Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

Zhaoran sat down next to Jiuru with the scrolls in his arms, put down the scrolls and pointed at them, "I selected these carefully, all of them are as beautiful as flowers and jade, and are charming and charming."

"Then let's have a look." Jiu Ru said.

Zhaoran likes Jiuru like this, he always cooperates in everything he does, so he hurriedly passed Xiao Er to bring a lamp over so that Jiuru can take a closer look, and then he reached out and took a pair of scrolls that he liked the most, and let go of it A little mysteriously said: "Look, do these eyes look a little like your uncle's?"

Jiuru looked down and said, "There are a little bit of similarity."

Seen from the side, Jiuru's eyelids are drooping slightly, his eyelashes are like long cedars, and his pupils are like lakes, reflecting the candlelight on the table, as if all the brilliance of this room is under his eyes.

He sighed in his mind, and felt that it was a bit wronged to say one or two points.

Zhao Ran let go a little more: "Does this nose look a bit like it?"

"A little too." Jiu Ru said.

Zhaoran let go a little more, and said happily: "Isn't this mouth a little..."

Jiuru asked, "Are you looking for my sister-in-law for me?"

Clearly at a loss for words, he quickly threw away the scroll in his hand, unfolded another pair and said, "How about this one? This woman has white skin, round eyes, and a plump figure, not bad."

Jiuru poured himself a cup of tea and didn't answer.

This is dissatisfaction, and he clearly understands it. He is not discouraged, and immediately picked another pair: "How about this one? This lady has a slim and light body, pink cheeks and red lips, and it's not bad."

Jiu Ru raised his hand to drink tea and still remained silent, saying clearly: "No hurry, no hurry, I have plenty here."

But when he finished displaying all the scrolls, Jiu Ru had been drinking tea unhurriedly, and his back was sweating a little from the busy work, and he was a little annoyed: "Jiu Ru, you don't have so many portraits. One that you can like a little bit? Even if you don’t like it at all, you still have to tell me what you are satisfied with these ladies, so that I can have a direction. "

Jiu Ru pointed to one of the portraits and said, "This girl's eyebrows are well grown, and it would be better if they were not too curved."

Zhao Ran hastily leaned over to take a closer look, only to feel that the girl's eyebrows were sparse, it was fine to have a pair of willow eyebrows, if they were straight...

Jiuru pointed to another portrait: "This girl has a good nose." Then he pointed to the other two portraits, "This girl's lips, that girl's height."

Zhao Ran looked at it carefully, and felt that the place Jiu Ru had chosen was nothing special, but this must not be said, even if Jiu Ru said that a fat pig was beautiful, he would still agree with it.

So he clapped his palms and praised: "Good eyesight, I didn't see it even if my uncle didn't say anything, but after thinking about it so carefully, it really is very interesting.

Just now there was a slight ripple in Jiu Ru's expression: "You see it too?"

Zhao Ran thought he didn't see it, but he said, "Of course!"

"It's not pretty, but if you look closely, you won't forget it easily." Jiu Ru seemed to remember it, and didn't speak for a moment.

Zhao Ran said "Oh!" in his heart.

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The teahouse was extremely lively, and it was clear that he liked to join in the fun, so he opened the window to listen to what was being said downstairs, and only heard the tea customers below spit and say: "Why is this not true, Mrs. He asked the empress to take it in It’s gone inside the palace, but it’s rumored outside that it’s going to set up an archway for Madam?”

"It's Mr. He who ascended to immortality. Why did you set up a memorial archway for Mrs. He?"

"What an idiot!" The tea customer in front scolded, "Master is an immortal now, why would he care about us erecting a monument in the mortal world? If we want to erect it, we will also erect a temple!"

"If Mr. He builds a temple, then whoever is bigger and who is smaller than the Dachang Temple of the National Teacher?"

Zhaoran couldn't help but glance at Jiuru next to him.

Everyone was at a loss for words for a moment, and someone else said: "This is true. The Buddha in the National Master Pagoda slays demons and demons is obvious to all. Even if Master He became a fairy and set up a temple, this miracle will not be manifested. Can’t you go beyond the National Teacher?”

"What do you know?" said the tea guest in front, "Why don't you ask Master He how he became a fairy?"

"Tell me, how did you become a fairy?"

The tea official drank a bowl of tea before saying: "Well, it's because Mr. He worshiped the real Buddha, and what he enshrined was the mother of the Buddha. Mr. He sold his property to build a temple for the mother of the Buddha. The mother of the Buddha saw that he was sincere, so she came here specially Give him a celestial talisman to help him become a fairy. No matter how powerful the Buddha is, he is not as powerful as the Buddha's mother. Who do you think is older and who is younger?"

Everyone looked suddenly enlightened, nodded repeatedly and said: "That's right, the Buddha's son and the Buddha's mother, it is of course that a mother is better than a son."

Zhao Ran almost spit out a sip of tea, but Jiu Ru just listened quietly.

"The temple established by Mr. He is the Jixiang Nunnery in the eastern suburbs. If you have something to do, you might as well go to worship. I told you that the temple with the real Buddha is different."

A street vendor who looked like selling snacks came in hurriedly from outside and said, "Everyone has heard that there is no such thing. It is rumored outside that the Buddha Mother will give the national teacher a promotional talisman to help him ascend to heaven!"

The tea drinkers below suddenly roared to the top, and Zhao Ran almost wanted to applaud. Unexpectedly, Fu Heng was quite good at attacking the shield with the spear of the son.

The national teacher is now caught in a dilemma no matter whether he should or should not, if he agrees, he will die, and he will risk his life not to be criticized by others.

With Fu Heng's attack, Ji Xiao was at a disadvantage before he could fight.

Zhao Ran pretended to say: "Jiu Ru, what should the national teacher do now?"

Jiuru replied: "The national teacher should be free from worries, don't worry."

Zhaoran thought in his heart that I was worried that he would not be able to kill him.

With chopsticks dipped in water, he put together Jiuru's favorite facial features in strokes. The more he looked at the person on the table, the more he looked like a winter cabbage. Familiar.

Hey, how come they are familiar?

He suddenly remembered something, and sprayed all the tea on the table. Isn't this person just pretending to be like a mother? He looked at the dripping water and thought to himself, how could this happen?

Jiu Ru turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Ran hastily bent over and coughed twice: "I was too worried just now, and the tea went astray."

Jiu Ru said: "You really care about the national teacher."

Zhaoran subconsciously corrected and said: "I care about you!"

As soon as he said this, he felt a little guilty, and added a superfluous sentence: "How to say, you are also my uncle, of course I care about you, the national teacher is Ai Wujiwu."

Jiuru said "oh" shallowly.

Zhao Ran felt guilty and didn't dare to stay any longer, even didn't dare to look at Jiu Ru's face: "It's getting late, I should go back."

Jiu Ru didn't object: "Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow."

In Zhaoran's heart...he asked, "Tomorrow, maybe Miss hasn't found any yet."

Jiuru said: "Don't you want to visit Jixiang Nunnery tomorrow?"

Only then did he know that what Jiuru said was serious.

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When the two left the tea shop, they clearly felt that their spirits were not enough, but Jiu Ru said again: "Is there a woman named Jiang Biqiao who is waiting to be married in your family?"

"Yes, I have a younger sister named Jiang Biqiao." Zhao Ran was a little surprised.

Jiu Ru said: "Have you ever heard whether she is married to someone?"

Zhao Ran said with a little horror: "Never."

Jiu Ru frowned slightly, then said lightly: "I see.

After speaking, he left the bewildered Zhao Ran, and left without hesitation.

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Jiuru hadn't walked far when he heard a rustling sound in his ears. He turned his head slightly and saw the tide-like mud starting to spread up behind him. He turned his head and walked straight into the door of a Taoist temple.

Seeing Zhaoran, the two Xiaodao hurried over and bowed to salute.

"Is Daoist Yang Wan here?" Jiu Ru asked.

"Here, wait a moment in the Buddha's Hall."

Jiu Ru waited for a while, and Yang Wan walked in wearing a patched Taoist uniform: "Buddha, I'm going to find you."

"Are you here for the sake of the Buddha's mother?"

"You've heard that too."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rid of the national teacher." Yang Wan said.

Jiu Ru said: "He won't compromise easily."

Yang Wan said: "The national teacher is only relying on Concubine Wan Gui, we can give Concubine Wan Gui a big gift."

"Big gift?"

"The Kagura Palace can report to His Majesty that the Son of Heaven is divinely appointed, and there is an eminent monk who has ascended to immortality under the Emperor, and he should preside over the ceremony in person. However, since the Son of Heaven is often related to the state, the Crown Prince can be asked to preside over the ceremony on his behalf."

Jiu Ru said: "But the prince is innocent."

Yang Wan said: "He is the prince, he should sacrifice his life for the people of Liming, our generation will not go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Jiu Ru glanced at him: "You are a Taoist priest, what Buddhist gatha do you recite?"

Yang Wan put his hands together and said: "I seek the Tao with my heart, and monks and Buddhas are all seeking the Tao. Why do we have to divide it so finely?"

Jiuru walked out of the Kagura Palace, looked up at the lights in the distance, and at the churning mud under the steps, then walked down the steps, stepping on the mud and walking away.

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Zhaoran asked Ah Ning as he walked, "Do I look a bit like Jiang Biqiao?"

Aning smiled and said, "Master, you and Miss Jiang are brothers and sisters. At first glance, they may not look alike, but upon closer inspection, they do look alike."

Zhao Ran's face immediately looked as if he had eaten pickled vegetables: "What a crime!"

"commit a sin?"

Zhao Ran anxiously said: "Whoever marries that girl Jiang Biqiao is the one who committed the crime."

"Could it be that Buddha fell in love with Miss Biqiao?" Ah Ning asked, "That's a good thing, besides, Miss Biqiao is going to marry after all, what a shame..."

After all, it must be done, Zhao Ran thought to himself, but the problem now is that he is doing evil.

He sighed, he wholeheartedly wanted to find a beautiful and lovely lady for Jiuru, but in the end he tricked him into getting back a tigress, Jiang Biqiao looked like a real lady.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the concierge say: "Master, you are back, go and persuade the master and the old lady, they are arguing fiercely."

Zhaoran quickly stuffed all the paintings in his hand into Aning's hands, and then walked quickly towards the inner courtyard. Just after passing the hanging flower gate, he saw Mrs. Jiang tiptoeing there, seeing Zhaoran coming, he quickly grabbed him and said: " Ah Xian, hurry up and persuade me."

"What happened?"

"I don't know either. I just know that Changshan son Fu Heng came here for a while, and then the father-in-law asked the mother-in-law to discuss something. After discussing something, the two had a big quarrel."

Although Mrs. Jiang was in a hurry, she was a daughter-in-law and could not enter her father-in-law's room. In the past, Jiang Biqiao always played the leading role at this time, but this time she was restrained by Mrs. Jiang's iron order, so she could only stand outside and worry.

"Young Master Changshan." Zhao Ran couldn't help feeling agitated, and quickly walked into the inner courtyard.

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"Okay, if you want to die, why don't you hit your head to death, you old man, you want to drag the whole family to die with you!"

"Women and children's words, how can you support the righteous way, how can you care about the small family and abandon everyone!" The old man Jiang said in a soft tone, "Besides, I am just a memorandum of the Tao, showing that I intend to personally preside over the ceremony of the national teacher's ascension to heaven. If I don't do the right things of the Tianjian, do you want the emperor Xuan Lanyi to go back to Beijing to do it?"

Zhaoran's heart sank, and the room was silent for a while, before the old man Jiang said loudly: "Don't panic, go and prepare the coffin and shroud for me, I want to send the national teacher off personally, old man."

Mrs. Jiang came out from the back room with red eyes, and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes when she saw Zhao Ran: "Ah Xian, you are back."

Zhao Ran walked over to support her and said, "I had a fight with grandpa..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, only to hear Mrs. Jiang say from inside the room: "Ah Xian, come in."

Zhao Ran had no choice but to turn around and enter the room. Mrs. Jiang pointed to the chair in the room and said, "After you arrived in Beijing, there were a lot of things at home, and I haven't been able to have a good chat with you. Now that I think about it, there is one important matter that has not yet been discussed." I can talk to you."

"Grandpa, tell me."

Mrs. Jiang said: "You have reached the age of weak crown, and it is time to choose characters. When my grandfather was young, he was greatly favored by your grandfather. He made an appointment with him to marry a daughter to him and a son in the future. When the eldest son is born, each will take one." The word name, your name was chosen by your grandfather, it is obvious. It is obvious, I want to choose the word..."

Zhaoran hurriedly said: "Zhaoran."

Old Mr. Jiang recited silently: "Zhaoran, clear the world, clearly see it! Good words." He said with satisfaction, "Since you have such a heart, I can rest assured."

He seemed a little emotional as he spoke, and sighed: "In the future... your uncle is not here, and the family may depend on you. You just need to remember that you are worthy of your name."

Zhao Ran couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, Fu Heng deliberately wanted to kill the national teacher."

"I don't know, since the national teacher has been carried to Shengxiantai, he can only die, otherwise he can afford to lose face, and the emperor can't afford to lose face." Old Mrs. Jiang sighed softly, "But I'm afraid Dao Zhezi goes up, I am afraid that Ji Xiao will not make it easier for me before he dies, I am worthy of the world, but I may not be able to be worthy of you."

But Zhaoran thought in his heart that as long as he went to Shengxiantai, Lianfang would definitely be able to kill the national teacher, just like she killed Master He.

Just what is this method?

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Zhao Ran came out, Ah Ning hurried over and said, "Master!"

"Let's talk in the house." Zhao Ran went back to the house, pushed all the things on the table on the ground, took out the few talismans brought from the He family and spread them on the table.

Zhao Ran took a piece of talisman, leaned on the table to carefully look at its thickness, and smelled its smell carefully, and then licked it lightly, this piece of talisman paper was no different from ordinary talisman paper.

What exactly is this method?