The scorching sun was like a flame, the scorching beams of light poured down from the sky, and the chirping of cicadas without melody disturbed the soul a little restless.

The bustling city, a courtyard in the east lane is luxurious and atmospheric, the two lion statues at the main entrance are thickly painted with gold paint, and the plaques of two big gold characters of the square house are hung on the door beam, and you can know that its owner is not rich or expensive at a glance. However, there is something strange about this Fang Mansion today, the gate is closed, and there are no people entering or leaving.

The pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard are lined with rockeries, and even the roof tiles are good glazed tiles.

In the main hall of the main courtyard, everyone quietly watched a person performing.

"Heavenly spirit, earth spirit, Taishang Ancestor will soon manifest his spirit."

A Taoist priest dressed in black and white and holding a peachwood sword swirls around the central altar. On the altar lay a man, seventeen or eighteen years old, a man, with clear eyebrows and well-defined outlines, but his face was pale and bloodless. What's even more incredible is that this lying boy has a stuff stuffed in his mouth, which makes people feel a little sick to their stomachs when they look at it.

There is also a middle-aged man on the side of the altar, his clothes look simple and unpretentious, but the cuff pattern made of gold thread is not affordable for ordinary families. The middle-aged man looked at the young man on the altar with some anxious eyes, and he could judge that the relationship between them was not ordinary, the middle-aged man was about forty years old, and he looked like he was also well-defined, but his stomach was a little fat.

"Dao Chief, does this black donkey's hooves really work? When will my Jue'er wake up? ”

Judging from his dress and temperament, the middle-aged man is obviously the owner of this courtyard. At this time, it is summer, and it is hot outside, but the house in Fangfu is located in a treasure land of feng shui, and the building orientation is also very appropriate, so it is a little cool.

The black donkey's hooves in the young man's mouth seemed to have changed its taste, and a pungent and unpleasant smell permeated the entire hall.

Everyone else stood in the corner far away, looking like they didn't dare to disturb the Taoist priest's practice, but in fact, they were too close and couldn't stand the smell.

"Don't worry, my lord, Childe is haunted by evil spirits, I have already exorcised evil spirits for Childe, this disease will be cured today, but..."

The Taoist priest swore solemnly, but his expression began to become solemn. Anyone who understands can guess what this Taoist priest means, of course, it is to ask for silver taels, and the more the merrier. If you don't have enough money, or the evil ghost will come back, then don't blame me for not doing the Dharma well enough, but for not being sincere enough.

The middle-aged man next to him seemed to believe in the Taoist priest in front of him, with a pleasant smile on his face, with infinite gratitude, and he was so sincere that he knelt down and kowtowed to the Taoist priest. Even if he gave the Taoist priest more money, he felt that he should take it for granted.

"As long as I can save my Jue'er, I am willing to donate 1,000 taels of silver to make entanglements for the Taoist to travel all over the world."

This middle-aged man's surname is Fang, and he is the owner of this courtyard. This dialect lord seems to be stupid and kind and deceitful, but in fact, his city is as deep as the water of the deep sea, and few people can really understand its depth. The Fang family can have today's glory, but it is all earned by this dialect master from scratch.

When the Taoist chief received a promise in tongues that he would thank him for a thousand taels of silver, he danced even harder. It's just that when he is doing things, his eyes are not honestly looking around. In the corner on the side, the corners of several women's mouths moved slightly, and their eyebrows were slightly locked, but their youthful aura attracted the attention of Taoist priests intentionally or unintentionally. The youngest was only sixteen, and the oldest was in his early thirties, and none of them seemed to be the mothers of the young man lying on the altar.

In the corner on the other side, several maids looked at the young man on the altar, their faces were a little happy, and a little gloomy. He lowered his voice and talked about something, deliberately not letting several masters hear it.

"I wish this demon didn't wake up, or we'll suffer again."

"Don't worry, look at the Taoist priest and look at the ladies in a daze, this Taoist priest should also be a fraudster, and he doesn't have any great skills."

"You keep quiet, you are heard by several masters, and you don't know how you died."

"I'm worried too much, as long as the master doesn't hear it, the other ladies all wish that the young master would go to hell earlier, how can they care about what we say."

The entire main hall of the Fang Mansion was already a little cool, and this poisonous aura made the air a little cold.

The Taoist priest danced and read for a long time, and wanted to read it for a while, so that he could take the opportunity to take a few more glances at the group of beauties next to him. It's just that he repeats it a lot, so as not to show the horse's feet, and finally reaches out his hand and reaches out towards the foreign object in the boy's mouth.

The black donkey's hooves occupied the boy's entire mouth, and the Taoist priest held the sleeve of his robe with one hand, and held the black donkey hooves in the boy's mouth with the other.

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Where is this? How can the nose smell such a stinky smell. Wu Liao's consciousness recovered, and his nose and taste also awakened first. He felt dizzy and nauseous at first, his mouth could not speak, he smelled a strange smell, he heard footsteps walking beside him, and he heard mantras like chanting that echoed in his ears. The worst thing is that although Wu Liao's five senses are clear, his body is still a little uncontrollable, maybe he has been in a coma for too long and is too weak.

Wu Liao tried to open his eyes slightly, and the scene he saw made him wonder if he had been reincarnated. A black donkey's hooves were actually shaking in front of his eyes, how could he forget this thing, it was stained with unknown liquid and kept dripping on him.

"Dao Chief, my son is awake."

Wu Liao's eyes opened slightly, his eyebrows were locked, he saw the golden and brilliant furnishings on the ceiling, listened to someone talking, and was sure that he was really reincarnated. Slightly open eyes looked at a Taoist priest wearing black and white clothes, holding a black donkey's hoof in his hand, one end of the black donkey's hoof, the carrion was badly deteriorated, it seemed that this disgusting smell was emanating from this thing. Wu Liao thought that when he was in the underworld, he was also carrying a black donkey's hoof, and now that he has been reincarnated, he actually came with a black donkey's hoof, isn't he reincarnated, and he uses such a transfer from the previous to the next! Wu Liao couldn't bear it anymore, a feeling of nausea accompanied by dizziness, and he passed out again.

"Dao Chief, what does this mean?"

Fang Yan originally watched his son wake up, and his face was already showing indescribable excitement, but this excitement didn't last long, and he saw his son faint again.

The ladies of the dialect also stood aside, recovering from surprise and calm, covering their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, not knowing whether the smell was too bad, or hiding their expressions that were so happy that they almost laughed, maybe both.

The maids on the other side thought that their young master had cheated the corpse again, and they were so frightened that they all screamed.

"My lord, please rest assured, Childe's face is a lot ruddy, his breathing is smooth, he must be just recovering from a serious illness, he is weak and weak, and he is just asleep, and he should be fine after sleeping."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he looked at Fang Yan with a smile, with a face that he was done and should pay the wages, but he never said a word about money. After all, he is a Taoist priest, an outsider, and it seems tacky to talk about money, and he loses his sacred identity.

Normal people will be pale and breathe when they are gagged for so long, let alone such stinky black donkey hooves.

Hearing this, Fang Yan showed great joy undoubtedly, and looked carefully at his son lying on the altar, and the Taoist priest said little, and hurriedly respectfully saluted to express his gratitude.

The Taoist priest was not interested in the big gift of the dialect, but frowned a little, could it be that this lord wanted to regret it. If Fang Yan repents, what can he do as a Taoist priest, and a thousand taels of silver can only be helpless to fall away, and he is busy with empty joy.

Fang Yan saw the Taoist priest's worried look, and hurriedly smiled and asked the housekeeper to take out a thousand taels of silver. The Taoist priest looked at the white silver, his eyes swept away with greed, and then pretended to be calm, euphemistically excused, and finally accepted it. All this naturally can't escape Fang Yan's eyes, and the corners of Fang Yan's mouth also show a weird smile.

The dialect made the housekeeper send the Taoist priest away respectfully, and then slapped his palm, and a person flashed out from the secret place, this person is in his twenties, very agile, and good-looking, the only deficiency is that there is a long scar on his face, which seems to remind others that he has had an unusual experience.

Fang Yan just nodded and didn't say a word. The agile young man seemed to understand what the dialect was going to say, and then turned around and disappeared into the main courtyard, in the direction of the Taoist priest who had just left.

Wu Liao fell asleep for a day and a night before gradually waking up. He found that he was not reincarnated as a baby, but as soon as he came, he became an eighteen-year-old boy, a young man with a delicate appearance and a well-defined silhouette, and he was a high-quality and beautiful boy. Wu Liao passed through the underworld, and he was no longer so surprised by anything that happened. Wu Liao accepted this body very calmly, and of course this family background, Wanguan family wealth, which he could not compare with in the 21st century, and finally got rid of the fate of second-hand in the future. No, his body seems to be second-hand, Wu Liao looked at the bronze mirror with a wry smile, but he was very satisfied.

In the first few days of reincarnation, Wu Liao kept thinking about the disgusting black donkey's hooves, and he had no appetite for the food in the other party's house, and the people only regarded it as the young master's initial recovery from a serious illness, which was normal.

After ten days of running-in, Wu Liao finally knew that his name was Fang Jue, and his father's dialect was Sima of Jiangning County, but this dynasty subverted Wu Liao's view of history, and he had never heard this name in history class.

The Celestial Empire, an unfamiliar name, searched for memory fragments, but could not find any clues. Wu Liao thought that he could rely on his knowledge of history to do a good job, and then enjoy life beautifully. Wu Liao curiously flipped through the history books of the Celestial Dynasty and found that since the Anshi Rebellion of the Tang Dynasty, history has changed, and An Lushan and the rulers of the Tang Dynasty launched a tug-of-war for more than 20 years, and finally overthrew the Tang Dynasty and established a new dynasty, known as the Yi Dynasty. Wu Liao sighed in his heart, could it be that he was a modern person who bribed Meng Po, reincarnated without drinking ecstasy soup, and devoted himself to becoming a generation of heroes An Lushan with the memories of his previous life, so that he could change the world with the advantage of an uncertain prophet. However, the smugglers of this history, the final outcome was not much better, not long after An Lushan unified the world, his health was inexplicably poor, some speculated that it was the result of An Lushan's looting of the world's beauties, and it was also said that dozens of sons fought for power and profit, and were angry. In short, An Lushan was extremely miserable in his later years, and finally died inexplicably, and no one even buried his body for a month. In the end, dozens of descendants of An Lushan went their own way and attacked each other, making the people of the world miserable. Just when the world collapsed, a super-capable person, with an army of 1,000 people, swept away the civil strife of the Yi Dynasty and killed all the descendants of An Lushan.

This person is the founding emperor of the Celestial Dynasty, Tianwu Emperor Ye Qingsui, who can create a dynasty in just a few months with a thousand soldiers and horses. Whether it is or not, in short, the founding emperor has passed away for a few years, and now his son Tianwen Emperor Ye Yunlong is in charge of the Heavenly Empire, and the capital is Chang'an.

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"Jue'er, Jue'er..."

Fang Yan saw that his son's behavior was a little different since his condition improved, and he was a little worried. In the past, Fang Jue never entered the study building, in addition to taking his family to wander around, he often caused trouble. But no matter how big the trouble is, dialect can handle it well, even if it robs people's daughters, kills people and sets fires, dialect also turns a blind eye and lets his baby son come to Hu. Now Fang Jue is staying in the study building, and he stays for ten days, which makes Fang Yan a little puzzled, is this person in it really his son? However, Fang Yan is still very happy, if you want to say that Fang Jue's sudden serious illness is retribution, then now Fang Jue's diligence and studious can be described as a great disaster, and there will be a blessing if he does not die.

But thinking of Houfu, Fang Yan began to feel uneasy again. He still remembers a Western missionary last year who said that his son had only two years to live, and in a year he would die. At that time, he also left a ring for Fang Yan, saying that when the catastrophe came, he would bring it to Fang Jue, and maybe he could save Fang Jue's life. A year ago, Fang Jue was alive, unlearned, and very energetic, where could Fang Yan tolerate others cursing his son like this, so in a fit of anger, he sent someone to bury the missionary alive. Fang Yan recalled it, but he was a little scared, this year's catastrophe really came true, Fang Jue didn't breathe, and took the ring left by the Western missionary, Fang Jue really got better, and had a trace of life. Fang Yan regretted this, and hurriedly ordered someone to dig up the place where the missionary was buried alive, and dug ten feet into the ground but did not see the bones of the missionary, which frightened Fang Yan.

If that missionary really had such ability, would Fang Jue really die a year later? The more Fang Jue thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. is such a son, although he has raised so many wives and concubines, but they are all useless waste, and there has been no movement at all over the years. Fang Yan was helpless in his heart, if Fang Jue really had an accident, then the Fang family would be dead when he came to him, and the family business he had worked hard for would be cheaper for others.

Wu Liao heard someone shouting at the door, and he was not used to the name Fang Jue, so Wu Liao just glanced up, and then continued to read. That kind of gaze made Fang Yan feel unfamiliar, but he didn't think much about it, maybe it was his son who was recovering from a serious illness.

Wu chatted for a long time before he realized that the middle-aged man who was familiar to him just now was Fang Jue's father. And he is called Fang Jue.