Immortality starts from the Red Mansion

Chapter 131 Weird Painted Boat

After sipping tea for a while, Jia Hui asked the boatman to sail among hundreds of boats.

Aunt Lan, a middle-aged woman, and Xiu Niang were a little confused about Jia Hui's behavior, but Jia Hui paid for it and let him go.

"If I'm not wrong, the appearance of that weird boat has a lot to do with the grievances that have gathered along the Qinhuai River for hundreds of years."

Jia Hui stood at the bow of the boat. In his Dharma eyes, traces of resentment and sadness converged toward a mysterious space.

After determining the source, Jia Hui felt confident. The best way now is to transcend the source of these resentments and the weirdness that arises from them.

"Miss Xiu Niang, please step back!"

Jia Hui asked the people on the boat to leave, leaving him alone on the deck. He casually took out a futon and sat on it, with the shadow of a white lotus invisible to ordinary people appearing above his head.

As rays of innate pure divine light spread to the surroundings with ripples invisible to the naked eye, Jia Hui also recited the deduced salvation scriptures in his mouth.

Xiu Niang and Aunt Lan, a middle-aged woman in the cabin, looked at each other, and then they were attracted by the scriptures that Jia Hui was chanting softly, and they couldn't help but start chanting along.

Lines of spiritual light spread along the Qinhuai River, exuding a few cultivators who occasionally passed by. Other ordinary people had no idea what was happening.

"This is the master who showed compassion and resolved his grievances here. Unfortunately, he only treated the symptoms but not the root cause."

"This spiritual light has infinite miraculous effects, and some of the inner demons in Pindao's heart have also been eliminated. It's really incredible.

I'm taking advantage of this, but the masters probably won't care. "

Jia Hui didn't care about how many other practitioners there were. They were just making small plans here and chanting sutras on their own.

After reciting the sutra three times, Jia Hui also felt a little tired, and the resentment along the Qinhuai River for ten miles had disappeared by a small layer.

If you want to achieve full success, it will not take a while, and it is impossible to achieve.

"Taoist Priest, the daughter of the people is too blind to recognize the true immortal. Please take this money back, Taoist Priest." Aunt Lan, the embroiderer, and the boatman knelt on the ground.

The embroiderer held the silver in her hands and raised it high. When Jia Hui was chanting sutras just now, several people chanted along with them. The gloom in their hearts disappeared. They didn't know they had met an expert there.

Jia Hui stretched out his hand to help a few people up and said with a smile, "I saw that you are not such a conscientious person, so I got on your flower boat.

You guys, feel free to accept it, I will still be here to express my grievances for some time to come. "

Aunt Lan said another blessing, "We are lucky that the Taoist Master can take a liking to our ship. We will definitely listen to the Taoist Master's orders."

The flower boat was relatively small and the occupants were a bit reluctant, so Jia Hui found an inn nearby and settled down.

When we went back the next night, there was another girl on the boat. It was Xiu Niang's sister. She didn't come yesterday because she was feeling unwell.

Jia Hui drank tea for a while as usual, and then began to chant sutras again. After reciting three chapters, he still finished the chanting, but the eyes of the women became more and more pious, like believers.

After several days like this, some of the surrounding boat owners even began to notice Jia Hui, this strange Taoist priest.

Every day I just serve tea, drink a pot of tea on the deck, recite sutras for a while and then get off the ship, and I don’t pay a penny.

"Taoist priest, this is the big boat coming to my house. We have many girls here, and we like handsome people like Taoist priest the most!"

No, after more than ten days, a girl on a boat boldly invited Jia Hui to play.

Jia Hui just laughed it off, but Aunt Lan and Xiu Niang were frightened, fearing that Jia Hui would not like their boat. These days, they have been influenced by Jia Hui's scriptures, and they have long had the intention to repent and break away from this kind of life.

Even the signboards and red lanterns on the ship have been taken down. They no longer accept guests and only provide services to Jia Hui.

Jia Hui naturally saw it in his eyes, as if they sincerely repented, he would not mind helping them when the matter was over.

Nearly a month has passed and Jia Hui, a strange Taoist priest, has been noticed by many Huafangs.

This included sporadic information leaked by a few monks. Although not everyone knew about it, many dignitaries had begun to inquire about the origins of this expert.

However, due to the monk's intimidation, after the first few people met Jia Hui, no one dared to disturb him.

But there are still ruthless people who managed to find out about Jia Hui through various connections.

It turned out that the Suzhou prefect had reported Jia Hui's killing of Centipede Jing, and had solved many children's murder cases.

You can pretend to claim other merits, but for killing such a powerful monster, no one dares to take the credit.

Secretly, Jia Hui's information had been thoroughly investigated by the Song Dynasty court, and even the conflict between Jia Hui and his wife and Fa Hai was known to the court.

Such a powerful person appears on the banks of the Qinhuai River and chants sutras here every night. Just think about it and you know there is something wrong.

Especially after several young monks learned that the scriptures recited by Jia Hui had the effect of dispelling inner demons and calming the mind, every night, many painted boats intentionally or unintentionally approached the boat where Jia Hui was, just because there were so many people. Get some benefit.

Jia Hui himself didn't care about this at all. He just wanted to lure the mysterious boat out and see what kind of weirdness would be created by the sorrowful aura of countless women on the Qinhuai River for hundreds of years.

Time passed day by day, and most of the grievances that had accumulated along the Qinhuai River for hundreds of years had been purified by Jia Hui.

Three months later, Jia Hui had just finished reciting the scriptures when a gorgeous red boat appeared on the water unknowingly.

Although the abnormality appeared unexpectedly, no one except Jia Hui felt that it was abnormal.

The red painted boat parted from the water and came directly to Jia Hui's boat.

An unusually pleasant voice came from the cabin, "Thank you so much for reciting sutras these three months to suppress evil thoughts for me.

I have prepared fine wine and delicacies on the boat and invited the real person to come. "

The real owner finally appeared. Jia Hui smiled slightly and walked towards the red painted boat.

There was a sentence left behind, "Xiu Niang, please get off the boat and go ashore quickly. I don't know what will happen later."

Aunt Lan and Sister Xiu Niang had figured out some of Jia Hui's temper these days, so they quickly asked the boatman to work hard to hold the boat without saying a word.

The other people on the boat were not fools either. They had been affected by the strange power of the boat before and did not notice it.

Now that Jia Hui woke him up, he left desperately. After all, many people died on the weird boat.

On one of the most gorgeous paintings, a girl with extraordinary beauty opened the window curiously and looked at Jia Hui walking in the void, her eyes full of envy.

"I really want to become a free immortal like Master Jia. If Master Jia can return safely this time, I, Master Li, must worship him as my teacher and control my own destiny."

(End of this chapter)