I stayed at Xuanzhen Temple for two days.

Jia Zhishen went through Xiangyun's blessing*** and also saw the scenery on the mountain.

On this day, I finally remembered the years in the Xuanzhen Temple.

Xuanzhen Guan was originally Jia Jing's place of cultivation, he had been here in the early years, and got the name of 'Zhishen' in the mountains.

As soon as he thought of this, Jia Zhishen only took two little servants with him and went down the winding path of the back mountain.

Since he got the name of "Zhishen" and returned to Duzhong, he soon entered the official career, and there was no idle day.

Now, it has been 20 years.

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush.

On this day, when he returned to his hometown, Jia Zhishen listened quietly to Yaoxi and traced along the mountain road.

Looking around along the way, there is no longer a fog rising back then.

Not long after, Jia Zhishen came down to the mountains and followed his memory for a while.

When I looked at it again, the thatched hut appeared in front of me.

Loess paste walls, mottled areas extend moss. Thatched roof, zero landing hermit birds.

The thatched hut is dilapidated and uninhabited.

"That's good, no one will stop you from entering this time."

Jia Zhishen expected the prospect of the future, and when he came to the front of the house recently, he pushed the door and entered.

The thatched grass on the roof is also beaten by wind and rain, and insects are also bitten, and it has long been unable to cover the interior. The midday sun shines through the void like a pillar of light on the ground.

Jia Zhishen looked around and saw that the house was simple and had only four walls.

There are no beds or other utensils in it, only a broken tank to pick up the rain and dew and muddy water deposits.

Due to the intrusion, there was a frog croaking in the tank, and the owner of the house was frightened and jumped away along the broken place.

Jia Zhishen smiled when he heard the movement, and when he looked up again, he saw that the sunlight coming in from the door was shining on the wall inside, revealing the handwriting.

The handwriting is written in charcoal and hung on the wall, all of them are large.

Jia Zhishen came to take a closer look.

There are a few big words on the side, saying: 'Okay, song commentary"

Jia Zhishen didn't know the fairy song, and hurriedly looked at the rows of words in the back.

[The burrow is empty, and the wat is full of beds back then;

The withered grass and withered poplar used to be a singing and dancing field.

The spider silk is full of carved beams, and the green yarn is now pasted on the canopy window.

What do you say that the fat is thick, the powder is fragrant, and how can the temples become frost again?

Yesterday, the loess Longtou sent white bones, and tonight the mandarin ducks lie at the bottom of the red light tent.

Chests full of gold, chests full of silver, beggars with eyes are slandered.

is sighing that his life is not long, that knows that he will return and mourn!

There is a good way to train, and it is uncertain to be a strong beam in the future;

Choose the anointing beam, who expects to live in Fireworks Lane!

Because the yarn cap is small, the shackle is carried;

Yesterday I was cold, and now I think the purple python is long.

In a chaotic commotion, you sing and I appear on the stage, and I think that the other country is my hometown;

It's ridiculous, and in the end it's a wedding garment for someone else! 】

At the end of the charcoal words on the wall, there is a line of small words added later, saying: 'Leave it to the destined people'

Jia Zhishen's Su Hui is already very incomparable, at this time, he has read word by word, and when he got to the last few words, he knew that it was Zhen Shiyin's words left for himself.

"After three tribulations, you want me to abandon the red dust?"

Jia Zhishen looked at the annotations on the wall again, and muttered a sentence, that is, to find the general.

As soon as he went out, he heard a loud bang, and the thatched house behind him collapsed.

When I turned back, all that was left was the croaking of frogs in the rubble.

Jia Zhishen patted the dust on his body and hurriedly turned around and went up the mountain.

The sound of frogs in the ruins of the hut behind him stopped, silent.

Halfway through the journey, several Xuanzhenguan disciples came down the mountain, bumped into Jia Zhishen head-on, and were busy going to the side of the road to greet the head.

"Grandpa Guo is polite."

"Where?"

Jia Zhishen stopped asking.

A Taoist priest replied respectfully

He said, "The master just came over and asked me to clean the thatched hut in the back mountain, don't waste it anymore, and keep it for the mountain guards to live in."

The mountain collapsed steadily, and there was still a need to clean it.

Jia Zhishen's thoughts were chaotic in his heart, and he didn't mention it, but only asked, "You are a monk, Dao Zuo has met, and you are also a destined person who is waiting for you, and I have something to ask you to wait."

How could the Taoist priests be silent, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Guo, please speak."

Jia Zhishen said: "In my early years, people sent me a message, and the Tao was 'neither sad nor bitter, always trust one thing', what is the meaning of these eight words?"

The Taoists looked at each other for a while, and one of them replied with a smile: "The Taoist has the saying of 'pretending to trust a thing, and the corpse will be dissected into an immortal', which should be here.

Jia Zhishen was shocked when he heard this, and from then on, he suddenly realized in his heart, no wonder Zhen Shiyin deliberately left a word.

'The world pretended to be a thing, and the corpse was dismembered into immortals. If you are not a person in this world, shouldn't you be above 'always trusting one thing'? "

"Zhen Yan is one thing, Jia Tuo is one thing."

'If you pretend to trust something, you really trust something.'

"I really trusted one thing to Jiamen, and I became my own. When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is sometimes non-action. "

Realizing this, Jia Zhishen couldn't help but smile bitterly and murmured: "People who are not in this world, they are born in this world, they are out of place, and they have provoked so much."

Even if he understood those eight words, he still couldn't see them, so he had this wry smile.

The people on the side didn't dare to answer, and only stood on the side of the road with their hands down.

At this moment, another man from the mountain rushed down and shouted, "Grandpa Guo—"

The person who came was the steward Caiming, who came all the way down the mountainside with a loud voice, with a sad face, crying, "Aunt Shi in the house has a sudden illness and has already gone."

Jia Zhishen heard this sour nose, and hurriedly asked, "Haven't you seen better these days, why did such a thing happen?"

Cai Ming cried: "At night, Aunt Shi wanted to see Grandpa Guo, got out of bed to find out the door and suffered from the wind, and finally was helped back to the house, and the high fever did not go away that night, and by this morning, she had died......

"Why don't you report early!"

Jia Zhishen mentioned Caiming in anger, his eyes were bloodshot.

Cai Ming only cares about crying, where can he answer.

Under the agitation of the mood, Jia Zhishen's nature almost took off, and it was only after half a loud sound that he let go of Caiming, and the sadness on his face was in front of him.

It was his fault.

insisted on keeping Shi Xiangyun at home, and exhausted his good open-minded nature, in exchange for such consequences.

If it was released to the south of Hunan Yunnan back then, maybe it wouldn't be like this?

What am I doing to be an official......

Farewell to everyone, Jia Zhishen raised his head and returned to the mountain, his sadness heartbreaking all the way.

Seeing him go away, Cai Ming wiped his tears and followed behind.

Walking into the Xuanzhen Temple, there is a bell from the bell tower inside, which is deafening and washes the soul.

Jia Zhishen, who came in a hurry, slowed down, and his body and mind were stunned.

"Yes, it's not sorrow, it's not suffering,"

"I was pretending to be a thing—" At this point, Jia Zhishen finally came to his senses.

Alright, alright.

Hongchen is stuck, it is better to go back early.

In that Xuanzhen view, there has long been a mess of proportion.

Coming to Wang's house and coming to Xi's house heard that Jia Zhishen had appeared, and they were busy coming to invite him, saying that his wife was looking for him.

Where can this be answered.

Jia Zhishen walked away.

No one dared to stop him.

The busy thing in coming to Wang's house is to find Sister Feng again.

"Where has Grandpa Guo gone? I won't see you for a few days."

Sister Feng finally hurried over, blocked Jia Zhishen, and said, "There is news in the house, saying that Sister Xiangyun is dead!"

Jia Zhishen was still about to move forward, but was grabbed by Sister Feng'er and didn't let go.

"Lian'er, you

Don't scare me."

Sister Feng'er's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips, looking worried.

Jia Zhishen turned around and asked, "Sister Feng said, why did I come out to be an official?"

"Who knows!"

Sister Feng cried, "You are crazy, you don't hate Baoyu the most, you still learn from him! I guess, it's you who blame me for not treating Xiangyun well, you can change your mind in the future, you don't need to scare me like this."

Jia Zhishen didn't answer, pushed Sister Feng'er's hand away, and went forward.

Now that he has come to his senses, he has regained his true nature, and he can't bear the dream in a hurry, and he just wants to return early.

Where was Sister Feng willing to give in, she stood in front of Jia Zhishen again, grabbed the collar on his chest, and tears burst out of her eyes.

"It's because you look down on other people's good days, and you do those outrageous things by yourself, and now you have become like this...... For countless days and nights of marriage, I have a clear conscience about you, and if you are leaving today, what will you give me back?"

Because it was a husband and wife, Sister Feng'er became more and more frightened in her heart, and when she said this, she was already in tears.

"Have a clear conscience?"

Jia Zhishen took a deep look at the person in front of him.

Thinking that he was about to return, he didn't care about others, stepped forward to embrace the jade man into his arms, and sniffed the incense.

Sticking to Sister Feng'er's ear, Jia Zhishen asked in a whisper about a story back then.

"After Sister Feng and I got married, but in just one year, where did my two girls go?"

"They served me once, but they ended up with a 'whereabouts unknown', Sister Feng also has a clear conscience?"

Sister Feng couldn't speak, so she had to shake her head and bury the sobbing sound into Jia Zhishen's arms, tears pouring out.

It's just a moment of cruel warmth.

Jia Zhishen let go of his embrace and turned to leave.

Sister Feng was left behind, crying silently.

When Jia Zhishen arrived at the accommodation, he first asked someone to turn out the hairpin, and then asked the Taoist to cook a bucket of soup to bathe.

After a while, he took off his brocade robe, bathed and changed into clothes.

The 'non-sad and non-bitter' hairpin also came to Jia Zhishen's hands.

He sat cross-legged in the quiet room, burned a good incense, and looked at the eight small seals on the hairpin.

Sister Feng finally stopped her tears at this time, knocked on the door and came in, grabbed a handkerchief in front of her with both hands, and came in the door aggrieved, wanting to explain.

"Lian'er ......"

Sister Feng was about to speak, but Jia Zhishen stretched out his hand to stop her first.

"Three things to explain to Sister Feng."

"First, the world is facing changes unseen in a thousand years, since I have achieved such an official status, the evil officials and corrupt officials are still inexhaustible, and I have finally changed the political system of the imperial court for the sake of the people."

"It's just that martyrs are indispensable for changing the law in the past, and Shang Yang will not die, and the new Qin king may not be willing to inherit the government of cultivation and warfare in its entirety."

"Since the restructuring of the temple, I have more or less expected to be today."

"I live for one day, the royal family, hundreds of officials, capital, localities, and even those henchmen in the temple, all the people in the world, in fact, all want to kill me......

Speaking of this, Jia Zhishen remembered the person who killed Shi Guangzhu again in his heart.

He was sure who that person was, but now he had to let that person be happy.

As soon as he thought of this, Jia Zhishen felt that he was trapped by Hongchen, so he compromised the man.

Fortunately, it's time to go.

Jia Zhishen looked at Sister Feng'er, and then said, "There is no need to be sad, although everyone in the world wants to kill me, after I die one day, I will be sought after."

"The political system of the imperial court has been greatly changed by me, not everyone can be the emperor, but everyone can be the prime minister who occupies the imperial power. Counting the subordinates, warriors, and officials, which one should not rush to it? Since we want to inherit the new policy, we must naturally be willing to deprive our ancestors of imperial power."

"I have arranged these things properly, unlike Huo Guang and Zhang Juzheng, after I die, the Jia family will be safe."

"The second thing is Jamenli's own business. All my things are left to you, Rongguo Mansion should be taken care of by you, and Ping'er and Qingwen will have a good life

Treat it and listen less to what the old lady in the East Courtyard says."

"There are Jia Yin and Jia Di, although Jia Yin is older than a stick of incense, he can't make it, and he still looks much worse than Jia Di, but he has the style of his grandfather."

"After I die, I just have to call Jia Di Chengjue."

"As for the third thing..."

Jia Zhishen put the 'non-sad and non-bitter' Daomu hairpin in front of him, and said: "I promised my aunt to take care of Daiyu, but now it is no longer done, after I die, give this hairpin to her, so that she can be happy and worry-free for a lifetime."

"Just these three things, and nothing else, I should be dismembered today."

Jia Zhi said deeply, his hands were firm, his natural nature was vacant, and he closed his eyes and made no sound.

The green smoke of the incense burner on the side rose slightly, and the room was extremely quiet for a while.

"Lian'er?"

"Jia Lian?"

Sister Feng stepped forward, her voice trembled and she shouted, and her body trembled and pushed her.

I went to probe my nose again, and sure enough, there was no movement.

"Whew—"

Sister Feng'er had tears in her eyes, and fell into Jia Zhishen's arms, listening to the heart in her chest disappearing, and couldn't help crying.

"Who remembers talking so much?"

"You know I'm not smart......

Jia Zhishen's body was pushed, and he slammed into the ground, and a tear that should have flowed from the corner of his eye fell into Sister Feng'er's bun and was buried deeply.

Sister Feng raised her head, and the faces of the people who were close to her day and night looked at her almost with grief.

"I hate you like a stone!"

"I hate you, Zhishen is ruthless......

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