Liaozhai Great Sage

Master Zhu 692

Qian Jun and Gao Pan came to an empty table, on which a pen, ink, paper and inkstone had been prepared, waiting for the scholars who came to have a try to paint with ink.

Although from time to time some people went to comment on Master Zhu with their finished paintings, but most of them left with shame on their faces, obviously their words did not catch Master Zhu's eyes.

"Do you think Brother Qian and Brother Gao are okay?" Li Xiuyuan said, "I don't think it's reliable."

Zhang Bangchang laughed and said: "Brother Gao is young and wise. He was known as a child prodigy in his hometown in his early years. He was a scholar at the age of 12 and a scholar at the age of 15. Now he is a Jinshi. He is involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This time I paint I feel that I am [-]% sure that I can hang the painting on the easel. As for the money

Brother? He is good at calligraphy and ancient prose, but as for painting, it can only be regarded as mediocre. I don't think he can do it, it depends on Brother Gao's ability. "

"Brother Zhang, as a Jinshi of the second list, don't you know how to paint?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

Zhu Yu on the side smiled and shook his head and said: "He likes ghosts and ghosts, ghost fox legends, and he often studied this way when he was a bachelor in Tongtian Pavilion. His skills in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have long been abandoned. Specializes in writing about gods, gods and ghosts, what is the last article called? Brothel Banshee? Or Silver Mistress?
"

"No, it's not right. The latest one is called, Li Shishi Eliminates Demons." Zhang Bangchang said.

Li Xiuyuan said; ". Isn't that writing about me?"

Zhang Bangchang said with a smile: "Who made brother Li understand so many things about gods and ghosts, I have four articles written about you."

"Speaking of which, I want to leave a name in history in the future. If that's the case, how about adding another article called Thunder God Killing Ghosts?" Li Xiuyuan smiled.

It seems that the stories of the gods and ghosts of the ancients are not all false, and some of them are records of the strange things that they have seen and heard around them.

Zhang Bangchang became interested, and quickly asked, "Oh, brother Li, do you have any good stories?"

"Brother Zhang, do you know that thunder resounded from the south of the capital city last night, but no raindrops fell?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

"But I was woken up once, what's the inside story?" Zhang Bangchang said.

Li Xiuyuan said, "When you hear the sound of thunder but don't see the rain, there are nine out of ten cases where the Thunder God kills evil spirits. Does Brother Zhang know how the Thunder God's thunder strikes? Most of the time it doesn't fall straight down, but Fly sideways."

"Why?" Zhang Bangchang asked in surprise
"Because I want to hunt down evil spirits." Li Xiuyuan stretched out his finger and said, "Just like such a big bug, it glows and disappears in a flash. It is a thunder bug, and its essence is a thunder light, because the speed is too fast. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is like a firefly flying by, so it is called
To make thunderworms, some people's courtyard walls will have a few small holes for no reason, which are made by the thunderworms flying over. "

Zhang Bangchang exclaimed, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that such miraculous things happened around him, but he had never noticed it before.

Li Xiuyuan was idle at the moment anyway, so he talked to Zhang Bangchang about things like ghosts and ghosts.

Of course, he focused on the majesty of the thunder god in the sky and the killing of ghosts and demons.

If it is passed down in the future, it can also serve as a warning to future generations. You can't tell the story of Thor being killed and the evil spirits and cholera in the world.

"Will someone really be killed by Thor for doing all kinds of evil?" Zhang Bangchang asked seriously.

At this time, it wasn't just him, many scholars gathered around and listened carefully.

Although scholars all believe in Zibuyu's strange powers and gods, the stories Li Xiuyuan told are very real, as if they happened around him, making people have to believe it.

Like listening to stories, such things had a special appeal to these ancient scholars.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Of course there is. It happened in a village near Qingshan Town, tens of miles north of Jinling City. Stealing my property, fearing that my mother would tell me, I picked up a hatchet to kill myself
The biological mother was cut off, and there was an act of killing the mother. "

"There are such vicious people in the world, they are really worse than animals,"

"The Great Song Dynasty ruled the country with filial piety, but there are people who kill their mothers in the world?"

"This kid is hateful."

The scholar who listened to the story was filled with righteous indignation and couldn't help but burst into insults.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Do you know what happened when the man raised the hatchet and made a murderous intent? Suddenly, thunder rolled from the sky, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, turning into such a small thunder insect, like Like an embroidery needle, it passed through the man's temple and instantly knocked him down

On the ground, the smell of sulfur was exuding from the whole body, the corpse was curled up, and the bones were shattered. "

The scholars couldn't help taking a breath when they heard the words. Although they only said a few words, they felt their heads go cold at the moment, as if they were the ones who were pierced by the thunder insects, and they were shocked for a long time without saying a word.

"I'm afraid this story is fake. How can there be such a thing in the world? I haven't seen it before." A scholar questioned.

Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly: "Brother, if you don't believe me, you can go to Qingshan Town to inquire about it. I am a scholar, how could I deceive you with lies? If you find out clearly and think my story is false, you can come face to face If you scold me, I will also want to apologize to you."

"Qingshan Town? I remember a relative of mine was there, and I went there once before. This story is true. Last time I heard from a relative that a rogue in a certain village was struck to death by lightning at night. Could it be this brother?" The person that Taiwan said?" Someone said with a look of surprise.

Others don't believe it, but this person is convinced in his heart.

If something like this really happened, it would be impossible to hide it.

Hearing this person's words, the person who questioned before was immediately ashamed, and the other scholars were even more silent, and some couldn't help swallowing, and when they looked at the sky, there was a little more awe in their eyes.

"Brother Li was able to see such a miracle. I really envy you. I don't know if there is any other story, so please don't hesitate to tell me." This story was recorded.

He thought the story was so wonderful that he had to write it down immediately and go back and polish it into the book.

"Hehe, I'm not a storyteller. How can there be so many stories, and there are many people who don't like ghosts and gods, so don't talk about them." Li Xiuyuan said with a smile.

At this time, an old man's voice sounded: "Your story is very good, you can continue to tell it. Although the story is not known to be true or not, the warning contained in it is worth carrying forward. The story of the story is much better than simply promoting filial piety, instead of
Pay attention to the promotion of filial piety, and occasionally publicize the consequences of unfilial piety can get twice the result with half the effort. "

"Zhu Qian, Master Zhu?"

All the scholars looked around, and didn't know when a respected old master was really standing behind, listening to the story, and hurriedly bowed his hands to salute after recovering.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "The story is true, and the warning is also true. Li Xiuyuan is being polite."

Zhu Qian nodded: "Young people are awesome, Zhu Yu, you should learn more from your friend. It would be great if you have half of his talent."

"Yes, what the master taught me is the same." Zhu Yu looked like a junior who was being trained.

"I still want to comment on the paintings, so I left first." Zhu Qian glanced at Li Xiuyuan, then turned and left.

After waiting to leave, Li Xiuyuan asked, "Zhu Yu, do you know this master?"

"The head of the Zhu family, why don't you know me? I'm just a side branch. I visited him last time when I came to the capital." Zhu Yu smiled wryly.

"This master has a high reputation and seems to be very respected." Li Xiuyuan said.

Zhang Bangchang on the side just put away the story he wrote down, and then said: "Of course, Mr. Zhu is the grandson of Zhu Shengren, how can he be disrespected."

Zhu Shengren?
Zhu Xi.

Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he became a little surprised. He looked at Zhu Yu beside him: "So, you are also Zhu Xi's descendant?"

"A side branch, a side branch, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Zhu Yu smiled ashamedly.

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, no wonder Zhu Yu lived the most nourishing life. He was murdered many times by ghosts and gods, but he was never killed. Unlike Wang Ping, who can only be a clay scholar. no.

It turned out that they were members of Zhu Shengren's tribe, and they probably got some kind of protection.

After all, the saint Zhu died not long ago, and the luck of the saint will continue to his descendants.

(End of this chapter)