Ji Zijing has been a little troubled recently. He was originally a famous scholar in Xiye City, but because of his family, he reluctantly gained some fame.
But because he did not have this ambition, after passing the examination as a scholar, he took the examination several times, but failed again.
The worst person in their family had passed the exam, so when Ji Zijing failed the examination many times, his father was furious and simply locked him in the mountains and forced him to study hard.
Unexpectedly, this played into his hands. Without the control of his parents, he spent many days in the mountains singing to the wind and the moon, and he was so happy.
This went back and forth over time, and as Ji Zijing spent a long time interacting with woodcutters, charcoal men, monks, and hermits in the mountains, Ji Zijing gradually gained some fame.
Everyone knew that their Ji family had such a famous person who regarded fame as dirt, and the news spread further and further, becoming more and more mysterious. It is even said that he did not keep a fire in winter and did not fan in summer.
But in fact, it was just because Ji Zijing's parents died and he was not good at management, so his family gradually fell into decline. He couldn't afford to live in the city anymore, so he simply moved back to the mountains. It's just that he is famous enough, so he can still rely on some friends to support him.
As for why it is said that he did not warm himself by the fire in winter and did not fan himself in summer, it was just because life in the mountains was poor and he was quite helpless.
Even because of the inconvenient transportation, there were times when no one was able to help him, so he had to have a full meal and a hungry meal.
As for paper, pen, ink, and bedding, there is no guarantee. So often when he got excited, he would simply inscribe on the wall and use bricks as a pillow for his bed.
But I never thought that the more this happened, the more people would be surprised when they saw it, and the fame would become even stronger.
On this day, he was sleeping soundly in his dream out of boredom. Suddenly a mouse crawled across his face and woke him up.
When he was angry, he grabbed a brick as a pillow and threw it at the mouse. Unfortunately, the mouse was very flexible and escaped quickly, while the bricks fell apart.
Ji Zijing looked at the broken bricks with some regret, feeling that he was too impulsive. Suddenly, he found a few small words carved on the corner of the broken brick.
He felt surprised that he had been holding this brick as a pillow for so long without noticing it, so he took a closer look.
He found that seventeen characters had been arranged on the brick before it was fired. The brick was engraved with "On the 11th day of August in the year of Wu, this brick was thrown into pieces by a rat." This time happened to be the Shenshi time on August 11th of the Wu year, just as predicted on the brick.
Surprised, Ji Zijing looked at the fragments again and found the name and seal of the craftsman on them.
He immediately packed up the broken bricks and left the house, went down the mountain, found an ox cart and took him along the way to find the craftsman nearby.
Because he himself was quite famous in Xiye City, everyone was quite surprised when they heard about this incident, so they all helped to inquire and quickly found the craftsman.
Ji Zijing brought the broken bricks to visit the craftsman, showed him the broken bricks, and asked him about the details.
"I have looked at these fragments carefully," the craftsman said. "I did burn these bricks, but the words on them were engraved by a wise man."
"He was once kind to me and gave me guidance when I was confused, so I followed his instructions and carved these words into the brick."
"Do you know where he lives now?" Ji Zijing asked quickly.
"He lives in Gumo City, not far from here." The craftsman replied, "I can give you a location, but he often travels around. I don't know if you can see him as you wish."
Ji Zijing thanked him again and again. After knowing the location, he immediately went to the wise man's residence and asked to see him.
Several young-looking people came out of the door politely and ushered him in. They didn't think it was strange that he was in ragged clothes.
After Ji Zijing took his seat, several young people began to chat with him.
After hearing Ji Zijing's intention to come, a young man bowed and said, "I'm sorry to tell you that Master Qianxian has been traveling for several months, but we have also been looking forward to your visit for a long time."
Seeing Ji Zijing's puzzled expression, the young man continued, "Because Qianxian Master predicted that you would come here today before he left for the trip. Your name is Ji Zijing, and you are a scholar in Xiye City."
Ji Zijing was extremely surprised. He didn't expect the other party to know this. When I heard that he was an immortal master, I still couldn’t respect him.
After all, although he didn't deserve fame, he always envied the deeds of those immortals. In addition, after traveling for many years, he had long been indifferent to worldly affairs, but became more and more obsessed with the immortality of immortals.
He immediately asked, "Are you all disciples of the Qianxian Master? I wonder what the significance of wanting to be under the name of the Qianxian Master is like me?"
Several young people laughed and said, "We are all people around Gumo, and we all come here to admire the name of Qianxian Master."
"But Qianxian Master never accepts disciples, but I can't help but wait here to talk."
"We also heard that Mr. Ji came recently, so we gathered here to wait for him."
"I heard that Mr. Ji is a famous scholar in Xiye. We are just going to ask Mr. Ji for advice." After saying this, all the young people bowed down.
Although Ji Zijing was fond of pursuing mysteries, he would never dare to make mistakes with the Immortal Master. But he couldn't resist the kindness of everyone, so he reluctantly agreed to chat.
Unexpectedly, the more we chatted, the more surprised he became. Although these young people looked young, their conversation was very good and their knowledge was quite far-reaching. He couldn't help but yearn for the Thousand Immortal Masters they called him even more.
Everyone chatted until evening, and several old women brought food to them. Everyone ate and continued to eat. At night, everyone felt that it was too late to see each other.
So several young people invited Ji Zijing to stay. They said, "Qianxian Master is casual in temperament and doesn't allow us to be undisciplined. Since Mr. Ji is here for Qianxian Master, he might as well stay for a few more days. By chance, he will meet him." Even Qianxian Master can’t tell it in person.”
Ji Zijing originally had a free and easy temper, and had nothing to do at home, so he slept with everyone and chatted for three more days.
After three days, Ji Zijing admired Qianxian Master even more, but after lingering for a long time, it became inconvenient and he had to go back.
However, from then on, Ji Zijing would often visit Master Qianxian's residence for half a month or ten years. It's a pity that after several months, I still have a good relationship with Qianxian Master.
Therefore, after returning home that day, Ji Zijing lay on the bedside, feeling extremely depressed.
But thinking about it again, destiny is rare. If I was defeated by this small setback, wouldn't it be too weak of perseverance?
Thinking of this, he simply climbed up, picked up the book and started reading aloud. But what he didn't notice was that beside him, a faint shadow flew out from behind him.
Then, the shadow circled around the top of the mountain where he was, and then flew to the top of a high mountain in the distance. There was a cave on the cliff at the top, and the shadow got into it.
Qian Yunsheng was sitting inside. He looked at Agu and asked with a smile, "How's it going?"
Over the years, Agu has long lost his ignorant appearance in Huangsha Tianbi, and his mind has become much smarter.
He shook his head and said firmly, "It should be almost done. I mean, as long as you subdue this person and let him help us promote it, your reputation will be big enough, right?"
"Over the years, we have been building momentum, and we have finally gained some fame." Qian Yunsheng thought for a while and replied, "Now that Ji Zijing has been added to the mix, I think my name should be in several nearby cities. It will spread throughout the world.”
"In this way, we should have our names in Jialan Temple next time, and we can sneak in easily." Qian Yunsheng squinted and went through his plan in detail.
"With the status of Jialan Temple, we can sneak into Leiyin Temple by using the quota of Jialan Temple when the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is held in a few years."
"I have inquired clearly. On the surface, these temples all respect Leiyin Temple as the co-owner, but in fact they are not affiliated with each other and have their own factions. Unless there is a serious life-threatening incident like before, Leiyin Temple will not take care of it. Come down."
"There are only a few mortals in Jialan Temple now. As long as our wealth is innocent, it will be difficult for them to prevent me from entering the temple."
"When I enter the temple, those few mortals will not be able to cause any trouble. In the end, the quota for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference will always fall into my hands."
"You'd better do it as quickly as possible," Agu yawned and muttered, "It's really boring to spy on those mortals and pretend to be miracles."
"I don't care anyway, you can take care of the next little things. I'm going to stay in the Soul Capture Banner for a while. If you need anything, call me." After that, he went straight in.
Qian Yunsheng shook his head. Ever since Agu stayed with this seed of unknown origin and obviously extremely powerful for a long time, sometimes he felt that he could no longer fool it.
But now is not the time to think about this. The most important thing now is to enter Leiyin Temple with a clean identity. As for this innocent identity, Qian Yunsheng pointed at Jialan Temple.
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Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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