On the third day of the first month of March, the month of Kui Mao, Gengshen Day, it is suitable for marriage, travel, avoid burial, consecration, and Jiao.

The lights in the hall are dim, which is not a common situation in the Xuanzhen Temple, since the God of Wealth lived in the Xuanzhen Temple, the days up and down the Xuanzhen Temple can be described as rich and oily, and the Taoist priests eat one by one with fat heads and big ears and full of fat intestines.

A place like the Hall of the Emperor Zhenwu is a place with dozens of butter waxes as thick as a baby's arm for twelve hours, hundreds of oil lamps are enshrined in front of the incense case, and there are little Taoist children watching the oil day and night, and this kind of climate is only available in the Taoist ancestral court Longhu Mountain, even the poor billets in Wudang Mountain are not comparable!

Tonight, the brightly lit Zhenwu Hall looks a little dim, and the little Taoist boy on duty at night doesn't know where to go, and the surroundings are silent, only the incense candles slide down and fall from time to time, making a slight friction sound.

The face of the Emperor Zhenwu was swayed by the flickering lights, and there seemed to be a murderous aura hidden in his thin eyebrows and eyes, and the two generals of the turtle and snake were even more angry, raising their swords and glaring at the people standing down, and the two fire generals enshrined on both sides were also gritting their teeth and looking majestic.

Under their gaze, a figure stood straight like a green pine, dressed in a snow-white robe, two yin and yang fish behind him were entangled, and his head was still combed in a meticulous bun, he held incense high as if he was praying for something, and after a while, under the scrutinizing gaze of Emperor Zhenwu, he inserted the incense on the pure gold nulong incense burner.

After a moment of silence, the figure turned around, under the dim light, a pair of eyes flickered, and it seemed that even breathing was a little shorter, this figure was Jia Jing who should have appeared in the carriage of Ning Guofu at this time, but at this time he was in Xuanzhenguan!

Jia Jing pursed his thin lips tightly, his good-looking lips were like a sharp sword, he walked out of the hall under the "gaze" of various gods and statues, standing at the door, he raised his head and looked at the dim moon, every grass and tree in Xuanzhen Temple was as if he had just come, without a trace of change.

He stood there with his eyes closed for an unknown amount of time, so long that he could not even hear the wind, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and the light flashed, and he slowly walked down the steps, and behind him were the two couplets he had written when he had just "learned" to write:

Earthquake in the north, majestic and majestic through the sun and moon;

Finely divided into water, soaring murderous and solemn!

Jia Jing walked slowly, but he was no longer in the mood to look at the scenery, and slowly he walked to a large hall, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air, which made Jia Jing's cheeks twitch slightly.

Jia Jing took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the main hall, inside is a two-entry room, the decoration does not look like a Taoist priest's room at all, rich and gorgeous, poor and extravagant, and there is a statue of Lao Tzu riding a green ox in front of the door, which seems to be made by a famous artist.

Jia Jing looked at the portrait, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed, just because his words were still placed on both sides of the portrait:

"The founding of the sect was established, and the purple qi came to the east for 30,000 miles;

He wrote books and preached, and wrote 5,000 words to the east. ”

This was written by him in order to curry favor with Jia Jing back then, and now it seems that it is ...... The effect is good? Jia Jing smiled a little nervously, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or disgusting.

He retracted his gaze and gently bypassed the screen embroidered with Lao Tzu's West Hangu, inside was a shelf bed, and at this time an old man was lying peacefully on it, Jia Jing paused, breathing a little faster, and then took two deep breaths and walked to the bed without stopping.

He looked at the old man on the bed with complicated eyes, he slept very peacefully, too, sleeping in the nest of wealth and opening his eyes is to chant the scriptures and pray for longevity, who doesn't like it? And he seems to be enjoying it with all his heart.

Jia Jing didn't have any ill feelings towards Jia Jing when he read the Red Chamber in his previous life, but felt that he was a poor person, his wife had a difficult birth when he gave birth to Xichun, he was heartbroken and decided to become a monk, although he was a little ruthless and unreasonable because of this, but at that time Jia Jing was still embarrassed and felt that this person was a rare true temperament among ancient men, and sighed that he was an affectionate man.

Now it seems...... Hehe.

He is no different from Jia Zhen, Jia pardon, Jia Zheng, they are all the virtues of feudal men! His real purpose for becoming a monk now wants to be related to himself, first, to monitor himself, and second, he really wants to live forever......

This idiot grew up in Fugui Township since he was a child, he came to reach out for food to open his mouth, when he was young, he relied on his father Jia Daihua, and when he was old, he relied on his son Jia Zhen, and he was a player who could be admitted to the Jinshi casually, what was he dissatisfied with in his life? What's not going well? He was such a rich and intelligent man!

Yes

That is the fear of death, the death of his wife makes him afraid, he is reluctant, he is afraid that this useful day will dissipate once and for all, he is afraid of what it will look like after death......

Jia Jing looked at Jia Jing with disdain and pity when he thought of this, but can he escape from fear? No, the more you fear, the more your fear will become......

Jia Jing stretched out his hand and pinched Jia Jing's nose, Jia Jing, who was asleep, subconsciously opened his mouth to breathe, Jia Jing took out a small gourd from his waist with his other hand, and opened the stopper with one hand, which was full of red and red pills, heavy in his hand, modern primary school students would sigh when they saw it: "Full of heavy metal compounds......

Jia Jing's hand pinching Jia Jing's nose pinched Jia Jing's jaw violently, and then the other hand used a gourd to plug Jia Jing's mouth and poured it in, Jia Jing woke up suddenly, and then looked at Jia Jing in horror, Jia Jing stepped on the bed expressionlessly, and pressed his knee against Jia Jing's chest and still poured pills into Jia Jing's mouth.

Jia Jing has been exercising since he was a child, he is only seven or eight years old but he looks tall, although Jia Jing is an adult, he has been pampered for many years, and he can't wait to take two steps to be carried by someone, plus he eats more pills than he eats all day, and his strength is not greater than that of a chicken, so he naturally can't break free at all.

But perhaps the power brought by fear may also be adrenaline, feeling the master's struggle, Jia Jing actually slammed the gourd to the side and then said angrily: "You! What are you doing ......?"

Jia Jing's eyes were red and wheezing like a cow, the whole person was like a hungry wolf trapped in a trap and restless and frightened, Jia Jing was scared stupid, Jia Jing grabbed Jia Jing's hair expressionlessly, and then grabbed a handful of Jin Dan scattered on the bed and stuffed it into Jia Jing's mouth, Jia Jing struggled in fear, but Jia Jing held him down, and then expressionlessly, handful, handful......

Jia Jing didn't move......

Jia Jing gritted his teeth and got out of bed, holding his knees and panting for breath, as if he was tired, after a long time, Jia Jing stood up straight and glanced at Jia Jing behind him, Jia Jing's death was not good-looking, he drooled from a pillow, his eyes were red as if he was about to stare out, his face was blue, his lips were black, and his stomach was bulging high as if he was pregnant.

Jia Jing nodded with satisfaction, this is the standard swallowing Jindan burned and died, Jia Jing never looked at Jia Jing again, slowly out of the bedroom, and finally glanced at the painting, the painting of Lao Tzu riding on the green ox at him and smiling kindly, Jia Jing looked coldly at the makeup after a long time, his waist was once again as straight as a green pine, and he walked upright, and when he opened his eyes again, the tyranny in his eyes had long been exhausted, his face was calm, and he smiled slightly, It was as if the little Taoist boy who was ethereal and dusty once again occupied this body.

……

"Second master, Xuanzhen has arrived."

After the coachman stopped the carriage steadily, he said to the car, but there was no response in the car, and the coachman felt a little uneasy: "Second master, it's time to get there, second master!" ”

The coachman hurriedly opened the door before he could reply to the car, only to see a figure in the carriage sleeping on the wall of the carriage. ”

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief, and it was the second master Jia Jingjing of Ningguo Mansion who got out of the car!

Jia Jing seemed to have just woken up and was still dazed, and after getting out of the car, he stretched his waist and said, "I'm tired." The coachman nodded with a smile and said, "Where is the second master, the younger one is the son of the family, and serving the master is not what should be done." ”

Jia Jing nodded and said, "Are you my eldest brother?" Or ......" The coachman hurriedly smiled honestly: "The younger one is the son of the Rong Mansion, and the older generation is to drive the car for the masters, and the master does not give up, and there is a younger sister who is now working as a room for the master, and it is Tanchun and his mother." ”

Jia Jing was stunned: "Master? Second Uncle Zheng? The coachman nodded and smiled: "Exactly, it is the political master." Jia Jing's face was slightly strange, it turned out that he was Zhao Guoji, the younger brother of Aunt Zhao, who was obviously Jia Huan, Jia Tanchun's uncle, but because of his "waste", he only worked as a groom who drove cars all his life, but it was the speculative Qian Huai who married Liu Wu'er and relied on Aunt Zhao's face to make a lot of money......

This Zhao Guoji is notoriously honest and honest in words, and now let him witness that scene...... Jia Jing thought that as soon as he wanted to do it, the news came that the old lady in Xifu told him to go home, and now that the matter is done, let such an honest person testify.

How blessed I am by God!

God can't really be my own father!

Jia Jing thought of the smile on his face becoming brighter and more sincere, patted Zhao Guoji's shoulder and said, "You are a good one, if I don't like to let people wait, I will ask you from Xifu." Zhao Guoji smiled and nodded his head when he heard this.

"Someone! Help me! Help me! Dead man! ”

When Jia Jing heard this, his heart jumped and secretly said that the show had begun, but Zhao Guoji still scratched his head and looked at Jia Jing, Jia Jing frowned and strode forward and shouted: "What's wrong!" What is this morning and evening shouting! ”

The Taoist priest who ran over cried with a sad face: "Childe, Childe, go and take a look!" Dead man! Dead man! Jia Jing's brows furrowed even deeper: "What nonsense are you talking about?" What about the master? What about the night watchman? ”

The Taoist priest was speechless with a sad face, and at this time, most of the Taoist priests of Xuanzhen Temple also woke up and rushed over, only to hear a murderous exclamation in the crowd, and two Taoist priests rushed over with a bloodied little Taoist priest: "Childe! Son! Come and see. ”

When Jia Jing heard this, Zhao Guoji hesitated, he originally sent Jia Jing to the house where he should leave and was still waiting for him to return to his life, but now it seems that something big has happened to Xuanzhenguan...... He was hesitating to give a hand.