There are three forms of hell when reborn. The most sinful ones are in the human form, and the second is the animal form, which is extremely miserable and formless.
Ji Fuwei was squatting in the yard, while Master Ying and the teahouse clerk were shoveling weeds. Ji Fuwei had nothing to do and asked him, among all the things in nature, which is the most painful
Master Ying replied like this.
"It seems that my crime is not serious." Ji Fu said slightly.
Master Ying patted the mud on his hands, and the dried mud fell down one after another. "What mistake did the young shopkeeper make? Why did you say this?"
Ji Liyou puffed up his cheeks and said, "I was just talking randomly. By the way, where is old man Wen?"
"Sir will be leaving for a few days."
He said no wonder he hadn't seen him in the past few days.
He secretly suspected that the storyteller was hiding from him on purpose. Then he thought about it, it would be okay if he avoided him. Naturally, the storyteller would not have the temperament to do so. I just don’t know where he wandered.
"Three or four days?"
Master Ying said it was not clear yet, "I only know that Mr. Ying said he wanted to take back the Jinliangzhan."
"Jin Liangzhan, what is that?" Ji Liyou had never heard of this thing.
Seeing that he didn't know, Master Ying didn't want to talk too much. He put the weeds into the basket and said, "I wonder if the pigs will eat it if I chop it up and feed it to the pigs?"
Ji Liyou pulled him back and said, "Master Ying, if you know, please tell me. I heard that the old man keeps his mouth shut every day, but I want to know something about him."
"Why?"
Ji Liyou lowered his head and smiled suddenly, "I want to stay with him for the rest of my life. I want to know his past and what he is doing now. I want to know more about him."
Master Ying stopped asking questions. He avoided Ji Liyou's smile, plucked the straw in the basket and told him the origin of the Jinliangzhan.
That was when the Rain Master Chengge was in power, and during the ninth five-year plan, the weather in all states and counties was good.
There was a man in Yonglin County whose surname was Zhu, and whose name was Sanshen. He was an official and censor, his husband and wife were harmonious, and his family was happy.
When he was nearly fifty years old, there was a young master named Ruilin. He was born with a face like a ball of powder and lips like pearls. He was smart in reading and had a good mind in writing and writing. Everyone said that he was born to be a literary star.
I wish you and your wife a treasure of love.
When the boy of the Zhu family was five years old, he got married to his colleague Master Qian. They had different money and good writing skills. Mrs. Chen gave birth to a daughter named Chaochao. She had the appearance of a fish and a wild goose, and the appearance of a woman shy of the moonlight.
Since marrying the Zhu family, Qian and his wife have taught their daughter the three obediences and four virtues every day, and she can do embroidery like drawing a Luan, embroidering a phoenix, and embroidering a red girl.
Master Zhu, the censor, saw that Yu Shisong, a descendant of the Yushi family, relied on his power, cheated the emperor, and dared to kill the wise ministers. After that, he boldly participated in the music three times in a row.
Unexpectedly, the emperor protected his relatives. Although he punished Yu Shisong and dismissed him from office, in fact, he soon found a small crime against Mr. Zhu and demoted him to the people.
Zhu Sanshen had no choice but to start his journey. He was cut off from his official position. He was so angry that he couldn't express it. He was so angry that he lay unconscious in bed. No matter how many elixirs he drank, it didn't work.
Five or six days later, Master Zhu felt that he was seriously ill, with fever all over his body and coldness in his bones.
The lady waited on the bed, feeling sad. I remember that when my husband was studying, I used to practice writing under the window, even in the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, I did not neglect my studies.
I never thought that the emperor would trust his relatives, refuse to listen to good advice, demote his husband, dismiss his official position and become a common man. She felt sad but did not dare to let her husband see it, knowing that he would be even more angry.
Master Zhu called his wife to him and said: "Madam, maybe I will die in Liangzhu for the rest of my life. Don't be lazy and leave here quickly after I die. Yushi Songnai is a villain. If he knows that I am not here, he will definitely kill him. . You take the coffin back to your hometown and bury me in the ancestral grave. I also have some background at home, and I can spend these long years guarding the few acres of farmland and the house. Don’t forget me during the Spring and Autumn Festival."
After hearing this, my wife felt as if a knife was being twisted.
"Although my husband has a minor illness, he is just feeling depressed for a while. I will definitely consult famous doctors, so there is no need to worry." He advised me every day in front of the bed.
The maid said someone came to visit outside the door.
Zhu Sanshen heard this and said, "Madam, please stay out of the way first. Please invite the guests in quickly."
Not long after, Master Qian walked into the central hall.
I saw the young master standing in front of Mr. Zhu's bed. Although the child was still young, he still knew the etiquette and quickly bowed and asked me to sit down.
Master Qian said in front of the bed: "Sir, has your illness improved a little?"
Mr. Zhu struggled and said, "My dear brother, please sit down."
The wife asked someone to offer tea.
Lord Zhu burst into tears before he could say a few words.
Lord Qian knew that he was aggrieved and persuaded him, "I have returned to my hometown and had a happy life. I have spent my life leisurely. I have my wife and children by my side. I have no honor or shame. Why should I worry? I have a close affinity with Sanshen, so we got married." Qin and Jin made an appointment with two relatives at the age of 100. It’s also for their children.”
Zhu Sanshen thought he was here to cancel the engagement and said, "Brother Qian is too worried. After my death, there will be no owner in the family and few relatives and friends. Ruilin Fang is seven years old and your love is six years old. They want to complete a hundred years of happiness, but they expect me to be seriously ill." I can't support the Zhu family anymore, and naturally I can't take care of Ruilin. I don't know what this child will be like when he grows up. If he has no talent but no ability, it will be a disservice to your wife. I hope my daughter will find a good match."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Qian was filled with sadness and anger, "My dear brother, don't worry too much, don't treat me as a shameless villain. If my brother dies and your son grows up in the future, I will also get married."
After talking for a while, Mr. Qian left.
The wife cooked the medicine and walked to the bed with a soup bowl in hand to give the medicine.
Master Zhu suddenly remembered something, pushed the medicine bowl away and said, "Madam, go and get that brocade cup."
The wife opened the door, picked up the rosewood box from the turret, brought it to her husband, and placed it on the bedside.
Master Zhu opened the lock, took the brocade lamp in his hand, and said that this treasure was extraordinary.
It has been passed down from ancestors to this day.
No matter how much tea or wine is poured into the cup, the changes will be endless. Hot or cold as you like. The water contained in this cup can cure diseases and save people who are dying, but it can only be saved once. When he was young, he met a bandit on the road and was pierced by an arrow. His father filled the cup with water and fed it to him. , he opened his eyes again, and the wound on his chest disappeared. Just remember, never use one person twice.
This thing is priceless and extraordinary. I heard from my ancestors that it was originally a rare treasure in Penglai. It has been passed down from ancestors for seven or eight generations, and the Zhu family has never revealed the secret of this thing to outsiders.
After that, he told his wife and son to keep it carefully.
It was also the first time that his wife heard him say this, and she didn't take it seriously. Resurrection from the dead was just a joke. If a person really died, how could he come back with a cup? Of course she didn't believe it, but in order to reassure her husband, she had to pretend to accept it, saying that she would treasure it well.
A few days later, Mr. Wang died and passed away.
The lady and the young master cried till they died, and with tears in their eyes they prepared the clothes and the coffin. The mother and son were wearing linen and mourning, and the whole family was wearing white clothes.
Yu Shisong sent someone to pay tribute. Mrs. Zhu remembered her husband's words and did not dare to stay after the funeral. She immediately sold her house, prepared carriages and horses the next day, packed her luggage, packed the coffin and left Liangzhu in a hurry.
The Qian couple were sent to Shili Changting, where they agreed many times to send letters to each other.
(End of chapter)