A fierce shout accompanied this old voice.

Jia Cong woke up suddenly and opened his eyes!

The scene in front of me is like a glass mirror shattering into pieces.

Where are the scabby monks and lame Taoists?

I am still sitting upright in the car.

I just leaned on the table in the car and took a nap.

Jia Cong subconsciously touched his right arm.

The rainstorm pear blossom needle installed inside the sleeve is still intact.

Not even half a silver needle was issued.

He quickly opened the car curtain and took a look, only to see a steady stream of pedestrians outside the car window.

Jia Cong lowered his head, becoming increasingly puzzled.

It was the sound that broke my strange dream this morning!

A long while.

"There are always those places outside the Taoist classics."

Jingzhen pulled me back to the check-in room and said with a smile: "Sing loudly."

When I said I was going to burn the memorial tablet in Shanjinglin.

Zheng Shaofu and others who were still waiting on Cao Wanle shouted: "Go back home!"

Holding a whisk in hand, the heat is floating in the air, as if you are standing in the world.

How is it possible that there are no loose immortals?

"How did Zili know?"

I am confused about the strange thing that just happened, but my thoughts are clear.

The old Taoist priest's face covered with age spots revealed a loving smile.

Jing Zhen suddenly remembered the Wan Chun Pavilion Charming Dojo that Qin Tian Jian Zheng had just mentioned.

Jia Daishan was walking outside the courtyard to eat with a small pipe and a pot in his mouth.

The city is still the same as it used to be, but a little bit uneven.

Ji Xiaolan came to the Hanlin Academy today.

At this time, Jingzhen had a lot of doubts running around her heart.

Behind my eyes, there is only the Buddha statue of Vairoche and the Buddhas of the Seven Directions with smiling eyes.

The mountain breeze blows heavily, and the clothes are fluttering.

Why have I never heard of this person among Jiamen?

I saw a very old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the Buddha statue of Vairoche in the middle.

Jia Congzi will always be in Gujing Youbo’s face.

Cao Wan took me back to the quiet room.

Jingzhen made a random excuse.

Jia Daishan also thought so.

Continue to follow.

"Very low!"

"The ancestor wanted to bring him here to see him, but the poor man brought him, that's all."

"He met the mangy monk this morning. What the lame Taoist cast was just an illusion."

The old Taoist priest laughed loudly: "That kid, no wonder Daishan said he was lazy and useless!"

Jia Daishan is inevitably not a bit bad.

Just follow the Donghua Gate palace wall all the way north.

Jia Daishan followed the good advice and immediately sang: "Wait a minute."

Jingzhen knocked the tobacco out of the pot of my pipe under the steps.

In the end, I decided to go to Qintian Supervisor and ask him first.

"The poor Taoist and layman's surname is Jia."

At this time, the rising sun is brilliant and the atmosphere is diverse.

Cao Wan raised his head and thought for a while.

Although I was extremely surprised, I could only bow my hands as a courtesy.

We have already passed Ningrong Street.

With Zheng Duofu's ears, he can certainly hear the sound of breathing.

He quickly knelt down and saluted: "My great-nephew has met my great-uncle!"

"That kid, just talk nonsense!"

It's completely like a dream, almost real.

"Did you take a nap and had a dream?"

"Great-uncle, where is your kind old man, grandfather?!" Cao Wan shouted!

Usually only Cao Wanzi meditates in the mansion.

"If you keep talking, uncle, you can burn all my memorial tablets with fire!"

Qintian Supervisor was shocked by me.

Jingzhen raised her eyebrows.

"Police Fantasy Fairy?"

I didn't notice it at all.

"Are there any Taoists with very low cultivation levels hidden in our Shenjing?"

"What kind of outsider is there in this world?"

It turns out that the old Taoist priest is actually the brother of Jia Yan and Jia Yuan?!

Jia Daishan sang: "If you hear this, don't listen to it."

The sounds of small businessmen and hawkers can be heard endlessly.

That guy recently wrote "Notes of Yuewei Thatched Cottage".

"Killable or killable?!"

He stayed in Yuqing Palace to teach Tu Yao how to read.

Jia Congzi said calmly: "Just follow the poor way."

After all, this is a royal forbidden garden.

"Where in the world are there so few truths and falsehoods?"

Jingzhen had a plan, so he turned to Cao Wanle.

"Let him relax his mind."

Supervisor Qin Tian smiled and said: "That kid, where did you hear this from? I'll ask Grandpa if it's true."

Not far away is the Hanlin Academy.

Sitting outside the duty room in a daze.

Then he changed the topic and asked: "Old Ji, has he written much less in "Notes of Yuewei Thatched Cottage"?"

Jingzhen grinds the front molars.

"Go to Jia's Ancestral Hall!"

Jingzhen heard the sound of the upper Yamen drum and immediately rushed out of the duty room.

He continued to ask: "There have never been any scabby monks or lame Taoist priests?"

Jingzhen immediately felt relieved.

Climb down Jingshan Mountain, which is across the street from Xuanwu Gate.

One is Qin Tian Jian Liang Jian Zheng, and the other is Qingxu Guan Taoist Zhang.

How could I even want to find Jia Congzi?

"Give me something for self-defense?"
To be continued...