstairs to dance, the monk sat with his back to her. She only glanced at his profile at that time. Although she had a familiar feeling, she did not take it to heart. She just thought he was a playboy monk who was not averse to wine and women. It was not until she came to the room and saw his handsome face that her face turned pale.

It’s Henghui!
She personally sealed the soul of the Tianyu monk who should have died a year ago within her body and turned him into a corpse puppet as a backup.

According to the plan, Xu Pingfeng should have woken up Henghui and kept him by his side to cause trouble in the capital of Dafeng. However, looking at Henghui's current performance, he does not seem to be controlled by anyone at all. She just tried to use the secret method of the demon clan to control him, but it had no effect at all.

What’s even more exaggerated is that the monk actually knew her true identity.

"Won't you buy me a drink? Master Kaiguang, I am the top of today's class, and I should be the man you marry."

Chu Pingsheng put down his Zen stick and looked at her with a smile.

Fu Xiang thought to herself that he was really good at pretending. If the lovers were also divided into different levels, he would definitely be the worst one.

Of course, things had come to this point, so she could only improvise, so she bent her waist, swayed her legs, sat down opposite him, pretended not to know his identity, poured a glass of wine into the cup, and offered it to him with both hands.

"Master, please use it."

"This drink...isn't spiked?"

Fuxiang's hand trembled, and half of the wine splashed out. The wine was indeed added with drugs that could restrict one's internal energy.

But what she couldn't understand was that the monk smiled sneerfully, picked up the half glass of wine in her hand and drank it in one gulp.

Was he blind, unable to see the unusual behavior of shivering and spilling wine?

No, this guy is confident that the poison in the wine can't knock him down.

Miss Hua Kui's guess was correct. Chu Pingsheng was indeed confident. Although the immortal infant was not here, the innate earth constitution of the Yellow Emperor in the Snow Blade world itself had a strong anti-poison effect. There was also a large inventory of elixirs in the portable space shared by several clones. Just like what he said when the cucumber poisoned him in the Snow World, he ate poison as a snack. Not only that, by testing the poison on himself, he could analyze the composition of the poison and then imitate it.

Chu Pingsheng slowly put down his glass: "I thought it was only beer in KTV, but I didn't expect that the wine in the brothel of the feudal dynasty was also like this."

"How...how..."

The secret technique to control the corpse puppet had no effect, and the poison that could poison a fourth-grade master was also useless. Fuxiang was completely panicked.

"Do you want to ask me why I didn't turn into a corpse puppet and be controlled by the Wushen Cult masters, or do you want to ask me how I knew your identity as a demon clan elder?" Chu Pingsheng said, "I was originally wondering why it was the Wushen Cult who awakened me a year later when it was clearly the demon clan masters who cast a secret confinement spell in my body. After coming to the capital and visiting several government offices, I finally figured it out. It turned out that the demon clan and the Wushen Cult had joined forces. You wanted to use me to cause trouble, but you didn't want to be the first to come out and attract the attention of the Tianyu Buddhist Sect, so you let the Wushen Cult in the northwest take the blame. Am I right, Yeji?"

When talking about the feud between the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom and the Buddhist sect in the Heavenly Realm, we have to start from the Jiazi Demon-Slaying Incident five hundred years ago.

When the Buddha was sealed by the Confucian saint, in order to break free as soon as possible, he tore off his soul and injected it into the body of the Asura King who was suppressed by Buddhism. As a result, the new soul had the memories of both the Buddha and the Asura King, sometimes confused, sometimes crazy. This was the birth process of Shenshu.

Later, Buddha made a deal with Shenshu. As long as the latter went to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters and persuaded the Queen of Ten Thousand Monsters to convert to Buddhism, it would be convenient for him to refine his luck and escape from the predicament. Then Shenshu and the Shura clan would be free. After that, Shenshu went south, fell in love with the Queen of Ten Thousand Monsters, and persuaded her to lead the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters to convert to Buddhism. The promise given by Buddhism was to allow the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters to be autonomous. As a result, on the day of the conversion ceremony, Buddhism tore up the agreement and slaughtered all the high-ranking officials of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters. The Queen of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters died in the battle. Because Shenshu had cultivated to the level of a half-step martial god and possessed the characteristics of immortality, he was difficult to kill. The people of Buddhism cut his body into pieces and placed them in various places in Kyushu.

The Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox that now commands the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom is the daughter of the Ten Thousand Demons Queen and Shen Shu. With such a history, the Southern Demon Clan and the Heavenly Realm Buddhist sect have a deep hatred for each other.

"!!!!!!"

The monk was right.

Fuxiang was horrified and stood up subconsciously, knocking over the stool. "Who are you?"

She is the elder of the demon clan, a fourth-rank strongman, and should not be so impetuous. She should have the demeanor of a master, but... a bald donkey from the Heavenly Realm who was sealed by her personally and trained into a corpse puppet is talking in front of her, explaining the relationship between the demon clan and the Witch God Cult in detail. How can she remain calm?
What's more, she had some understanding of the strength of the person from the Wushen Sect. He was at least at the level of a third-grade spiritual wizard. Since the monk Henghui in front of her could deal with the person from the Wushen Sect, she must be no match for him.

"Who am I? You can call me the master who is best at helping people with their consecration." Chu Pingsheng pretended to chant the Buddha's name: "Helping people with their consecration is helpful to them. Amitabha, good, good."

"Consecration... Master?"

Fuxiang thought again and again. She knew the first-grade Bodhisattvas, second-grade Arhats, and third-grade Vajra of the Tianyu Buddhist sect. How come she had never heard of a master of consecration whose combat power was at least the third grade or above?
"What is your purpose in coming to the Jiaofangsi to look for me?"

"Isn't that too much?" Chu Pingsheng said, turning his glass.

Fu Xiang said: "It was the father and son of the Minister of War and the father and son of Pingyuan Bo who killed you and Princess Pingyang. It has nothing to do with me. And you are able to survive because of my help... at most..."

"At most you are just watching someone die without rescuing him, right? Watching someone die without rescuing him? Tsk, that's not called watching someone die without rescuing him. You are just going with the flow."

Chu Pingsheng said coldly, "The father and son of the Minister of War and the father and son of Pingyuan Bo planned the whole thing. The noble group headed by Prince Yu will definitely be hit. Then the civil servant group will take this opportunity to suppress the noble group and dominate the court. You people of the demon clan know very well that once the external forces are defeated, given the temperament of those civil servants, once they control the government, internal conflicts will inevitably break out due to the uneven distribution of interests. So as a spy deployed by the demon clan in the capital, what you have to do is to throw bait to lure fish and sit back and watch the fight. Princess Pingyang and I are the bait you have chosen."

"If I'm not mistaken, even if Pingyang didn't die at the hands of Zhang Yi, the son of the Minister of War, and the legitimate son of the Earl of Pingyuan, she would have been killed by your subordinates disguised as people from the Yazi organization, because only a major event like the murder of a princess can bring down high-ranking officials at the level of the six ministers and the earl. Princess Pingyang is dead, and you have trained me into a corpse puppet with secret methods. While I am controlled by the secret methods of the demon clan, you give me hope for revenge. In this way, the demon clan can control me from body to mind, so that the case of Princess Pingyang's death will surface, and use this to strike at the Liang Party represented by the Minister of War Zhang Feng, who is becoming increasingly domineering and drifting away from your demon clan's allies in the court. Am I right?"

"!!!!!!"

This was the second time Fuxiang was amazed.

She couldn't understand. A year ago, Heng Hui had poor martial arts skills and simple thoughts. His mind was full of Princess Pingyang. He even gave up Buddhism for this and risked his life to elope with Princess Pingyang. A year later, even if he had escaped from the control of the demon clan's secret techniques and had free will, he should have been blinded by hatred and full of hostility, bent on seeking revenge on Earl Pingyuan and the Minister of War. But why... why did he become like a different person, knowing clearly the entanglement of interests between the Dafeng officialdom, the demon clan, and the Wushen Cult?
"So from the moment Pingyang and I had the idea of ​​eloping for love, we were both on the death list of you guys who were vying for fame and fortune. We would either die at the hands of one side or the other, and we would eventually become pathetic pawns."

Chu Pingsheng continued, "As a monk, I have a problem. The thing I cannot accept the most is being used by others."

He exerted a little force on the hand holding the wine glass, and the crystal-clear, delicately glazed azure wine glass turned into powder and fell on the round table.

Fuxiang took two steps back and said, "This is the capital of Dafeng. If you take action here, it will be invisible to the Supervisor and the Imperial Master."

"It doesn't matter. At worst I can just kill you and leave here."

"If you want to kill me, why bother with so much trouble? If I'm not mistaken, you must have other plans."

"No wonder the Southern Border demon tribe sent you to the capital to lurk. You are indeed quick-witted." Chu Pingsheng said, "I said early on that I came to the capital to collect interest. Killing people is a one-time deal, which is not what I want."

"How are you doing?"

Chu Pingsheng took out a pill smoked by Qi Jue Wu Ying Sha from his hand: "Do you want to eat it yourself, or should I pry open your mouth and throw it in?"

"what is this?"

"..."

Chu Pingsheng just smiled and didn't give a direct answer.

"You want me to help you. If I have second thoughts, the poison in this pill will make me unable to live or die, right?"

"Since you know, why are you still asking?" Chu Pingsheng said, "You guys killed Pingyang, so I took you in to fill her gap. A year ago, you used the corpse puppet technique to refine my body and trap my soul. A year later, I used poison to counterattack. This makes sense, doesn't it?"

Let her fill in Pingyang's gap?
Fuxiang was shocked by the monk's train of thought.

Logic...it sounds fine, but can we talk about logic when it comes to emotional matters?
"..."

Chu Pingsheng put the pills on the table.

Fuxiang's expression changed continuously. After a few breaths, he gritted his teeth and walked over, picked up the pill on the round table and swallowed it in one gulp.

"very good."

Chu Pingsheng hooked his finger at her, and the courtesan from Yingmei Pavilion moved forward, and was pulled into his arms and flirted with by him.

"Since she is the most beautiful lady in the Imperial Music Bureau, she should know how to serve men better than other women."

He pinched her chin and smiled: "You have to help me vent the anger that I have been holding back for a year."

This guy is definitely not Monk Henghui from the Qinglong Temple in Tianyu, absolutely not!

He was just having fun under the name of Henghui.

She thought so in her heart, but she behaved very well, different from her just smart attitude, lowered her head, wrapped her two red lips around his fingers, looked at him with charming eyes, and lightly touched Chu Pingsheng's chin with her bare hand, then slowly moved down to scrape his neck.

"Master of consecration, are you really good at consecrating people? I heard that people who have been consecrated can be cleansed of all impurities and see their true nature. I... want it too."

Fuxiang raised her little feet slightly, and one of her embroidered shoes slipped off.

"Amitabha, since the female Bodhisattva is so pious, I will give you a chance to be blessed."

Chu Pingsheng picked her up and walked towards the innermost part of the room, where the large nanmu bed was scented with the fragrance of Xiao Cui.

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(End of this chapter)