After hearing Yang Heng's words, Liu Ji shook his head repeatedly. He stood up and saluted Yang Heng Lianlian.

"Master Taoist, you have been recreating me. I was originally going to prepare some fields for the Taoist Taoist, but the Taoist Taoist Taoist is broad-minded and does not look down on these things. It would be better if I set up a Taoist temple for the Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist. In the future, we can meet at any time, wouldn't it be better?"

"Donor, there is no need to be like this. Although this place is good, it is not a home. I can only let the donor down."

After Yang Heng said this, he looked up and saw that Liu Ji was already in a dim face, so he felt unbearable and added.

"If the donor really misses me, why not go to Xiangfu County, Henan Province. I have a Taoist temple where the donor can often gather."

After hearing this, Liu Ji nodded and said with a bad look: "Xiangfu County, Henan Province, is thousands of miles away from here. Master Yang's journey back this time is long, so I will be trapped and carriages for Yang Daochang."

After Liu Ji finished speaking, he ignored Yang Heng's stop and immediately ordered his butler to prepare 1,200 taels of silver, and prepare the carriage and the coachman at the same time. He also ordered several maids who followed Yang Heng to serve Yang Heng and send him back to Xiangfu County, Henan Province with great pleasure.

Yang Heng was also very kind to Liu Ji, so he finally agreed to his arrangements.

The next day, Liu Ji was watching Yang Heng personally at the door of the manor, took the coachman and two maids into the carriage and left from afar.

Liu Ji stood on a high slope at the entrance of the manor, watching Yang Teng's carriage disappear, then sighed and turned around and said to the butler: "It's really a pity that a good master left like this."

The housekeeper beside him immediately understood what Liu Ji meant, so he leaned over and said, "Master, why don't I catch up with you now, and ask this Taoist priest to come back and see our young master."

A trace of gloom appeared in Liu Ji's eyes, and finally a wave of cold light suddenly appeared.

"I have a deep relationship with Master Yang. I'm afraid he won't help me with this."

"Master, Linglong's family is still in the village. I think Linglong will do it according to the master's wishes."

"I hope so."

After saying this, Liu Ji looked up at the sky, and then said lonely: "Although I enjoyed all my wealth and glory, I have difficulty in having children. I finally had this only seedling, but there is such a disaster."

Liu Ji let out a long sigh, then turned around and walked towards Zhuangzi, leaving behind a lonely back.

Besides, Yang Heng left his eldest son in Shandong and once headed westward to the edge of the Yellow River.

I originally wanted to cross the Yellow River and go straight to Henan in the past few days, but I didn't expect that the Yellow River tide was rising in the past two days, and the boatmen on the shore refused to leave the boat. Therefore, Yang Heng had no choice but to order the coachman to find a small town nearby to live there for the time being.

It is said that the Yellow River Ferry is also very prosperous, and small villages are constantly connected.

Therefore, Yang Heng and his team soon found Sutou in a small village.

This is a small and exquisite inn. If you want to say that it is small, it is because this inn has only two or three yards in front and back, and at most 10 people can live in it.

If you want to talk about the essence of this small yard, it is because the owner of this small inn is also ingenious and unlucky.

He renovated the two or three yards and divided them into several independent yards.

Each small courtyard is well decorated and has its own elegant names, such as "Boyayun", "Wei Bianduan", and "Mo Caijian".

Therefore, this small inn is still very popular among literati and scholars.

Yang Heng entered the inn. As soon as the shopkeeper of the inn looked up and down, Yang Heng knew that this person was probably a fat sheep.

Because Yang Heng is wearing a purple silk Taoist robe given to him by Liu Ji, and two pretty pretty maids are next to him. In addition, there is a coachman doing some work there, and he is obviously a rich man.

Therefore, the shopkeeper immediately greeted him with great sincerity, "Are you a good player, or stay in a hotel?"

Yang Heng smiled and bowed, then said, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, I originally wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the Yellow River tide was rising in the past two days, so we can only stay here for two days. I wonder if there are still free rooms in your inn, the shopkeeper?"

"Yes, there's, the 'Mocai Room' is empty."

After saying that, the shopkeeper personally led the way in front and led Yang Heng and the others to a very elegant and secluded small courtyard behind.

When I arrived here, the shopkeeper said proudly: "This is carefully designed by my master. Are you satisfied with Taoist priest?"

Yang Heng knew nothing about architecture at all, but looking at the shopkeeper's proud look, he couldn't disappoint, so he said a few polite words.

The shopkeeper was satisfied when he heard Yang Heng's praise, and then he led the goalkeeper Yang Heng to the yard with a smile.

After that, the shopkeeper briefly introduced the layout of the yard and stepped out.

Yang Heng looked at the yard, then went straight into the main room, and then ordered the maid beside him to start cleaning the room, ready to rest.

After everything was arranged, the young man from the inn respectfully entered the yard wrapped by Yang Heng and asked, "Customer, do you want to eat in the yard or go to the hall in front."

"Go to the front hall."

"Okay, Master Dao, I'll go ahead and prepare for you."

After saying that, the young man hurried to the front to prepare a table for Yang Heng.

Yang Heng sat for a while until the maids had packed the room, and then he took his people out of the courtyard and came to the hall in front.

As soon as the young man saw Yang Heng, he entered the hall and immediately led Yang Heng to a table beside the window.

"Master Dao, what are you going to eat?"

"Don't have anything? Just have a few dishes."

After Yang Heng finished speaking, the coachman who had been following Yang Heng immediately took out a certain amount of silver and threw it into the young man's hand.

The guy came forward and laughed so hard that he even opened his head. Then he shouted to the back: "The master admires a silver ingot, and there are good wine and food behind him."

With the guy's shout, someone immediately responded in the kitchen behind him.

"Good wine and good food will arrive soon, guests will wait."

As expected, I still have money and can handle things easily. In a short while, seven or eight dishes were placed on the table.

Yang Heng looked at the fact that there were indeed a lot of dishes on the table, so he turned his head and said to the two maids who were behind him, "Come here and eat together, don't stand there to serve me."

The two maids looked at each other and didn't dare to go forward. In the end, Yang Heng forced them again, and then they sat down beside the table.

The coachman was much better. He sat next to Yang Heng and immediately picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for Yang Heng.

Yang Heng picked up the wine and took a sip, and found that the wine in this small hotel was pretty good and there was no water.

Next, Yang Heng picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth.

When the two maids saw that Yang Heng had already started eating and drinking, they dared to pick up the chopsticks and gently pick up the food and put it in their mouths.

In this way, Yang Heng began to pour and drink by himself.

At this moment, Yang Heng suddenly heard the whispers of several people stolen at the next table.

If it was someone else, he could not hear what these people said, but when he met Yang Heng, the real person of Jindan, Yang Heng could hear these words clearly.

"Brother, is what you said true?"

"If I lie to you, I will die a bad death."

"If this is the case, this frog god is too domineering."

"Then what can I do? Who can make me a god? Who can disobey the son-in-law you like?"

When he said this, the third person who had never spoken suddenly said, "You can speak quietly. If the Frog God hears what you just said, you will be punished if you don't make a good deal."

This sentence immediately made the other two people shut their mouths, and then began to look around in a hesitation, fearing that there would be a god next to them to monitor them.

Suddenly, a frog cries came from outside the window, and then the three people who were whispering just now changed their colors together.

And the two people who spread the gossip about the frogs were even more scared!

Yang Heng felt a little curious as he listened to the conversation between the two people. What kind of god is it that makes these people so taboo?

What happened next was even more strange.

I saw a frog as big as a teacup and suddenly jumped into the inn hall, but everyone present turned a blind eye to it.

Yang Heng couldn't help but be curious and called him a guy.

"I said, man, are you so many frogs? You are all in the house."

The guy's face turned pale when he heard the teasing tone in Yang Heng's tone.

He hurriedly stepped forward, approached Yang Heng, and whispered: "Customer, be careful that disaster comes from the mouth."

Yang Heng said disapprovingly: "What's the disaster? I think you're exaggerating."

The guy was helpless, "Customer, this is not an ordinary frog."

When he said this, he looked around mysteriously, "This is the messenger of the Frog God."

Yang Heng sat here for a while and heard the name of the frog god several times, so he asked curiously: "What kind of god is this frog god? Tell me about it."

The guy might have some concerns, so he hesitated and said to him, just not spitting.

Lao Li, the coachman sitting next to Yang Heng, was a little impatient, "If you have anything to say, are you afraid that our Taoist master will lose your reward?"

After saying that, he glanced at Yang Heng, saw Yang Heng nodding with a smile, so he took out dozens of coins and threw them on the table.

"Speak quickly, talk quickly, after we finish, we will still have a reward."

Seeing that the guy had the reward, he immediately threw all his concerns behind him.

He looked at the frog at the entrance of the inn first, and saw that it seemed that it was just staring at the kitchen and not looking here, so he whispered.

It turns out that the people here believe in the frog god and are very devout. Temples worship the frog god are built everywhere. Sometimes there are thousands or millions of frogs in the temple, some of which are even as big as steamers.

If someone violates the Qingwa God, strange signs will appear at home: frogs will crawl around on the table and bed, or even climb onto the slippery wall but will not fall off, with various strange shapes.

Once such signs occur, it indicates that something unlucky will happen in this family. It is very effective.

Therefore, the people are very taboo about this.
Chapter completed!