The One Hundred and Eighth Rebirth of the King

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Zhao Jiang has a secret, she can't die.

Of course, it’s not that you can’t die in the traditional sense, it’s rebirth.

Zhao Jiang was quite new about this a few times before, but after more times, he began to hate his own physique - after all, he had used the golden finger dozens of times, and this time he still couldn't live past the age of 30.

Zhao Jiang always felt that something was missing in his life

Until Zhao Jiang met a person----

The first time we met by chance, without saying a few words, Zhao Jiang unfortunately died of loss;

The second official meeting, still without saying a few words, the girl picked up the murder weapon and stabbed her in the heart.

……

Zhao Jiang hastily approved another hexagram for himself, tsk tsk, life offender.

Probably:

Be safe with whatever you encounter

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☆, Faithful Zhao Jiang

Zhao Jiang has a secret, she can't die.

It's not that you can't die in the traditional literal sense, but spiritually, spiritually...

Yep, that's her three rebirths.

She opened her eyes and stared at the beams of the algae well for a long time. She tried to get up but failed. In addition, her whole body was hot and thirsty. Zhao Jiang glanced at the two thin arms pressed on the quilt, and finally confirmed that this time she should be Reborn at the age of 15.

At the age of 15, during the winter solstice, she fell into the water because of her love for playfulness. Afterwards, she became seriously ill. The doctors in the general’s mansion were helpless. She stayed on the bed for two months. She was able to recover with her strong horoscope and Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. .

Two months of porridge and bitter medicine!Two months!

After thinking about the situation he was in, Zhao Jiang sighed with difficulty, but he couldn't be more troubled by his own sick body. He closed his eyes and took a rest, wanting to get through this difficult time sooner.

After staying on the bed for half a month, his body was finally able to breathe a bit, so Zhao Jiang asked someone to help him move to a small courtyard near the water in his house to think about life.

It was early spring, and the weather was still cold, so Zhao Jiang was holding a hand stove, holding a stone at his feet to press the fishing rod, thinking about how to live in this life.In her previous life, she went to the mountains and went to the countryside seven or eight times, and she ruined all those wild game delicacies. She was so thick-skinned that she was a little embarrassed; and that dude had also been five or six times, and she was really tired. Qing, Lou Those old tunes in the small courtyard, Zhao Jiang can sing seventy percent of them with just opening his mouth, they are boring and boring.

However, the compassionate Bodhisattvas of Zhongshan Temple should not be tired of her, ah, and the old Taoist of Guiyun Temple, in his previous life, he deliberately recruited her to be his disciple!

Is it better to be a monk, or to be a Taoist priest?

Zhao Jiang compared the pros and cons of the two. When a fish took the bait, he was too lazy to call someone to get the reel. He simply unhooked the hook and released the fish. Then he put on a new bait and threw the hook into the water, just lazily killing time. time.

A fishing rod, a pool of fish, a problem, time and space, and it will be June in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the fine weather, Zhao Jiang also became interested in going out for an outing.After tidying up, he rode to the bank of Baqiao, under the five willow trees, the familiar old Taoist was open-minded, with perverted expression and unrestrained appearance.Zhao Jiang stepped forward and knocked on the weeping willow, and said, "Dr. Zhou, I'm here to buy wine."

Dr. Zhou raised his eyes and glanced at her: "How many catties?"

"Half a catty is enough."

"What wine?"

"No. [-] wine"

"Okay, take the money, ten yellows and three bronzes"

As promised, Zhao Jiang took out ten ingots of gold and three copper plates dipped in incense and handed them to Dr. Zhou.Dr. Zhou weighed the gold on the scale, and with a frown, he dug out a jar of wine from under the third willow tree on the right, sealed it, drank it himself, and then took out the wine bowl and credited it stingily. Half a bowl of Zhao Jiang.Zhao Jiang sighed, as soon as the wine bowl touched his lips, Dr. Zhou had already drank the rest of the wine with his head up, leaving an empty wine jar in his hand.

"What do you want to be?" After drinking, Dr. Zhou cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Jiang, assuming an air of arrogance and despise.

Zhao Jiang moistened his throat with wine, and muttered: "What else is it? Let's tell your fortune and see how long you can live."

Dr. Zhou nodded, and threw the three copper plates in his hand into the wine jar. One throw was for one line. Yang Yao, it can be seen that if you are not born in a noble family, you must be reincarnated with great power, and you will be able to enjoy the great atmosphere of the world. In this life, you will be prosperous in wealth, famous and official.

Tsk tsk, I never get tired of hearing good words.

Zhao Jiang took three copper coins from Dr. Zhou's palm, dialed them, and asked, "Then how long will I live in this life?"

Dr. Zhou seemed to be stopped by the question, he pondered for a while and said, "One Jiazi."

The hexagrams are the same as the previous lives, but the wealth, career, and health have not been fulfilled, and the life expectancy is even worse. She has lived more than 25 lives, and none of them have passed [-]. , [-] six did not die, even if the high incense is burned, the great virtue has been accumulated.What nonsense!But after hearing such nonsense, Zhao Jiang didn't feel annoyed after hearing it, and he didn't point his nose at him and scold him for cheating. Instead, he smiled and said with great satisfaction, "Then I will lend you a good word."

Zhao Jiang patted Dr. Zhou's wine jar, advised a few words that it's indecent to be open-chested, and then hummed a Goulan ditty and got on the horse to continue outing.

Speaking of which, Zhao Jiang didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, so he was naturally very lazy about fortune-telling, but no matter how determined he was in his disbelief, after more than 50 rebirths that ended in a short life, even if the fortune-teller said She descends to the earth, with boundless mana, immortality, and she can believe it... people, I always have to find some support for myself, otherwise I open my eyes every day and think that I will not live to be thirty in this life, and I will be sad and depressed , What a miserable day to live.

Zhao Jiang rode a horse along the river, took two young men for a walk to the west of Baqiao, and after a stick of incense, he should be able to see the official road, and then he could find a wine shop and teahouse to sit down and comfort his stomach.

The stewed beef in the small shop with the Yangzi wine flag is quite delicious, and you can order a pot of good wine to accompany the meat...

Just as he was thinking about it, a strange fragrance came, and Zhao Jiang's tame horse suddenly raised its hooves, and galloped suddenly as if frightened. Holding the reins and clutching the temples with one hand, he bent over the horse's back and couldn't get up.The two servants who accompanied him turned pale with fright, and tried to restrain and comfort the frightened horse, but to no avail.