Jia Jing, national teacher of the Red Chamber

The Wuzi Day of the Jiawu month in the Renchen year is a good day for everything.

But for the newly appointed Jia Jing, he was devastated and didn't know what to do.

He was originally a professionally trained magic stick, so he naturally knew something about souls, and he could accept going back to another world after death.But after sleeping, the world changed drastically, and he obviously didn't turn into a baby, and he didn't drink Mengpo soup. This... still takes some time.

When Jia Jing woke up again, he was very hungry. Under the noon sun, the paint on the high beams above his head had faded to [-]% or [-]% of the color, and even the reliefs were only left with deep and shallow traces.The weather was hot, and beside the bed was a blue-gray bed curtain as thin as a gauze, hung on both sides by two greenish copper hooks.

Turning over, the bronze mirror standing on the table reflected his silhouette. He is the old man of Ningfu. Jia Jing, who is in his forties this year, has been a monk and practiced Taoism in Xuanzhen Temple outside the capital for nearly a year. .

As for the profession of magic stick, it was naturally mixed in ancient times, such as Fengshui divination, alchemy and praying for rain, you don't need to do it secretly and secretly, and you don't have to worry about being labeled as discordant at any time.

Who said that Feng Shui is a lie, who said that alchemy is selling fake medicine?

Jia Jing spit, he is professionally trained.Ever since he practiced to become a talent according to the ancestral broken book, he has never missed a hand.

But now, he has other things to worry about.

The memories in his head that didn't belong to him were in a mess.

The original owner was originally the heir to Duke Ningguo's title. Although the original first-class Duke in his generation was only left with the third-rank uncle, the title was passed on to his son; the original owner was originally the owner of Ningguo Mansion. The income is 3 to 100 taels, and the real estate plus cash is also about 100 million taels. The family also supports nearly [-] people, but the Ningguo Mansion is already owned by his son; the original owner was originally the patriarch of the Jia family. More than [-] clan members in the ancestral house are under his management, well, the patriarch also gave it to his son; the original owner was originally a Jinshi in the Bingchen period, and he also worked as a fifth-rank Hanlin Academy editor. This cannot be given to his son, and he resigned on his own initiative up.

So what did he bring to Xuanzhen Temple?

Four boxes of commonly used clothes and utensils, a box of jade pendant pendant, 200 taels of silver, and a long-standing and easy-going servant.

The face in the mirror is yellow with black, his cheeks are fleshless, his eyes are lifeless, his lips are blue and purple, and his long hair looks like dry grass. He is obviously malnourished. This is why he wakes up. I feel so hungry.

After the original owner gave his son all the things passed down by Lord Ningguo, within half a year, his son tended not to care about him much.Originally on the fifteenth day of the lunar new year to send things, today is already the third day of the seventh lunar month, and the people in Ningguo Mansion haven't even seen a picture of clothes.

The dignified former patriarch, Jia Jing, who used to own millions of fortunes, naturally wouldn't starve to death, but if it was double cultivation day and night, plus unrestrained eating of the elixir he practiced, plus It's really hard to say that I can't eat much because of the pill.

Jia Jing picked up the pill box on the bedside, it was made of red sandalwood, it was heavy in his hands, and it still had a scent, very precious.But from this, it can be seen that the original owner's level of alchemy is really limited, and the red sandalwood itself has medicinal properties, so if it is used to release medicine, it will not mess up the effect.

Opening the medicine box, Jia Jing smiled.The black clumps in the medicine box are not so much pills, but the residues of medicinal materials.It's no wonder that the original owner slowly stuffed the herbs into an alchemy furnace without adding any water according to the pill book he found from nowhere.The underground fire of the stove was turned on, and it burned for 49 days. Didn't the medicinal materials in it carbonize early?

Looking at the lumps of black charcoal, Jia Jing rummaged through the room, found a thin needle in a certain corner, stabbed lightly in his hand, and squeezed out a little bit less than a quarter of a drop. A little bit of blood was wiped on the pieces of black charcoal, and a golden light appeared, and the black charcoal turned into a round brown pill, and the golden light could be faintly seen shining in it.

very good!As long as this skill is still there, he can continue to be his Daoist with peace of mind, and it doesn't matter if his son doesn't support him.He can continue to rely on his alchemy, divination, rain-seeking and fortune-telling skills to save himself a large family fortune.

Jia Jing carefully broke off a small piece from the pill and put it in his mouth.Yes, they are all good medicinal materials.After taking a pill, Jia Jing felt much better. Although the face in the bronze mirror was still black and yellow, but at least the eyes had a radiance, and after recuperation, it would naturally return to normal.

The original owner has a good memory. His son Jia Zhen was also a famous handsome man when he was young, and he never stopped visiting matchmakers. His grandson Jia Rong is only 13 years old this year.

Therefore, although Jia Jing now has the appearance of a shriveled old man, he is a real potential stock.

Although Jia Jing doesn't care much about appearance, but as an alchemist, especially an alchemist who wants to get ahead, if you have a sick body and a sallow face, who will believe that the elixir you practice will be effective? Woolen cloth.

Pushing open the wooden door, Jia Jing walked out facing the noon sun. Before he could take a deep breath of fresh air, he heard an exclamation.

"Master Dao is awake!"

As soon as Jia Jing turned his head, he saw two people wearing blue Taoist robes rushing out from the corner of the room. One was in his early forties, and the other looked no older than twenty. Seeing Jia Jing coming out of the house, both of them were shocked. You are happy, "This is great."

According to the character of the original owner, Jia Jing glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, and immediately the two of them turned off the fire, and said, "Master Dao, do you want some food?" There was a lot of joy in his calm voice.Master Dao took the elixir yesterday morning, and fell asleep after that, and never got up.Although the two of them in the middle wanted to go in and take a look, but if they disturbed the Taoist priest, there would be no good fruit to eat.

Now Dao Lord finally came out, he seems to be in good spirits, everything will be fine.

"I'll go around, you guys go get food." Jia Jing walked away with his hands behind his back. In his impression, the elder of the two men was Li Shun, his long follower who served him since he was a child. , became the patriarch, and this person also became the chief steward of the inner palace, and this time he also took the initiative to come to Xuanzhen Temple, and he has been loyal for decades.As for the young one, his name is Lai Fu, and he seems to be a relative of the current chief housekeeper, Lai Sheng.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two came back with food.

When he opened the lid of the basket, Jia Jing lost his appetite.If there were nearly [-] servants in the original owner's house, he brought two of them here, and none of them were cooks.

But no matter how hungry you are, you still have to eat, but before Jia Jing put his first mouthful of food, there was a voice from outside: "Ningfu's deliverer has arrived."

The complexions of the three people are not good, it is three days late, and Ning Mansion is only two or three hours away from here.The weather these days has been pretty good. Although it's a little hotter, it's by no means to the point where I can't go out.

Jia Jing arranged the chopsticks, put them on the table, and said, "You two follow me to have a look."

Before he reached the gate of the courtyard, he heard a burst of yelling and cursing: "You gang of unworthy slaves know how to ruin the reputation of the grandfather."

"The family business that the grandfather has worked so hard to let you ruin it like this, this old slave is heartbroken!"

Jia Jing didn't feel anything when he heard it, but Li Shun and Lai Fu beside him both looked ashamed.

Turning the corner, two carriages stopped at the side entrance of Xuanzhen Temple.The door was pushed halfway open, not enough for the carriage to enter and exit. An old man with white hair and white beard was leaning on the shaft of the carriage in front. Open-eyed little bastard."

This white-haired and white-bearded old man is Jiao Dalai who has been yelling and scolding just now.Around him was a group of boys who were only in their teens, who wanted to cover Jiao Da's mouth, but they didn't dare to do it.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more out of hand, Li Shun, who was behind Jia Jing just now, hurried forward and pulled Jiao Da over.Li Shun was only in his early forties this year, half of Jiao Da's age, and he exerted more strength in his hands, and before Jiao Da could react, he staggered and pulled him into the gate.He turned his head and winked again, and the gang of boys just woke up like a dream, those who opened the door opened the door, those who led the horse led the horse, and pulled things into Xuanzhen Temple.

Jia Jing stood on the steps and looked around, and then went in together.

The weather was already hot, Jiao Da cursed again and again, he sweated a lot, and he was very sober from the wine.Seeing Jia Jing standing in front of him, he saluted knowingly and called out "Master."

It's not easy to get Jiao Da to say "Master". The "Grand Ye" in Jiao Da's mouth always refers to the original Ning Guogong. Now Jia Zhen can only use the word "Master" in front of him, but when Jia Rong is there, he can only snort coldly. up.

Perhaps the original Jia Jingzhong was a Jinshi and a fifth-rank official. In Jiao Da's eyes, he barely inherited a small part of Ning Guogong's character, so although Jiao Da was dizzy, he still knew the rules. Standing upright.

Standing in front of him, Jia Jing was about to be suffocated to death. In his memory, Jiao Da in front of him had been drinking day and night since more than ten years ago, and now he was drinking from morning to now, his breath was full of breath. A stink of wine.Jia Jing frowned and took three steps back.

But this news still has to be asked. After all, he took over the body of the original owner and sent the original Jia Jing somewhere to be a lonely ghost. Naturally, he wanted to take care of his funeral.Now the original owner's son obviously has a tendency not to be filial, so he can naturally manage it.

"My grandfather has been there for more than 20 years..." Jia Jing sighed, turned his gaze to Jiao Da and said, "You are still in good health." Jia Jing was going to ask who sent this errand today, but asking rashly made people suspicious. , so we have to figure it out slowly.