It is a great honor for me, readers, to see this book. If you haven't read the prologue, please read it first. Thank you again if there is a fish.

The pupils shrank slightly, and Yuan Zhen came out of the illusion. Temples, Taoist priests, monks, chess games, and some unheard of sights and words constitute a great mystery. And where did this delicate and transparent gem in front of us come from to evolve into such a realistic and unfamiliar scene?

"Take such an inexplicable thing, you want to come to me to cheat money? You have eaten leopard gall? Huh?"

For businessmen, small profits are always the first pursuit. Of course, it would be even more wonderful if even the cost was saved. To some extent, all businessmen, whether they are full of tricks or deceitful schemes, are essentially aimed at making this pursuit to the extreme. But the amazing thing is that it is often this kind of person who is highly sensitive to cost, and sometimes does things regardless of the cost.

"Are you going to get out by yourself, or am I going to throw you out?" Taking a pair of good-looking Danfeng eyes and looking at the little ghost who was trembling with anger in front of him, Yuan Zhen easily threw this amber-like gem into his sleeve pocket. The wind from the two fluttering cuffs seemed to be eager to sweep away the eye-catching guy in front of them. He didn't want to pay for a gem that looked so good and didn't seem to be useful.

But the merchant's intuition told Yuan Zhen that this gem was not simple. In twenty-two years, he had never seen a gem with an image inside.

"Not convinced?" Yuan Zhen casually sorted out the black gown, and pretended to carefully pat the non-existent dust on the red satin on the cuffs, "You will be convinced." This is the way of the world. ”

Despite trembling all over his body and clenching his teeth too hard, his facial muscles were like twisted wires, but Yuan Zhen still saw stubbornness in those unusually deep and bright eyes, just like he was at the beginning. Even, the face turned white from anger, the tight sword eyebrows, the straight and smooth nose bridge, the thin and delicate lips that were bitten and bloodied, the thick black hair, and the thin figure, Yuan Zhen seemed to be able to see the shadow of himself five years ago - five years ago, what a beautiful time. But now, Yuan Zhen feels that she is an old white jade porcelain, no matter how you rub it, it has turned yellow, and even in the depths of the glaze, it is beginning to blacken. "Maybe I'm black?" Won-jeong often thought.

"Oh, sorry, I got distracted. After speaking, Yuan Zhen swept this angry but helpless imp out of the door with a flick of his sleeves. Looking at the little ghost lying motionless in the muddy water, Yuan Zhen laughed, as if he wanted to squeeze out every trace of air in the alveoli.

"It's a pity. Rubbing his hand that was red on the door frame because of laughter, and pinching his fingertips, Yuan Zhen said to himself, "It's a pity that such a good clothing material." As soon as he turned around, a black sleeve flashed through the door, and the red ribbon trimmed on the cuffs of the sleeve seemed to be even redder. There was a "clang", and even the sound of the door closing was so cold and hard.

"I was asked to come by the Envoy!"

When the words squeezed in through the crack in the door, Wonzhen walked through a row of ebony shelves with a blank face, and sat down in front of an inconspicuous bookcase in the far corner. "I'm getting impatient. He couldn't help but think, "Why tease such a little ghost, after all, there are so many interesting things in the world, but they all happen to be missed by themselves." ”

"It's boring. ”

Reaching out and patting it on the bookcase three times, Yuan Zhen and the row of shelves behind him disappeared as if they had silently dissolved into a deep black. The room behind the bookshelf is the real habitat of Yuanzhen.

The black masonry was carefully embedded in the wall, not even a single brick was missing, and the ever-bright lamp overhead sprinkled silky white light that trickled down from the tops of the four black shelves in the front, back, and left. These shelves are obviously much more upscale than those ebony in the front hall, but he can't see what the material is, and Yuan Zhen himself doesn't know, he only remembers that these are left by his wife. In this way, even if they are just a pile of worthless rotten wood, he will cherish them. There was a black wok on top of the black shelf on the front, and he actually didn't remember how many delicacies his wife had fried from this pot. Other than that, this shelf is empty. The black and yellow wooden handle of the wok has been pulped, reflecting a pearl-like luster, "It's so beautiful, just like your eyes!"

Yuan Zhen stood up and picked up a rotten broom leaning against the shelf, the sound of the cold hard bluestone floor rubbing against the broom echoed back and forth in the room, but he could not find an exit, and finally all his brain drilled into Yuan Zhen's heart. He remembered very well that it was like that when his wife sprinkled and swept it.

There are only a few steps left and right, and the area is no more than Doufang, but the cleaning of such a small place makes Yuan Zhen feel a little tired. He sat on the futon and wiped his sweat, then took out a black package from the shelf on his right and slowly opened it: a yellow dirty tooth, a bottle of tumbling blood, a beautifully carved silver hairpin, and a wriggling piece of flesh. Yuan Zhen raised his hand and waved his sleeves, sprinkling a golden bright light from his fingers and attaching to these strange and terrifying looking things, then carefully wrapped it, picked up a delicate black wooden box next to him and stood up, and the whole person slowly melted under the light.

It was really good weather on a rainy day. Especially in winter, there is a non-stop drizzle. The moisture and cold air scraped across your face, like a cold tongue licking through your face with barbs like a brush, making the skin tingle slightly, and interestingly, this coldness, no matter how thick you dress, you can't avoid it.

Won-jeong felt that she liked this feeling that made others powerless to resist, such as the child a few days ago. He thinks that's the best part of life – being in control, giving and giving. Walking on this street with a red oiled paper fan, Yuan Zhen even remembers the size of every grain of sand under his feet. The towering gray-and-white temple at the end of the long street was his destination. He had never been there, not even looked up properly, or could not remember if he had ever looked up at the oppressive building.

The drizzle casts a mist over the temple, making it look even more ethereal and mysterious. As if it was because the temple attracted the surrounding light and even heat, Yuan Zhen always felt that the surroundings of the temple were especially cold. He tightened his neckline, his neck shrunk into his clothes, and stood in front of the temple guards: "Honorable Guard, I'm here to find the Soul Purifier. Oh, by the way, we made an appointment yesterday. The temple guard looked at Yuan Zhen, and his gentle smile seemed to be able to dispel all the cold: "Lord Soul Purifier, I don't guarantee that you will meet him, even the people of the temple are not easy to see." What's the matter with you?" "Oh, it's nothing, just something strange for him to appreciate. You know, if these things are appraised by adults, they will be worth a lot of money!" Something, take it out and take a look. Yuan Zhen shook his sleeve and took out a delicate black wooden box and handed it over quietly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with it. The guard opened the box and looked at it, and said to him gently, "It's good, I'll pass it on to the master." Come back tomorrow. ”

Yuan Zhen saluted respectfully, turned around and disappeared into the drizzle.

It's so cold, but it's a pity that no matter how fast you go, it's cold, and it's still there.

It's terrible to have a rainy day, especially in the winter, when it's a drizzle of fine ice and ice in between. The gray-white rain that connects the heavens and the earth is like the sticky glue on the sticky fly paper that has been torn apart, sticking people and unable to move. When Won-jeong saw the shrunken grocery store shopkeeper, the poor old man shivered behind a shabby sandalwood counter with only a thin cotton jacket hanging from his body. Yuan Zhen casually rummaged through the worthless rags on the counter, and casually said to the shopkeeper in the back: "Tengba, you go and help me kill someone." Tengba wiped his snot with his dirty sleeve, and said tremblingly: "Who wants to die in this cold weather?" Yuan Zhen did not answer him, dropped a bag of gold coins, and took a copper cup with his hand.

"That's worth three gold coins! No, five. ”

The red oiled paper fan cut through the rain curtain, like an intractable wound between the gray sky and the earth. Won-jeong roams the long street unscrupulously, and the longer people live here, the more they will be able to find that Won-jeong is becoming more and more weird. From the white clothes fluttering and warm as jade, to the red and black cold and hard, this change has begun since Yuan Zhen's wife died naked and inexplicably outside the temple ten years ago.

"Won-jeong was originally a promising child. It's a pity. ”

You should feel sorry for it, because some people are going to die. Some have hearts harder than the stones under my feet, and colder than the rain of this winter. These people deserve to die. It's good to be dead. If you don't save yourself when you die, you have to stand by, someone has to pay the price, otherwise how can this world be fair?

"Shut up, Mr. Yuan is a very good man! Have you ever seen a big businessman with a conscience more than him?"

Good guys? useless. Big businessmen? It sounds like a good thing to be strong on the outside. Everything in the world, from the gods to the dust, can be priced, including your life and soul. But the one who has the pricing power can control everything, otherwise the most successful big businessman is just walking pork. This is the way of the world, the pricing power is in the hands of a group of scum, if you don't become a scum, you will only become a shaved and skinned skin hanging upside down on the hook, red and fat pork!

"In this kind of weather, it's best to have a pot of braised dog meat!" Yuan Zhen's inexplicable words made the middle-aged woman next to her, who was wearing a sky blue long dress, soaking wet, and shivering with cold, trembling with fear, but she clung to Yuan Zhen's sleeves tightly, and her knuckles were so white that she seemed to be able to see the trembling bones inside. "I'm sorry Mr. Yuan, I didn't say that I deliberately rushed into you, but my kid went to look for you in the morning under the guidance of the Lord, and he hasn't come back yet, so I'm really a little relieved. ”

"Do you know how many families the envoy has taught in total? It's three hundred and sixty-seven! I go to one every day, and there are always two that don't get there all year round. The woman didn't speak, but she grabbed it tighter, her knuckles whiter, and she trembled harder, but her eyes were calmer when she looked at Yuan Zhen. The rain around Yuan Zhen was even more dense, reflecting the silver light, and slid silently over the woman's body. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and when she closed her eyes and opened her eyes, Yuan Zhen swept the woman into the eaves of the street with a flick of her sleeves, "You stained my clothes." ”

"Is he still alive?" the woman could no longer move, not even blinking. She felt that every muscle in her body was pierced and bound by a thin silk thread, so she simply used all her strength to shout, but she could only watch Yuan Zhen slowly disappear, leaving only a blurry pool of blood red in the rain. "You will be punished!" she cursed with the strength she had left, but it was no different from muttering to herself.

So many people all over the world are living with you, but no one knows you and understands you, how lonely and painful is this? This is the most vicious curse, this is the most painful torture.

When Yuan Zhen squeezed out of the rain curtain and stepped on the bluestone steps under his eaves, he was shocked back into the rain in a posture that he was extremely unfamiliar with.