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Chapter 144 Whose home is that? my home

The paper money burns and the ashes scatter,
Jigong, played by Ning Feng, stood beside the tombstone with his hands clasped together, raising his head slightly, closing his eyes and chanting sutras, and kept chanting in a low voice.

Salvation for the dead.

The young girl has not yet gotten over the grief of her father's death.

Slowly opening the blue package lying on the grass not far away,

He took out the unused silver coins of his deceased father, carefully held them in his hands, and walked to Ning Feng.
He whispered softly: "My benefactor."

"The remaining silver will be returned to you."

Jigong, played by Ning Feng, heard the voice, opened his eyes, and stopped chanting.
He glanced sideways and lowered his eyebrows, then looked at the young girl in front of him with a smile,
"These silver coins, you can take them back for your dowry."

He pointed at the silver in the girl's hand, and then pointed at the girl again,

The tone is a bit teasing, but full of goodwill.
"Find a good son-in-law!"

Ning Feng spoke earnestly and thoughtfully.

When the young girl heard this, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and then there was a smile on her face.

"I, the monk, want to drink your wedding wine!"

Jigong, played by Ning Feng, picked up the tattered cattail leaf fan in his hand and gently patted the back of the girl's head as a blessing.

"My benefactor!" The young girl was grateful for a moment and didn't know how to repay her.

He could only kneel down and worship Ning Feng in front of him.

Ning Feng, on the other hand, quickly helped him up and muttered: "Hey, don't say goodbye."

"you are welcome."

"Thank you. It's me, monk. I want to thank you."

After that, he fanned the cattail leaf fan in his hand again, his face full of mystery.

These words were spoken not only by young girls,
Even all the spectators who saw this were stunned.

What do you mean, why are you thanking this girl?
Didn't Jigong help her bury her father?

Why is the favor reversed now?
"Thank me?" the young girl asked doubtfully, with surprised eyes.

And Jigong, played by Ning Feng, did not show off and gave the answer directly.
"Look, you still have a filial heart."

Pu Fan pointed at her father's tombstone behind the girl.

Then the conversation changed,
"But some people..."

"But he has a wolf heart!"

Ning Feng's eyes were half-closed, and when he spoke, his tone was full of emotion and sighs.
Shaking his hand slightly, he pointed to the far corner of the mountain.

The young girl thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't figure it out.

Ning Feng's voice came to my ears again,

"I just want to use your filial piety to teach that wolf heart a lesson!"

His eyes were fixed on a corner of the mountain from beginning to end.
While talking, he pinned the cattail leaf fan in his hand to the hemp rope around his waist.
He quickly leaned down,
From the yellow mud ground full of dead branches, I picked up a dry and yellow branch.
Use the red candle in front of the tombstone to light it.

The branches burned and gray smoke rose.

As for Jigong, played by Ning Feng, he muttered something and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Coax Mami Mami to coax..."

He continued to read in a low voice, while his fingers moved back and forth towards the burning branches in the air.

After a moment, a look of determination appeared on his face,
"Mummy coax!"

With one sound, he threw the burning branch high into the sky far away!
The branch turned into a butterfly with flame wings in mid-air.
Even though it is far away, it can float steadily towards its aimed destination.

In an instant, he landed at the bottom of the mountain, in a luxurious mansion courtyard.

In just a moment, a little flame turned into a raging flame.
The raging fire engulfed the entire mansion!

Thick smoke billowed out, obscuring the view.

"Huh? What does this mean?"

At the judges' table, Chen Daoming looked at him in mist.
"If the young girl buying steamed buns at the beginning and helping the little girl sell her body to bury her father are all portraying Jigong's unique style of behavior." "Then if a fire burns down this house, what is it portraying?"

"I don't understand. I'm also confused."

Gong Li shook her head slowly, her tone full of doubts.

"Don't the rules of this round require contestants to act out the history and past behind their characters? So far, Ning Feng doesn't seem to be able to act out at all?"

"Now another fire has burned down the house. Whose mansion is it burning? For what reason?"

Only Zhang Yimou pointed out the key point,
"This fire is the signal that will pave the way for the real end."

"Director Zhang, what do you mean..." Gong Li blinked and took a deep breath.

"Now, has Ning Feng's performance really begun?"

"That's right." Zhang Yimou nodded.

He pointed in the direction of the studio,

"With such a long performance as a foreshadowing, what Ning Feng will show next is the real Jigong's past."

"I'm really looking forward to how exciting the main story behind it will be with such excellent foreshadowing!"

At this moment, as Zhang Yimou's words fell,

In the photo studio,
The AI ​​computer began to project another picture,

"Young Master, Young Master——"

In the Li family's mansion, beside the pond in the lush backyard,

The housekeeper was calling loudly, constantly looking for Li Xiuyuan, the young master of the Li family.

Today is the day when he and the girl from the Lu family are getting married.
But the wedding was about to take place, and Li Xiuyuan, the groom's official, disappeared.

"Master! Master—"

The butler searched with the scorching sun above his head to no avail.

In the Li Mansion, the girl from the Lu family was waiting for her new house.

Dressed in festive red clothes, with a hijab on his head, he was waiting patiently.

After sitting for a long time, I felt a little numb and bored. I raised my hijab and looked towards the door.
But no one came for a long time.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the table not far away.

There was a brand new letter on it, with four words marked on the outside: From my father.

The Lu girl was instantly startled and stood up hastily.

When I opened the letter, I felt as if I had received bad news. I covered my face and started crying.

Li Xiuyuan's father, Li Shanren, who came after hearing the news, after reading the contents of the letter clearly,

Exclaimed: "Ah!"

He suddenly pushed open the door of his new house. The red candles in the house were almost burning out.
Li Shanren shouted loudly toward the door:
"Xiu Yuan, where are you?!"

The voice seemed to be pleading, wanting to bring back the son who had left without saying goodbye.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The dull sound of temple bells replaced Li Shanren’s call.
The environment in the picture changes quietly,

This is a temple not far from the Li family’s residence.
Guoqing Temple.

In the Buddhist hall, rows of red candles flickered.

Three or five monks are standing together,
Among them is the abbot of Guoqing Temple in cassock.

He was personally untying the turban on the head of the figure sitting in front of him.

The beating sound of wooden fish is continuous, and everything in the Buddhist hall makes people feel at ease.
But when all the audience saw clearly the old monk sitting in front of the abbot,

While waiting for the figure of the man to untie his turban,
Everyone was immediately shocked.

"Then...isn't that Ning Feng?"

"This is Jigong? No, it's Jigong when he was young!"

(End of this chapter)