More than 2,000 miles from Maoshan to Lingnan, Shi Jian trekked through mountains and rivers, and walked for nearly a month before entering the boundary of Fenghai Mansion in Lingnan.

Fenghai County is a big county, dozens of miles to the east is the sea, decades ago the Qing government was forced by foreigners to sign an unequal treaty, Fenghai opened the port, become one of the few treaty ports in the country. The surrounding area of the county is densely populated, and the countryside is clustered and very prosperous.

At dusk that day, Shi Jian passed by a small town, seeing that the sun was about to set, and he was penniless, and he was afraid that he would sleep on the streets when he entered the city, so he planned to spend the night in the town.

There are few households on the roadside, and the houses are all 'bungalow houses' common in Fenghai, that is, one hall and two rooms, with no walls outside, and bricks and tiles as materials.

There are more than a dozen benches in the courtyard of a family inside, and a few large wine jars are placed on the stools, and the rich aroma of wine wafts into the nose in the wind.

Coincidentally, he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when the door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties came out, wearing a long robe and belt, with a short beard and long braids, looking honest.

The middle-aged man didn't expect someone outside the house, and at first glance, he was suddenly frightened, and he couldn't help but say 'good Taoist'!

I saw a Taoist priest in his early twenties, wearing a slightly dusty apricot yellow robe, wearing a nine-beam scarf, with a ruddy complexion, bright eyes, standing like a dragon and a tiger, smiling and majestic, looking an extraordinary person.

"Dao Chief, what's the matter with you?"

He spoke Lingnan-style official dialect, with a little accent, but the accent was not heavy, it is estimated that the ancestor was not from Fenghai, or he may have learned it later, Shi Jian could understand it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Shi Jian bowed his hand slightly, and said kindly: "Uncle, I am a disciple of Maoshan, the road number is always the beginning, there is always the beginning and the end, passing by here, I want to find a family to spend a night, I don't know if the uncle's family is inconvenient?" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looked Shi Jian up and down a few times, and looked embarrassed. Shi Jian observed his words, saw his expression, arched his hand disapprerovingly, and turned around to leave.

"The road is long and walk slowly." The middle-aged man stopped Shi Jian and said, "The family is shabby and shabby, if the Taoist chief doesn't dislike it, come back for one night." ”

Shi Jian thanked him and followed the middle-aged man into the house. The rectangular hall is very large, and there are few decent furnishings, which makes it look a little empty.

"Who are you talking to?" A middle-aged woman with her hair coiled, plainly dressed, and a rich appearance came out of the inner room on the left, and saw Shi Jian stunned for a moment, and looked at the middle-aged man with a puzzled expression.

The middle-aged man briefly said Shi Jian's intentions and asked, "Always Dao Chief, you have come to our countryside at this time, and you haven't eaten yet, have you?" ”

Shi Jian nodded awkwardly, the middle-aged man turned his head and told the woman to go to the kitchen to cook, and then beckoned Shi Jian to sit down and drink tea, chatting while waiting for the meal to be cooked.

Not long after they ate, the food was still hot, and the woman was too lazy to move the pot, and she was afraid of neglecting the guests, so she came out and asked Shi Jian if he wanted to heat it up.

Shi Jian is not a poor and refined person, nor is he a picky eater, a bowl of white rice, a small piece of preserved butterfly, a small bowl of soybean sauce, and two servings of vegetarian dishes are also eaten with relish.

Seeing that he was eating well, the couple couldn't help but smile kindly, and the middle-aged man instructed the woman: "It's getting dark, you go to the Bliss Paper Shop to find Xiaoyun and bring her back early." ”

The woman answered, got up and went out, and about the time of Zhu Xiang, she led a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. Shi Jian heard the sound of footsteps, looked up, and suddenly showed a stunned expression.

Marilyn Monroe Red?

Zhong Xiaoyun, who entered the house, looked very similar to Honggu, who was known as 'Oriental Marilyn Monroe' in his previous life, but he was not as amorous and sexy as Honggu.

Dressed in loose blue clothes, her hair is tied with a red rope and two small braids on the left and one back, her thick eyebrows have not been retouched, and her face is facing the sky.

In her previous life, Honggu could be said to be one of the few female stars that Shi Jian liked, and when she met after being reborn, she couldn't help but feel a little strange emotion in her heart, and she was a little moved.

Zhong Xiaoyun obviously heard his mother talk about Shi Jian, and seeing that he didn't show a strange expression, he politely called out 'Dao Chief', stood at the door, and didn't come to sit.

Father Zhong's face sank, and he scolded: "Run to the store every day, if Yizhu's big intestine is a port, I will marry you into the door as soon as possible, and if Yi drags it down again, you will become an old girl." ”

Zhong Xiaoyun met his father's gaze without showing weakness, and said unswervingly: "Brother Zhu is determined to marry me." ”

Father Zhong wanted to say something, but Mother Zhong pushed him and blamed: "What are you doing, saying this in front of the guests, do you want the Taoist to see our family's jokes?" ”

"Go and clean up a bed with your mother, and stay at our house tonight."

Zhong Mu smiled apologetically at Shi and pulled Zhong Xiaoyun into the back room.

Just now they were talking mixed with some Fenghai dialect, Shi Jian heard it half-clearly, and he had no intention of inquiring about other people's housework, but Zhong Xiaoyun's appearance made Shi Jian realize that he might have stepped into the plot of a certain movie.

"Uncle, is this girl who came in just now your daughter?"

"yes." Father Zhong sighed, his brows furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper, "Giving birth to a daughter is not as good as a son, giving birth to a daughter is not as good as a son." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mother Zhong came out and said angrily: "Now I know that I have a headache, how can I not care about my mouth before the child is born, what kind of fingertips are married, climb the high branches of the Zhu family, climb, people look down on Xiaoyun." ”

Father Zhong was speechless, and Shi Jian asked curiously: "Uncle, aunt, your daughter is so good-looking, how can anyone look down on her?" ”

"Blame me, blame me for this." Father Zhong said with annoyance: "At that time, our family and the Zhu family, who opened a paper shop in the town, added Ding at the same time, and the relationship between the two families has been good. ”

"How can I think that Zhu Dajiu regretted it, and it is not a repentance, he doesn't look down on Xiaoyun or what, he has been dragging it out and not proposing marriage, he can afford it, Xiaoyun can't afford it."

Paper shop, Honggu, Zhu Dagu, second uncle, Shi Jian had a flash of inspiration in his mind, he knew what movie it was.

People are scary.

In the movie, Zhu's intestine is a short-lived ghost, Xiaoyun risked his life to snatch back the soul of Zhu's intestine from the ghost, so that he could return to yang, but Zhu's intestine has a limited lifespan, and the Zhu family will die as soon as they have it.

From Shi Jian's point of view, it is not worth it at all for Xiaoyun to do this, forcibly let a dead person return to the yang, let the underworld modify the book of life and death, and destroy the cycle of life and death, even the Maoshan faction does not dare to do this kind of thing easily, but Xiaoyun did it, although the movie ended with a happy ending, Shi Jian believes that the second half of Xiaoyun's life must be very miserable.

The style of Marilyn Monroe of the East has not yet been shown, but she can't just be silent, and she has to find a way to change her fate.

As soon as he was about to speak, the spiritual power in his body was disordered for no reason, flustered, and on a whim, it seemed that someone was casting a spell against him. stood up suddenly, startling Zhong's father and mother.