The third day of March is Kuimao month and Gengshen day. It is suitable for marriage and traveling, but it is taboo for burial, consecration and fasting.
The lights in the main hall are dim. This is not a common situation in Xuanzhen Temple. Ever since the God of Wealth moved into Xuanzhen Temple, the life of the people in Xuanzhen Temple can be described as extremely rich. The Taoist priests all ate
His fat head, big ears and brain are full of fat intestines.
In places like the Zhenwu Emperor's Hall, there are dozens of tall sticks of butter wax as thick as a baby's arm. Hundreds of oil lamps are enshrined in front of the incense table. Day and night, little Taoist boys watch and add oil.
The climate is only as good as Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism, but not even the poor guys in Wudang Mountain can compare with it!
Tonight, the brightly lit Zhenwu Hall seemed a bit dim. The little Taoist boy on duty had disappeared somewhere. There was silence all around. Only the incense candles slid down from time to time, making a slight friction sound.
Emperor Zhenwu's face was swayed by the flickering lights, and his thin eyebrows and eyes seemed to hide a murderous aura. The two generals Dragon and Snake were even more angry, holding their swords high and glaring at the people standing next to them.
The fire generals on both sides were also gritting their teeth and showing their majesty.
Under their gaze, a figure stood as straight as a green pine. He was dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe and had two yin and yang fish entangled behind him. His head was still in a meticulous Taoist bun. He held the incense high and seemed to be praying for something.
, a moment later, under the scrutinizing gaze of Emperor Zhenwu, he inserted the incense on the pure gold new dragon 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 his breathing was a little faster. This figure was Jia Jing who should have appeared on the carriage of Ningguo Mansion at this time.
At that time, he was in Xuanzhen Temple!
Jia Jing pursed her thin lips tightly, her beautiful lips were like a sharp sword. He walked out of the hall unhurriedly under the "watching" of various statues. Standing at the door, he raised his head and looked at the dim
The moon, every plant and tree in Xuanzhen Temple are just like when he first arrived, without any change.
He stood there with his eyes closed for an unknown amount of time. It was so long that he couldn't even hear the sound of the wind. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes flashed. He slowly walked down the steps. Behind him, he just "learned"
Two couplets written while writing:
The earthquake in the north, the majestic wind blows through the sun and moon;
The essence of water is distinguished, and the murderous aura reigns supreme!
Jia Jing walked slowly, but was no longer in the mood to look at the scenery. Slowly, he walked to a large hall. There seemed to be a faint smell of blood floating 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 was a two-entry room. The decoration was not like a Taoist priest's room at all. It was rich, luxurious, and extravagant. Facing the door, there was a pair of paintings of Lao Tzu riding a young man hanging on the wall.
The cow statue seems to have been made by a famous artist.
Jia Jing looked at the portrait, and for a long time he suddenly laughed, because the words on both sides of the portrait were still his:
"When a religion is established and a sect is established, the purple energy comes thirty thousand miles from the east;
He wrote books and preached the gospel, and wrote five thousand words to travel across Guandong."
He wrote this in order to please Jia Jing, but now it seems that... the effect is good? Jia Jing smiled nervously, whether it was self-deprecation or disgust.
He withdrew his gaze and gently walked around the screen embroidered with the embroidery of Lao Tzu heading west to Hangu. Inside was a canopy bed. At this time, an old man was lying peacefully on it. Jia Jing paused and breathed a little faster. Then
He took two deep breaths and walked to the bed without stopping.
He looked at the old man on the bed with complicated eyes. He was sleeping very peacefully. Who wouldn't like sleeping in a wealthy nest and praying for immortality when he opened his eyes and recited sutras? And he seemed to be enjoying this with peace of mind.
Jia Jing had no ill feelings toward Jia Jing when she was studying in the Red Mansion in her previous life. Instead, she felt that he was a pitiful person. When his wife gave birth to Xichun, she had a difficult delivery. He was heartbroken and decided to become a monk. Although it was ruthless and unreasonable to blame Xichun for this, Jia Jing was still sighing and felt that this was the case.
He actually has a true temperament that is rare among ancient men, and he is also a deeply affectionate man.
Now it seems... haha.
He is no different from Jia Zhen, Jia She Jia Zheng, both have the virtues of a feudal man! His real purpose of becoming a monk now seems to be related to himself, firstly, to monitor himself, and secondly, he really wants to live forever...
This idiot grew up in Fugui Township since he was a child. He had clothes to put on, food to eat, and mouth to open. When he was young, he relied on his father Jia Dai, and when he was old, he relied on his son Jia Zhen. He is also a player who can easily pass the Jinshi.
What else can you be dissatisfied with in your life? What else can’t go well with you? He is such a rich and smart person!
have
That is the fear of death. The death of his wife frightens him and makes him reluctant to part with him. He is afraid that these days of usefulness will disappear. He is afraid of what will happen after death...
Thinking of this, Jia Jing looked at Jia Jing with disdain and pity, but can you escape from fear? No, the more you are afraid, the more likely it is that what you fear will come...
Jia Jing stretched out her hand and pinched Jia Jing's nose. Jia Jing, who was sleeping, subconsciously opened her mouth to breathe. Jia Jing took out a small gourd from her waist with her other hand and opened the stopper with one hand. It was full of
They are all bright red elixirs that are heavy in their hands. Modern primary school students will sigh when they see them: "They are full of heavy metal compounds..."
Jia Jing's hand that pinched Jia Jing's nose suddenly pinched Jia Jing's chin, and then used the other hand to plug Jia Jing's mouth with a gourd and poured water in. Jia Jing suddenly woke up, and then looked at Jia Jing in horror.
He climbed onto the bed with an expressionless face, put his knee on Jia Jing's chest and still poured the elixir into Jia Jing's mouth.
Jia Jing has been exercising since she was a child. She is only seven or eight years old, but she looks tall. Although Jia Jing is an adult, she has been pampered for many years and wants to be carried even if she takes two steps. In addition, she takes more pills all day long than she does.
There is more rice and no more strength than a chicken, so naturally it is impossible to break free.
But perhaps it was the power brought by fear or adrenaline that made him feel his master's struggle. Jia Jing suddenly knocked the gourd aside and said angrily: "You! What are you doing..."
Jia Jing's eyes were red and she was panting like an ox. Her whole body was like an anxious and frightened hungry wolf trapped in a trap. Jia Jing was scared to death. Jia Jing said nothing and expressionlessly grabbed Jia Jing's hair and then grabbed it.
She stuffed the golden elixirs scattered on the bed into Jia Jing's mouth. Jia Jing struggled in fear, but Jia Jing held him down tightly, and then gave him a handful, a handful, a handful with an expressionless face...
Jia Jing was silent...
Jia Jing gritted her teeth and got out of bed, holding her knees up to breathe. She seemed exhausted. After a long time, Jia Jing stood up straight and glanced at Jia Jing behind her. Jia Jing's death state was not pretty.
There was a pillow of saliva in his mouth, his eyes were red as if they were about to pop out, his face was blue and purple, his lips were black, and his belly was bulging as if he was pregnant.
Jia Jing nodded with satisfaction. This was the standard appearance of dying of burning and swelling after swallowing the golden elixir. Jia Jing never looked at Jia Jing again and slowly walked out of the bedroom. She took one last look at the painting. I was on the painting.
Riding on the green bull and smiling kindly at him, Jia Jing watched coldly for a long time before finishing her makeup. Her waist was once again as straight as a green pine, she bowed uprightly, and then opened her arms.
When he looked up, the violence in his eyes had long been gone, and his face was calm, with a slight smile, as if that elegant little Taoist boy had once again taken over this body.
…
"Second Master, Xuanzhen has noticed."
The coachman stopped the carriage and said to the car, but there was no reply from the car. The coachman felt a little uneasy: "Second Master, we are here, Second Master!"
The coachman hurriedly opened the door after hearing no reply from the carriage. He saw a figure in the carriage sleeping soundly against the wall of the carriage. Hearing this, he opened the cloak covering his face and said sleepily: "Are we here?"
The coachman breathed a sigh of relief. The person who got off the bus was none other than the Second Master Jia Jingjing of Ningguo Mansion!
Jia Jing seemed to have just woken up and was still at a loss. After getting off the car, she stretched her body and said, "I'm tired." The driver smiled hurriedly, nodded and bowed, "What are you talking about, second master? The younger one is the son of the family, and it's not enough to serve the master."
Not everything should be done.”
Jia Jing nodded and said: "Are you my eldest brother's? Or..." The coachman hurriedly smiled honestly and said: "The younger one is born in a family in Rongfu. The older generation drives coaches for the masters. The masters will not give up.
This younger sister is now working as a housekeeper for the master, and she is Tanchun's mother."
Jia Jing was stunned: "Master? Second Uncle Zheng?" The coachman nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, it's Master Zheng." Jia Jing looked slightly strange, it turned out that he was Zhao Guoji, that one was obviously Jia Huan and Jia Tanchun.
Aunt Zhao's biological uncle's younger brother only worked as a coachman for the rest of his life because of being a "coward". On the contrary, Qian Huai, the opportunist, forcibly married Liu Wu'er and relied on Aunt Zhao's face to become an accountant and make a lot of money.
money……
This Zhao Guoji is famous for being honest and honest, and now he is allowed to witness that scene... Jia Jing thought that just when she was about to take action, the news came that the old lady of Xifu asked her to go back to her house. Now that the matter was done, let such a person
Honest men bear witness.
How favored God is to me!
God, can't he really be my biological father?
Thinking of this, the smile on Jia Jing's face became brighter and more sincere. She patted Zhao Guoji on the shoulder and said, "You are a good person. If I didn't like being served by others, I would have sent you from the West Mansion." Upon hearing this, Zhao Guoji smiled innocently and nodded in thanks.
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"Someone come! Help! Help! Someone is dead!"
When Jia Jing heard this, her heart skipped a beat and she secretly thought that the show was about to begin. However, Zhao Guoji still scratched his head naively and looked at Jia Jing. Jia Jing frowned and stepped forward and shouted: "What's going on! This morning and evening, I'm shouting little
what is it call!"
The Taoist priest who ran over said with a mournful face: "Sir, please go and take a look! Dead people! Dead people!" Jia Jing frowned deeper: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where is the master? Where is the Taoist priest who watches the night?"
The Taoist priest was crying and speechless. At this time, most of the Taoist priests from Xuanzhen Temple woke up and rushed over. They heard a scream from the crowd, and two Taoist priests rushed over carrying a little Taoist priest who was covered in blood.
: "Master! Master! Come and see."
When Jia Jing heard the words, he stepped forward. Zhao Guoji was a little hesitant. He originally sent Jia Jing to the house where he was supposed to leave and was still waiting for his return, but now it seemed that something big had happened to Xuanzhen Temple... He was hesitating whether to go with him or not.