The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

In the original novel of the Red Chamber, there are two key figures who outline the outline: one is a monk and the other is a monk.

That is to say, the headless monk and the lame Taoist.

They appeared in the form of immortals in Chapter 1, and then turned into the monk and the lame Taoist, which appeared many times in the original book.

For example, Zhen Shiyin, the father of Duhua Xiangling, became a monk, Lin Daiyu wanted to teach her to become a monk when she was young, and Xue Baochai gave her the formula of Lengxiang Wan when he had a fever attack, etc.

This monk, like a god, keeps appearing in the Red Chamber Book.

Jia Jue originally thought that they were just tools used by Cao Gong to connect the whole book, but he did not expect that this lame Taoist really appeared in front of him at this time.

However, whether this lame Taoist is the one in the original book remains to be seen.

Seeing Jia Jue looking at him, the crippled Taoist didn't show any fear, but turned his head towards Jia Jue and said:
"Buddha of Immeasurable Life, I am tired and exhausted from the poor road. I wonder if I can go to the son's mansion to ask for a bowl of water and rest for a while."

The gatekeeper of Jia's mansion heard the words and wanted to drive away the lame Taoist, but Jia Jue stopped him, and smiled at the lame Taoist:

"Why do you have to be polite, Taoist priest, please!"

"In that case, thank you, young master." The lame Taoist was not pretentious, and after slightly nodding to Jia Jue, he went straight into Jia's mansion.

"My lord, be careful, this Taoist is not simple. When I watch his movements, I think he has martial arts." At this time, Zhou Qin, who was on duty, approached him and reminded him in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'll save it." Jia Jue nodded, quickly followed the limping Taoist, and brought him to the living room.

After guiding him to sit down, Jia Jue called the maid and brought him tea and pastries.

"Excellent Yuqian Longjing, Jiangnan cakes made by skillful hands, good stuff!" The lame Taoist nodded while drinking tea and tasting cakes.

Jia Jue smiled lightly: "The Taoist priest likes it, so eat more."

belch!
After a while, the lame Taoist burped and let out a long sigh of relief after eating and drinking.

"Is there anything else the Taoist priest needs?" Jia Jue asked again.

The lame Taoist shook his head: "No need, I just need to take another nap."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the chair and dozed off. After a while, he really snored like thunder.

Looking at the sleeping lame Taoist, Jia Jue remained calm and just sat there quietly, waiting for him to wake up.

This time, it was a full hour of waiting.

"Hmm!" The lame Taoist stretched his waist and said to himself, "I've had enough food, drink and sleep, the poor Taoist should be on the road now!"

But when he turned his head and saw Jia Jue, he asked in astonishment:
"Young master, why are you still here?"

Jia Jue smiled: "I'm a guest at the door, how can I abandon the guest and leave alone?"

The lame Taoist looked at Jia Jue, and suddenly smiled and said, "Everyone knows that the young master is a gentleman as gentle as jade. Seeing him now, it is true what he said."

"The Taoist priest is absurd, I'm just treating people with sincerity." Jia Jue shook his head.

The lame Taoist nodded approvingly, looked at Jia Jue, and said, "Master, you have given me food and drink, and you have been waiting in front of me for so long, so I will give you a word. You are willing to listen to the poor man's nonsense." gibberish?"

"Jia Jue is all ears!" Jia Jue bowed to him.

The lame Taoist stood up, walked around the hall, and suddenly turned to Jia Jue and said:
"Everything is fine in your house, it's just..."

"Just what?" Jia Jue asked.

"It's just that the smell of makeup in your mansion is too strong." The lame Taoist frowned.

Jia Jue nodded: "That's right, the men in the family are withering, but there are more women."

"The imbalance of yin and yang is not a long-term way. If a solitary yin does not grow and a single yang does not grow, this is the way." The lame Taoist said.

Jia Jue smiled lightly and asked, "Then according to the Taoist priest, what should I do?"

"Buyang!" The lame Taoist said without hesitation.

Jia Jue raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "What does the Taoist priest mean by this? Do you want me to eat those great tonics?"

Could this lame Taoist be selling strength pills?

The lame Taoist shook his head: "No, medicine and food are supplements, but they only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. You need the nourishment of fortune."

"What is the supplement of fortune?" Jia Jue asked in a daze.

The lame Taoist suddenly waved his fly whisk and walked out: "Young Master's destiny is Ziwei, the ruler of the palace. If you return to your original destiny, you should be able to make up for the numerology, Yin and Yang complement each other."

The so-called Ziwei is Ziwei Star.It is known as the "Lord of Fighting Numbers", and researchers in ancient times have regarded Ziwei as the "Emperor Star", so the person whose destiny is Ziwei is the emperor.

What the lame Taoist said meant that Jia Jue had the appearance of an emperor!

Jia Jue was stunned for a moment, but saw that the lame Taoist had already walked out the door, he hurried to the door and asked:
"Daozhang, how can I return to my original life?"

The lame Taoist kept moving, and said four more words:
"Recognize the ancestors and return to the clan!"

Jia Jue was taken aback for a moment, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. Obviously, the lame Taoist knew his "identity".

But what he doesn't know is his true "identity".

Although his "biggest secret" was discovered by the lame Taoist, he was relieved instead.

Because this lame Taoist is not a god at all, otherwise, how could he not know his true identity?

In this way, the monk Laitou should be a mortal just like him.

This made him feel a lot easier. Ordinary people are much easier to deal with than immortals, no matter how cunning they are.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only fame and fame can't be forgotten. Where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the barren mound is gone. The world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver can't be forgotten. In the end, I only regret that there are not many gatherings. closed..."

At this time, a burst of singing came from afar, and Jia Jue's heart shook. This was the "Good Song" sung by the lame Taoist when he transformed Zhen Shiyin in the original book.

He walked quickly to the door, but saw two figures walking away in the distance, one of them was naturally a lame Taoist, while the other was a monk wearing a loose monk's robe.

He should be the monk who relies on his head.

Watching the figures of the two gradually disappearing, Jia Jue fell into deep thought, what is the origin of these two people, and why did they appear in front of her?
Why did the lame Taoist tell himself that paradoxical statement? What was he implying?
How much does he know?

Just as he was pondering these questions, a delicate voice sounded behind him:
"Father..."

Jia Jue turned around, only to see Jin Chuan standing behind him, looking at him expectantly.

Jia Jue chuckled, this girl, she hasn't confiscated the house yet, so she followed Xiren Qingwen and the others to call her master.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Jin Chuan looked around, pulled Jia Jue aside, and quietly handed him something: "I found a good treasure for my grandfather."

Jia Jue looked at the thing, his expression suddenly changed, but he saw that it was a night pearl emitting faint fluorescence.

key!

"Where did you get it?" Jia Jue asked hastily.

"I was tidying up in the front hall just now, and I picked it up on the chair that the old Taoist was sitting on." Jin Chuan said.

Jia Jue frowned when he heard that. From this point of view, the lame Taoist should have given it to him on purpose.

What the hell are they up to?