Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 45 Moving
However, Chen Beimo was not in a hurry to leave immediately, because even if he went to the mountains as fast as possible, it would take at least five or six days to go back and forth. If something else delayed him, it would take even longer.

The city is gradually becoming uneasy, so we need to be more careful.

Moreover, the moving day was approaching and he couldn't be absent.

In the blink of an eye, it was September 20th, a day suitable for marriages, moving and traveling.

In front of the newly built vermilion gate, two strings of large firecrackers were hung. When the auspicious time arrived, they were lit and exploded with a crackling sound. The sounds of suona, gongs and drums could also be heard in the courtyard, and people came and went in front of the gate to congratulate.

When the firecrackers sounded, twenty or thirty beggars who had heard about it gathered in front of the door to ask for good luck and say words of congratulations.

Dabao, the doorman, hurriedly took out the copper coins that he had prepared earlier and said with a smile: "Today is the master's housewarming celebration. Since you are here to congratulate us, our young master Chen naturally cannot be mean.

You guys better take it!"

After saying that, he threw the copper coins in his hand away. Hundreds of copper coins scattered all over the ground. The beggars picked them up, bowed and left with a smile.

Soon, monks and Taoists came to congratulate, and the gatekeeper Dabao also took copper coins to deal with them one by one.

He was bought by the housekeeper of the Chen Mansion a few days ago. Seeing that he was smart, he was assigned the good job of guarding the gate. Even if the plaque hanging above his head was not the Chen Mansion, the servants' door in the basement would be drilled by themselves.

Being a gatekeeper in a wealthy family is a job that everyone covets. This is what it means to be a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister. Many times, you are not allowed to enter the house even if you don't send the gatekeeper well.

But since we are moving into a new house today, the door is naturally wide open.

The screen wall in front of the gate was already full of carriages, some belonging to officials, and some belonging to wealthy families. They were lined up in a row, and from a distance, the mansion looked magnificent and bustling.

A plaque with three large characters "Yu Shui Yuan" hangs in front of the door. Passing through the main gate, you will see a large square courtyard with more than 20 to 30 banquet tables set up. The stone path next to it passes through Yu Lu Garden and You Lan Garden, where seven or eight banquet tables are also set up.

In the small pavilion by the pond, further inside the courtyard, there was a banquet table, but only seven or eight people were present.

The people in the compound were all ordinary people, including neighbors, and people from Xishui Street and the three nearby streets had all come.

The people in the two gardens were naturally from the gentry and wealthy families who came to congratulate, and they would definitely not stay together with common people.

The last group of people in Zhiyu Waterside Pavilion are the most distinguished people in Yunzhou City.

Prefect Fu, Zhang Yunsheng, Sun family head Sun Zheng, Huangfu Qianhang's head Yang Xichuan, Guangnan Transport Commissioner Wang Jiurui, Liushensi's boss Huangfu Yanchen, plus Qi Hong who was accompanying them, and the host Chen Beimo.

Everyone in the pavilion today is a famous figure who can stir up the Yunzhou City.

Especially Guangnan Transport Commissioner Wang Jiurui and Huangfu Yanchen, these two can report directly to the emperor!

After three rounds of drinks, even though some people met for the first time, they all became much more familiar with each other.

Yang Xichuan, the head of Huangfu Money Bank, was a middle-aged man with a wealthy figure. He smiled and squinted his eyes and said, "Mr. Chen, if you have any financial shortage in the future, just come to me. I will never let you have any financial difficulties."

Chen Beimo smiled and raised his glass to toast back, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Chief. If you really have any difficulties, I will be very helpful."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard this, and the scene gradually got back to the point.

Huangfu Yanchen was a thin man with a long beard. He looked to be in his thirties, but his actual age was probably much older than thirty.

He gently raised the wine jar and glanced at everyone, knowing their own interests, and slowly said: "Fellow Daoist Chen, there are not many Yuling Daoists left in this world, and it is not easy for you to cultivate this Dao.

Do you have any idea of ​​recruiting disciples to preach the gospel?"

Chen Beimo turned around and said seriously: "Take in a disciple? But I am only a half-baked practitioner now, how can I be a teacher?"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, the first priority for practitioners is to achieve success. Your soul-crossing technique is so profound, and the magical energy you attract is so strong that the supervisors in my Six Gods Department are probably three points weaker."

This morning, the boss of the Six Gods Department came to visit in person, and after using his spiritual sense to investigate and finding out that the target of the Soul Crossing Technique was not the Boundary Pearl, his interest in it waned significantly. However, seeing that he had profound Dharma Qi and was a member of the rare Yuling Taoist school, he was more polite and stayed to attend the banquet.

"Yes, Mr. Chen, my family still has several young boys who are interested in the path of immortality. If you don't mind, why don't you teach them one or two techniques?" Sun Zheng, the head of the Sun family, said kindly.

"After all, Master Bu can't do everything himself, so there will always be some disciples who run around for him."

"Yes, what do you think, Mr. Chen?" Wang Jiurui, the Guangnan Transport Commissioner, also said in a friendly manner. This person is a high-ranking official of the third rank, with a high position and power, and even the boss of the Six Gods Department has to give him some face in public.

Naturally, Chen Beimo had no intention of accepting disciples. These high-ranking officials only wanted their descendants to embark on the path to immortality. After all, practitioners with a Taoist tradition were completely different from those strange people who mingled in the world.

But with so many high-ranking officials in front of him, he still said politely: "Thank you all for your kindness and I am willing to entrust the younger generation to me.

But my school of thought does not allow anyone to accept disciples or teach unless they are twenty years old. Otherwise, it will be difficult for a small stream to form a river, and it will be difficult to achieve the great way. "

After hearing the other party's refusal due to the limitations of Taoism, they were speechless.

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "Why not wait a few more years until I am 20 years old and have a deeper understanding of the Dharma? Then I will accept disciples and I will definitely choose from the younger generations of you adults."

"That's fine!" Prefect Fu tried to smooth things over and said with a smile, "After all, Mr. Chen is still a young man, so it's good that he's worried about misleading young people." As soon as he said this, the atmosphere among everyone eased and they all started talking and laughing.

During their conversation, several people mentioned the recent major case in Yunzhou City. Huangfu Yanchen suddenly interrupted and said, "I remember that there was a tragic case in the land temple half a year ago, right?"

When several people were reminded of this, they remembered that the real culprit had not been found in this major case. Prefect Fu's closure of the case might be able to deceive ordinary people, but it would certainly not fool big shots like them.

Prefect Fu smiled and said, "Boss Huangfu, this case has been closed."

His words were very clear, meaning that he was settling the case out of personal favor and that everyone should stop mentioning it to avoid embarrassment.

"Haha, I know. I'm just curious. Is there any clue about the blood-drinking sword left behind by the evil demon that killed nearly a hundred people?"

Huangfu Yanchen asked with a chuckle, but he was looking at Chen Beimo out of the corner of his eyes.

"That's not what I found." Prefect Fu explained, "The Blood-Drinking Sword must have spiritual energy, it's not an ordinary thing, and mortals will definitely miss something when they are doing their job."

Huangfu Yanchen nodded with a half-smile and said, "I have something important to attend to, so I won't stay with you for long.

Goodbye everyone!
Farewell, Mr. Chen!

Everyone stood up to see him off, and once he left, everyone else naturally followed.

Prefect Fu walked at the end, waiting for Chen Beimo to ask.

"Prefect Fu, what do you think is the purpose of Boss Huangfu's question?" Chen Beimo asked humbly.

Prefect Fu smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir. No matter who committed the crime, it has been closed now. Maybe because the Bloodthirsty Sword is a little precious, Boss Huangfu mentioned it casually."

"So that's how it is. Thank you for telling me, Prefect." Chen Beimo thanked him.

"Sir, there is no need to be so polite. I will be very grateful if you just take a look at the public security of Yunzhou City."

Prefect Fu waved his hand, "In recent days, evil spirits have often entered the city to cause chaos. The imperial ceremony has been used seven or eight times. It is really a bit troublesome. It is better to have a practitioner like you who has a Taoist tradition."

Chen Beimo's mind moved, and he thought of the altar next door, so he asked, "Prefect Fu, have you forgiven Mr. Qi?"

"Yes. I made a fortune from him again." Prefect Fu did not hide it.

"Does the prefect know that evil sacrifices were set up in the nine houses bought by Mr. Qi, using chicken blood and human blood as sacrifices, which are probably not good things." Chen Beimo mentioned it obscurely and continued: "At this moment, there is an altar in the house next to my compound!"

"How is this possible?" Prefect Fu was shocked. "Huangfu Yanchen is the boss of the Cloud God Division, in charge of the world's sacrifices. He didn't sense it at such a close distance..."

"Prefect Fu will know once he sends someone to check it out. Just be careful of evil cultivators, because ordinary people may not come back if you send them to check it out."

Chen Beimo reminded: "Also, I hope the prefect will not involve me in this matter. I didn't say anything."

Prefect Fu looked much more serious and nodded, "Okay, I understand. Thank you for letting me know."

After seeing him off, Chen Beimo stood up and went to the two gardens to toast and show respect to those gentry clans. From then on, Yushuiyuan became one of the local powerful people, gentry, nobles, and wealthy families.

When he stood in the courtyard, the familiar elders from the nearby neighborhood looked at him with awe in their eyes.

Chen Beimo smiled as he walked to a banquet table and said to the familiar Grandma Zhou, "Grandma Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still in good spirits."

Granny Zhou stood up quickly and said nervously, "Ermo... Chen... Young Master Chen... I am blessed by you. I can hope to live to be a hundred years old."

Obviously, it was not just her. All the elders and villagers in the yard felt a sense of awe towards Chen Beimo when they saw all the important figures being so polite to him.

The banquet lasted only for noon, after all, it was not a big happy event like a wedding.

The hustle and bustle in the yard faded away, leaving only a mess. Seven or eight maids and servants were cleaning up the leftovers in the yard. Many beggars had gathered outside the door, waiting for the food.

Chen Beimo has always been generous with money, so he gave all the leftovers to them, which made the beggars call him a great man.

He has always been kind to the elders in his village, and now that he is more famous, his good reputation has become even greater.

Chen Beimo stood in the waterside pavilion, watching the garden change from a lively banquet with laughter to its current quiet and peaceful state. From then on, he stood in the high and mighty class of gentry, no longer a commoner.

He has experienced fame, power, control over people's hearts, and flattery from everyone.

The young man sighed, "Wealth, fame and fortune are nothing but a dream, passing clouds.

Only my true self can last forever. I am who I am and am not affected by external things. "

(End of this chapter)