In Pei's Incense Hall, a tall mahogany altar table was lined with statues of gods.
In front, there is a golden three-legged incense burner, emitting curls of green smoke, and the tips of the yellow incense inserted at an angle flash red and bright flames.
Under the altar table, on the ground paved with green bricks, Li Xiangjun was kneeling on a futon. This graceful woman clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and silently recited and bowed.
The dark purple dress clings to the curves due to the kneeling movement, and outlines a soft and round shape under the slightly plump waist and ribs, which is in sharp contrast to her daughter.
"Mother." Pei Qiuwei approached softly and called in a low voice:
"I ordered my servants to heat up lunch again. Let's eat as much as we can."
Li Xiangjun opened his eyes, looking obviously haggard, shook his head and said:
"Mom can't eat it."
Pei Qiuwei's eyes turned red and he said:
"Didn't Xie Wensheng say that the disaster in Sanhuang County is over, and people must be on their way back."
Yesterday, after the Yin Yang Academy soared into the sky, a group of "powerful people" who were discussing in the government office immediately set off and rushed to the academy to inquire about the situation.
Those lower-level officials did not know that the prison was here, but the prefect and others knew the inside story.
After arriving at the academy, they were unable to see Jian Zheng, but Xie Wensheng informed him of the general situation and learned that the disaster was over.
Needless to say, the mood of the magistrate, Ye Hongling and others, Pei's mother and daughter were equally excited and delighted, and returned to the mansion to continue waiting.
Li Xiangjun shook his head and said sadly:
"Although the disaster has been stopped, there is still no certainty about the safety of your brother. If you don't see anyone for a day, my mother will not be able to relax."
Pei Qiuwei advised:
"Since Pei Qian is following Ji Sichen and the Taoist saint, nothing will happen to him."
Li Xiangjun didn't say anything and just nodded. This was also the biggest "comfort" in the hearts of mother and daughter during this period.
Seeing that her mother's expression had improved slightly, Pei Qiuwei changed the subject while the iron was hot. She glanced at the Taoist Master and the Buddha Lord standing side by side on the altar table, and said with a headache:
"Mom, why did you invite the Buddha statue back again?"
Because Lanzhou is adjacent to the Southern Tang Dynasty, the presence of Buddhism and Taoism is much higher than in the sacred city.
Not to mention the famous "Yunlin Zen Temple" around Yuhang, there are also many people who worship the Buddha in their homes.
The imperial court turned a blind eye to this. After all, it did not involve large-scale preaching, and the "Taoists" did not care much about folk beliefs... But after all, there was a "state religion" layer, and some officials, dignitaries, and wealthy families More or less, some will be avoided.
In the past, Pei's Incense Hall only worshiped Taoist deities and some Taoist "immortals" derived from folk mythology.
Li Xiangjun sighed, held his handkerchief and said:
"There have been frequent disasters in our family recently, and if there is one more person, there are always more ways to go. Besides, it is said that Buddhism is more effective. For example, in Yunlin Temple, the Avalokitesvara is said to be very effective..."
Just highlight pragmatism.
"..." Pei Qiuwei was speechless.
It stands to reason that Mr. Pei originally followed the martial arts system, and his understanding of spiritual practice was far beyond that of ordinary people, so he should not blindly believe in this.
But considering that the Pei family has suffered successive disasters in recent months, it is not surprising that Li Xiangjun, an ordinary woman, longs for religious support.
"Then it would be better to be more straightforward and enshrine the Imperial Master as well." Pei Qiuwei said.
Hearing this, Li Xiangjun suddenly turned his head and looked outside the courtyard. When he saw his servant leaving the courtyard, he pulled his daughter in a low voice and said:
"My mother has also been thinking about this matter recently. Do you think the recent changes in the state capital are caused by those 'body-stealing monsters'? Your father suspects that maybe... some powerful practitioners from ancient times came to life. "
Pei Qiuwei was startled and said:
"Mom, this is impossible."
Li Xiangjun shook his head and said:
"Wei Niang didn't believe it at first, but what if? Brother You, isn't it... Wei Niang is thinking, if your father's guess is true, then the National Master, the Divine Emperor, the Taoist Master, the Buddha... these great practitioners... Will they also return to the world one after another? The current chaos, including what happened in Sanhuang County, is just a prelude to this big change? "
Although there is no source of information, it is not surprising that the head of the Pei family made this speculation based on his experience and the information collected after experiencing the "Eldest Young Master" incident.
Pei Qiuwei was too shocked to say anything.
The girl raised her head and looked at the golden statues of gods and Buddhas on the altar table. She felt that these dead objects seemed to have come to life, staring at her with strange eyes, and she suddenly felt creepy.
He forced himself to calm down and said:
"If the God Emperor and the Imperial Master are really alive, it won't be a bad thing for our family."
Li Xiangjun was not so confident and said worriedly:
"In the past, the God Emperor gave our family wealth and honor, and it was for the sake of our ancestors. It was also to repay the debt of gratitude. The IOU has long been gone, so where is the kindness that has been unpaid for four hundred years? That's why I want you to consider it. Next Ji Sichen, this person is said to be a close disciple of the Imperial Master. If we can get back on this thread..."
Pei Qiuwei was suddenly urged to marry again, and her cheeks turned red.
However, she is indeed the most talented woman, with quick thinking, and she said in reverse:
"Mom, you should pay more attention to your belly and try to give me a brother as soon as possible."
Li Xiangjun looked sad and was about to speak.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door. The servants ran over excitedly and shouted from a distance:
"Madam! Miss! The third young master is back!"
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Old Willow Street.
"Master, according to the intelligence, the traitor lives here. The mother and son depend on each other, and the time and appearance match."
The red-tasseled heroine shook the portrait in her hand and stared ahead with excited and dangerous eyes.
Behind him is a female hero named Tingxuelou.
The atmosphere was somewhat solemn and solemn.
The owner of Tingxue Tower stood in front of the crowd, with a pair of eyes above the veil with coldness and majesty:
"Seal the surrounding area, Hongying, follow me and knock on the door. Remember not to disturb the neighbors. Jianghu understands the affairs of the Jianghu. Don't want to affect ordinary people. It will also be troublesome for the court."
Everyone clasped their fists and raised their hands: "Yes!"
Immediately, they scattered in all directions.
Only the two girls were left. Under the curious eyes of the calligraphy and painting shop owner and others, they walked into the Mud Vase Lane next door and arrived outside the house of the Fang family's mother and son.
The host gently knocked on the door, but as soon as his hand touched the door panel, the ajar door suddenly opened with a creak.
In the elegant and clean courtyard, under the eaves.
Wearing a coarse cloth skirt, an iron hairpin on her head, and a protruding jaw, the landlady "Fang Ling", who is known in the neighborhood for her aggressive personality, sits quietly on the stone platform under the eaves.
A piece of black cloth was spread out on his legs, with sharp flying knives and silver needles neatly placed on it. He was wiping the weapons bit by bit with his hands used to doing rough work.
Hearing the courtyard door open, "Fang Ling" slowly raised her head. There was no surprise on her slightly thin face, only understanding and viciousness like a she-wolf:
"Nangong Wan, it is indeed you."
The owner of Tingxue Tower, whose real name was revealed, raised his eyebrows and was confused by the other party's calmness. It seemed that... he had already talked about his arrival? Then why not escape?
The red-tasseled heroine next to her lowered her face and said angrily:
"The bold traitor dares to call the owner of the building by his name!"
Nangong Wan interrupted: "Hongying. Let me talk to her."
Hongying said angrily:
"Lord, what do you have to say to this traitor? Just take it down directly. Be careful that she runs away..."
Fang Ling sneered, her eyes desperate, and mocked:
"You've clearly got my weak point, are you still afraid that I'll escape? Tell me, what do you want from me before you let my son go?"
Nangong Wan:? ?
Hongying:! !
The two women were startled at the same time, feeling that something was not right.
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Fulai Inn.
In Room A, No. 3, there was a table of wine and food, and a yellowed old IOU was placed flatly on the table, but the two people at the table turned a blind eye.
Ji Ping'an took off his bamboo hat, and what he revealed was not the appearance of his previous life, nor the true appearance of "Ji Sichen".
It is the appearance of "Li Anping" in the waistcoat.
"Li...Mr. Li?!"
Opposite him, little chubby Fang Shijie's eyes widened and he shouted out the other person's identity.
Although the two parties have never met formally, they live so close to each other, and he is no stranger to the appearance of his tenant, who is quite famous in fortune-telling.
What's going on... The tenant of Yijingzhai is Xingguan?
So, he has been exposed to the other party very early? Who arranged his arrival?
Could it be that everything is just for today...how is that possible?
At this moment, the first-generation God Emperor was greatly moved. Vaguely, he felt that he was just a little insect who had fallen into a spider web quietly woven in the darkness.
I can think of at least thirty episodes of Machiavellian TV series.
But the next second, when he saw "Mr. Li's" eyes clearly and heard the other person's words with emotion and smile, he was really stunned.
"Long time no see, old friend."
Old friend...
friend……
The God-Emperor was in a trance, and a long-standing memory suddenly popped into his mind.
It was the night of the grand ceremony of the founding of the Zhou Dynasty and the coronation of the throne. Civil servants and military generals were eating, drinking and laughing in the palace of the imperial city.
After three rounds of drinking, he, the "emperor", quietly slipped out, carrying a jar of wine, and walked up to the top of the city step by step under the astonished eyes of the soldiers guarding the city.
He waved his hand to drive away the guards who were standing guard, and just danced on the imperial city tower.
It wasn't until he finished venting that he turned to look at the Imperial Master of Zhou who was walking towards the top of the city, wearing a large robe embroidered with a star chart and with long hair.
"National Master, is my country strong?"
"Majestic."
"Is my army strong?"
"powerful."
"Have the things I boasted about back then come true?"
"accomplish."
The God-Emperor laughed loudly. He was wearing a wet dragon robe that had not been trimmed because he was in a hurry. He threw the wine jar against the wall. Hearing the "bang" sound of an explosion, he opened his arms and looked at the lights of thousands of houses. Crying and laughing:
"It's a pity that many of my brothers can't see all this. Do you still remember that back then, you and I started from a small bandit village and our old friends were the first to follow us? Can we survive until today's ceremony, receive rewards, and stand on our side?" How many people are there in this divine city?"
The Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty stood in the night with his hands folded, on top of the city, with an endless sea of bright stars above his head, and in front of him were the lights of thousands of houses on the ground.
His expression was as calm and peaceful as ever, in sharp contrast to the gaffes of a group of founding officials, including the God Emperor.
It seems that these great achievements and achievements that countless people never dare to dream of, and everything that is enough to leave a name in history, are nothing to him.
Grand Master Zhou glanced at the God Emperor and said:
"Your Majesty, after today, there will be no friends, only monarchs and ministers."
The first-generation God Emperor was startled, and then he pressed his hand on the city wall in despair. He was a little frustrated and lost, but he was unable to refute. Finally, he suddenly said:
"What about you? Are you and I still friends?"
Grand Master Zhou thought for a while and said seriously:
"yes."
Therefore, the first generation of the God-Emperor only called him "I" throughout his life, but never called himself "I".
At the end of the memory, the first-generation God Emperor, curled up in the body of a seven-year-old child, stared blankly into the eyes of "Li Anping" and suddenly said with a trembling voice:
"National Master...is that you?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and nodded: "Yes."
There is no need to test again, when two "comrades" who have fought side by side for nearly a hundred years have gone through a "kidnapping" and sat down at the same table again to talk about the past.
Although they have changed their skins, no matter how clever the disguise or illusion is, the facial expressions revealed without concealment cannot be faked.
silence.
Beside the dinner table, the first-generation God Emperor sat blankly. The wooden ring on his body was quietly untied, but he did not move, just sitting in a daze.
The water is gurgling outside the window and the birds are chirping.
The sunlight shone in slantly from the window and sprinkled on the wine cup, reflecting a golden light.
The God-Emperor could not have imagined that after months of searching, countless "beatings", and even almost being kidnapped by the military and the "human world", the person he was looking for was in Yi Jingzhai, just across the alley.
The Imperial Master could not have imagined that in the childish body that he had habitually ignored despite returning to Laoliu Street countless times, there lived an old friend.
There was no crying and hugging after Xu Yuanyun reunited.
There was no fierceness and conflict after Wei Huayang met.
In silence, Ji Ping'an picked up the wine cup and touched it lightly with Fang Shijie, who also raised his glass. The two drank it down in one gulp, just like before.
"Cough...cough cough cough..."
The next second, the originally beautiful and solemn scene was ruined by Fang Shijie's series of coughs.
The little fat man's throat felt like it was on fire, and his tender and round face turned red. He coughed while holding on to the table, spat out the drink, and cursed:
"You didn't know kids can't drink?!"
Ji Ping'an said speechlessly: "Do you blame me?"
Fang Shijie coughed for a while, and finally recovered. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, sat back on the bench again, and said with a dark face:
"So you already knew my identity?"
Ji Ping'an said confidently:
"I just found out in the morning. Your mother said you were missing and asked me for divination. Then she found a tiger skin skirt and a golden hoop in your bedroom."
That's not the Queen Mother... Fang Shijie said with a dark face:
"Then you just did that to me all the way."
Ji Pingan sneered:
"I wasn't sure it was you at that time, right? 'National Preceptor'?"
Fang Shijie's expression froze, his little body was awkward, and his ten toes curled up in his cloth shoes, wishing he could dig out a divine city.
Only then did he remember the scene where he had just pulled out the tiger's skin and called himself the "Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty".
Thinking of the strange smile that might have appeared on the other person's face hidden under the bamboo hat at that time, the first-generation God Emperor trembled all over, his cheeks turned red, and he suddenly regretted returning to the human world.
Even the thick-faced God-Emperor cannot withstand social death.
"Things are not what you think..." Fang Shijie explained dryly.
Ji Ping'an looked down at Xiao Pangdun and chuckled:
"You keep making it up."
Seeing the former founding emperor's face turning red, Ji Ping'an stopped teasing and asked him about the God-Emperor's experience during this period.
Fang Shijie sighed:
"As you can see. After I woke up, I found that I had become like this. I originally wanted to practice and regain my strength, but I couldn't die. This child was too young, and his Qi and sea were not yet formed, so he couldn't withstand the world. As for spiritual irrigation, you also know that my Huangji Breathing Technique is extremely domineering and powerful..."
Ji Ping'an automatically ignored the bragging part, picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the meat and ate it, saying:
"So, you conquered a group of boy scouts?"
"..." Fang Shijie's ears turned red, and he felt that the embarrassing scenes he had accumulated in his previous life were not as good as these two short months, so he simply smashed the jar and smashed it and said:
"What can I do? Today's Tianbeng starts, how can you be better than me?"
No... I performed much better than you... My current body's original cultivation qualifications were extremely poor... I had no choice but to stay in Leizhou and spent ten years changing my fate against the will of heaven, conditioning my bones, and in order to pass the exam smoothly. Entering the Imperial Heavenly Prison and completing the plan, he deliberately did not rush to practice...otherwise, why would he have only broken through the ninth level now...Ji Ping'an cursed in his heart.
Fang Shijie frowned:
"I don't dare to really play the role of 'showing my saint in front of others'. Who knows whether it will be good or bad after the identity is exposed? I can only keep a low profile and find ways to contact the old brothers. But I am frequently beaten by the civilian woman called Fang Ling. Break."
Low-key... Ji Ping'an's mouth twitched and said:
"You're right about this. If you take the initiative to expose yourself, I'm afraid you will be in serious trouble. Oh, your descendant sitting on the dragon throne now is not a soft-hearted person."
Fang Shijie frowned: "What do you mean?"
Ji Ping'an took a mouthful of food and slowly recounted how Emperor Yuan Qing arranged for Dadong Military Mansion to send troops to assassinate him, as well as secretly capture the reborn person and start the "soul search", and said:
"The former is nothing more than the emperor's mental tricks. But the latter is interesting. The Zhonglang General did not hesitate to search for souls directly. Obviously, Emperor Yuan Qing did not care about the life and death of the reborn, and only wanted to stabilize the country. .”
Fang Shijie understood, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
When Sun Xianzu vigorously searched for souls, Ji Ping'an was wary. You must know that "searching for souls" is an extremely vicious method, and the recipient will be severely damaged.
In other words, Emperor Yuan Qing didn't care at all who the reborn person was.
Otherwise, if you have some concerns and consider that the "divine generals" who founded the country, the Great Zhou Imperial Master, and even the first generation of the God Emperor may be "reborn", they will not use "soul search" so easily.
"You mean, my unworthy descendant, even I want to kill him?" Fang Shijie was furious and his whole body was cold.
Ji Pingan said:
"Do you still remember what I told you back then? The emperors of ancient and modern times who are able to secure their country are never merciful."
Fang Shijie was dejected and said bitterly:
"You're right. My descendants are really better than others."
There was silence for a moment.
If an ordinary person learns that his descendants are so dishonest, his mentality will probably collapse. However, the God-Emperor is not an ordinary person. After making a slight adjustment, he exhaled deeply, with a serious look on his cute little face:
"Don't worry, if Yuan Qing dares to send people to attack you, I will give you an explanation for this matter in the future."
Ji Ping'an didn't care much about this and said with a smile:
"Besides, I originally thought that if I didn't see you for a long time, I would find an opportunity to punish you in the future. But since you are alive, for your sake, I can let this matter go."
Fang Shijie shook his head:
"One code leads to another code. I am not just a descendant of Yuan Qing."
It makes sense... You have more children and you are more powerful... Ji Ping'an ate his food silently.
Fang Shijie came back to his senses now:
"Wait a minute, you said that Yuan Qing targeted Qin Tianjian and sent troops to kill you... So, what is your identity now?"
Ji Ping'an put his finger a little in front of his forehead, released his disguise, restored his original appearance, and said calmly:
"You should have heard of Ji Ping'an, the leader of the Grand Prize."
It's you! The one who completed the fragments of the poem in advance... Fang Shijie was stunned, and suddenly understood who was the culprit for the failure of his plan to complete the poem and debut as a "prodigy" that day.
At the same time, the two people's very different "starts" caused a huge blow to the young mind of the first-generation God Emperor:
We are all the same powerful people who founded the country, so why are the rebirth treatments so different?
The reborn Imperial Master is directly a genius disciple of Qin Tianjian. He has broken through the ninth level of cultivation and is famous. He is surrounded by book boys, maids, and "beloved wives"... Tianhu starts the game.
When he was reborn, he was a seven or eight-year-old child. He had just taken off his crotchless pants, and there was only a shrewd civilian woman above him to suppress him... Tianmu started.
"unfair……"
The first-generation God Emperor was speechless and choked. Immediately, he keenly realized that something was wrong:
"No, your luck in pregnancy is too good. How come it's such a coincidence? You just happened to win the star of the body? Perfectly suitable for your identity? You have skipped the early training, and... isn't it rumored that your identity was promoted by the Great Zhou Guoshi? disciple?"
What a coincidence!
Fang Shijie instinctively felt something was wrong.
Ji Ping'an didn't panic at all and continued eating.
The next second, Fang Shijie suddenly realized it. He stood up suddenly, stepped on the stool and spoke righteously, patted the table and said:
"Did you think that today would be the end of the day? Your star official path is the best at spying on the future. I watched you master the Lao Shizi Dayan Secret Technique, not to mention you have lived hundreds of years longer than me. He must have become stronger in his later years, and he happened to study the stars... So, you had a premonition of today before you died? Did you arrange an identity for yourself in advance? That must be the case!"
Brainstorming success!
Ji Pingan put down his chopsticks and said vaguely:
"Absolutely. However, this major event is suspected to involve the way of heaven, and even some secrets from ancient times. No one who is reborn can be successfully divined. Therefore, I only vaguely sensed part of it, and I did not expect that things would be like this. "
Fang Shijie had no doubt and said:
"So, do you know what's going on?"
Ji Ping'an shook his head:
"In the past few months, I have been investigating, but the clues I have harvested are fragmented and there is no breakthrough. However, I have met several reborn people..."
Then, he picked out the parts that did not involve his own secrets, and gave a general summary of the current situation and situation.
The Four Holy Sects have revived... The strong ones from the time when the human and demon tribes were fighting have also returned... The five major sects and the court are all looking for... Fang Shijie listened to this information with a gloomy expression.
Suddenly he jumped down from the bench, paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.
It seems like I have returned to the old days, when I was conquering the world, thinking about big things in the military tent.
The next second, Fang Shijie turned his head and said with a serious expression:
"National Master, we have to do something!"
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