One afternoon later, the train arrived in Nanjing after being delayed for more than half an hour.
In the sleeper car, Xiang Que carried his canvas bag and followed the bustling crowd outside, followed by Zhao Jiahui, the traitor and Qingxuzi.
From last night to now, no one of the three people on the train spoke anymore. The traitor who drank more than half a bottle of Laobaigan and gnawed a roast chicken seemed to have drunk too much. His face was pale and he was depressed.
After a hexagram, he went to the upper bunk and fell asleep with his head covered. He slept until noon the next day before getting up from the bed. Zhao Jiahui, a Taoist priest, spent most of the time meditating, very focused, and happy to be lacking.
Sleep peacefully and soundly.
After leaving the station, Xiang Que ran towards the taxi with his bag on his back and his hands in his pockets.
"Donor, what are you looking at?" Zhao Jiahui noticed that the traitor with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was staring at Xiang Que's back with very focused eyes.
The traitor touched his nose and said with a smile: "Very good little brother."
Zhao Jiahui put one hand on his chest and said: "Buddha Amitayus, we are destined to meet each other. Donor, let's say goodbye for now."
The traitor made a sound of disapproval, and after thinking for a while, he asked: "Then we are so destined, if I want to find you again, how can I find you?"
"I will go to Tianhou Palace and stay there for a while. You can go there to find me. The channel name is Qingxuzi."
"Ah, if you say that, then I really went there," the traitor said, squinting his eyes.
"Welcome, welcome." Zhao Jiahui nodded repeatedly, then said goodbye to the traitor and walked towards the bus stop alone.
"Huh..." The traitor wiped the sweat from his head, and looked around to see Xiang Que who had already gotten into the taxi: "It's really fun to fight against the sky. It's just a trick of the sky.
It almost ruined my three-year career..."
After closing the car door with a bang, Xiang Que suddenly felt like a light behind him. He looked back outside the car but only saw a crowd of people coming out of the station. He couldn't find where that feeling came from.
"Young man, where are you going?" the taxi driver asked.
Xiang Que frowned and said: "Zhongshan Mausoleum"
The train is a small world with all kinds of creatures. In this place, you may meet people you never thought of.
Xiang Que never imagined that on a whim, he would choose to take a train from Chengdu back to Nanjing, and he would meet someone who could see through his physiognomy and numerology. Until now, Xiang Que has always believed that he was deceived.
It was impossible for anyone to figure it out for him, so the seemingly nonsense talk about being a traitor did not enter his mind at all.
Similarly, the traitor who met Xiang Que on the train did not expect that this time when he went out, he would encounter a fortune teller who was deceived by heaven's secrets, and who had also changed his fate against the will of God.
After meeting and getting along with each other for more than a day, two strangers, one smiled and thought it was just a piece of fun, while the other was incomparably shocked for a whole day and night.
Then, the two went their separate ways, not knowing whether they would be destined to meet again?
We arrived at the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum more than an hour later.
Xiang Que and Zhang Huaiqing met again, an old man and a young man sat across from each other, and the topic was nothing more than the reincarnation of Cao Qingdao.
"Qi'an has always been with that little guy. I have been there twice during this period. He is growing well." Zhang Huaiqing lay on his back on a wicker chair and said unsteadily: "I came into this world with the destiny of heaven. I am really blessed."
The source is profound. I heard from Qi'an that the Tang family's life has been prosperous during this period. Officials have been promoted to a higher level, and the Tang family's business has also increased rapidly. This family has borrowed a lot of money from him."
Cao Qingdao was blessed with heavenly luck. Not only did he have excellent luck, it also brought blessings to the Tang family where he lived. To put it bluntly, if one person attained the Tao, chickens and dogs would ascend to heaven, there would be many benefits.
Similarly, if Cao Qingdao can enter the master's sect and perform the formal apprenticeship ceremony, he will naturally bring his own luck, and as the time of practicing in the master's sect increases, this blessing will become more and more
The more prosperous.
The Zhongjing Mansion and the Confucius Family tried their best to introduce Cao Qingdao into their family, naturally because of his luck. It can be said that whoever can take him into their family will make the saint's family more prosperous.
This is a piece of delicious food that all jackals, tigers and leopards want to eat.
Xiang Que sighed quietly and said: "Originally, if the Kong family hadn't interfered like this, this child would have definitely entered your Zhongjing family. It's a pity that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway.
It’s a tricky thing.”
Zhang Huaiqing said calmly: "Good things come in hard times. It's a good mentality that everyone in the world wants to reach the sky in one step. But unfortunately, the reality is too cruel. It's destined to happen. I can still be tolerant of it."
"You have such a good attitude," Xiang Que said, handing over his hand.
"At this age, what can I not see through a hundred years of life?" Zhang Huaiqing suddenly glanced at Xiang Que again, frowned slightly and said, "I think you don't look very good?"
Xiang Que hummed and said, "I had a fight with Kong Deru and Kong Dejing years ago, and I suffered a heavy blow from them. I have only recently recovered slowly."
"They may not have it better than you, right?"
Xiang Que smiled: "It hurts more than me."
Zhang Huaiqing stood up from the chair, returned to the room, took a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled a few lines, handed it to him and said: "This is a breathing method in our Zhongjing mansion. Although it is not
It will allow you to increase your cultivation, but if you practice for a long time, it will allow you to stabilize your own energy and spirit. It can be regarded as an auxiliary method. You should still have some of the pills that Qi'an's master gave you last time.
The effect will be better if you practice it with eating.”
Xiang Que reached out to take it and said, "I haven't finished what I promised you, so it's not good to accept such a valuable thing again."
Zhang Huaiqing looked at him and said: "Just do your best, we can see it."
"Thank you then." Xiang Que put it away and said his sincere thanks, then sighed and said, "Old man, the child will be one month old in two days, and it's time for the people from the Kong family to come and cause trouble again."
"When the soldiers come, they will block the water and the earth will cover them up. If it rains, my mother will get married. What is supposed to come will eventually come. What's the use of being afraid?"
Xiang Que said: "But it's not a problem to be disturbed by them all the time, right?"
Zhang Huaiqing's face darkened and he remained silent.
After Xiang Que took out a cigarette and lit it, he said calmly: "The most annoying thing about the stick that stirs shit is that the shit may not stink less after a long time, but if it is stirred with a stick, the smell will be stronger.
I think there is only one best way to solve the problem. If there is no way to break the stick, then the only way is to make it unable to stir up shit."
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