Under the porridge shed.

Wang Daosheng gave porridge to the victims.

Zhang Zhuo took a pottery bowl and stretched it out in front of Wang Daosheng.

Wang Daosheng looked at him calmly and silently filled the pottery bowl with a wooden spoon.

Zhang Zhuo raised his head, poured the gruel into his mouth, and wiped his beard with the sleeve of his red official robe.

He threw the pottery bowl on the green brick stove and asked curiously: "Didn't you take my daughter to Luhun Villa for a study tour? How did you end up here at the porridge shed? I heard that this time there are two main roads in Huangshan and Laojunshan.

People from the court, as well as eminent monks from Yuanjue Temple and Tuoluo Temple are all here, and there are very exciting sutra debates every day, why do you waste time with them here."

While giving porridge to the victims, Wang Daosheng responded casually: "Life is the best meaning of scriptures. Initially, the meanings and principles of scriptures written by sages were learned from life. Instead of learning the principles from sages in books, we

It is better to learn directly from life to get to the original intention more directly."

Zhang Zhuo stroked his beard: "As long as you stop saying such deviant things, Mr. Hu Ge won't keep beating you. Man, you have to hide your edge when it's time to hide your edge. As students, don't always confront your teacher.

Come on."

Wangdao Shengfeng responded calmly: "You came to teach me instead."

Zhang Zhuo chuckled and tilted his chin towards Chen Ji: "What do you think of that kid?"

Wang Daosheng said calmly: "Why do you ask this?"

Zhang Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Can't I ask?"

Wang Daosheng said casually: "Actually, you already have the answer in your mind. You just want to confirm the answer in your mind by asking me. But what I want to say may not be in your mind."

Zhang Zhuo became impatient: "Then you should tell me about it!"

Wang Daosheng glanced at Chen Ji, turned to Zhang Zhuo and said, "This child has murderous intent."

Zhang Zhuo was startled and looked at Wang Daosheng carefully: "People who have led soldiers are a little different. Can you see this?"

Wang Daosheng scooped out a spoonful of rice porridge and put it into the pottery bowl in the hands of the victims: "He was late twice after two days of school. When asked why he was late, he was unwilling to tell. But I saw that he was late every time.

With the murderous look on his face, he didn't look like he came to school, but more like the infantrymen under my command who had just killed the Japanese pirates, with blood still stained on their bodies."

Zhang Zhuo shook his head: "He is not a foot soldier. Thousands of troops are easy to obtain, but a general is difficult to find. If you have worked with him, you will understand that he is a talented general."

"You have a very high opinion of him," Wang Daosheng thought for a while: "So, he was the one who delayed the victims outside the West City Gate the day before yesterday?"

Zhang Zhuo said quickly: "No!"

Wang Daosheng smiled and said: "I have worked with you. I happened to be late for school that morning, and you value me so much. Who else could he be?"

Zhang Zhuo warned: "Don't try to trick him."

Wang Daosheng said helplessly: "What ideas can I have against him? It's just to recruit him to learn banking and teach him principles, that's all."

Zhang Zhuo suddenly asked: "Is it over for you, Ding You?"

Wang Daosheng nodded: "Yesterday."

Zhang Zhuo asked again: "What official position has Mr. Hu Ge arranged for you?"

Wang Daosheng said casually: "Teacher hopes that I will return to Beijing and serve as Minister of the Ministry of War and Bachelor of the Hanlin Academy."

"What?" Zhang Zhuo raised his voice.

Seeing some disaster victims looking this way, he quickly lowered his voice: "How can you be promoted to Minister of War two levels in a row? Aren't you going to join the cabinet next?!"

Wang Daosheng did not answer this question, but looked at Chen Ji from a distance and suddenly said: "He is quite warm-hearted."

Zhang Zhuo also looked at Chen Ji and sighed after a moment: "I'm a little too enthusiastic now, but I'm not usually like this..."

At this time, Chen Ji was scooping porridge to the victims one by one.

In just half an hour, the original cherry-red fire in his body gradually turned into light red, and there seemed to be a wisp of yellow flame in the fire, as thin as a gossamer.

Chen Ji felt the surging vitality, as if he had been given a new life, and even his breath seemed to be on fire.

He suddenly realized.

When a tiger swallows a dragon, the ice currents on the officials' bodies are the concrete dragon energy, while the roots of the dragon energy are hidden in the hearts of the people, which is what makes a country a country.

No wonder Old Man Yao still maintains his identity as an imperial physician after practicing the Tiger Way. Presumably, when he treats illnesses and saves lives, the fire in his body will also undergo the same changes.

But why didn't Master tell him about this? Did he not want himself to discover this secret?

No, there must be another reason.

…

…

The big pot in front of Chen Ji was already empty. It would take two sticks of incense to cook the porridge again. He looked at the long line of victims lined up in front of him, each carrying a brand new pottery bowl.

He came to Bai Li and said, "Go and rest for a while, I'll help you."

Bai Li said in surprise: "Ah, is it true?"

After saying that, she looked at the others: "But everyone is still busy, so it's not appropriate for me to rest alone."

Chen Ji smiled and said, "It's okay, just stand aside and rest secretly."

Bai Li stepped aside, hesitated and asked, "Why didn't you help my brother?"

Chen Ji explained: "Your Majesty is stronger and can hold on for now. When he can't hold on anymore, I will help him."

Bai Li said in a long tone.

Chen Ji picked up a wooden spoon and scooped out spoonfuls of rice porridge to the victims neatly. The wisp of yellow flames became more and more obvious, as if a golden dragon was swimming in the red fire. Waiting until Princess Baili was here

After the cauldron was finished, he ran to his son to help.

The prince rubbed his arm and immediately gave a thumbs up: "Children of Jianghu, be righteous!"

After the porridge in the prince's pot was finished, Chen Ji slowly came to Chen Wenxiao's side.

Chen Wenxiao had been waiting for this moment for a long time. When he saw him coming, he immediately handed over the wooden spoon.

Chen Ji raised his eyebrows: "Give me a spoon to do whatever you want, and do your own thing."

Chen Wenxiao was confused: "Aren't you here to help?"

Chen Ji shook his head: "No, I'll just take a look."

Chen Wenxiao: "?"

Chen Ji stood aside. Every time Chen Wenxiao gave out a spoonful of porridge, the victims hurriedly thanked them, and he was the first to reply with a smile, "You're welcome."

After talking too much, Chen Wenxiao couldn't help but ask: "I'm here giving porridge, why are you pretending to be a good person?"

But Chen Ji ignored Chen Wenxiao.

He has determined that even if he does not give out porridge, as long as the victims recognize from their hearts that he is a part of this charity, the fire will change.

However, there is another condition for transformation, that is, the person receiving the favor must know his identity.

Chen Ji took a deep breath, the nature of the tiger's path was far deeper than imagined.

But, what is the function of the fire of transformation?

I'm afraid I have to ask Xuanyuan about this matter.

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…

While he was thinking about it, Zhang Zhuo led the officials over and said cheerfully: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. We have registered the victims, and we will be the ones to give out the porridge next."

Wang Daosheng handed the spoon to the officer's hand and patiently warned: "We must never let a good girl be forced into prostitution or exchange her son for food."

Zhang Zhuo responded with a smile: "Don't worry."

After saying that, he seemed to be sighing with emotion: "It would be great if I could put down what I was doing and go with you. When I was young, I was enlightened when I heard people debate the scriptures. If I heard that there was a debate on the scriptures, I would not eat or drink.

I also rushed over to listen...but now I can't get away."

"You can't have your cake and eat it too, what you're doing now is more important," the disciples of Wangdao Holy Dynasty waved their hands: "Let's go."

The traces are still lingering, but there is no better reason to stay, so I can only leave reluctantly.

When passing by Chen Wenzong, the other party suddenly bowed to him: "Third brother, I saw you working tirelessly when giving porridge today and waiting for the victims in the warm spring breeze. Only then did I realize that I had misunderstood you a lot in the past. In the days to come, you and I will be my brothers."

The three of us are under Mr. Wang's sect, so we should support each other a lot. If there is anything you don't understand about the scriptures, you can come and ask me. Although you missed the imperial examination, you will make your mark in three years."

Chen Ji looked at him strangely and said perfunctorily: "Okay."

This time, everyone followed the ox cart on foot. Even Chen Wenzong and Chen Wenxiao did not get on the ox cart. On the ox cart, only Prince Jing was left with his hat brim lowered and driving the cart alone with his back to everyone.

After walking a few hundred steps, Bai Li suddenly said with bright eyes: "Since we are going to Luhun Villa on foot, why not let the oxcart and its driver return to Luocheng? There is no need to go with us."

However, King Jing suddenly stopped swinging his whip, and then he whipped it hard on the bullock cart, pretending not to hear anything.

Bai Li continued to say to Mr. Wang: "Sir, they say that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles..."

Before she could finish her words, Prince Jing stopped whipping the cow, stood up, jumped out of the cart, and swung his whip at the white carp.

Bai Li hurriedly hid behind Chen Ji and Shizi, pulled their arms, and revealed half of his face from the gap: "The coachman hit someone!"
To be continued...