Jia Jing, national teacher of the Red Chamber

Jiao Daban lowered his head, staring at Jia Jing from the corner of his eye, and naturally received Jia Jing's caring eyes.Under the influence of alcohol, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said excitedly: "This old servant is strong, and he can still do more things for Ningguo Mansion with this old bone."

Jia Jing nodded, and continued with great satisfaction: "It's hot weather, you can have this kind of heart. If you hadn't tried your best to save the grandfather..." Jia Jing said here, and pretended to pick up his sleeve and wipe the corners of his eyes. He held his breath, took a step forward, and said, "You still want to watch Ningguo Mansion regain its former glory."

Jiao Da was so excited that he was about to cry, he choked up and said: "Master never said this to this old slave, this old slave thinks... this old slave thinks..."

Thinking that he didn't care about Ningguo Mansion, Jia Jing curled his lips inwardly, the original owner didn't care.But now, not necessarily.

Jia Jing looked at Jiao Da almost crying, and decided to work harder. "Who sent you this errand? You go back and tell them, just say that I said it, and you are not allowed to send you these errands in the future. If it weren't for you, where did the Ningguo Mansion come from? Where did this big family come from? Wealth can be enjoyed.”

The original owner probably didn't want to say such words. Jia Jing could feel a little bit of anger and unwillingness when he put a slave on his head, but he said it without any pressure, and the effect of these words was really good. The person in front of him The tears are really down.

Jiao Da wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "Don't worry, sir, they dare not bully Jiao Da. Today I heard Lai Sheng's job, so I just followed here." Jiao Da smiled, "Before leaving Butler Lai was afraid that I would be bored on the road, so he gave me a jug of wine."

Jia Jing recalled the servants of the Ningguo Mansion whom he met at the gate just now, seeing that none of them were in their twenties, they were all young and inexperienced servants, Lai Sheng gave Jiao Da another jug ​​of wine, this The tricks are so low-level, does Jia Zhen really think his father is as stupid as him?

"Okay." Jia Jing said as if he couldn't get used to Jiao Da's painful tears, "You are already old. Ask them to bring you some water. You go to the front hall and wait. It's cool there." As for who they were referring to, Jia Jing didn't know either, there were only so many people in Xuanzhen Temple, let's see who Jiao Daneng could command.

After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the room without waiting for Jiao Da's answer.

To say that the Ningguo family has a big business, with an annual income of about 3 to 40 taels. When Jia Jing left home, he still had 20 million taels of silver in his account.Jia Jing brought two servants to live in Xuanzhen Temple, and the monthly payment to Taoist Temple was only three or five taels of silver. Many of the medicinal materials for alchemy were accumulated in the early years, and the money used to buy medicinal materials was probably the same amount, even if the original owner was added. He can't spend [-] taels of silver a month for those men and women who are used for double cultivation in the dark room.

For Jiazhen's stepwife alone, the monthly salary is only 20 taels, not counting other public expenses such as jewelry, clothes and food.

broken!The original owner also raised five people in the dark room, two women and three men!

Jia Jing slapped the table and stood up, but the stool fell down because of too much movement.With a bang, Jia Jing's steps stopped again.Can't go now, there are too many people outside the yard.When those people were transported in, they avoided people, and when they were sent out, they couldn't be seen by others.

Strictly speaking, Jia Jing did not become a monk in Xuanzhen Temple to practice Taoism, because the Taoist temple did not accept him at all.As an elder who can offer incense in Xuanzhen Temple, Jia Jing is very popular, but as a Taoist who is dedicated to cultivating Taoism and wants to be attached to Xuanzhen Temple and has not yet started, Jia Jing will not bring much benefit .

Although this Xuanzhen Temple is not as famous as Qingxu Temple, the Taoist priests in it are also wholeheartedly devoted to Taoism.After asking Jia Jing a few questions, several older Taoist priests in the Taoist temple felt that Jia Jing had no relationship with Taoism and did not allow him to officially name him.Jia Jing lives in the courtyard for the guests who come to do rituals in the Taoist temple, in other words, just give money.

As for the view of emptiness and emptiness, people didn't accept Jia Jing's famous invitation at all.

The gate of this small courtyard opens in an alley behind Xuanzhen Temple, and the back door communicates with the garden of Xuanzhen Temple.There was usually no one coming and going in that alley, and it was very quiet. The Taoist priests in the temple had their own places to go, and they didn't have much to say to Jia Jing, so the people in the dark room had been raised for almost two months, and no one noticed.

But we still have to send people out. These people were all bought from Ren Yazi in the name of buyers. Although Jia Jing held their deeds in his hand, Jia Jing felt uncomfortable when he thought about it. , Shuangxiu is not cultivated in this way. Is this obviously a mending, or is it being mended? It depends on how thin his face has become.

The sun at noon made people drowsy. Jia Jing had just been here for a few days, and his body hadn't recuperated yet. After a while, he became very sleepy, so he climbed into bed again and took a nap.

Jia Jing had a dream, in which he experienced the original owner's life and dreams as a bystander.When he wakes up, he can still feel the throbbing and joy in his heart. All in all, if he wants to use his body thoroughly and put aside the so-called cause and effect, he must meet two conditions: one is to refine the elixir of immortality, and the other is to become a The real Daoist.

Sighing, the Immortality Pill is quite easy. Originally, he modified the Huiyang Jiuni Decoction, adding a few herbs that lock in Yang Qi, and adding some diluted blood, which can at least make people survive for three days. After explaining all the things that should be explained before leaving.Now, if the blood is thicker, it must last longer. Moreover, when he tasted the medicinal materials, he found that the medicinal materials here are stronger.There is probably no problem with the elixir of immortality, as long as you don't stop the medicinal materials, just keep taking it.

As for Lord Dao, isn't he already good enough now? He dare not call himself full of skills that the original owner couldn't ask for, but he has ninety percent of them.Let alone Daoist Master, even if the original owner's wish is the ultimate goal of Daoist Master's profession - national teacher, it is no problem for him.However, in addition to full basic skills, this national teacher profession also needs to be familiar in front of the emperor, and must also be familiar with the emperor's heart, which is a bit difficult.

It was dinner time as soon as Jia Jing woke up, and the dinner was still as light as noon, even thinner than noon. "Alas..." Jia Jing let out a long sigh, and put down his chopsticks, he couldn't eat any meat.

Just when Jia Jing was thinking about how long it would be before he could eat meat, Lai Fu came in with a small box.This box is the same as the box he found next to the bed to put the pills, it is not ordinary.

Laifu put the box on the table and asked, "Which one would the Taoist want tonight?"

When Jia Jing wanted to understand what was going on, he almost broke his expressionless face, grabbed the box and threw it out.None!

In this box is the Shuangxiu medicine that he bought at a large price. He takes one pill every three days, and then he does some exercises that he thinks are good for his body.

"Forget it for today." Jia Jing rested his hand on the box, "Put down the medicine, you can go."

Jia Jing and Li Shun were left in the room. With the tip of Jia Jing's index finger down, he tapped the box twice with his nails and asked, "How did those five people... come from?" I told Li Shun that I wanted to find some young children, male or female, and they were sent to the dark room not long after.In Jia Jing's memory, Li Shun did everything seamlessly, and he could still feel the reassurance of Li Shun in his heart, but if he didn't understand the matter, how could he sleep well.

Li Shun lowered his head and said in a steady voice, "Don't worry, my lord, I'm only looking for people who have sold death contracts... and they are not local." Although this kind of thing is not publicized, no one has done two things in private. It's nothing more than whether it has been discovered, or if the hands and feet are not clean.

"You take me to see."

The dark room is in the basement of the room in the yard that was originally a warehouse. The warehouse was originally shady, cold and damp. In the evening of August, the room was very stuffy and hot, which made it a little more irritable.

Li Shun pushed away a large vat in the corner of the room, revealing a wooden board with iron hooks hanging on it.

Perhaps this Xuanzhen Temple was not a serious place in the first place, otherwise why would there be such a secret dark room in the courtyard where the guest lived, Jia Jing felt a little less guilty.But confinement in a dark room or something, it's too unsightly.

Hiding things in the dark room is nothing. Everyone has a secret. Originally, Jia Jing would keep his treasured medicines or secret recipes in the bank safe, or find a secret place at home to hide them.But Tibetans are very confusing. This is still the legendary semi-feudal and semi-slavery system. If a slave signs a death contract, it can be said that he is a member of the master's family and a dead man of the master's family. Even if you use it as flower fertilizer, only With the contract in hand, the government will not take care of it.

In other words, these five people in the dark room have signed death contracts, no matter what Jia Jing uses them for, no one will care, so why did the original owner insist on hiding them?Jia Jing couldn't figure it out, he inherited the original owner's memory, and occasionally could feel the original owner's emotions, for example, when he saw Jiao Da last time, he felt a little anxious, but he couldn't grasp the original owner's thoughts at all. .

Li Shun held the oil lamp in front, and the two of them walked down the steps for about ten steps, and arrived at a dark room less than two meters high. The dark room was rectangular, less than twenty square meters, and several beds were placed along the wall. On it lay five people who were used by the original owner for double cultivation.

Li Shun lit the oil lamp on the table, and the room became slightly brighter.

Seeing someone coming down, the faces of those people were both surprised and scared, but seeing Jia Jing following Li Shun, they all lowered their heads.

Jia Jing was a little embarrassed. He wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but after thinking about it, he just said what he wanted to say directly. Too many foreshadowings made people suspicious.

"Although you guys have signed the death contract, you are not my family slaves." Jia Jing took out a few body contracts from his cuffs, "If you want to leave, I can burn the body contract and give you a free body." With that said, Jia Jing held up the few pieces of paper and put them together in front of the oil lamp.

Except for Li Shun standing behind Jia Jing with lowered eyebrows, the five people looked at each other excitedly and nervously, but none of them spoke first.