Chapter 125: Crow in front of me?
Early the next morning, Jiang Shouzhong took Zhang Queer to the Yamen.
Officials from Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment in the Yamen questioned Zhang Queer in detail, and Zhang Queer also used the rhetoric taught to her by Jiang Shouzhong to perfectly remove herself from the Nalan case. Picked it out.
I have to say that Zhang Queer not only has a strong psychological quality, but also has excellent acting skills.
When being questioned by many officials, she showed the confusion, nervousness, fear, innocence, helplessness, naivety... and other emotions that a little girl should have without any flaws, which was extremely perfect.
In addition, she was very beautiful, and her pear blossoms and rain made the officials who were usually dignified couldn't bear to have a dark face. They tried their best to be pleasant, for fear of scaring this delicate and weak little girl.
And after the court intervened, these officials actually found out the evil deeds Nalanye had done to the Zhang family's daughter. In this case, they felt even more sympathetic to Zhang Queer.
Even when leaving the yamen, an official quietly promised Zhang Queer that he would let her take her mother's body away after the case was concluded.
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but sigh, this girl is really a born actress.
No wonder a shrewd person like Nalanxie can capsize in the gutter.
Walking on the street, the girl regained her calm expression, her thin lips slightly pursed, in sharp contrast to the innocent girl who was choking and crying in the Yamen just now, calling the officials uncle and uncle at the same time.
Jiang Shouzhong asked curiously: "Although your cultivation level is that of Grandmaster Xiaoxuan, except for the blood arrow moves similar to hidden weapons, your real strength is about that of a first-class martial artist. Did you use any special method? Forcibly improving his realm?"
"Yaoqi."
Zhang Queer said lightly.
Not waiting for Jiang Shouzhong to ask in detail, she raised her little face, looked at Jiang Shouzhong and said: "I found a bottle of evil spirit in Zhang Yue'er's doll, so I drank it, and my cultivation level has improved since then. The second level has reached the realm of Master Xiaoxuan.”
Jiang Shouzhong's steps suddenly moved, his expression was shocked.
This is a big surprise.
With the seizure of the Xi Chu Pavilion, he didn’t even bother to look for the bottle of demonic energy. He didn’t expect that the little girl in front of him would get it.
“There’s nothing strange about your body?”
Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but frown.
This girl is so crazy that she dares to drink demonic energy.
Zhang Queer spread his hands, and the girl's fair cheeks under the sun showed an almost sickly porcelain whiteness, "Didn't I tell you? My cultivation level has gone from a second-grade martial artist to a Xiaoxuan Grandmaster. In addition to that, Apart from that, I don’t feel anything at all.”
Is the ghost spirit of the netherworld so powerful?
As far as he knows, some monks take the risk of using ordinary demonic energy to improve their cultivation level, but the gain is only a small amount, and it is impossible to improve across realms. If you use it too much, you will become obsessed or even die. After all, the leap in realm is like climbing a mountain, it cannot be achieved overnight.
But Zhang Queer is completely jumping from martial artist to grandmaster, and I don’t know if this will leave any trouble for her.
Besides, the ghost energy of the underworld is used to resurrect the dead. Is it really okay for this girl to drink it?
Jiang Shouzhong was a little worried.
After returning home, let Mengniang take a good look at Zhang Queer's body.
......
On the way back, I happened to run into Zhang Yunwu and Zhang Yue'er, a father and daughter who were sending their daughter to the academy.
Seeing Zhang Que'er, the little girl looked happy and ran to him and asked crisply: "Sister Que'er, why don't you go to the academy."
As for what happened in the capital, the little girl was naturally Don't know.
Zhang Yunwu knows some inside information.
However, his knowledge was limited and he thought that Zhang Queer was not involved in the Nalan case. Thinking of the death of the other person's parents, he couldn't help but show a bit of compassion on his face.
Looking at the little girl whose name was only one word different from his own, Zhang Queer showed a rare and gentle smile, and the haze in his eyes was dispelled. He gently touched the girl's pigtails and smiled. Said: "I haven't been feeling well recently. I asked my husband for leave. I'll go back in a few days."
"Ah, sister Que'er, don't worry. How about I ask dad to find a doctor for you."
Zhang Yue'er looked concerned.
Zhang Queer smiled and shook his head, "It doesn't matter, you have to be good in the academy. If that young master of the Zhao family still dares to bully you, my sister will help you teach him a lesson."
< br>"Yeah."
Zhang Yuer nodded vigorously.
While the two women were chatting, Jiang Shouzhong asked Zhang Yunwu: "Do you have any plans to buy a new courtyard? After all, the gold given by the court is enough to buy a small courtyard. If we buy it, let's buy it together, so that it will be more convenient for us to eat in the future. Old man A has no hope, the guy has already given the money to Qingniang’s hut.”
Zhang Yunwu scratched his head and said helplessly: “Actually, I thought about it from the beginning, but Zhaodi said she wanted to save it. She may want to save a dowry for Yue'er in advance, I think that's okay."
Save a dowry?
I am afraid that I have already planned to marry you a new wife.
Recalling what Wen Zhaodi once said to him, Jiang Shouzhong shook his head and was too lazy to care about the trouble between the other couple.
Because Zhang Yue'er was anxious to go to school, the two parties just chatted for a few words and then parted.
Zhang Yunwu watched his daughter jumping into the academy. The latter waved to him on the way. Zhang Yunwu smiled and waved in response. He was not ready to leave until the little girl disappeared.
“Amitabha.”
At this moment, a low tape carrying a woman’s delicate voice suddenly floated over.
Zhang Yunwu turned his head in confusion and saw a beautiful female monk.
The female monk is wearing a yellow cassock with a flowing skirt that dances with the wind, like a lotus flower blooming under the Bodhisattva's seat, and there is a faint glow in her eyes, like autumn waves containing evil spirits.
Zhang Yunwu, who was accepted as a disciple by the eminent monks of the Vajra Temple at a young age, has great respect for monks. Even if it is a rare female monk, he does not dare to neglect him. Upon seeing this, he quickly clasped his hands and saluted, "I have seen the master."
Buddha's mother returned the gift with a smile on her lips, as if sad and pitiful, "That little girl just now, is your daughter?"
"She is my daughter." Zhang Yunwu nodded.
"The little girl will have a lot of blessings in the future, and you, as a father, have made great contributions."
Buddha Mother smiled.
Zhang Yunwu scratched his head in confusion, not knowing how to answer the question.
The Mother Buddha raised a slender jade hand, and like magic, a string of Buddhist beads appeared in her palm. She handed it to Zhang Yunwu and said softly: "We are destined to meet each other. I will give this string of Thousand Fortune Beads to you." ."
Zhang Yunwu was startled and shook his head, "This pearl is not ordinary at first glance. It is too precious. Master, please take it back."
Zhang Yunwu is stupid, it doesn't mean that he is really stupid. A female monk suddenly appeared on the road and wanted to give him something valuable, but it didn't feel right.
Buddha’s mother smiled and said: "The poor monk has no family and no one to rely on. If he is lucky enough to die, he will only burn a few relics. Whether these things are valuable or not is not important to the poor monk. If you can give them to someone who is destined, it will be a blessing." It's his luck."
Zhang Yunwu was about to continue to refuse, but suddenly he found the Buddhist beads appearing in his hand.
Buddha’s mother clasped her hands together and recited a scripture in her mouth. The aura of compassion that filled her body became even stronger.
As the scriptures continued to be read, Zhang Yunwu's eyes began to become slightly bloodshot.
...
The main hall of Wuzen Temple, with its cornices and corners rising up, seems to be connected to the clouds. Incense smoke lingers and Sanskrit chants are chanted in low voices.
At this time, two monks were sitting facing each other on the attic.
One old and one young.
The old monk's face is peaceful and kind, with wrinkles criss-crossing like growth rings on dead wood, and white eyebrows like frost. Even though he looked desolate, he still looked otherworldly, with an aura of compassion all over his body.
The young monk is very delicate, like a porcelain doll, with clean skin that seems to be flowing like jade.
"Master?"
The young monk, who noticed something abnormal, stopped knocking on the wooden fish, looked at the old monk, frowned slightly, "There seems to be an evil spirit?"
The old monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at the street where Zhang Yunwu was in the distance. His voice was old and he said, "It's the Sanskrit sound that demands life."
"Ah? The tantric demon monk is here!?"
The young monk was surprised.
The old monk smiled and said, "Buddha has thousands of faces, and the Buddha's Dharma is immeasurable. There are no monsters or holy monks. If she has a Buddha in her heart, she is a Buddha. Back then..."
The old monk suddenly stopped talking, as if he was recalling something regretful. He sighed quietly, waved his hand gently, and all the wooden fish on the tables around him began to knock on their own.
The sound of wooden fish is clear and melodious, echoing in the ancient temples.
……
On the street, the Buddha Mother suddenly stopped chanting sutras.
She first glanced in the direction of Wuchan Temple, then looked at Zhang Yunwu, whose eyesight gradually returned to clarity. She sighed slightly, saluted in the direction of Wuchan Temple and apologized: "It was a poor monk who took the liberty."< br>
After saying that, the Buddha Mother passed by Zhang Yunwu.
When Zhang Yunwu's vision cleared completely, the other party had disappeared, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were also missing.
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Jiang Shouzhong returned home and found his wife Ran Qingchen coming.
The other party was talking to Qiuye about something.
"Jiang Mo."
Ran Qingchen, who was wearing a green skirt, saw the man coming back, glanced at Zhang Queer without leaving any trace, then looked at Jiang Shouzhong and smiled: "Today I’m here to discuss something with you. I’m going to buy you a yard. After all, you have a lot of people in your family now, so it’s not convenient.”
Jiang Shouzhong looked surprised.
How did this wife know that he planned to buy a yard?
Could it be a tacit understanding between husband and wife?
"No, I can just buy it myself. I have money." Jiang Shouzhong was embarrassed to let the other party spend money.
Ran Qingchen thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow, I will definitely buy a yard for you."
Looking at the yard full of women, Ran Qingchen was very unhappy.
She didn't care about Erliang, he was as dark and thin as a hemp stalk. As for Zhang Queer, although she is beautiful, she is still too young, and Jiang Mo is not such a beast.
Well, Xia He, this woman is cold and cold, and nothing will happen to Jiang Mo in a short time.
Besides, last time in Ran Mansion, Xia He seemed to have taken the initiative to seduce Jiang Mo but failed to make Jiang Mo take the bait. Instead, he made Jiang Mo bored, which shows that the relationship between the two is not good.
Only this autumn leaf has a sense of crisis.
Especially looking at Jiang Mo’s eyes, it seemed like he could pull out silk threads.
At this time, Ran Qingchen was really dissatisfied with that aunt. Today, she will release a beautiful maid, and tomorrow she will release another one... What is she trying to do? You have a brain convulsion, right?
You want to go against my niece?
The next time we meet, will even my aunt appear in my husband’s house?
This trend must be curbed as soon as possible!
While Ran Qingchen was thinking about where to buy a yard, Qiuye suddenly asked: "Miss Ran, I want to ask, do you really not care about Mr. Jiang marrying a new wife?"
"???"
Seeing Qiuye looking straight at her, Ran Qingchen was confused.
What does it mean?
A public declaration of war?
Qiuye said seriously: "Master Jiang said that you will not marry him. You have higher pursuits. Is it true?"
Ran Qingchen looked at Jiang Shouzhong and thought of the conversation he had with him on the carriage. He didn't know how to answer for a moment and could only vaguely say: "He and I are not suitable. I hope he finds new happiness."
Hearing this, Qiuye finally felt relieved.
Qiuye said: "Then Mr. Jiang has a new wife, you won't be angry."
"Of course not."
Ran Qingchen said with a straight face and an indifferent tone, "I will bless whoever he likes, but he told me before that he doesn't want to find a woman recently, he just wants to be single. And I also plan to find one for him. If Miss Qiuye has If it’s suitable, you can introduce it.”
Ran Qingchen tried to force out a relaxed smile, but failed.
Qiuye took a deep breath, slightly let go of his nervous and sweaty hands, and looked away from Jiang Shouzhong, as if he had accumulated all his courage in this moment.
I believe eldest sister, eldest sister said that only by taking initiative can you gain something.
Qiuye encouraged himself secretly, raised his head and said word by word: "I think I am very suitable."
(End of this chapter)