So What If You've Been Reborn?

It's like snow at night.

Ten li in the outskirts of Beijing is full of rich and powerful Zhuangzi gardens, and there is a small town on the way, which was originally a place for the servants of the rich and famous families to rest and sharpen their feet.Because the rich and powerful went out, they always had to send someone to check on the Zhuangzi a few days in advance, and they had to leave reliable servants to watch the Zhuangzi. After coming and going, these wealthy servants also began to sell land nearby to buy properties, and gradually formed a bustling town.

This day happened to be the second day of the first lunar month.

Most of the aristocratic dignitaries are in the capital, and the Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing is deserted.

The stewards of these gardens, together with their relatives, regardless of whether they were civilians or the children of family servants for generations, when the snow stopped, they all gathered in the small town, drinking and gambling, and having a lively New Year's Eve.

Cloth banners with dice painted on them fluttered in the cold wind.

A man wearing a felt hat walked in with his head bowed and his sleeves rolled up.

The gambling house was very noisy, the oil lamps hung on the walls were shaky, and it was a little dim. The tables of the Eight Immortals were crowded with people, and the tables were covered with copper and silver, and there were red-faced gamblers everywhere.

The big-bodied gambling shop watched the field, leaning against the wall, and looked at everyone with hostility.

The man who entered the gambling house took off his felt hat, squeezed into the dice-sized table, and poked his head—he was dressed in a bit shabby, with only a jacket on his body, although it was new, it seemed that he hadn't been in the water much But with Feng Xuetian's frail appearance, he was obviously a domestic servant with no money in his pocket.

Either the owner was particularly stingy, or he messed up too badly.

The dignitaries punish those servants who have made mistakes but have some kindness, that is, send them to Zhuangzi. These people can only survive for the rest of their lives. The world is so cold that it is difficult to eat and wear warmth.

That is to say, during the New Year's Eve, if you are gifted by the master, you can get some rewards.

This kind of person is common in casinos. The big man watching the scene glanced at him contemptuously, and passed the man without even seeing his face clearly.

—He didn't know that he had lost his eye.

No matter how many people watch the gambling house, if they recognize Lian Jiazi, how can they see through a cultivator?

This disguised person is none other than Ji Hong.

The residence of Venerable Huanjian is not far from this small town.Ji Hong didn't even use any tricks to come here. He restrained his spiritual power, dodged his eyes, pretended to be cowering, and then applied a light layer of black charcoal on his forehead and cheekbones. Those domestic servants are generally the same.

In his previous life, Ji Hong felt that everyone in the cultivation world had their eyes set above the top, Nascent Soul cultivators looked down on people below the Golden Core stage, and cultivators generally did not pay attention to ordinary people. This kind of neglect caused the eight-tailed fox to hide in the ordinary Shixing was making waves, but the demon cultivators of the righteous way didn't realize it. Instead, they questioned each other. Even after the demon fox was rounded up in Beihai County, some people still questioned whether the demon fox really existed.

These cultivators, whether they are proud of their status or accustomed to avoiding the world, they are too ignorant of mundane things.

For example, the blindfold they are used to is really good, but if they encounter a cultivator with a higher level of cultivation, they will simply put the label "I am a cultivator" on their foreheads.Especially like Ji Hong today, sneaking into a place that monks are not interested in and would not come to. If he uses cover-ups, then this label has to be added with "I have a problem", "I have bad intentions", "I have no good intentions". Is there anything more stupid than sneaking around doing something"?

This is the sphere of influence of Venerable Huanjian. Walking on the road, it is not unusual to meet one or two demon cultivators occasionally!Everyone is doing nothing these days, and when they see people using blindfolds, they become curious and sometimes play stalking.

——Ji Hong, who considers himself not a fool, showed a mocking smile.

Soon, he restrained himself without a trace, took out copper coins from his sleeve tremblingly, and placed bets.

Ji Hong lost it casually, but he was not lucky enough to lose all of it. He just sighed and sighed every time he lost, which made the people around him disgusted and shouted for the poor to go away.

He was not annoyed by being pushed a few steps, and continued to lean behind cheekily.

Until an hour later, when he pretended not to glance at the casino again, Ji Hong's heart skipped a beat, and he tried his best to contain the surprise in his heart.

The person he was waiting for has arrived!

I don't know when, a young man sneaked into the noisy gambling hall. He looked white and clean, but his eyebrows were mischievous. He quietly looked at people's sleeves and purses. He had no interest in the dice shaking in the porcelain cup. He didn't care about the thick stack of silver coins.

It didn't take long for the boy to determine his goal.

He slowly took out some broken silver, approached a table, and started to gamble casually, but his eyes always fell on the jade pendant hanging on the waist of a man who smelled of alcohol.

The pendant is about jade, a little variegated, but the texture is excellent, and it looks very delicate.Most likely it was scraps of jade bi or something, and the master rewarded it. It seems that this servant is quite powerful, and the status of the master is not bad.

The man was yelling and drinking, patting the banknotes, looking like he was winning or losing, and he was in high spirits.

Ji Hong also pretended to be pushed and shoved, and walked around to the table.

The boy looked up at him, Ji Hong just stared at the dice, his face was flushed, just like other gamblers.

After a few innings, the young man made a move. With a flick of his finger, he touched the jade pendant very lightly—but before he had time to slip away, the big man who watched the scene shouted angrily, stepped forward a few steps, and picked up the young man. collar.

"Little thief! Dare to stretch your claws in our gambling shop?"

Everyone at the gaming table was shocked and touched their pockets one after another.

The young man struggled for a while, and said angrily, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Young master, I'm betting here, and I'm lucky, so don't spout blood!"

"My Hetian jade pendant!" The owner yelled, grabbed the young man with his hands back, and said viciously, "Did you steal it, send it to the official!"

The spectator next to him sneered: "Steward Wang, the yamen is taking a rest in the first month of the month! Besides, if you go to the government because of this matter, your master will dislike it. If you find something, break his hand, that's all."

The owner angrily glanced at the young man, and found that he was dressed in simple and ordinary clothes, and he looked like an outsider. A fierce look flashed in his eyes: "Boy, ask your family to pay you some money for ransom, and I will let you go."

"You guys are talking nonsense!" The young man shouted struggling, pointing at the big man watching the casino, "Which eye of yours saw the young master stealing from him?"

"Humph!"

The big man in the audience smiled sinisterly, "Boy, I'll keep an eye on you when you come in! Last year you stole the snuff bottle of Xu Jiasan's manager in our gambling shop and beat you up. How dare you come this year?"

When the owner heard that he was not someone with any background, he immediately lifted his spirits, rolled up his sleeves and yelled angrily, "Strip this kid naked, find his belongings, beat him up and throw him out, I'll be the one to freeze to death!"

The boy's original indifferent expression suddenly changed, he took out the pendant and threw it out, and even spat: "Who cares about such worthless leftovers, a slave girl will be a slave girl in the next life!"

"You hit!"

All of a sudden, the casino seemed to be boiling, there was a burst of punching and kicking, and some irrelevant people also took advantage of troubled waters and kicked a few times.

Ji Hong didn't join in the fun, but just pointed at the gaming table and yelled: "It's not open yet, I'm betting!"

The dealer who rolled the dice looked at him lazily, and opened the cup, and there were three small dots inside.

Ji Hong was overjoyed, and shouted with his neck straightened: "Haha, I won, pay quickly, I bet fifty copper coins."

Although the money in the casino was in a mess, the banker certainly remembered to bet, especially Ji Hong, a poor man, wandered around for an hour, and the money he got out of his sleeves was less than fifty copper coins, and he bet so much at once. Woolen cloth!

"What did you say?" The banker had already seen this poor man as displeased, "Come on, someone is cheating!"

In a rage, Ji Hong lifted the table and yelled, "You guys are cheating and cheating! I have already lost a tael of silver!"

"Drag this troublemaker out, hit!"

So Ji Hong was also beaten up by Ping Ping Ping Pong.

"Steward Wang, are you still taking off this little thief's clothes?"

"How much is the clothes worth? Break off the hands and feet and just throw them out!" The owner felt very unlucky, and it was really bad to make such a fuss during the Chinese New Year.

The big guy who watched the gambling house beat Ji Hong well, then dragged the two of them out together, lifted the curtain at the door of the gambling house, and threw them directly into the middle of the road, with their faces buried in the snow.

The night was dark, because there was no curfew in the first month, the taverns and singing halls in this town continued to sing and sing, the drunk Lai Han was thrown out three or four times, and no one stopped to watch.

The wind and snow were tight, and passers-by hurried past.

"This casino must use fake dice!"

Ji Hong slapped the snow hard, and raised his head angrily.

The thief next to him, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen, made a strange sound in his bones, and then sat up perfectly.

"Bah." The young man rolled his mouth resentfully towards the gambling house, and muttered an obscenity, "There are so many people busy, I even forgot to use this face to come to this gambling house."

The two looked at each other in the snow, Ji Hong pretended to be surprised and opened his mouth wide: "This... Fellow Daoist?"

"Hmm." The young man looked unhappy.

"That jade pendant is worth a hundred and eighty taels of silver. It's a good deal to be beaten up by a mortal." Ji Hong grabbed a handful of snow, wiped off the black charcoal on his face, and had some black moles on it, and added a circle around it. As a cover-up, he took out the clothes from the storage bag and put them on with a shake. When he stood up again, he looked like a handsome young man in troubled times again.

The young man's eyes lit up: "Didn't fellow daoists use blindfolds?"

"Ha, my cultivation level is superficial, and I only like to gamble. Since I was ten years old, I have often pretended to go out to have fun. Later, my family suffered drastic changes and I was almost exiled. Fortunately, my bones are good, and I was rescued." Ji Hong said with a smile, "Once I pass After many years, I was about to form a pill, but I could never forget the sound of the dice. I had to sneak out and enjoy it."

The boy nodded again and again, seeming to agree with the words.

Bending two fingers back and forth, he sighed: "This youthful habit, I really can't get rid of it in my life!"

"Fellow Taoist has a profound cultivation level, which I didn't realize before. I don't know if there is anything Ji Hong can help me when I come to the capital." Ji Hong said respectfully but calmly, secretly complimenting the other party for his flawless blindness.

The young man looked at him with interest: "You were beaten, but you are not annoyed?"

Ji Hong shrugged his shoulders: "Not too much, I have been beaten more than ten times this year!" His expression suddenly changed, and he said viciously, "It's strange to say! How can I hear the dice filled with mercury? Distinguish the position, how can it be wrong!"

"Haha." The young man laughed loudly, "How skillful ordinary people are, even my generation of demon cultivators can't see it!"

Ji Hong was overjoyed when he heard the words, but concealed it very well.

Seeing it in his eyes, the young man felt a little more fond of this companion in need. This young man was born in the market, and no matter how well he usually concealed it, he still couldn't help committing old problems.

Not to mention stealing ill-gotten gains, but never stealing from the poor.

What's more, being rich doesn't mean you're a villain. How can you tell who's good and who's bad when you're standing on the street?

So he likes to go to the gambling house and go to the brothel to be a thief.

"Come on, I'll invite fellow Taoists to drink!" The young man didn't take back his tricks, he patted Ji Hong on the shoulder, and said cheerfully, "I don't have anything important to do in Beijing this time, but it's the New Year's Eve, so I can just go for a stroll."

One of the two thinks the other is interesting, eccentrics are rare, and the other intends to make friends, and soon the conversation is in full swing.

The two generations of Ji Hong are human beings, they have experienced people, and they are well aware of each other's hidden quirks and true identities. They are even more witty and witty, and every sentence speaks to the heart of that young man.

When they arrived at a restaurant, the food hadn't been served yet, but the two of them were already familiar as if they had been friends for many years.

"Oh...I'm a small thief in the market. I didn't know my parents or my surname since I was a child, so I was called Xiaoliuzi." The young man drank with a burning knife, very happy, "It's New Year's Day, I want to see Master, and the result is just right. Yue, you actually told me to shut the door! The dead old man is getting more and more outrageous!"

Holding his cup, Ji Hong sighed: "My master died many years ago. He was said to be a demon cultivator, but he didn't do anything harmful. He was killed by a Nascent Soul cultivator sent by Juju."

"You are near the suburbs of Beijing, presumably you are also a subordinate of Venerable Huanjian?" The young man squinted at him.

"Yes, it's a pity that my cultivation is superficial." Ji Hong didn't mention his identity, nor asked the other party's background.

"Your roots are really good. It's just a matter of time before you get promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage and take revenge." The boy squinted his eyes and said.

Ji Hong paused, and smiled casually: "Thanks for the auspicious words, it's just that the righteous way deceives me too much, and it's not a day or two. What do you say, let's drink!"

The young man nodded, hugged the jug and said angrily: "In this world, there are too many bad masters, my family is that! Don't teach me swordsmanship, and say that I don't look like a sword! Then why are you picking me as an apprentice? Dislike me for not being able to steal money, and said that I want to go out to perform! Damn old man! You are so rich, but you don’t even have a drink every year, and this year, you don’t even want me as an apprentice!"

He slapped the table, Ji Hong just poured the wine and didn't speak.

A smile flashed across his drooping eyes.

——If he hadn't been reborn, if Ji Hong hadn't been a monk in the Mahayana period before he went mad, how could he know that the unfathomable Master Huanjian likes to play shadow puppetry?

As for the number one venerable in the Demonic Way, Huanjian's apprentice, Lietian Zun, it seems that he has a bad relationship with Huanjian. In fact, he has to avoid people's eyes every year to see his master, and he has a habit of stealing things in the market?