The picture in the book in Ran Jia's hand returned to calm, but at this time, the old man inside had disappeared, and there were only two words, thank you, which was scattered in the air as soon as the wind blew.

"You are still the first person with real skills," Jian Hall's originally hidden eyes gradually exuded a bright light, and his voice was also a little excited, "The little master is tired from coming all the way, take a shower and change clothes first, take a nap after eating and take a nap, and we will talk in depth in the afternoon." ”

Ran Jia nodded, those men are bold and righteous, and they are still warm-hearted, there is only one thing that is not good, that is, they don't pay much attention to hygiene, but the environment of the journey along the way is harsh, and they can't be allowed to pay attention to it. Fortunately, she has a lot of dust washing charms, otherwise she stinks so much that she can stun people!

Since there were too many spirits in the house, she first set up a formation to prevent others from prying eyes, and then took off her clothes and scattered her hair, and comfortably soaked in the tub dripping with rose essential oil.

The little mink also happily fluttered in the water, occasionally sucking saliva and squirting at her.

Ran Jia carried the tail of the little mink, watching it stretch out its short paws to scratch her anxious little appearance, she sneered and rubbed its ears with her other hand: "Why do you say you are so uncompetitive?" I feed you all kinds of precious herbs, and I also take you to the top of the snow-capped mountains to absorb the purest essence of heaven and earth. If you don't say that you have transformed into a human, why haven't you even turned on your spiritual intelligence? ”

The little mink was poked at its self-esteem, it whined aggrievedly, and covered its face with its little paws, but it was cute and tight.

"Forget it, be stupid, be stupid, stupid people have stupid blessings, you stupid mink has a powerful master like me, just sell cute!"

After taking a bath, Ran Jia shook her head, and all the water vapor between her hair was waved into the air, refreshing and soft. She changed into a long gown with crescent moon white inlaid with silver edges embroidered with pale yellow ginkgo leaves, her hair was tied with a jasper crown, and her waist was a pendant woven with peach wood and five emperor coins.

The lunch prepared by the palace was rich and exquisite, Ran Jia couldn't name many of them, she didn't have the reserve that a woman should have, she said hello to the prince, and stretched out her chopsticks to taste every meal on the table first, well, each one is so delicious that people swallow their tongues.

She squinted her eyes and enjoyed it, and the little mink in her cuffs couldn't help but swing vigorously to attract her attention, "Lord Shizi, have you really not left this small courtyard for nineteen years?" ”

Jian Hall eats slowly, chews slowly, and has a noble and elegant air in every gesture, and the personalities of the two seem to be reversed. Hearing Ran Jia's question, he chewed a few times and swallowed all the food in his mouth before he replied: "Yes, the masters say that I have a special physique and life, and it's okay to stay in this small courtyard, if I go out, I don't know how many people will be harmed." ”

His voice did not rise or fall without any fluctuations, and the expression on his face was mostly numb, just like her before she came down the mountain. Ran Jia is deeply sympathetic to him, and can understand that he doesn't have too many expectations for life, and he is about to get by and get by.

Ran Jia bit her chopsticks, her heart was weak for a while, she couldn't stand the slightest grievance from the beauty, and there was a kind of absurdity of digging out her heart and lungs just to laugh at the beauty. Well, her father-in-law once said that her beautiful father did a lot of shocking things for her mother, which can be said to be in the palm of his hand for fear of falling and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting.

Ran Jia felt that she was afraid that she had inherited her father's superficiality.

"Don't worry, I'll take you out another day!" She lowered her head with a slight flush on her cheeks and picked up the rice in her bowl.

Jian Hall pulled the corners of his lips indifferently, continued to eat, and had one more person to accompany him, and the meals that had not changed much on weekdays also had some taste, he used one more bowl of rice than before, and the servants in the courtyard were happy with a smile, and someone trotted all the way to the princess and the prince to report the good news.

After eating, Ran Jia struggled to stand up, walking around the courtyard with her hands on her waist, I don't know if the fairy in the book said something to a group of spirits, they all hid, leaving only pinpoint-sized eyes poking at her like sharp edges.

She snorted twice and began to recite the mantra aloud, strings of scriptures spilling out of her lips like notes shrouded in sunlight wafting through the corners of the courtyard. Her little face became more and more pale, and the crescent-white clothes on her body were also stained with mist, and her whole person was sacrosanct, with the fluttering spirit of riding a crane to the west.

The servants in the courtyard stopped what they were doing, and the feelings of helplessness, despair, and irritability of the past were easily bounced away like dust, and their hearts suddenly became open, and the days became beautiful, as if the sun was infinitely bright, and the sky was bluer than ever.

The flowers and plants, the birds, insects, snakes and ants hidden in the treetops, and the immortals in the house all felt the baptism of comfort, as if people were rushing all the way to wash away the dust, and the turbidity of the mortal dust on their bodies was lighter, although it was not much, it was enough to make them have a sense of awe for Ran Jia.

They all had the same idea as Jian Hall, this little boy was a person with real skills, not one of those stinky Taoist priests who were scared when they saw a fantasy.

Ran Jia chanted the heart-clearing mantra for half an hour, her stomach was still a little swollen, she smashed her mouth, her little face was wrinkled together, how could she have a mouth that didn't know how hungry, but only a stomach the size of a sparrow? She looked sadly at the little mink in the willow tree, which was like a squirrel.

"Little Master, our master asked the servant to bring you the tea," a servant bent down respectfully with the quilt in both hands.

Ran Jia took it and barely drank half a cup, the sweet and sour taste was not bad, she walked around the courtyard for half an hour, recited the "Heart Sutra" more than 20 times, the feeling of swelling in the stomach disappeared by half, and the sleepiness also rose, leaving a group of people still bathing in the scriptures, she entered the house relaxedly.

Lying on the comfortable workframe bed, she hugged the sleepy mink who was full of food and digestion like herself, and fell into a deep sleep defenselessly.

Ran Jia woke up and was already drowsy, washed her face, she smelled the smell of rice wafting from the small kitchen, touched the stomach that had not completely disappeared, gritted her teeth and ran around the yard with the little mink, until the food was served, she took a bath again, and rushed to the dining table with hungry eyes and green eyes.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you," Jian Hall looked at her puffing cheeks, and a faint smile overflowed in her eyes.

This time, the little mink went straight to the table, and the servants set aside a little for each dish to form a plate of food. It is also holding the ribs with small paws and gnawing, and its serious appearance is exactly the same as its owner.

With the experience of being embarrassed at noon, Ran Jia didn't dare to eat more, and put down her chopsticks pitifully when she was eight or nine minutes full.

"The days are still long, you have to enjoy the good things slowly, otherwise most of the fun of life will be lost," Jian Hall also put down the chopsticks, "You sleep long in the afternoon, you definitely can't sleep early at night, and you can just use a supper." ”

As soon as she heard that there was still something to eat, Ran Jia nodded again and again, no longer nostalgic for the mess on the table, she ran to the study of the simple hall, looked for a pen and paper, she wrote a set of scriptures seriously, and then found someone to help her bring scissors, paste, bamboo strips, bamboo cups, and carefully paste the lanterns.

Jian Hall sat on one side drinking tea, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "I see that the little master has a lot of understanding of the scriptures, could it be that you are a lay disciple of the temple?" ”

Ran Jia sneered, but still said mischievously: "Is it true that only monks can chant scriptures?" Everyone has a Buddha in their hearts, and you are too narrow-minded! ”

Everyone has a Buddha in their hearts?

Jian Hall was stunned, he hooked the corners of his lips, not that he was narrow-minded, but that most people in the world were narrow-minded, "It seems that I will have to follow the little master to worship the Buddha more in the future." ”

Ran Jia looked at him strangely, "I also know these few scriptures, where are those monks who have attained the Tao speak the Tao, which makes people feel empowered."

Take care of your body, regulate your mood, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

"Okay," Jian Hall chuckled, perhaps the heavens began to favor him, and sent him an interesting and somewhat capable little man.

After making the lantern, Ran Jia looked at the dark night with satisfaction, stood up with the lantern, took out a piece of rune paper from his arms and waved it in the air, and the rune paper burned, not the brilliance of ordinary paper, but the candle flame meekly and not arrogant and impatient to illuminate the surroundings, but a gust of summer wind blew, and it did not shake in the slightest.

In the surprised gaze of Jian Hall, Ran Jia threw the rune paper into the bamboo cup in the middle of the paper lantern, and walked out with the lantern, "Shizi, you are sleepy and rest first, remember to leave me supper, I will go back when I go." ”

The little mink ran two steps from the table and jumped on Ran Jia's shoulder, and it didn't forget to look back and squeak at the Jian Hall for a while, probably not forgetting to order someone to prepare a copy for it too.

Looking at the orange gradually disappearing into the darkness, Jian Hall's expression was dyed with loneliness again, he looked at his shoes that had never been stained with mud, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but overflow with sarcasm, what is the meaning of his life?

Because of him, his mother can no longer get pregnant, and can only have one child for the rest of his life, but he is still a frightening weirdo who provokes dirty things and drags down his parents' reputation.

He did not have a healthy body, could not contribute to the country, and could not benefit the people, but only survived, wasting food, cloth and medicinal herbs.

It is estimated that after his death, he can become a strong stroke in the strange theory in the history of the wild.

It didn't take long for Ran Jia to have an infinite fear of him like everyone else, and then he grabbed the door and was no longer willing to go further.

As soon as Jian Hall thought of such an ending, the violent aura of his whole body could not be contained, and it was as condensed as the essence of the long robes blowing and drumming, the moon outside the house was covered by thick dark clouds, and the willows were shaken by the whimpering wind, and the branches were like monsters with teeth and claws sprinkled on the ground in a messy patch.

Seeing this, the servants hurried back to the house, shivering and hiding under the quilt, praying for the little master to come back quickly.