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Chapter 518 I want to go to Kunshan too

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    In the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

    Inspired by Mr. Zhao, Wu Chengen finally had inspiration and excitedly shouted to Xu Wenchang: "I announce that the best plot so far on the journey of learning is about to be born!"

    "Really?" Xu Wei suddenly became very excited and hurriedly urged: "Then write quickly!"

    "Why are you so anxious? Let me think about it for a while. I thought they were all like you. They speak as soon as they open their mouths and write as soon as they pick up the pen!" Wu Cheng'en rolled his eyes at Xu Wenchang, then took Zhao Hao's hand affectionately and said:

    "Quick, sir, please sit down, let's talk about the plot behind."

    "Hey, we have found a life-saving straw." Xu Wei curled his lips, but also looked at Zhao Hao expectantly.

    "I would really like to have a good chat with you, sir, it would be so comforting for my life!" Mr. Zhao picked up Qiao.  "But there is no time, we are going to Kunshan soon."

    "Kunshan? Aren't Gui Youguang and Zheng Ruozeng's families there?" Xu Wei's eyes lit up.

    "Yes, young master, we will just accompany you to Kunshan." Wu Chengen has made up his mind to stick to Zhao Hao like brown candy and will never let him go until he finishes writing "Journey to the West".

    For a long-running serial writer, it is like walking alone in the vast sea late at night.  How happy and luxurious it is to have a light that can guide the way

    "Oh, it won't work even in Kunshan." Unfortunately, the bright light was paid for. Mr. Zhao said with a sad face: "My father has just started working as an official, and he is directly a parent. I am so worried that I don't have the leisure to think about things."  West."

    "Hey, what do I do? This is very simple!" Wu Chengen immediately took over and said: "I have been a staff member of the magistrate for ten years, and also served as the county magistrate for several years. I don't know anything about the things in the yamen.  It¡¯s clear, I¡¯ll help your father take care of it, so you don¡¯t have to worry!¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s not possible,¡± Xu Wei became anxious upon hearing this.  "Then how can you still have time to write?"

    "Isn't this simple?" Mr. Zhao said with a smile, "You help him finish his daily errands quickly, and let him write a book for you in the remaining time."

    "What a beautiful idea!" Xu Wei rolled his eyes and said, "Is it worthy of me to take action against such bad things in the county?"

    "This way, I am in the mood to help Mr. Sheyang with suggestions." Zhao Hao ignored Xu Wei and said to Wu Chengen.

    "Okay, it's settled!" Wu Chengen felt that this arrangement was appropriate.  Then he sneered at Xu Wenchang: "If you don't help, don't expect to read another word!"

    "Don't, don't, I can't help you" Xu Wei sighed helplessly.  Alas, is it easy to be a book lover?

    ??~~

    Mr. Zhao spent a lot of time and effort to get two old men, one tall and one fatwell, Xu Wei is the little old man, to be invited out of the prison of the Ministry of Punishments.

    By the time they finished all the formalities and came out of Taipingmen, the government office was almost getting off work.

    Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that the yamen gets off work too early.

    Usually when the time is over, the officials in Nanjing City will carry bird cages and dogs, or go home leisurely, or rush to various places to have fun.

    Zhao Hao originally planned to take the two indifferent guys home directly and let the servants clean and tidy them up.

    Who knows that Xu Wei proposed to take a bath in the Wengtang.

    Mr. Zhao readily agreed, gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "My skin is full of water in the morning, and my skin is full of water in the evening. I am an old Nanjing native."

    Wu Chengen is also quite moved. Taking a bath can not only bring out ashes, but also bring out inspiration.

    Mr. Zhao has no interest at all in going into a bathhouse naked with a group of big men.

    This is not in line with my status as a young master.

    But Xu Weifei pulled him along and said that he had suffered a loss during the day and had to look back.

    Zhao Hao had no choice but to rush to the urn hall outside Jubao Gate with the two old men under the leadership of Zhao Shouzheng.

    The Weng Hall is right next to the Dabaoen Temple.

    In order to commemorate the nurturing grace of his biological mother, Concubine Ji, Emperor Chengzu asked Zheng He to personally supervise the construction of Dabaoen Temple.

    After it is completed, foreign envoys and dignitaries will come here to worship.  Before worshiping, one had to take a bath here to purify oneself, so this was once the most advanced bathhouse in the Ming Dynasty.

    Although the capital has been moved to Beijing, there are no rules before entering the Dabaoen Temple.  But Wengtang is still the top bathhouse in Nanjing and is deeply loved by distinguished officials.

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    At dusk, everyone came to the urn hall.  Seeing the shining glazed tower not far away, Zhao Hao slapped his head and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, I have an appointment with Master Xuelang today."

      After saying that, he seemed to be running away and left.

    "They say they are honest, but they dare not be honest with each other." Xu Wei curled his lips.

    "Ignore him, let's go take a bath." Mr. Zhao then took Xu Wei and Wu Chengen to the bathhouse.  "How do young people know the beauty of taking a bath?"

    "That's true." Xu Wei shook his long hair and walked into the urn hall that looked like two yurts covered with tiles.

    ??~~

    The two sides of the story revealed that Zhao Hao really had an appointment with Xuelang.

    To be precise, Xue Lang asked him to come to Xiangguo Temple and said he had something good to show him.

    If he doesn¡¯t come, someone will come to invite him by playing the suona.

    When I heard that he had come to keep the appointment, Xuelang was very happy. He ordered the young novice to open the temple door quickly and welcome Mr. Zhao's arrival with the highest courtesy.

    "Seeing the two red-lacquered doors slowly opening, and dozens of monks in cassocks, holding bowls, bowls, and vases of wooden fish, lined up in two lines to greet them, Mr. Zhao was simply stunned.

    "What kind of trouble are you trying to make?" Zhao Hao looked awkwardly at Xuelang, who was wearing colorful cassocks, a monk's hat, and holding a purple gold staff.

    "It is all thanks to the help of Donor Zhao that the Da Baoen Temple can rebuild its palaces and temples." Xue Lang said sternly: "Knowing your kindness but not repaying it, you are a Samana in vain. This is the sincerity of all the people in this temple. Thank you again, Donor Zhao!"

    With the Sanskrit chanting loudly, Xuelang bowed solemnly to Mr. Zhao, and then led him to the temple.

    After putting some distance between himself and the monk below, Xue Langfang quietly asked for credit: "Does it feel good? Only governors and princes of the country get this kind of treatment."

    "Thank you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes, thinking that this is nothing.  "It's still raining, you can really do it."

    "This is also a kind of practice." Xuelang said with a pious look.

    If the two young novices who held umbrellas for him were allowed to leave, this statement might be more convincing.

    After saying that, he smiled faintly and said: "Besides, the young monk will leave soon. If you don't give it a try, how can you deserve your credit?"

    "Hey, aren't you the host?" Zhao Hao asked strangely.

    It was less than a year since Xuelang became the leader of the Great Baoen Temple with the credit of raising 50,000 taels of silver.

    "Being in charge of the complicated secular affairs involves too much practice." Xuelang answered seriously first, and then whispered: "It's quite enjoyable."

    "That's true." Zhao Haoshen agreed. For the sake of the reputation of the Ming Dynasty Royal Temple, Monk Hua should not be allowed to continue to be the abbot.

    "Then where are you going?"

    "Kunshan Huiju Temple."

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