Golden Summoner

After fusing the military merit world bead, Xia Pingan did not stop, but began to fuse the remaining "Yi Jin Jing" world bead.

With blood dripping on it, Xia Pingan was wrapped in a cocoon of light in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Xia Ping'an felt his body swaying slightly, and there was a crackling sound in his ears. The sound sounded vague, far away, close, clear, and vague. Like setting off firecrackers, and like beans falling to the ground one after another, Xia Pingan understood that he had arrived in the world of Jie Zhu.

He wanted to open his eyes and see where he was, but such a simple idea was a little difficult at the moment, because Xia Pingan found that his body at the moment was indescribably weak and his energy was seriously lacking. , he was groggy at the moment, weak and sleepy, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but his whole body was so limp that he couldn't even lift up half of his strength.

This situation shocked Xia Pingan. He had fused so many world beads, and the body of the owner of this world bead was the weakest one he had ever encountered.

He can't be a paralyzed and dying person!

Just when this thought appeared in Xia Pingan's mind, he felt his body shaking even more, as if someone was pushing him, "Master... wake up... Master..."

Under the push of external forces, Xia Pingan's head finally became clear. He woke up from his drowsy sleep. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old with a slightly dark face and a tiger-like head. , that huge and shiny forehead, the blue robe on his body with a short mandarin jacket with horse hoof sleeves, and the braid on the back of his head. These attires immediately indicate this dynasty - the Qing Dynasty.

This was in the carriage of a carriage. The young man was sitting next to him, and he was wrapped in a dark red mattress, lying sickly and lazily in a comfortable position in the carriage. He felt the bumps , is the source of the vibration on the carriage, and the crackling sound came from the carriage and the roof, like the sound of raindrops hitting the carriage. The rain was a bit heavy, and the people in the carriage listened. Extremely harsh.

There were some books in the carriage, as well as some large and small boxes containing many things. Xia Pingan saw the four treasures of the study stored in the box, and also saw a somewhat dazzling object, which he placed openly among those On top of the box - that's - a smoking gun.

The smell in the car was a bit strange. Xia Pingan just sniffed it with his nose, and he felt that there was a special and confusing sweet smell in the car that only smokers left behind. This kind of smell he used to be in the Golden Triangle. The homes of those drug addicts had smelled it, and in addition to opium, the carriage compartment also had a strong smell of Chinese medicinal materials.

The things in the car were opium, medicine, and books. They were so strange that Xia Pingan was in a daze. Then, the weakness in his body came again, and he couldn't help but hit him again. I yawned, and then I felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and tears came out all of a sudden.

This body is indescribably weak due to the disease of chicken and tuberculosis, and it seems that even stretching is a bit difficult.

The young man saw Xia Ping'an staring at the pipe and said quickly, "Sir, the young man smoked that Fushou drug just before going to bed. Before he came, my wife and the master told me that this time on the way to Qiuwei of the province, I asked him to smoke less." A little Fushou ointment. If the young master feels sleepy, why don't you take some more medicine to replenish your body?" As he spoke, the young man skillfully opened a box in the carriage. There were ready-made pills in the box, and a strong smell of ginseng antler. The smell comes out of the box.

Qing Dynasty...Yi Jin Jing...Smoke...Tuberculosis...The young master from a wealthy family...

After these elements fermented in Xia Pingan's head for two seconds, Xia Pingan suddenly knew his identity at the moment - Zhou Shuguan. At this moment, this consumptive body is one of the key figures in history who passed down the "Illustrated Theory of Yi Jin Washing Marrow Neigong".

This young man is also in trouble. He was born with a weak body. Before he was ten years old, he was a drug addict. After that, he indulged in alcohol and became full of diseases. When he was nineteen years old, he became addicted to smoking. In the past ten years, he has been addicted to smoking. After smoking a lot of smoke, now, although this body is only more than thirty years old, it is already dying and weak. It is like an old man. It feels like being sick at any time. It is frightened when it moves. It walks like a wooden chicken. It is afraid of cold and heat, and has a big problem. The addiction to smoking can only be suppressed with tonics, making it feel like you are about to return to the West at any time.

The eldest son of Zhou is going out this time to the provincial capital to participate in the autumn festival held every three years. As a scholar, the eldest son of Zhou also wants to be elected.

Looking at the little book boy who was staring at him, Xia Pingan calmed his breathing and waved his hand, "No need...ahem...by the way, where are we now?"

"We are about to arrive in Ziyang, but it's raining today and it's getting dark. We can't go to the city anymore. We can only find a place to stay for one night on the road before leaving. Uncle Chen, who just drove the car, said that he knows that there is a temple on the road ahead that can be visited at night. The resident is about to take us over to stay for the night!" The boy looked a bit smart. When Xia Pingan asked, he immediately explained his words in an orderly manner.

Xia Pingan stretched out his hand, wanting to open the curtains of the carriage and look outside. When he reached out, he realized that his hand was as thin as a skin and bone, with exposed veins, dull skin, and two more on his wrist. The dull brown scars left behind before. As soon as the curtains were opened a little, they saw the dark sky outside and the trees swaying in the wind and rain on the roadside. A gust of cold wind blew in along the opening, and Xia Ping'an suddenly felt... As soon as he trembled, a chilly air rose up from his body. He couldn't help but shudder, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Sir, be careful, it's windy outside, don't get cold!" The boy quickly stopped him and closed the curtains again.

Xia Pingan smiled bitterly. This body was so weak. Compared with his divine body that could move mountains and seas at any time, he simply didn't know what to say. He said that this body was as weak as an ant, like a candle in the wind. It was really Not unfair at all.

Seeing that Xia Pingan was silent, the boy quickly arranged the bedding for Xia Pingan so that Xia Pingan could sit comfortably in the carriage. Then he carefully took out a small piece of ginseng slice from the box and let Xia Pingan hold it in his mouth. Refresh yourself.

Xia Pingan just closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Half an hour later, the sound of raindrops hitting the carriage outside gradually decreased, and the rain stopped. After another hour of jolting sleepily in the carriage, the carriage finally stopped. Immediately, outside the carriage, A slightly old and rough voice sounded, "Sir, get out of the car, our place to stay tonight is here!"

The young man skillfully put on a cloak for Xia Pingan, then opened the curtain in front of the carriage, and got out first. Blocking the wind outside, there was a man in his forties wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. The uncle placed a horse stool on the ground in front of the car, and then let Xia Pingan get out of the car.

Xia Pingan got off the car, and the boy quickly came over to support Xia Pingan's arms and body. For fear that Xia Pingan would fall, the coachman was also holding the horse carefully to prevent the horse pulling the cart from moving at this time.

Xia Pingan was also a little helpless, but his body was indeed too weak. He just bent down to get out of the carriage, but he felt a tightness in his chest, a little nervous, and his hands and feet felt clumsy, as if he couldn't obey his orders.

With the help of the servant, Xia Pingan stepped on the carriage and the horse stool below, carefully stepped down from the carriage that was only about one meter high from the ground, and then looked at the environment here.

I saw the carriage stopped at the entrance of the temple. There was a plaque on the temple with the words Tonghui Temple.

Looking at this temple, it is quite clean, not small in size, and not too crude.

In many cases, temples in this era also served as inns. It was common for people on the road to stay in the temples and for scholars to stay in the temples.

Seeing someone coming in a carriage, the young novice monk at the gate of the temple immediately came to greet him.

The little novice took Xia Pingan and the boy boy into the temple together and arrived at the living room of the temple. After meeting the monk Zhike in the temple, after a simple exchange, Xia Pingan settled down in Tonghui Temple.