Three years ago, the nephew of the second aunt's family next door to my house fell into an evil spirit, and no matter how many monks and Taoists couldn't control it, they almost killed someone.

"Ouch, you can't talk nonsense! Back then, there was a great drought in Baozhou for three years. How many officials and masters were helpless, and in the end, it was the Son of God who prayed for rain himself, and then it rained, and I don't know how many lives were saved!"

Wait, wait.

Such things that only the owner of the clay fetal statue enshrined in the temple and Taoist temple can do, and any person in Baozhou City can be said to have three days and three nights. In the minds of the people of Baozhou, this god son from the Jiang family has long been a heaven-like existence, and as long as there is a place for him, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

Not only that, but this god son is even more dignified, the jade tree is in the wind, and he has three points of immortal energy. Let's just talk about his face, the face is like a crown of jade, the water moon Guanyin, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the description is romantic. If any girl was to be looked at by him too much, she would have fainted screaming. It's just that this god son is over eighteen years old, and the matchmaker who came to propose marriage almost broke the threshold of the Jiang family, but Master Jiang always frowned and excused himself, "Don't worry, the child is young, and the marriage matter can wait a little longer." ”

Don't look at what this old man Jiang said nicely, but his frowning brows have betrayed the truest thoughts in his heart. It's not that Jiang Shao doesn't want to hold his grandson earlier, but this god son who is praised by the mouth has a different temperament, even if he is a father, he can't be swayed, he can only let it go.

"Ahem, Yongge, it's me, Dad, open the door!"

Finally sent away those matchmakers, Jiang Shao cheered up again, barely squeezed out a few smiles on his face, and knocked on the door of the study.

At this moment, it is evening, a few wisps of sunset through the turquoise tulle with Xiangfei bamboo patterns lazily reflected in, casting a faint shadow on the wide Huanghuali bookcase, at a glance, but see a bit of extraordinary feelings.

Jiang Yong, who has been called the "Son of God" since he was born, was holding an ancient book that he had finally asked for from his master, and when he heard his father's voice, he slowly turned around and looked at the door.

"The door is open, Daddy, please come in!"

His voice was deep and cold, as if standing outside the door was a stranger who had nothing to do with him, not his father, who was connected to him by blood and who had carefully raised him for eighteen years.

Jiang Shao has long been accustomed to his son's "coldness". He pushed open the door and walked in with his hands behind his back. Jiang Yongge stood up respectfully, bowed deeply, and still said in an indifferent voice, "I don't know if my father is here, what do you want to tell your son?"

Jiang Shao coughed awkwardly, thinking in his heart how to lead the topic to his marriage. It's just that I tried many ways in the past, but I was either "euphemistically" rejected by my son, or I was blocked by his words to block the retreat tightly.

"If my father wants to bring up the old matter again and talk about my marriage, it is better not to be respectful. The son is willing to accept the knees of his parents, in order to fulfill his filial piety, and does not want to get married early, and he is too busy to take care of himself. Jiang Yongge's eyes are as clear as a stream flowing in the deep mountains for thousands of years, but he has a unique magical power, as if he can see through the minds of others at a glance, making people have nothing to escape, even his biological father is no exception.

Before he could speak, he had already lost the first battle. Somehow, instead of feeling the usual frustration, Jiang Shao exhaled a long breath and said in a slightly relaxed tone, "You are right, filial piety comes first, and you are still young, so you can let the marriage go again." ”

These words were originally prevaricated by those matchmakers, but they said so much that even Jiang Shao himself believed it. As soon as the conversation changed, Jiang Shao became serious, "Just now, your master sent someone to deliver a letter, so that you have free time to go to Xuanyuan Temple, as if there is something to discuss with you." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yongge put down the ancient book in his hand. The "master" Jiang Shao mentioned is the Taoist who saved the lives of his mother and son on the day Jiang Yongge was born. This person's name is Taixu, who is the master of Xuanyuan Guanguan, who has practiced since childhood, and the Tao is exquisite.

On that day, it was he who observed the sky, noticed the abnormality, and rushed to Jiang's house with all his brothers and sisters to ensure that Jiang Yongge was born safely. Jiang Shao was grateful, and was willing to be rewarded with half of the Jiang family's wealth, but Taixu did not put those yellow and white things in his eyes, and only made one request, that is, to accept Jiang Yongge as a disciple. Jiang Shao agreed, in the past eighteen years, Jiang Yongge has followed Taixu to learn the subset of scriptures and history, practice immortal Taoism, is the first proud disciple of Taixu, and is the pride of the entire Xuanyuan Temple, the two are like father and son, I can't say, Jiang Yongge and Taixu are much closer than Jiang Shao.

"At this hour, Master summons, there must be something important to discuss. Daddy, I'm going to take a trip. Jiang Yongge hurriedly walked out with his personal servant Shuangquan, and the anxious Jiang Shao shouted behind him, "Don't worry, it's not too late for people to prepare a carriage and go again." Come on, hurry, prepare a car for the young master!"

Although the Jiang family is a wealthy businessman, it is not as wanton as the nouveau riche. The carriages of the Jiang family were all made of cyan, and only two yarn lanterns embroidered with plum blossoms were hung in front of the carriage as marks. Acting like this was originally very low-key, but those girls who were interested in the "Son of God" had long remembered that pair of yarn lamps. Every time the carriage of the Jiang family appears, it will always be surrounded by water. So much so that Jiang Yongge was reluctant to travel in his own carriage, he instructed Shuangquan to prepare an ordinary carriage, and after getting on the carriage from the side door, he went all the way to Xuanyuan Temple.

At the foot of Qingshi Mountain, the gate of Xuanyuan Temple is closed, leaving only a small door to enter and exit. This is unprecedented, even Shuangquan looked at it and wondered, "Childe, why did Daoist Taixu close the door, could it be that something happened in the temple?" Jiang Yongge didn't make a sound, but secretly used three points of spiritual power to put it on the snow-white high-headed horse. The body shook violently, and the speed was more than two or three times faster than before, and he arrived in front of the gate of Xuanyuan Temple in an instant.

"Childe ......" Shuangquan jumped out of the carriage and was about to reach out to help Jiang Yongge, when there was a flower in front of him, the carriage was already empty, and there was no trace of Jiang Yongge, and there was no trace of footprints on the dusty ground. Shuangquan couldn't help but sigh, and said secretly in his heart, "Childe will only be so concerned about the affairs of the Taoist, no wonder the master often complains behind his back, speaking of which, the master is your father, and you have to take care of his face somewhat!"