[Red Chamber] Jia Lian has an ancestor system

Jia Lian woke up from a nightmare, her heart was beating wildly, her breath was unsteady, and she was sweating profusely, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

A gentle and kind woman came over and said: "Second Master, you are awake. I heard you raving just now, and you didn't wake up after calling you a few times. Come on, wipe the sweat off your face." A face towel is coming to wipe his face.

"Ping'er?" Jia Lian shook his head slightly, stared at Ping'er again, and called out in doubt, "Ping'er?"

Ping'er laughed and said, "Second Master, what's the matter? But after walking around in a dream, you won't remember me when you wake up?"

Jia Lian didn't answer, turned over and got off the bed, regardless of only wearing a loose silver-blue shirt.Ping'er picked up a long gown and followed, and put it on Jia Lian.

"At any rate, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and the second master has caught a cold carefully."

Jia Lian came to the courtyard in a long gown. He looked around and looked up. Sure enough, he was at home, indeed in the mansion, not on the road of exile, nor in the bitter cold kiln.

He, reborn, is back.

Ping'er looked at Jia Lian, very puzzled: "What's wrong with Second Master?"

"Don't worry about it, hurry up and prepare the three animal wine ceremony, I'm going to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors."

Before Ping'er could answer, he heard laughter coming from the main room: "Hey, which song did the second master sing? It's neither Christmas nor New Year's Day, so what kind of wine ceremony should you prepare? You It can be seen that I can't even take out half of the money right now, I have pawned two of my gold collars, the rent has not been paid, and the pawned things can't be redeemed, where did you get the money for the sacrifice?"

With a crash, the door curtain was thrown open, and Wang Xifeng glared at Jia Lian with an angry face.

Jia Lian was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the time when she was reborn was the time when the mansion ran into a financial shortfall and the Grand View Garden had just finished copying and checking.

After another two years, Jia's house was ransacked and exiled. The two masters and Brother Zhen died on the road of exile one after another. , and finally died in the cold kiln.

Thinking of all the things he experienced in his previous life, Jia's mansion used to be so beautiful, but it was not completed like that in the end, and the master of the family didn't die well... Jia Lian couldn't help his nose sore, and tears filled his eyes. Sister Feng argued, and only strode out of the courtyard gate.

In the Jia's ancestral hall located in Ningguo Mansion, Jia Lian bolted the gate of the ancestral hall, and knelt alone in front of the ancestor's spiritual throne, crying profusely, which made everyone outside the door anxious.

Chief Lai Erda came after hearing the news, and seeing the servants and maidservants gathered outside the gate of the ancestral hall, some lying on the crack of the door to watch, some leaning against the gate to listen, coughed heavily.

"What's the matter? How did the second master come here in such a good manner? And he locked the door?"

Xing'er said: "I don't know either. I was guarding at the second gate when I saw the second master's clothes were disheveled and his hair was disheveled. He had a very bad expression and said he wanted to come over."

"But you had a quarrel with Second Mistress?"

"I didn't hear any disturbances going on inside. In previous years, I didn't say that I would kneel down in the ancestral hall..."

In the ancestral hall, Jia Lian knelt on the futon with both knees and prostrated himself on the ground. The crying gradually stopped, leaving only a little sobbing.

After a while, Jia Lian straightened up, looked at the spiritual tablets lined up on the high table, and said sadly: "The ancestors are above all, it is the fault of the children and grandchildren, it is the fault of the children - but since the ancestors all chose me to return Yang Jian, of course, also hopes that I can do something so that the two governments will not be destroyed and their families will not be separated."

Jia Lian wiped away his tears, and said again: "The period of rebirth is also the time of decline. If the ancestors don't help me, how can I change the situation by myself?"

It turned out that when Jia Lian was dying, all the ancestors of the Jia family rushed over: Jia Yan, Jia Yuan, Jia Daihua, Jia Daishan, Jia Jing, Jia She, Jia Zheng, Jia Zhen, a total of eight people .

"Ancestors, are you here to pick up your child?" Jia Lian asked.

But Jia Daishan sternly reprimanded: "Unworthy descendants, dandies! Hurry up and kneel down!"

Jia Lian was so frightened that he plopped and knelt down on the muddy floor of the cold kiln.

"And you!" Jia Daishan glared at Jia She, Jia Zheng, and Jia Zhen.

The three of them also knelt on the ground together. Jia Amnesty and Jia Zhen didn't say a word, only Jia Zheng cried, "It's my son who is not filial!"

"When I left, such a large family property was handed over to you, but what did you do to it? You only know how to be extravagant and lustful, why have you ever paid attention to your ancestors!" Jia Daishan was so angry His face was flushed.

Jia Daihua at the side stopped Jia Daishan and said: "The matter has come to this, why bother to get angry, time is short, let's get down to business."

Jia Jing took out a golden elixir from the sandalwood box and said, "Jia Lian obeyed, and the sage ancestors helped us refine a golden elixir for the sake of our Jia family's ancestors and ancestors' collective cultivation. This one The golden elixir has condensed the wishes of several of us, and those who take this golden elixir can bind the ancestral system, and if we go back to the past, we will definitely change everything."

Jia Yuan said: "Exactly, only by changing everything can we live up to our ancestors."

But Jia Lian cried: "Ancestors, how can I stop the collapse of the building by myself? The first and second masters have higher official positions than me, so why not choose them..."

Before he finished speaking, Jia Daishan scolded fiercely: "Idiots, you are still making excuses. The souls of Jia Amnesty and Jia Zheng have been captured by impermanence, registered in the case, and cannot be reborn. The mission of saving the family can only be done." It's up to you to do it."

Jia Lian looked at his grandfather in bewilderment, suddenly feeling absurd.

Jia Yan also hurriedly urged: "Stop moaning, child, you quickly take the golden elixir, the eight of us, just use the eight-door array to open the door of reincarnation for you, and help you to be reborn first."

When Jia Lian had time to refute, Jia Daishan stuffed the golden pill into his mouth without saying a word.

"Let's go, if you don't leave impermanence, you will come to ecstasy."

……

Jia Lian knelt on the dumpling, and wailed for a while, before he heard a voice in his head: "Unworthy descendants, you can understand our painstaking efforts, and you still have some conscience and wisdom."

Jia Lian was taken aback for a moment, and looked around, but there was no figure or soul.

But there was another "ding", "The system is successfully bound to the host".

Jia Lian stood up, looked around the ancestral hall, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Fortunately, the system spoke again: "You have already died once, what are you afraid of?"

Jia Lian asked suspiciously, "Are you? Grandpa? Grandpa?"

"Don't ask me which ancestor I am, this system was developed by several ancestors, and it conveys the wishes of the ancestors."

Jia Lian was silent for a while, and understood that this was the so-called "ancestral system".It sounds mysterious, but it is much easier to understand if it is explained by "soul possession".

"If you really want to save Ningrong and Rongfu and the Jia family, you must follow the system's instructions, otherwise you will still have to go to that step."

"Yes, the child must obey the instructions."

"Take a task first to see if you are sincere." The system said.

In front of Jia Lian's eyes, an interface appeared instantly, which read——

[Task [-]: Clean the ancestral hall, light incense and candles. 】

Specific content: After receiving the task, the host needs to clean the ancestral hall in person for seven consecutive days, and light incense and candles.

Task reward: a key character clue.

This task was easy, and Jia Lian clicked "Receive" without hesitation.

The gate of the ancestral hall opened with a creak, and the servants and maids standing outside looked at Jia Lian in unison.

Lai Er asked cautiously: "Is Er Ye okay?"

Jia Rong also came over. Seeing that Jia Lian's eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids were still swollen, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Second Uncle today?"

Jia Lian straightened his clothes and face, and said seriously, "I will come to clean the ancestral hall every day for the next seven days. You don't have to follow me, and you don't have to ask too many questions."

Lai Er hurriedly led a group of servants and maidservants away, Xing'er saw this and said: "Then I'll prepare the horse first."

At this time, Jia Rong hadn't experienced warmth and cold, let alone rebirth, he was still the same as before, and said with a playful smile: "I heard that there are some new singers in Jinxiangyuan, second uncle, why don't we go and listen to it another day. "

Jia Lian glared at Jia Rong with disgust and sharp eyes, which made Jia Rong's hair stand on end.He couldn't help salivating and asked in a low voice, "What happened to Second Uncle?"

"I want to clean the ancestral hall, so it's inconvenient to go." Jia Lian started to leave, and then said to Jia Rong, "In my opinion, you are still in filial piety, restrain yourself a little, and you should restrain yourself in the future. "

Say it and walk away.

Jia Rong was left with a puzzled expression.

When Jia Lian was still crying in the ancestral hall, the ear gods passed the news to Wang Xifeng's ears.

Ping'er said suspiciously: "Today, the second master babbled a lot during his afternoon nap, and he woke up sweating. I don't know if he had a nightmare. I went to pay my respects for peace of mind."

But Wang Xifeng snorted: "I'm curious about that. I've done a lot of work in the house on weekdays, and I haven't seen him feel guilty. He doesn't have the courage to kill and set fire. What kind of nightmare can make him so big?" Individuals are also afraid."

Jia Lian went back to Rongguo Mansion, went to Lai Da first, and asked him to go down and buy some incense, candles, lamp oil, paper money and other things.

Xing'er went back to Sister Feng's yard alone and told the details, which made Wang Xifeng even more curious.

At sunset, when she returned to the yard after serving the old lady for dinner, she saw Jia Lian lying on the bed in the side room reading "Zhu Zi's Family Instructions".

Wang Xifeng was so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut: "Did the second master change his temper?"

"It's really good in this book, 'Start at dawn, clean up the court', I will go to sweep the ancestral hall tomorrow."

"What kind of dream did you have today that you could let the second master, who is in his daily clothes, stretch out his hand and open his mouth to pick up the broom to clean the ancestral hall? Huh?" Sitting by the bed, Wang Xifeng pushed Jia Lian, trying to be gentle with him.

Unexpectedly, Jia Lian sat up immediately, without any emotion: "I need to be alone for a few days, and your body is not in good condition. Go back to the house first."

Wang Xifeng made fun of herself, so she had to say: "Are you still worrying about money? Although the mid-autumn and Chongyang Festival gifts cost a lot of silver taels, Yuanyang has already packed up things that the old lady doesn't need, and solved this urgent need." The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and when the land rent is paid in September, the old lady’s things can be redeemed, so why are you still frowning?”

Jia Lian didn't answer directly, but said, "You will understand later."

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