Seeing that the man was crying sadly, Junjie went over and helped the man up, made him sit on the threshold of the main hall, and gathered the fragments of the bronze mirror by himself. The man was still crying, so he asked him why he had spliced the lenses, and the man was glazed over, and he didn't even look at him, just kept crying.

At this time, a little Taoist priest happened to walk in front of the hall, Junjie hurriedly grabbed him, asked him what was wrong with this person, and the Taoist priest told him that this person's beloved concubine and people *** grabbed the bronze mirror to beat, injured the concubine, and drove it out of the house, the concubine committed suicide, regretted it, became trance-like, and was instructed by someone to come to Qingxuguan to seek relief, and the old Taoist asked him to repair the bronze mirror, and he could think of saving the concubine. However, he tried his best, and even though he barely adhered to it, the mark was always there.

Junjie thinks about it, and also feels quite a headache, indeed, with copper as a mirror, you can be dressed properly, but it is difficult to reunite when the mirror is broken, wealth is just a castle in the air, even if it is re-touched, the mark is difficult to eliminate.

But suddenly he wanted to help this man first, so he set up a fire in the path, and prepared to burn the tattered bronze mirror, and then cast a new one. When he was about to throw the broken copper pieces into the fire, the man snatched them back violently, glared at him angrily, and said, "If it is burned, the mirror will not be the original mirror, I will have to wait for the next life." Then, he wrapped his clothes in the tattered brass lenses. While muttering: "The mirror is broken for a long time, and the traces are also mirrors, and they are restored in peace?" Reunion for the next life. He staggered away.

Watching the man leave, Junjie fell into deep thought. He also muttered in his mouth: "The mirror is broken and flows for a long time, and the traces are also mirrors, and they are restored in peace?" Reunion for the next life. ”

"A good mirror is broken and will stay for a long time, and it will be reunited for the next life!" Suddenly, an old man's voice came from behind him. Jun Jie looked back, and the person standing behind him was not the Taoist chief.

As soon as he was about to speak, he heard the old Tao say, "Life is not beautiful, because it is often destroyed, and only water is perfect in comparison." You don't see the water of the rivers, lakes and seas, who can hurt it, as the so-called knife to cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the water is the most tolerant, so people also take water as a teacher, should be diligent and practiced, as for the selfless, you have to be free. ”

Hearing this, Junjie naturally admired it, but he still didn't forget the purpose of this trip, so he couldn't wait to ask Lao Dao: "Where is the enemy, I hope that Lao Dao will be convenient." ”

Lao Dao smiled and said, "I don't know what the matter of Fang Cai has to do with Pavilion Master Zhu?" ”

"Yes, I don't think there will be! He threw the ytterbium and my wife was killed, these are two different things, besides, the sinner is executed, and it is the time of reckoning? ”

"People, people, when is the time for retribution?"

"If this thief is not killed, he will not be a man"

"If you know the truth, I'm afraid you really won't be able to take revenge."

"The truth? What truth? Junjie really can't believe that there can be any truth in the middle of this great hatred.

The old Tao said: "A person will reap whatever cause you sow, and although you have not done any evil yourself, it does not mean that others have not done any evil." ”

"Someone else?" Junjie's eyes widened. "What have others done?"

When the old man saw that there was no one around, he asked Junjie to meditate in the palace of the Heavenly King, and where could Junjie sit still, he said: "Please tell me what sins there are in this." ”

The old man closed his eyes and was silent, thoughtful, and spoke for a long time: "Under what circumstances did you kill Gu Duwei's son back then?" ”

Speaking of the events of that year, Junjie fell into deep thought for a while. On the one hand, Nagu Yanei searched for flowers and willows all day long, bullying men and women, but thinking about it, it was not a capital crime. At most, it was above the restaurant, each did not give in, words collided, and more importantly, his father was a member of the Hou Party, and it was even more unfortunate that that day, Junjie was a group of children of the imperial party members who were eating there, and Gu Yanei and a group of official eunuchs also came to the hotel. I don't want to be killed by mistake.

Seeing that he was silent, the old man continued to ask, "Why are you eating and drinking there with those children?" ”

"Why?" Junjie fell into deep thought again, thought about it, and said, "It's not because of the quarrel with the lady the night before that he was in a bad mood the next day. ”

"Why are you arguing?"

Junjie's face flushed, arguing "The affairs of men and women", "Do you want to take care of the old way?" ”

"If it's not related, naturally don't ask?"

"Is it really related?"

"It's a big deal!" The old saying is conclusive. "Your married life can be considered harmonious?"

"Married life?" Junjie couldn't help but be shocked, could it be that his wife was carrying him behind his back. After thinking about it, he still honestly preached to Lao Dao: "To be honest, it's not harmonious. ”

After hearing this, the old Taoist nodded and said, "That's right." With that, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Junjie.

When Junjie took it to see, his face immediately turned pale, and sweat was dripping from his head. When I looked at it again, I was trembling. Suddenly, he tore the paper to shreds, jumped up, laughed and laughed, he was just greedy for the beauty of the lady, how could he.

When Lao Dao saw that he didn't believe him, he took out another thing from his bosom, but when he looked at it, it was a letter. "This is Brother Ling's handwriting, you should believe it."