Prince of the Red Chamber wins rebirth

A day later, Master Zhang Xian summoned the little Taoist priest to ask about Jia Zheng's situation. The little Taoist patted his chest and said, "Don't worry! This man has never suffered any crimes at first glance. He started howling a few times, and then hit the stone wall a few times. Huizi is already delusional and hallucinating." Zhang Xianshi nodded, and when he mentioned Jia Zheng, this guy seemed to be obsessed with it.

While half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard a sound from the building. Jia Zheng crawled to the door of the dungeon. He heard a "creak", the door opened, and the sudden sunlight made the dungeon brighter, and suddenly The stab made Jia Zheng close his eyes quickly, but it was too late, he let out a scream, Jia Zheng covered his head with tears in his eyes.The little Taoist didn't seem to have any compassion, but tied Jia Zheng's hands with a rope, and pulled the rope to the ground. At this time, Jia Zheng felt that his eyes could adapt to the Sunshine Building, and he narrowed his eyes, looking around, dumbfounded, very It's strange, isn't the nobleman still in the provincial hospital?On behalf of the Rongguo Mansion, I came in to pay a visit, why did I get here?The little Taoist just tied Jia Zheng to a chair, stripped off his clothes, and stuffed his mouth with a cloth. At this time, Jia Zheng saw that not far from him, there was a red-hot iron stove with a few pieces of iron on it. It looks very small and exquisite, only the size of a thumbnail. What is it for?The little Taoist seemed to have sensed Jia Zheng's thoughts, "This is a branding iron, each of which has words on it, and together it happens to be a "Tao Te Ching". At that time, it caused restlessness in the house, and I will use this Taoist code to imprint on you, so that you can restrain your bad luck, so as not to hinder others. It also happens to let you fully realize during this period, and convert to my teaching as soon as possible, so as not to be subject to it again. The troubles of the world. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one pieces in total, and one is branded every month. After experiencing ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, one just attains the Tao.” After speaking, he pointed the branding iron at Jia Zheng’s chest, and screamed. Zheng then passed out. "Tao can be Tao, very Tao. Name can be named, very famous." In just twelve words, Jia Zheng was tossed to death. Every time he passed out, he had to be woken up by extremely rude means, and then continued to burn. I don't know how long it took for the little Taoist to pack up his things and drag Jia Zheng, who had collapsed, back to the dungeon. With a bang, the dungeon became pitch black again, a quiet and gloomy place. Jia Zheng could only feel his chest on fire. The cloth in his mouth was still there, but he couldn't make a sound. He tried to take out the cloth and raised his arms, but it was in vain. After several attempts, he finally gave up.It was so painful that I couldn't think. If someone saw it, it would be strange whether it was a pile of mud or a person.

Every two hours, the gate of this dungeon will be opened, and the little Taoist priest will apply medicine to Jia Zheng, but this is a painful and happy feeling. The wound that has just been smeared with medicine will have a cool feeling. Zhengdu couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, it was so comfortable, but the medicine seemed to suppress more than just the hot feeling, within a quarter of an hour, he felt unbearable pain, which made people collapse even more than at the beginning.

Three days later, the little Taoist felt that Jia Zheng was in good health, so he took Jia Zheng out again. When he saw the red stove, Jia Zheng's legs trembled and his mouth opened wide, as if he saw something and was shocked. directly collapsed to the ground.The little Taoist just peeled off Jia Zheng's tattered clothes, looked at the place where it was printed the day before yesterday, and observed it carefully, inch by inch, even the smallest details, as if appreciating a work of art, a little, a little The Taoist frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with his work, so he tied Jia Zheng up, but instead of the chair from last time, he wanted a reclining chair. This height was just right for the young Taoist to observe.This time, I didn't act in a hurry. Instead, I was staring at a plate of various tools in a daze. I didn't pick up a knife until half an hour later. It was a stick long but only half an inch wide. Hu Dao, the sharp blade pierced into the skin, as if trying to scrape off a layer of skin. Jia Zheng was in so much pain that he couldn't feel it. Just before he fell into a coma, he suddenly remembered that he accidentally wrote a word while copying a book. Wrong, I just took a small knife and started scraping back and forth on the paper, making a rustling sound. Now I feel like that piece of paper, being disliked by others, so I started to scrape, once and for all...

Waking up again, Jia Zheng realized that he no longer knew what pain was, and was just staring at the roof stupidly with his eyes glazed over.

Many years later, there was a story circulating in Qingxu Temple. Long, long ago, there was a dutiful son who was filial to his parents and loved his brothers. In order to heal his grandmother, this son made a great wish in this pure and empty view, willing to spread Taoism all his life, and tattooed 99 characters of the Taoist law "Tao Te Ching" on his body to eliminate bad luck, spread Taoism, and universal salvation All sentient beings left their last wishes when they were dying. They used their own skins to alert the world, and used their own skins to make a big drum in front of the temple. The drums sounded every morning, and the sound reached their ears, atonement for the world.

The literati and inkmen in the past all left calligraphy treasures, and this matter was spread along with lying on the ice and seeking carp.