"time to eat!"
Near seven o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ling cooked porridge, cut some pickles, and came to the yard on crutches.
Her ears twitched slightly, as if she was aware of the boring competition between Xiaojing and Jiang Jiahao, and she sighed helplessly.
Youyou said: "Mabu is not as strong as you. Pure comparison is meaningless."
"Go to the kitchen to get porridge and have breakfast first."
"Hey, let's take a break. I'm not losing to you. Let's eat first!"
Even Zhang Jing, who practiced every day, was exhausted from the hour-long horse walk, and her legs felt as heavy as lead.
On the other hand, Jiang Jiahao seemed to be doing the horse step quite easily, which made Zhang Jing feel a sense of frustration from the bottom of her heart.
Finally, when Zhang Ling's grandma called for breakfast, Zhang Jing immediately stopped walking, staggered and ran towards the kitchen as if she had been granted amnesty.
Zhang Ling sat down at the stone table with a cane, panting slightly, and said quietly: "Young man, you must be aware that your physique is very special, right?"
Jiang Jiahao was stunned and sighed silently, feeling that he, a living person, seemed to have no secrets at all in the eyes of a blind goddess like Zhang Ling.
He nodded, sat next to Zhang Ling, distributed the dishes and chopsticks to Zhang Ling, and did not deny it: "This situation has been going on for several months."
"I can feel that my physical fitness is improving every day, and so is my memory. At first I thought this change was good, but as time goes by, I don't think so."
"The world is fair. If you gain certain abilities, you are bound to lose some. No one will make an exception for you."
Zhang Ling smiled and then said: "In the past few days, you can learn the meditation technique from Xiaojing."
Hearing this, Jiang Jiahao stood up and took two steps back, bowing respectfully to Zhang Ling three times: "Master's help, I will never forget it in my life!"
Zhang Ling accepted Jiang Jiahao's three bows calmly, then raised her crutch and put it on Jiang Jiahao's arm, indicating that he didn't need to be polite.
Zhang Jing was carrying a dinner plate with white porridge, pickles, and a few steamed buns on it. She walked over with a smile, put the breakfast on the stone table, and asked:
"Grandma, what are you talking about?"
"Hmph, you are naughty by nature. If you were half as good as Ah Hao, I would be able to rest in peace in the future."
"Today I will add 50 talismans. I am responsible for teaching Ah Hao the meditation technique. Don't be lazy!"
Zhang Ling originally had a smile on her face, but when she heard Zhang Jing's footsteps, she immediately put away her smile and put on a serious look, making Zhang Jing nod aggrievedly.
The three of them had breakfast, Zhang Ling went back to her room to study ancient books, Zhang Jing went to the shrine to practice spells, and Jiang Jiahao suddenly became idle.
He first went to each shrine with a rag, wiped the altar tables of the statues, offered incense and candles, and then carried the stick back to the yard to practice the Baduanjin.
Near noon, Jiang Qiwen brought a change of clothes and bedding, and helped Jiang Jiahao tidy up the wing.
She originally wanted to take Jiang Jiahao back to the entertainment center. After all, it was very busy there every day, but seeing Jiang Jiahao's contentment in the hall, she was too embarrassed to speak.
Jiang Jiahao naturally saw Jiang Qiwen's concerns, so he temporarily handed over the management rights to Jiang Qiwen and asked her to be responsible for the business of the entertainment center.
There are only six days left before the trial. There will definitely be a lot of bad things waiting for him after the trial. It is a rare opportunity to be lazy. During this time, Jiang Jiahao plans to stay in the hall and not go anywhere.
Jiang Qiwen seemed to understand Jiang Jiahao's decision and could only leave silently.
Jiang Jiahao gave Zhang Jing a share of the pastries and tea drinks brought by Jiang Qiwen. When he gave them to Zhang Ling, he was declined.
Zhang Ling never accepted anything in return from pilgrims. Even if someone insisted on giving money for incense, she would use it to renovate the statues. This made Jiang Jiahao in awe.
Zhang Ling didn't accept cakes or anything else, so naturally she got Zhang Jing's advantage, gained a wave of friendship from Zhang Jing, and learned the art of meditation.
The so-called meditation technique is to meditate and then silently recite techniques similar to the Qingxin Jue.
Jiang Jiahao didn't know what it was like for others to meditate and recite silently. Anyway, he had just meditated and fell asleep before he finished reciting the meditation technique. He slept soundly.
For three consecutive days, the meditation technique was forced to stop because of sleep. He couldn't even get through the door, so he was moved back to the place by Zhang Jing.
In three days, Jiang Jiahao and Zhang Jingsi became very familiar with each other.
Through conversations, we learned that the shrine usually has a lot of pilgrims, and many pilgrims come to bring snacks, but Zhang Ling’s grandmother said they couldn’t eat them and gave them to the surrounding folks.
Unfortunately, Zhang Jing has grown so old and has eaten very few snacks. She is full of praise for the pastries sent by Jiang Jiahao.
She was very curious as to why Grandma wouldn't accept the things given by others, but she could eat whatever Jiang Jiahao gave her without asking.
Jiang Jiahao was also curious about this, but when he remembered what Zhang Ling said before, he stopped thinking about it so much.
Jiang Jiahao could not learn any Qi-nurturing Kung Fu. On the contrary, Jiang Jiahao learned all the martial arts techniques from Zhang Jinghui in seven days.
Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye, and tomorrow is the day of court.
This morning, Jiang Jiahao got up early and made breakfast, wiped the shrine and put incense on the statues.
Before the rooster crows and Zhang Ling and Zhang Jing get up, they leave a letter and a red envelope worth 100,000 yuan in the side room and leave alone.
Jiang Jiahao had a good relationship with Zhang Jing during this period, and he often received guidance from Zhang Ling.
If Zhang Ling hadn't refused to accept a disciple, Jiang Jiahao would have wanted to become a disciple, but it was a pity that he and Zhang Ling did not have a master-disciple relationship.
He didn't know when he would come to the shrine next time. He didn't want to feel the reluctance when leaving, so he prepared to leave quietly.
The moment Jiang Jiahao stepped out of the courtyard, the doors of Zhang Jing and Zhang Ling opened at the same time. They looked at the open door with different expressions.
Zhang Ling's mouth was filled with relief, as if she were watching her most proud masterpiece go down the mountain to practice.
Zhang Jing, on the other hand, had a look of reluctance on her face, holding a few ancient books in her hand. She originally planned to give them to Jiang Jiahao when he left, but missed them after all.
"Grandma, I can see that you value him very much. Is he any different?"
After putting the ancient books back in the room, Zhang Jing helped Zhang Ling to the stone table, poured her a bowl of rice porridge, and asked quietly.
Zhang Ling shook her head slightly and murmured: "Ahao, as a god-given wisdom, is an alien in the eyes of ordinary people."
"The ordeal he has to go through has just begun. The sea and the sky are vast. If he can't get through, he will be in eighteen hells, and he will never be able to turn around..."
Then Zhang Ling patted Zhang Jing's hand and said quietly: "Ah Hao will come again. Grandma will probably be gone by then."
"If Ahao comes to seek your help, you must make plans to take a step back and live in peace, or to step further into the abyss."
"Pfft~"
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Ling's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted into the porridge bowl in front of her, as if all her energy and energy had been drained out of her body in an instant.
Zhang Jing was startled and quickly supported Zhang Ling: "Grandma, are you okay?"
Zhang Ling waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, it's just that I pried into secrets that I shouldn't pry into, and I got backlash."
"You eat first. Grandma will teach you some new spells today. You must practice them carefully..."
Jiang Jiahao didn't know what happened in the shrine after he left.
He drove his classic car back to the entertainment center. There was already someone waiting for him in the office. It was the lawyer sent by Lu Hua.
There is a middle-aged man named Wang He who wears gold-rimmed glasses, short ear-length hair, a suit and leather shoes, and looks elegant.
Jiang Jiahao entered the office, put down his bag and took the initiative to shake hands with Wang He.
"Lawyer Wang, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Wang He raised the frames of his glasses, shook hands with Jiang Jiahao, and said quietly with a playful smile on his lips.
"Mr. Jiang is really at ease. There is a court session tomorrow, but he still has time to worship gods and Buddhas. He is a role model for us."
Jiang Jiahao was stunned for a moment. He felt that there was something in this kid's words, but he didn't reveal it, so he invited him to sit down.
"Lawyer Wang is joking, please sit down."
After Wang He sat down, he took his wallet, took out two documents and handed them to Jiang Jiahao, and continued speaking quietly.
"Mr. Jiang, I came here three days ago. Miss Jiang Qiwen from Guizi Dui said that you are recuperating in the temple and don't want to see anyone for the time being, so I can only come here today."
"This is the material you will need for the court session tomorrow. You must memorize some of the above confessions as soon as possible. The judge at the court session tomorrow will ask you questions as a routine matter."
Jiang Jiahao raised his eyebrows, took two documents and glanced at them, then closed the documents and put them aside.
He waved to Jiang Qiwen, who was waiting quietly. Jiang Qiwen immediately took an envelope and handed it to Jiang Jiahao. Jiang Jiahao handed the envelope to Wang He and said with a smile.
"Excuse me, Lawyer Wang. A little care is disrespectful."
Wang He smiled and shook his head, took the envelope and put it into his purse, stood up and shook hands with Jiang Jiahao.
"Then I won't disturb Mr. Jiang. The court will start at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. We will be at the gate of Xiangjiang No. 1 Court at eight o'clock. See you there."
Jiang Jiahao shook hands with Wang He and sent him out the door: "See you soon."
"Jiang Qiwen, help me send Lawyer Wang off."
When Wang He heard this, he waved his hands quickly: "It's better not to bother Miss Jiang anymore. Let others see how inconvenient it is and stay."
Jiang Jiahao nodded understandingly: "Lawyer Wang, then go slowly and don't see me off."
