I have a role in the heavens

"What do you know? Brother Chang is a military general, and he has a strong evil spirit. Even ghosts and gods dare not get close to him. His slaps are naturally different from others!"

Seeing that Jia Zheng and others did not believe it, Jia's mother quickly expressed her thoughts. Jia Zheng and others thought about it and felt it made sense. They quickly sent people to the Duke Wu's mansion and asked Jia Chang to slap Jia Baoyu.

When Jia Chang heard the news, he felt very funny. He didn't expect that the last time he just talked nonsense, Jia Mu and others were convinced.

Jia Chang walked into Yihongyuan and saw Jia Baoyu surrounded by everyone. He frowned slightly. This time he was really obsessed. Something was wrong. Someone was secretly casting a spell.

Jia Chang understood in his heart, but without any hesitation, he walked up to Jia Mu and Jia Zheng, bowed, and spoke unhurriedly.

"I've seen the old lady, sir!"

Because of the last engagement, the relationship between Jia Chang and Jia Mu became more and more estranged. They even stopped calling her grandma and just called the old lady, maintaining a superficial respect and harmony.

When Jia Mu heard this title, her eyes dimmed slightly. She regretted it afterwards, knowing that she had gone too far, but it was already too late to make amends.

Jia Mu couldn't care about anything else at this time and quickly said to Jia Chang.

"Brother Chang, look at Baoyu quickly. He's lost his mind again. Your father slapped him several times but didn't wake him up. You still need to come!"

Jia Chang had absolutely no reason to refuse the request to slap Jia Baoyu. No matter whether it was useful or not, he had to get over it first.

Jia Chang came to Jia Baoyu and looked at Jia Baoyu. When he saw that he looked crazy, his eyes were confused, and his pupils were dilated, he knew that he was not pretending this time. When he saw Jia Baoyu's swollen face, he felt that Jia Zheng Not understanding the art of symmetry, he just slapped the left side of his face. It looked awkward. Thinking of this, he raised his left hand without hesitation and slapped Jia Baoyu across the face.

"Bah bang bang!"

The three crisp and loud slaps were extremely satisfying. Jia Chang looked at the symmetrical face and nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Jia Mu mistakenly thought that Jia Chang's slap was effective, and asked quickly.

"how?"

Jia Chang blurted out before he had time to think.

"It's symmetrical and looks much more comfortable!"

As soon as these words came out, Jia Huan, who was in the shadow in the corner, couldn't help but laugh. This was really Jia Chang's devious and cunning style. He had been tortured a lot in those two months. Thinking about it now, he feels like the hairs all over his body stand on end. I wonder how I survived.

When Jia Mu heard this, her face darkened, and her left and right faces were swollen like steamed buns. She glared at Jia Chang angrily and asked.

"I mean, what's going on with Baoyu?"

Jia Chang sighed and pretended, showing a bit of crocodile sadness, and said in a deep voice.

"Baoyu's situation is too serious this time. I have no choice but to leave it to fate!"

Jia Chang naturally had a way to wake up Baoyu, but on the one hand he was unwilling, and on the other hand, he wanted to wait for the caster to come to see what they wanted.

When Jia Mu heard this, her vision went dark and she almost fainted. Jia Zheng was so frightened that he quickly supported her, trying to persuade Jia Mu to return to Rongqing Hall first.

"Mother, leave this place to me. Why is this evil obstacle worthy of your trouble? You should go back to the hospital to rest first!"

Jia Mu cursed loudly after hearing this, pushed Jia Zheng away, and said angrily.

"I knew you couldn't tolerate Baoyu and the evil-hearted thing. I wish we and I would have died long ago so that we wouldn't be in your eyes!"

As soon as these words came out, Jia Zheng couldn't bear it. He quickly knelt down and apologized, saying with an aggrieved face.

"My son definitely has no such idea. My mother has wronged her son. No matter what I say, Baoyu is still my son. Even if I no longer have high hopes for him, I will never curse him to death!"

Jia Mu knew that Jia Zheng was pedantic and would not think so. She glanced at Jia Chang who looked calm and said yin and yang.

"You wouldn't think so, but if some people think so in their hearts, it's not necessarily true?!"

Jia Chang was extremely calm. When he heard this, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a smile, looked at Jia Mu, and said.

"The old lady is talking about me?"

"I really don't like Jia Baoyu, but I don't have any thoughts of killing him yet! If I really have such thoughts, Jia Baoyu will never survive the next day, and my methods will not be so light!"

As soon as these words came out, Jia's mother was shocked, and then she remembered that Jia Chang was a fierce warrior on the battlefield, an iron-blooded general, and decisive in killing. If he really pissed him off, Baoyu might not be able to see the sun tomorrow, so he didn't dare to irritate Jia Chang anymore. Chang.

Jia's mother was at a loss for what to do. The maids and women, stewards, wives and gentlemen who were watching all started talking.

Some said to ask Duan Gong to ward off evil spirits, some said to ask witches to dance with the gods, and some recommended Zhang Zhenren from the Jade Emperor Pavilion. They tried all kinds of things, including various treatments, worshiping gods, praying, and asking for divination. , all have no effect.

The setting sun is like a fireball, and the orange-red light dyes half of the sky red. It is gorgeous, magnificent and incomparably spectacular.

Wang Ziteng also came at this time. After his defeat, Emperor Yuankang held him accountable and removed him from the position of governor of nine provinces. Just as Jia Chang voluntarily resigned from the post of Jiedushi of the Beijing Camp, Wang Ziteng took up this position again. He works conscientiously and does not dare to be careless, and he no longer has the ambitions of the past.

Then Xiao Shihou's family, Mrs. Xing's brothers, and relatives and family members all came to have a look. Some gave him talisman water, and some recommended monks. They all tried it on Jia Baoyu, but they didn't work.

At this time, Jia Baoyu became more and more confused and fell unconscious. He was sleeping on the bed, his whole body was like charcoal, and he was talking about everything. At night, those women, daughters-in-law, and girls did not dare to come forward. Therefore, Jia Baoyu could only be carried to Mrs. Wang's upper room, and Jia Yun and others were sent to take turns with the boys to guard them at night. Jia's mother, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, Aunt Xue and others stayed close to each other, just crying around Jia Baoyu.

Jia She and Jia Zheng were worried that they would upset Jia Mu by crying, waste energy and energy day and night, and make the people in the house restless, so they had no idea.

During this period, Jia She also went to various places to find monks and seek Taoism. Jia Zheng was really upset when he saw that nothing worked, so he spoke to dissuade him.

"The number of children is determined by destiny, and cannot be strengthened by human power. Baoyu's illness was unexpected, and all kinds of treatments were ineffective. I thought that it was God's will, so I had to let him go."

Jia She ignored this and was still busy in every possible way. He sought medical treatment in a hurry, but no results were seen.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Jia Baoyu was lying on the bed, getting weaker and weaker, looking like he might die at any time. Everyone in the house was panicked, saying that Jia Baoyu might not be able to survive this time and would pass away.

Seeing that there was no hope, Jia Zheng had no choice but to make arrangements for Jia Baoyu's future affairs.

Seeing this, Mrs. Jia, Mrs. Wang, and Xiren cried extremely sadly, forgetting to eat and sleep, looking for death and survival.

Aunt Zhao was secretly happy. If Jia Baoyu disappeared, only Jia Chang and Jia Huan would be left in the Rongguo Mansion. Jia Chang had already lived in a separate mansion and became Lord Wu. Naturally, he would not care about Rongguo Mansion. Then in the future, Didn't the Rongguo Mansion fall on Jia Huan's head?

On the morning of the fourth day, Jia Mu and others were crying sadly around Jia Baoyu, one mouthful after another.

I saw Jia Baoyu suddenly moved, his cloudy and chaotic eyes regained clarity, and he spoke to Jia Mu.

"From now on, I won't stay at your house anymore! Pack up quickly and send me away."

After hearing this, Jia Mu felt as if her heart and liver had been removed. She was inexplicably sad and felt vaguely bad in her heart.

Aunt Zhao was secretly happy and persuaded Jia Mu from the side.

"Old lady, you don't have to be too sad. My brother is no longer useful. Why don't you put on his clothes and let him go back early to avoid some suffering. As much as you can't bear to leave him, I keep saying this. He is here. There is also suffering in this world, and there is no peace of mind.”

Before she could finish these words, Aunt Zhao was spat in the face by Jia Mu, who yelled and cursed loudly.

"You bastard with a rotten tongue, who asked you to talk too much? How do you know that he is suffering in this world and has no peace of mind? How come he is useless? You wish he was dead, what good is it? You Don’t dream! He is dead, and I will only fight for my life with you. It was you who instigated him all the time to force him to write and study, and you frightened him out of his courage. When he saw me, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, he was scared to death!"

"You little prostitutes weren't the ones who instigated it. Now you've forced him to death. You've got your wish. Let's see which one of you can I spare?!"

Mother Jia was scolding and crying, alternately angry and sad. Jia Zheng, who was on the side, heard these words and felt more and more sad. He shouted Aunt Zhao away and came up to tactfully persuade her.

At this moment, a steward came in and reported to Jia Zheng.

"Sir, the coffins and coffins are all ready. Is it appropriate for you to go out and see if it's appropriate?"

After hearing this, Jia Mu became more and more angry, as if adding fuel to the fire, and cursed at Jia Zheng.

"You are his father, and you are actually looking forward to his death. Who asked you to make the coffin?"

Jia Mu had completely lost her mind at this time, yelling and cursing angrily, blaming innocent people, and insisted on dragging out the coffin manager and beating him to death.

Just when Jia Mu was making a huge fuss, suddenly there was a faint sound of wooden fish in everyone's ears, followed by other sounds.

"Namoji Bodhisattva."

"We are good at treating those who are insecure, whose homes are in disrepair, who are in danger, or who are possessed by evil spirits."

When Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang and others heard these words, they couldn't bear it anymore, so they ordered people to come in quickly.

Although Jia Zheng felt it was very strange and was unwilling to do so, he did not dare to go against Jia Mu's wishes. He also thought that the voice could be heard clearly and vividly in such a deep house, and he felt that it was a little strange, so he ordered someone to come in.

After a while, two people walked in. When everyone looked up, they turned out to be a scabby monk and a lame Taoist. I saw that the monk's nose was as long as a hanging gallbladder, his eyebrows were as long as a hanging gallbladder, his eyes were like stars storing precious light, his shoes were torn and there was no sign of his residence, and his head was covered with sores. Look at that Taoist again. One foot is high and the other is low. His whole body is wet and muddy. When we meet, we ask where our home is, but it is west of the weak water in Penglai.

These two people were Master Mang Mang and Master Miao Miao. They secretly cast spells to confuse Jia Baoyu and wanted to enter Rongguo Mansion to find out. They waited for three full days until Jia Baoyu was dying, and then they took the initiative to come to the door. If you can keep your temper, you are worthy of being an expert who can go in and out of Lihen Heaven.

Jia Zheng looked at the two monks and Taoists, frowning slightly. It was very rare for a Taoist priest and a monk to get together, so he asked.

"I wonder where you two practice?"

At this time, Master Mang Mang and Master Miao Miao had already concealed their appearance. They were wanted by Daqian for interfering with the fate of Rongguo Mansion without authorization. In order to make walking easier, they used concealment methods to hide their appearance from the world. There was a change in his eyes.

How dare Master Mang Mang openly tell Jia Zheng their identities? He just said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to ask any further questions. We just came here to treat you because we heard that the population of your residence is unfavorable."

Jia Zheng didn't want to delve into the identity of the other party. Seeing Master Mangmang's confidence, he felt a little hopeful and asked.

"I wonder how you two plan to treat the child, and what talismans you are proficient in?"

In the past few days, Rongguo Mansion also invited many monks and Taoists to draw talismans or divine water, but none of them were effective.

"It's a rare treasure that you have at home, why do you still want Talisman Water from us?"

Master Miaomiao spoke slowly, with a strange look on his face.

When Jia Zheng heard this, his heart moved slightly. He looked at the psychic jade hanging around Jia Baoyu's neck and explained.

"Although I brought a piece of jade with me when I fell into the grass, it was said to be able to ward off evil spirits, but who would have thought that it wouldn't work this time?"

"Sir, how do you know the wonderful use of that thing? It is just because it is now obsessed with sound, color, money and profit, so it is not effective. Just take it here and wait for us to chant it, I'm afraid it will be fine."

After hearing this, Master Mang Mang showed a compassionate smile on his face. His face was solemn, giving people the feeling of an enlightened monk, and he spoke slowly.

Jia Zheng was doubtful about what Master Mangmang said, so he took off the psychic jade hanging from Jia Baoyu's neck and gave it to Master Mangmang.

Master Mangmang took it, held it in his palm, sighed, and said to the psychic treasure jade.

"It has been thirteen years since I said goodbye to Qinggeng Peak! The time in this world has passed so quickly, and the world is full of dust, as if it were just a snap of fingers! I envy the benefits you had at that time, the sky was unruly, and there was no joy in my heart. Sad; but after practicing psychic skills, you start to look for right and wrong in the human world. What a pity that you have experienced today, with pink stains and fat stains staining the precious light, and slender clothes trapping mandarin ducks day and night. You must wake up from a deep dream, and let the injustice be paid and let go! "

After saying that, Master Mangmang read another verse, rubbed the psychic jade, and then returned it to Jia Zheng and gave him instructions.

"This thing is already alive and must not be desecrated. Hang it on the upper threshold of the bedroom. Place it in a room. No other Yin people can invade it except your own wife and mother. After thirty-three days, it is guaranteed that you will be safe and your illness will subside, and you will be as good as before. ."

After saying that, Master Mang Mang and Master Miao Miao left the room, shrunk to an inch with each step, and disappeared into the Rongguo Mansion.

When Jia Zheng saw this magical power, he was convinced and quickly ordered someone to hang the psychic jade on the door. Mrs. Wang personally guarded the place and did not allow others to come in.

In the evening, Jia Baoyu gradually woke up and said he was hungry.

As if they had found a treasure, Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang boiled rice soup and fed it to Jia Baoyu. He gradually became more energetic and his evil spirits receded slightly, and the family felt relieved. After Jia Baoyu was raised in Mrs. Wang's room for thirty-three days, not only was she strong, but the redness and swelling on her face also disappeared, and then she returned to Yihongyuan of Grand View Garden.

Let's say that Master Mang Mang and Master Miao Miao once entered Rongguo Mansion. They secretly opened their Dharma Eyes and took in a panoramic view of the scene in Rongguo Mansion. They found that the shackles of the Spring Festival were broken and they were free again. Lin Daiyu's love was entangled, and it was not with Jia Baoyu. Yuanchun was blessed with good fortune and good health, and no longer had any signs of misfortune. I was shocked.

"Now it seems that the original plan went terribly wrong, and the fate of the Twelve Golden Hairpins has changed. Everything stems from that Lord Wu, who had great luck and tyrannical cultivation, and interfered with the Qi of the Twelve Golden Hairpins. , let the police fantasy fairy’s plan fail, what should we do now?”

"There is nothing we can do. The Duke of Wu Kingdom has a tyrannical cultivation. He has become white in the world and has an astonishing evil spirit. Immortal monks are most afraid of evil stars like him. If you are not careful, you will be polluted by his evil spirit, your soul will be corrupted, your Tao will disappear, and you will die!"

"Hey, how could such a person appear again in the world? Bai Qi caused such a stir back then. If someone hadn't instigated King Zhaoxiang, causing him to destroy the Great Wall and kill people, how could there be room for immortals and gods in the world? land."

"However, even if Bai Qi died, he was still restless after entering the underworld. He commanded millions of powerful ghosts, proclaimed himself the king, and occupied Fengdu, so that the gods did not dare to interfere in the underworld. He is truly a hero of all ages!"

"You will be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death!"

Suddenly, a clear voice came into the ruined temple. Master Mang Mang and Master Miao Miao jumped up from the ground in shock and looked outside the ruined temple with great vigilance.

Jia Chang was seen standing with his hands behind his hands, smiling and calm, looking at the monk and Taoist, and spoke slowly.

"This poem by Master Yi An is perfect for describing General Bai Qi!"

"Do you two feel the same way?"

Master Mangmang and Master Miaomiao looked nervous, their bodies and muscles were tense, and they did not dare to relax in any way.

"You two seem to be very afraid of me. Although we have dealt with each other once, this is the first time we have met. I am really disappointed!"

Master Mangmang's brows were furrowed and his face was heavy. He stared at Jia Chang's every move and spoke slowly, his voice a little nervous and hoarse.

"Wu Guogong is a white man who has outstanding martial arts skills and astonishing evil aura. All monks will be afraid of Wu Guogong and will not want to get close to him!"

A ray of light flashed in the eyes of the vast warrior, and Jia Chang was shrouded in the evil aura of endless swords and weapons, gathered together, and turned into a black tiger, fierce and domineering, majestic and inviolable.

The black tiger seemed to have sensed Master Mangmang's prying eyes, and suddenly opened its tiger eyes, a black light shot out, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a roar, which echoed in the souls of Master Mangmang and Master Miaomiao.

"Um!"

"Um!"

Two traces of blood flowed from the corners of Mang Mang's eyes, which looked terrifying and ferocious. The golden light in his eyes dispersed, and his face turned slightly pale. He looked at Jia Chang in horror.

Master Miaomiao also let out a muffled groan and took a step back, feeling chilled all over and horrified in his heart.

Seeing that the two of them were injured by the evil spirit, Jia Chang chuckled and joked.

"Since you two know that I have been living in vain and shrouded in evil aura, how dare you pry into my reality? You are too careless!"

"Condensing evil spirits into a tiger, Lord Wu is indeed terrifying, he is no weaker than Bai Qi back then!"

"That's right, Bai Qi had just condensed the evil spirit of the black tiger back then, and he drew his sword and killed himself!"

"It's just that you clearly didn't kill as many people as Bai Qi, so how come you were able to gather the evil energy of the black tiger earlier than him? It's incredible."

Master Mang Mang frowned, puzzled. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

Master Miaomiao was also confused and looked at Jia Chang in confusion, wondering how Jia Chang could gather such amazing evil energy and gather the black tiger.