Chapter 922 I am not a serious Taoist priest
White lanterns were hung up and a mourning hall was set up in General Zheng's mansion, because Miss Zheng, who had been missing for three years, was so beautiful that she died at such a young age. It was a pity, especially since I heard that this girl was killed by the future I feel even more sad when my husband brings harm to me.
It’s also impossible to see Luan Bailing, otherwise I don’t know how many rotten eggs and feces would be thrown at him.
But even before arriving at Xing Shen, Luan Bailing was not feeling better. His lower body had been severely injured, and he was entangled in Zheng Yao's resentment. Overnight, the indescribable area was covered with ghost sores, emitting a stench of sepsis. The pain is overwhelming.
In addition to the ghost sores, he kept repeating the horrific nightmare of being raped, having a bulging belly, being induced to give birth, and then being buried alive without breathing. Even his soul was crushed to death, and he was unable to call for help.
This is a ghost in a nightmare, and the sense of immersion is very strong. Zheng Yao wants him to repeat the misery he has experienced and empathize with it.
Thousands of people came to the General’s Mansion to express their condolences.
Qin Liuxi arrived as scheduled, but when she arrived at the mourning hall, she saw a group of bald heads. They were all monks from the Jade Buddha Temple. The leader was Master Huiquan. They came to recite the Sutra of Rebirth to Miss Zheng for salvation.
Come on, it saves her trouble.
Hui Quan folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name to Qin Liuxi, and said: "The poor monk, in accordance with the intention of the host, brought his disciples to see the benefactor Zheng off."
“My Buddha is compassionate.” Qin Liuxi nodded slightly.
Hui Quan sat on the futon outside the mourning hall and read scriptures with a group of monks, which made the people who came to express their condolences look at him.
So many monks came to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha to recite the Purana Sutra. This row of noodles is quite good.
Some Buddhists stood there and listened to a passage of scripture before leaving.
Qin Liuxi stood in the mourning hall and glanced at Zheng Yao who was squatting on the rosewood coffin. He saw that the resentment on her body was gradually dissipating under the scriptures, and he couldn't help but nod.
It wasn't until she returned to her pre-death girlish delicacy, with no resentment at all, that Qin Liuxi stepped forward to burn a stick of incense, took a few pieces of yellow paper from the side of the treasure basin, twirled his fingers, folded several gold ingots, and placed them on the table. He melted in the treasure basin and said: "Go and say goodbye to your father."
Zheng Yao was speechless when she received the golden ingot.
It was cruel for a white-haired person to send off a black-haired person. According to custom, the general could not go to see him off in person, so he did not go to the mourning hall, but just stayed in his own yard in a daze. Accompanying him were Mr. Zuo and Mr. Yu.
Obviously, Mr. Yu came here after receiving the news. What was the purpose? Mr. Zuo thought that he was gossiping and wanted to get the first-hand information online. It was so shameless.
Mr. Yu ignored his cold look and blocked his dissatisfaction with just one sentence.
“If it weren’t for me, would you know Young Guanzhu and introduce him to the general?”
Mr. Zuo could not argue, and he was so angry that he tore off two beards.
When Qin Liuxi came over, he saw the two old men bickering and couldn't help coughing. He might as well take care of the general's mood.
The general woke up with a start. When he looked up, he saw Zheng Yao's appearance before she disappeared. Knowing why she came here, tears fell down.
“Dad.” Zheng Yao floated over and knelt in front of him, resting her forehead on his knees and sobbing.
Qin Liuxi left some time for the two of them and used his own magic to summon the evil spirits.
In a moment, after a gust of wind, Yin Cha appeared and saluted Qin Liuxi.
Qin Liuxi gave him two gold ingots as payment for running errands and asked him to wait. After half a quarter of an hour, she called Zheng Yao: "It's time to go."
The general was heartbroken and showed reluctance, but he waved his hand cruelly: "Go, don't worry about dad, dad will live happily."
Zheng Yao kowtowed nine times, walked out of his sight step by step, and stood at the door. She wanted to turn back, but was suppressed by Qin Liuxi.
“Don’t look back, don’t stay attached to this world, it will be of no use to you or anyone else.”
Zheng Yao pursed her lips and came to Yin Chai’s side without looking back.
Qin Liuxi sighed, walked in, sent him to the couch to lie down, gave him an injection, and gave him a pill, saying: "The emotions are rising and the child is sad, let him have a sleep. "
Mr. Zuo sighed.
Yu Laodao said: "This batch of things has been taken care of."
Qin Liuxi said: "We happened to bump into it, and I know how to do it. I won't turn a blind eye."
Mr. Yu nodded, looked at the general's old face, and said, "Old Zheng will probably be lonely from now on, and so will my mother..."
“There is always some comfort in adopting another adopted child.”
This is also true.
Qin Liuxi stood for a while and then returned to the mourning hall. She saw two people coming hand in hand accompanied by the chief steward of Zheng Mansion. Her eyes were half-squinted.
Coming are the second prince Qi Yuntai and Prince Boyin Yu Linglan.
With such a big change happening to the Yu family, Yu Linglan did not return to the clan to observe filial piety. Was it because he was dissatisfied with Yu Changkong's succession as clan leader, or was he disdainful, so he did not return?
Yu Linglan, who was dressed in plain clothes, noticed Qin Liuxi's gaze and looked over. When he saw her, his face was slightly surprised, and then he nodded slightly.
The two people entered the mourning hall, took the incense handed to them by the servant, bowed three times, put it in and then left.
Qi Yuntai also asked where the general in charge was and wanted to comfort him.
The steward's arm was wrapped with a piece of black gauze, his expression was sad, and he said: "My general is too sad and passed away just now. He really has no time to meet His Highness."
"It doesn't matter. When we return to the palace, we will invite the imperial doctor to come and help the general. He is dead. I would like to ask the general to express his condolences and accept the change." Qi Yuntai said warmly.
The steward thanked me.
Yu Linglan walked to Qin Liuxi and said, "I met the young master in Jiuxuan last year, and now I meet him again. I dare to ask the young master, but the rumored Taoist doctor refuses to ask."
Qin Liuxi nodded: "Pindao is right."
Yu Linglan said: "Master Buqiu has profound Taoist teachings. I heard from my elders that there was a Master Buqiu from Qingpingguan in Licheng who solved the Yu family's problem. Yu family Linglan would like to thank the master here."
Qin Liuxi took two steps forward, and under his astonished gaze, he was very close and looked at each other, saying, "Do you really thank me?"
Yu Linglan’s expression remained unchanged: “Naturally.”
Qin Liuxi smiled and said, "Pindao, I'll tell you with my fingers, you're lying!"
Yu Linglan: "?"
"I pushed Yu Changkong to the position of clan leader by mistake. I'm afraid you will hate me so much that you will paint me as a villain behind your back and curse me every day." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.
Yu Linglan’s eyelids twitched: “Master is really good at joking.”
"Well, I'm not a serious Taoist priest!" Qin Liuxi changed the subject and looked at the second prince who was walking over, saying, "I have long heard that if a son of the Yu family is born, he will choose a good king by himself. It seems that Mr. Yu The most important thing is this His Highness."
Yu Linglan: "The friendship between gentlemen..."
"You are not as interesting as Yu Changkong." Qin Liuxi clicked his tongue and interrupted him: "You are good at pretending, but you are a bit fake!"
Yu Linglan’s smile froze slightly: “!”
Qin Liuxi stopped talking, walked past him, and walked into the mourning hall. He pressed his palm on his waist, but there was no movement in the Qiankun Soul-Eating Mirror!
not him?
(End of this chapter)