Jia Huan imagined the next development, and felt that it should be boring.

He has seen too many such developments.

However, the development was not what he expected.

I saw one of the beautiful women spread a white silk scarf on the table, on which were written three or four lines of cursive script. That handwriting is like the handwriting of some magician. It is what many literati want to have.

However, the scholar was indifferent to this and continued to study the book.

Another beautiful woman got up and put a silver ingot on the table, about three or four taels.

The scholar made a move, and quickly picked up the silver and put it in his sleeve.

The two beauties were so disappointed by his reaction that they dropped the phrase "vulgar is unbearable" and left.

The scholar hurriedly touched his sleeve with his hand, and the silver disappeared.

Jia Huan couldn't help but laugh.

This scholar is so interesting.

Others will think that this scholar who doesn't like women, doesn't like calligraphy, and only greeds for gold and silver looks poor and sour, but Jia Huan thinks that this scholar is very real.

The family is so poor, who would think about beautiful women and calligraphy that can't be exchanged for money?

If a beautiful woman appears, the scholar is seduced, it is a hungry ghost in color.

Jia Huan's laughter alarmed the two beauties and the scholar.

The two beauties looked at Jia Huan in disbelief.

Jia Huan smiled at them, revealing a hint of breath.

The two beauties were so frightened that they fled away in an instant.

The scholar walked out of the house and saw Jia Huan's snack stall, and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his stomach.

My stomach was empty, and I was already hungry.

The scholar then asked, "Boss, what is there to eat?"

Jia Huan: "There is millet porridge, can you eat it?"

Scholar: "How much is a bowl?"

Jia Huan: "Two pennies for a bowl, a small plate of pickles."

Scholar: "Then give me a bowl."

Jia Huan served the scholar a bowl of porridge and a small dish, and after the scholar finished eating the porridge, he was about to go back to his hut to continue to read the book, when Jia Huan spoke.

"Guest, if you are tired from studying, you can go for a walk in the mountains. There is a big banyan tree on the west side of the mountainside, and there are things you need buried underneath."

Scholar: "??"

The smart scholar immediately understood that Jia Huan was not an ordinary person, and this was to give himself guidance.

He reflexively gave Jia Huan a big gift of thanks, and then returned to the hut.

The next day, thinking about Jia Huan's words, the scholar took a hoe and went to the west halfway up the mountain.

Sure enough, there was a big banyan tree there.

The scholar dug under the tree, and after a while, he dug out a small mound.

Open the small wall, and ten silver ingots roll out of it.

Each one has five taels.

The scholar was pleasantly surprised, with so much money, it was enough to go to Fucheng to participate in the township examination.

If he passes the township examination, the remaining money will allow him to enter Beijing to participate in the examination.

The scholar returned home with the money, and then participated in the township examination, all of which were on the list.

After becoming a jinshi, he entered the household department as an official, and later became the household secretary, in charge of the world's money.

Jia Huan looked up at the temple in front of him.

The temple looks very dilapidated, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and there is no popularity.

There is only one old monk sitting in the main hall and participating in meditation.

Jia Huan walked into the temple and greeted the old monk.

Jia Huan said that he was a passerby, it was getting late, and he wanted to rest in the temple for a night.

The old monk responded and took Jia Huan to the guest house.

The guest house is shabby, but it is also clean.

Jia Huan thanked the old monk, lay down in his clothes, and the night passed.

This night, Jia Huan did not take out the snack cart to do business.

The old monk was not his guest.

The next day, Jia Huan took out two meat buns from the space to settle his breakfast.

The old monk was already meditating in the main hall

I don't know how he solved breakfast.

Perhaps, he didn't have to eat breakfast at all?

Jia Huan's gaze swept across the main hall, taking in the scene inside.

The main hall is dedicated to the statue of Zhigong in the shape of a bird's claw, and the walls on both sides are painted with intricate murals on which the figures are lifelike.

On the east wall are painted many goddesses with scattered flowers, and each woman is painted like a real person, and it is extremely beautiful.

Jia Huan immediately understood what he had encountered.

He hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at a celestial girl smiling at him in the mural, his eyes seemed to contain infinite affection for himself.

Jia Huan turned his head, not showing any interest in the so-called fairyland.

I'm not interested in things that are obviously Ah Piao and claim to be fairies.。

At this time, two scholars walked into the temple with their respective scholars.

The old monk got up and received two scholars.

Jia Huan sat in the corner of the main hall, waiting to watch the excitement.

By the way, he sent a message to Yan Jun of the underworld, saying about the painting of the wall here.

Yan Jun received the news that he would immediately send the local city god to the temple to solve the painting wall.

Two scholars introduced themselves, one was called Meng Longtan, and the other was surnamed Zhu, called Zhu Xiaolian.

Both of them are rushing to take the exam, and they have just finished the exam and are going out to relax.

The old monk took the two of them on a tour of the temple, and after a while, both of them were attracted by the murals in the main hall.

Jia Huan's divine sense clearly saw that the souls of Meng Longtan and Zhu Xiaolian were hooked into the mural.

Jia Huan's divine consciousness followed into the mural.

The existence in the mural could not detect Jia Huan's divine consciousness at all.

Jia Huan watched Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan develop feelings with those celestial maidens in the murals, and even developed a love triangle and even polyamorous.

In the end, the so-called "Golden Armor God" was alarmed.

The "Golden Armor God" pursued and killed Meng Longtan and Zhu Xiaolian.

Those celestial maidens helped the two of them fight against the "Golden Armor God" together.

The "Golden Armor God" was defeated by their concerted efforts, leading to the main boss of the mural, an existence who called himself the "Queen Mother".

Jia Huan: "......"

This means that the immortals in the heavenly court have already left this world, otherwise, this self-proclaimed -

If the Queen Mother knows, she will definitely let the soul of the "Queen Mother" in this mural fly away.

Jia Huan retracted his consciousness and looked at the old monk, "Aren't you going to make a move?"

The old monk looked at Jia Huan in surprise and recited the Buddha's name: "The old man is clumsy, and he didn't see the master's visit."

Jia Huan chuckled, "I'm not a master, just a peddler."

Old Monk: "??"

The old monk thought that Jia Huan was joking with him, so he recited the Buddha's name again, and said, "This son, do you want to accept the old man and all the existences in this wall?"

Jia Huan: "You also know that you are not human."

The old monk only recites the Buddha's name.

Jia Huan: "It's not my job, the presence in charge of your affairs is coming."

Old Monk: "??"

Jia Huan: "The underworld has been reorganized, and no ghost can escape the containment and management of the underworld."

The old monk was surprised: "That's it! That's a good thing, too. The Queen Mother and I should have gone to report to the underworld a long time ago. Only the women in the mural are pitiful, and I hope they won't be punished too much!"

Jia Huan: "The prefecture has its own rules and regulations."