The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

These days, a lot of eyes are focused on Yanjiu.

Bai Xiucheng never showed up, and Bai Xingjian was missing.

Only Yanjiu was criticized outside, even more than before.

Yanjiu turned out to be the only person who inherited Bai Xiucheng's bloodline...what the hell.

It seems that only Bai Xingzhao treats Yanjiu sincerely. He even took Yanjiu to handle family affairs, but Yanjiu messed them up.

A week later, in a Zen room in Cihang Temple.

Bai Xingzhao and Abbot Cihang sat opposite each other.

Bai Xingzhao humbly asked his master for advice:

"Master, I have a cousin named Yanjiu. From the perspective of pure blood, he has the best chance of inheriting the Bai family.

But he didn't learn a lot and messed up a lot of things.

What should I do for the future of my family? "

"Inkstone?" The old abbot turned the beads in his hand, his triangular eyes showed a wise look, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, he stood up, walked to the window, and said crisply:

"Yanjiu should be killed..."

Bai Xingzhao's hand holding the tea paused, and he looked at the host in confusion: "Master..." He really didn't expect...his master would say this.

The old host shook his head and sighed: "Monks are compassionate..."

Bai Xingzhao looked at the host in confusion: "Master, monks are compassionate, why do you want to kill Yanjiu..."

The old host pointed to a dark cloud in the sky and said firmly:

"There will be a great disaster in Yanyang, and it is necessary to use someone to offer sacrifices to the sky to quell the disaster. The person to offer sacrifices to the sky is Yanjiu."

Bai Xingzhao's eyes were a little hesitant:

"Master, isn't Mr. Xiangzhao doing it to spy on the secrets of heaven and predict the future? You..."

The old host glanced at Bai Xingzhao lightly:

"Do you think Mr. Xiangzhao is compassionate...or does he care about the world?"

Bai Xingzhao shook his head: "Mr. Xiangzhao has always been difficult to distinguish between good and evil...but Master, you are highly virtuous and have a compassionate heart."

After hearing this, the old host stopped talking.

Bai Xingzhao's eyes were determined: "For the sake of Yan Yang's overall situation, Yan Jiu must be killed."

In fact, Bai Xingzhao had never thought of killing Yanjiu before.

But when his master suddenly said this, he followed the trend and killed Yanjiu. This was enough to end a hundred deaths and leave an impression on Yan Yang that the Bai family was righteous in exterminating relatives.

The host pointed to the southeast and ordered Bai Xingzhao:

"There is a Buddhist scripture on the fourth shelf against the south wall of the library. Get it for me."

Bai Xingzhao stood up: "Disciple, go now."

Shao Qing, beside the shelf on the fourth floor, Bai Xingzhao searched for a long time, but did not see the so-called Buddhist scriptures.

Instead, I saw a book with a blank cover and nothing on it.

The stranger it is, the easier it is to attract attention. Bai Xingzhao pulled the book out of the bookshelf.

Opening the blank cover, I found that there was a lot of space inside.

That is the manuscript of Master Yunbei, Master Yunbei, the master who currently presides over it.

Bai Xingzhao turned the pages of the book faster, thinking that he could see some secrets of Cihang Temple in it.

However, what was inside was Yun Bei's nagging worry about the world.

On the contrary, on a page in the middle, the book clearly states that on June 6 this year, Yan Yang will face a great disaster, and a descendant of the Bai family will need to sacrifice to heaven to quell the chaos.

Master Yunbei's manuscript records that the person with nine in his name was a descendant of the Bai family in Yanyang.

Bai Xingzhao's eyes dimmed. He didn't care whether the manuscript was true or false, whether it was written by Yun Bei, or whether it was faked by future generations.

But he needed this manuscript now, one that would provide a rationale for what he was going to do next.

He is just compassionate and for the sake of the overall situation.

……

If you say something spiritually, if you say it often, it will become true.

Bai Xingzhao has recently secretly released news, saying that Yanjiu is a disaster and that Yanjiu is unlucky... as if he wants to put Yanjiu in a position of verbal and written criticism.

Yanjiu seemed completely unaware of this and continued to live a carefree life.

Late at night, Xiangzhao Bookstore.

Yanjiu was leaning on the rocking chair and drinking tea. A small flying insect plunged into the tea. Seeing this, Yanjiu picked out the flying insect with his little finger and then flicked it away.

He said to himself: "There are so many bugs recently, it's so annoying."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of Xiangzhao Bookstore.

Yanjiu lazily shouted at the top of his voice: "The door is unlocked, come in."

With a "creak", the door opened.

Under the misty moonlight, Yaohua at the door and Yanjiu on the rocking chair in the courtyard looked at each other unexpectedly.

Yaohua's eyes flashed with surprise, which was almost imperceptible.

He walked towards the courtyard and asked as he walked: "Yanjiu, why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luan Qiu boldly entered the courtyard carrying two takeaways. Before Luan Qiu could see the scene in the courtyard clearly, he started shouting:

"Yanjiu, are you okay? You ordered takeout and didn't know how to pick it up? You almost got eaten by the rabbit spirit outside."

After finishing speaking, Luan Qiu also saw the "guest" coming to Yanjiu's side. He finally realized that something was wrong. Luan Qiu shut up and smiled awkwardly at Yaohua:

"Young Master Yao, what a coincidence, you couldn't sleep and came out for a walk in the middle of the night?"

Yaohua looked at Luan Qiu, and something flashed through his mind.

Smiling towards Luan Qiu, Yaohua said: "Young Master Luan, you walked in a very unique way. You walked directly to Xiangzhao Bookstore."

Yan Jiu, who was sitting on the recliner, finally put down his cup. He looked at Yao Hua lightly: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Yaohua: "I came to see Mr. Xiangzhao for divination today."

Yanjiu said casually: "So you still have something to do with me."

Yaohua looked at the strange scene in front of her, the huge moon, the fox on the roof that seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light, and the lush locust trees.

Yanjiu sits among them, weird and harmonious at the same time. He seems to be born here, confusing and mysterious.

Yaohua finally knew what the weird feeling was when he entered the door. He said in surprise:

"Yanjiu...are you Mr. Xiangzhao?"

Yanjiu got up from the rocking chair. He walked slowly to the tea table, turned his back to Yaohua and started to prepare new tea:

"You came to Xiangzhao Bookstore. If I'm not Mr. Xiangzhao, who should I be?"

Yaohua: "Shang Jing was here last time."

Yanjiu looked at Yaohua slowly: "Who do you think is more like the owner of this house, Shang Jing or me?"

Hearing this, Yaohua looked at Luan Qiu, who was silent at the side. He looked at Luan Qiu, but he was talking to Yan Jiu:

"You are still like the owner of this house. After all, you can command Luan Qiu.

Suddenly I remembered that there was a time when Luan Qiu ran around my house very frequently.

I feel like Shang Jing and Luan Qiu have nothing in common, but Luan Qiu seems to have a better relationship with you. "