Brother Rong of Red Mansion

Chapter 55
  The word opportunity is really wonderful.

I just went out of the city to send a message to Jia Jing. I was so lucky to meet General Man and be taught the "Eight Parts of Vajra Skills".

After practicing the "Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu" once, Jia Rong became familiar with the moves. General Man said goodbye and left, striding down the mountain.

He had a huge appetite, and the few plates of cakes and two pots of warm wine in the mid-level pavilion were not even enough to stuff his teeth.

Now he sold the tiger to Jia Rong, got a golden barley seed, and left happily.

Seeing General Man walking away on the snowy mountain road, Jia Rong was silent for a while, then suddenly called Sun Heng and packed up the things in the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Two people were left to guard the horses, while he led Sun Rui and others up the mountain along the stone steps.

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  Xuanzhen Temple is built on the top of Tiantai Mountain, nestled in lush forests, backed by green mountains and facing Jinghu Lake, with a quiet and pleasant environment.

At this moment, heavy snow rolled up in the gray sky, and the mountain roads were covered with dense forests, all covered with a layer of white. Looking around, the ice and snow are pure and pure. The air has become pure. Take a deep breath into your lungs, exhale all the turbid air, and turn it into a breath.

Instantly, I felt like my whole person was purified.

Jia Rong and his party walked along the stone steps of the mountain road for a while, and suddenly their vision broadened. They stepped onto a platform and saw a Taoist temple in the distance.

The Taoist temple, with its red walls and green tiles and numerous palaces, is a replica of the architectural structure of the Han Dynasty. Selected by Jia Jing himself. It faintly reveals the simple, natural, majestic and majestic architectural style.

Outside the gate of the Taoist temple is a wide platform.

At this moment, two Taoist boys wearing Hunyuan scarves and blue cotton robes were sweeping snow outside the Taoist temple, with a layer of snow covering their crowns and shoulders.

Hearing the footsteps and seeing someone coming up the stone steps, the two Taoist boys turned their heads to look, then showed surprise and said, "It's Uncle Rong from Ningguo Mansion here!"

After saying that, one person dropped the broom, turned around and ran into the temple to inform the guest.

Soon, a middle-aged Taoist priest, leading a few people, walked out of Xuanzhen Temple and greeted him from a distance: "Uncle Rong, why are you here in this snowy day?"

At this time, Jia Rong walked slowly up the stage, met with the Taoist priests, and said: "It snowed heavily last night, and the cold wind filled my stomach, and I caught the wind and cold. Now I have a severe fever, and it's useless to call a doctor. I came here to report it." Say it sir."

"But is he seriously ill?"

Zhike walked towards the temple to welcome Jia Rong and his party. He was startled when he heard this and asked quickly.

"I asked Physician Wang from Taiyuan Hospital. After a pulse diagnosis, he said it was useless. He asked me to prepare for the funeral." Jia Rong shook his head and sighed, and walked into Xuanzhen Guanzhengyuan. Seeing the bending green pines, the gloomy green cypresses, the slow flowing water under the steps, and the beautiful mountains behind the walled courtyard, it is really a paradise in a cave.

Poems as proof:

Qinggang goes straight up to Xuanzhen Temple, which is a small cave in the world.

Flowers and stones cover the light, the dragon exhales, Zhitian scatters colors and jade creates smoke.

The road is covered with strawberries and moss, and the willows are lined with fishing boats.

The meeting of the immortals is more relaxed and unrestrained. They cook tea and burn bamboos at night and talk about mysteries.

"Hey, that's not a trivial matter. I need to report it to the host. Uncle Rong is coming with me. The host is doing homework in the main hall." Zhike was taken aback and greeted Jia Rong to the main hall with a solemn face.

Xuanzhen Temple was built at the site selected by Jia Jing. The Taoist priests in the temple were all mixed together, as well as many wandering Taoist monks. There were even Confucian gentry who occasionally stayed and studied with Jia Jing to learn Taoism.

Along the way, Jia Rong saw many lay people enjoying the snow and drinking tea, talking loudly, without any trace of the "pure spirit" of monks. Seeing Jia Rong, they all saluted, some with worldly and flattering smiles on their faces.

What kind of serious Taoism is this?
  Jia Rong shook his head and walked into the Hall of Sanqing. He saw Jia Jing, who was wearing a golden and jade Taiqing lotus crown, purple Taoist robes and scarlet clothes. He was dressed in bright colors and looked like a "Taoist master", sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"Master!"

There was a cry in Jia Rong's voice. After entering the hall, she knelt down in front of the threshold with a thud.

Jia Jing frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at Jia Rong angrily. How can I be disturbed when I am meditating in silence? This Brother Rong is really ignorant!
  Just as he was about to scold him, he saw Jia Rong choking and crying, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Immediately, Jia Jing's anger dissipated, but he asked suspiciously: "Why are you here? But what happened in the house?"

Jia Jing was confused.

Yesterday afternoon, the government sent someone to give him a gift and told him that Jia Rong was successful. Why did Jia Rong come crying today?

Could it be that the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor still had grievances against the Jia family, and when they heard that Brother Rong had become successful, they issued an order to punish him?

Jia Jingzheng was suspicious, but he heard Jia Rong cry: "Master, it's all because of my grandson that he insists on entertaining guests in the Taiping Tower. It snowed last night, and the master accidentally filled his stomach with cold wind and contracted the cold. Today I came back early and took a shower, and my body started to feel hot. I took cold water elixirs and ephedra soup, but they didn't help. Wang Jiren from the Taiyuan Hospital came to take a look and said that the master's kidney water had dried up and the cold poison had invaded the internal organs. There was no cure. Save, let your grandson prepare for the funeral. Wuwuwu..."

In an instant, Jia Jing was shocked.

A sense of desolation and loneliness, like "white-haired people sending black-haired people", arose in Jia Jing's heart.

He was silent for a long time and sighed: "I am an outsider, practicing in the temple from afar, but I also faintly heard that your father and son were not angry and acted randomly all day long. It turns out that after hearing the news yesterday, I thought that the prodigal son had turned around and Ning Mansion I'm not exhausted yet. But I never thought that something like this would happen again. Alas, it's all fate."

Jia Rong knelt down, paused, and burst into tears.

"Master, it's all because of my grandson's unfilial piety! If I hadn't snatched the leader of Lao Shizi's garden party, and got so carried away that I decided to reserve the venue at the Taiping Tower. I wouldn't have fallen ill. It's all because of my grandson's unfilial piety. I wish I could have died immediately. Go, so that I can be safe and sound..."

"Ugh."

Jia Jing shook his head and sighed.

"You are talking nonsense again. People's life, old age, illness and death are all determined. How can you, a child, control everything?

"Your master is unlucky. The Taiping Tower is a place of ecstasy, and yet there is such a heavy snowfall. This is what he deserves in his life.

"You should be more open-minded and take responsibility for the Ningguo Mansion. That is the most important thing. I heard that you have the ambition to restore the glory of your ancestors, which is good.

"Just going to Beijing camp..."

Suddenly, Jia Jing fell silent and sighed: "It's okay. It's been so long. It would be great if you, your children and grandchildren, could try your luck."

Jia Rong sobbed: "Yes, my grandson will definitely live up to my grandpa's teachings and take it as his own responsibility to restore the glory of his ancestors. But now, my grandpa is seriously ill and my grandson is unfilial. I want to invite my grandpa to come home and see me."

"Chier, what if I go?"

Jia Jing shook his head, not wanting to listen to Ning Fu's cry, but he heard Jia Rong cry: "Master! Master is lying on the bed, mumbling incoherently. My grandson can only hear 'Master, Master'. I think it is Master who has thought about it." Master. I beg you to have mercy and go see me. Don’t let your grandson bear the heavy crime of unfilial piety!"

As soon as he said this, Jia Jing fell silent and sighed helplessly, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)