The old boatman took a group of young men to see the ghost tower, "I told you it was a ghost tower and you didn't believe it."

"Let's go quickly, this place is unlucky."

"It would be a shame for such a beautiful house to be a ghost building."

"Brighter than Taibai Tower in Kyoto."

A bold boatman said: "I don't believe in evil."

Xiao Bianzhou did not leave, but hid in the grass and stared at the ghost building.

Three brothers went ashore to find out.

The moonlight was shining on the river, and they were about to walk into the water when they suddenly saw someone lying on the water.

"Look, there's someone."

"Ah! Dead people, water ghosts are going to take their lives."

"Go quickly."

The man in the boat just had an idea, "Let's get on board and look for someone."

"Ah?"

The man jumped into the water and swam in that direction, thinking: "If it is a beautiful water ghost, I will recognize it."

As soon as he met her, he knew whether it was a human or a water ghost. "Come and save her, she is still warm."

Several people worked together to lift her onto the boat.

"It's a woman."

"Beautiful woman."

"Don't touch. Let's go to the shore."

Jia Rong took more than 300 people to study. This was a big classroom, and everyone had to raise their hands to ask questions.

These three hundred people will become his disciples, so every class cannot be perfunctory.

"A good agricultural harvest depends not only on chemical fertilizers, but also on seeds and pesticides.

In the future, our Agriculture Department will establish three departments, namely the Fertilizer Department, the Pesticide Department, and the Seed Department.

The so-called Pesticide Department is..."

"Is there anyone there? Help, someone is dying here."

There was a rough sound coming from outside.

More than 300 people turned their heads to look outside, and suddenly three men and one woman walked in.

A woman hangs on a man.

This woman is very strange, her head is bald, without a trace of hair.

Could it be a nun?

The person closest to the gate asked the boatman, "Where are you from? What happened to this man?"

The three boatmen stared blankly at everything in front of them. The light here is warm and everything is yellow, like a palace made of gold, like a golden mountain.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the student stepped forward to help the woman, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you three?"

Lai Rongsheng's scolding made the three boatmen wake up.

"Oh, she committed suicide by diving into the water and was saved by us."

"She floated over from the upper reaches of the river, and we don't know her either."

"Still alive and breathing."

Chen Junjie walked over from the other side of the crowd and called two strong and strong students, "Send her to the living room. Xu Wen will ask your father to come."

"Okay."

Many scholars here are devoted to reading poetry and books, and rarely do heavy work, nor can they deal with the trivial matters of life.

So their family members came over to take care of their lives, some were fathers and brothers, and some were nephews.

Doctor Xu is one of them.

Dr. Xu is a barefoot doctor and has some experience in seeing drowning patients.

Doctor Xu took a pulse and his expression changed, "There is still hope, but there is some trouble."

I originally wanted to push up the vomiting and force the water out of her stomach, but now it seems that I can't.

Lai Rongsheng got closer and saw the girl's appearance, "Yeah!"

Doctor Xu, "Does Manager Lai know her?"

Lai Rongsheng didn't know what to say or not, "We know each other, but we're not familiar with him."

Lai Rongsheng turned his head and looked at Uncle Rong from a distance.

Jia Rong received some information and knew something was going on. He said, "That's all for tonight's class. Let's go back first."

Wang Qiyuan: "Let's all disperse, we have to start work tomorrow."

"Go back and read more notes."

"It's gone, it's gone."

Everyone dispersed one after another, and they looked curiously at the living room on the side.

"It's a nun."

"There are only two ways for a nun to commit suicide by diving into the water. Either she is forced to commit suicide, or she dies because of depression."

"Don't monks emphasize that all four elements are empty?"

"You think too highly of your family. This happened in the temple where my family worships. I was tricked into getting pregnant by gangsters, and was eventually abandoned."

Several people gathered around to listen, and some urged the other party to tell more details.

Jia Rong handed the lecture notes to Dongzi and asked him to print hundreds of copies.

Jia Rong came to the living room and looked familiar under the light bulb, "Is this?"

Lai Rongsheng whispered: "The smart master in Mantou Temple."

Jia Rong leaned over and took a closer look, and it turned out to be her.

Knowing who she is, he won't be surprised.

Anyone who has read the original work knows that Qin Zhong deceived Zhi Zhi and succeeded.

It’s not surprising that intelligence seeks death.

The three boatmen huddled humbly in the corner, looking at the scene in front of them like a dream.

When the boatman saw Jia Rong looking over, he forced a smile and his heart skipped a beat.

Jia Rong took a step toward him, and the boatman was so frightened that he took three steps back.

He didn't dare to let this god-like figure standing on a high platform get close to him, for fear that the smell of his body would suffocate him.

"Brother, don't be afraid."

Jia Rong touched her purse and found that she had no money.

Lai Rongsheng immediately took out his wallet and handed it over.

Jia Rong took the purse and sent it to the boatman, "Thank you, brother, for saving her. You can use the money here to buy wine."

"I don't dare, I don't dare. Saving people is just a matter of convenience."

Jia Rong added: "She has a close relationship with our Ningguo Mansion. Please don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"Don't worry, sir, we three brothers will never tell anyone."

Jia Rong asked Lai Rongsheng to send the person out.

The three boatmen looked at the building greedily. They took one step out of the door and looked back three times.

A gust of summer wind blew away the heat from their foreheads and woke them up from their dreams.

Ship boss: "If I stay here for one night, my death will be worth it."

"They are not using candles, but oil lamps. What makes them shine?"

"What is that rumbling sound?"

They did not leave, but returned to the boat, lying on the boat and peeking at the building.

Watching the lights go out one after another, watching the building being submerged in darkness, watching Jia Rong and others leaving with their lanterns lit.

"Brother, this is where the gods live."
To be continued...