"Who is this woman?"
"Could it be that a senior arranged for her to test Flying Bear?"
"What's there to test? Flying Bear is a mortal. It's only right for him to marry and have concubines. I think … this woman is not bad. She's more than enough for him."
On a cloud high in the sky, a few Daoists sat cross-legged around a short table. There were a few teacups on the short table. The Huanglong Daoist, the Great Daoist Master of Numinous Treasure, and the Perfected Lord Qingxu were among them.
They should be strolling around the South Continent to see if they could learn from Perfected Taiyi and find an opportunity to send one or two immortals of Jie School to the Celestial Court to "enjoy life".
The three sects were of the same root and took care of each other.
When they arrived at Chaoge City, the three Golden Immortals of Chanism naturally wanted to see the recent situation of the person who had become a god. From afar, they saw Jiang Shang chatting happily with a female "cultivator" in the fortune-telling shop.
There were a few small turtle shells on the table in front of Jiang Shang. They had just done a divination previously. However, what they were talking about had nothing to do with the divination.
Jiang Shang kept sighing.
"Although my heart is firm, I do not have an immortal opportunity. I have cultivated for more than forty years. Now, I only have two or three Dao techniques."
"Even if I have everything in my mind, there is no place for me to use them. I have the ambition of a Kun Peng in my heart, but I can't use it at all."
"Although the Shang Dynasty relied on the vassals, they caused trouble for them. Now, there are 800 vassals in the world. What a joke! The current king of Shang is already in danger. He can only use torture to implement the new policy. The 800 vassals rebelled. It's really ironic. "
At the mention of politics, the noble lady's gaze wandered. Jiang Shang knew that he had said too much and cupped his hands at Rou 'er.
"I've embarrassed myself, Madam Rou 'er."
"Let's stop talking today. I still have a few shops to visit," Rou 'er said softly and bowed to Jiang Shang.
Jiang Shang hurriedly stood up and said, "Let's chat to our heart's content. I wonder when I can meet you again, Madam Rou 'er."
Rou 'er covered her mouth and chuckled. "My shop is opposite Mr. Jiang Shang. If you want to look for me, take this item and look for the shop assistant in my shop. He will lead you to my residence."
Go to your residence?
Jiang Shang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How can I …"
Although he said that he could not accept it, Jiang Shang reached out his hand and took the sachet. Rou'er walked out of the shop and turned her head to look at Jiang Shang.
At the corner of the street, the maid hurriedly ran over. She bowed to her mistress and supported Rou 'er's arm.
The maidservant turned her head and looked at the corner of the street. There were a few beggars there who were bowing and bowing to her, happily sharing the dozen or so coins.
"Hmph." The maid snorted lightly and glanced at Jiang Shang who was standing there. She felt that this old man was so hateful that she really should teach him a lesson.
However, Jiang Shang did not notice the female attendant's gaze. This was because his eyes were unconsciously staring at Madam Rou 'er with a gentle smile on his face.
Under the sunlight, her skin was like white jade, with a kind of luster.
Rou 'er bowed and said, "Goodbye …"
"Goodbye," Jiang Shang cupped his hands in farewell and walked out of the door. He watched as the two women merged into the bustling street.
Just as Rou 'er and the maid left …
"Fortune teller!" A shout came from the side. "Are you going to have your fortune read today?"
Jiang Shang turned around. Where was his previous elegant demeanor? His eyes were cold. He stroked his beard and said indifferently, "Since I am running a shop, naturally I have to have my fortune read. If you are sincere in asking for a fortune, come in."
"Oh, you have quite a temper." A few beggars in ragged clothes walked into the hall. Jiang Shang frowned but did not say anything. He returned to his seat.
After putting away the turtle shell used for divination, he said, "One divination costs five copper coins."
The beggars were stunned. Then they cursed and looked like they were about to hit someone. One of the beggars shouted, "You old man! I was listening at the door for a long time. Did you take half a copper coin from that young lady? "
Jiang Shang looked at the person who shouted and said, "Fate and fate are different. Time and tide are not the same. I am friends with that lady, but I am doing business with you.
The beggars were furious. They were lazy, so they ended up begging on the street. They could get some money from the kind-hearted people every day to get enough food and clothing.
Even so, they felt that they were much stronger than those slaves.
Jiang Shang taunted them, showing no respect to the Four Tiger Brothers of the Third Street in the west market of Zhaoge City!
At that moment, a few beggars rushed to the table and glared at the old fortune-teller angrily.
"Fortune teller! If you apologize to us now, I'll consider you lucky! "
Jiang Shang sat there calmly. He had the Taoist magic, so he was not afraid of these beggars.
On the cloud, the Immortal Huang Long curled his lips and said, "Why do I not like this Flying Bear? Let him suffer a little too. "
Having said that, he pointed at Jiang Shang from a distance.
In the fortune-telling shop, a few beggars rushed to beat Jiang Shang. Jiang Shang suddenly stood up, his loose robe and gray hair flying in all directions. He looked majestic. Who dared to invade him?
Suddenly, a beam of light fell on Jiang Shang.
Jiang Shang was stunned. He felt that he could not use his Dharmic powers. At that moment, Jiang Shang saw a fist coming at him from the corner of his eyes …
The fist landed on Jiang Shang's cheek, and the skin on his face was peeled off.
Jiang Shang grunted in pain and fell on his seat. A few beggars rushed up and punched and kicked him.
Fortunately, Jiang Shang had been cultivating for forty years. Although he looked old, his body was still strong. He hugged his head and curled up in the chair. He grunted in pain, but he did not beg for mercy.
On the cloud high up in the sky, the Immortal Huang Long had a gentle smile on his face. He muttered, "I have not liked him for a long time. He asked for it by teaching him such a lesson."
"Senior Brother Huang Long," the Perfected Lord of Qing Xu Dao said warmly, "There are many immortals from the Jie School watching here. How can he be considered our junior brother? Don't make things too difficult for him."
"It's alright." The Perfected Lord of Huang Long raised his chin. "Didn't a group of armored soldiers go? They will save Jiang Shang. "
Chaoge City was under the feet of the Human Emperor. When the beggars rushed into the fortune-telling shop and started a fight, it naturally alerted the patrolling guards in the city.
The group of beggars surrounded Jiang Shang and gave him a few punches and kicks. A group of armored soldiers rushed into the fortune-telling shop and almost tore the small shop apart.
The armored soldiers rushed forward and overturned the tables and chairs. They tore the flag that Jiang Shang used as a signboard and pressed the beggars and Jiang Shang to the ground.
A military official with a mustache stepped forward and berated loudly, "How dare you fight in the middle of a busy city in broad daylight! Bring them back to the office! Cuff them up! "
"Yes!"
The armored soldiers fetched the shackles and locked the beggars and Jiang Shang together.
Jiang Shang's face was already swollen. He shouted, "I was beaten up by them. How is it a fight!"
"Humph, it takes two hands to clap." The military officer stroked his mustache and scolded coldly, "Why did these beggars only hit you?"
The beggars were also shocked. One of them shouted, "Sir! He scolded us first! He compared us to those lowly slaves! We're not! "
"Enough! All of you, shut up! "The military officer was quite dignified. He waved his hand and the armored soldiers pushed the beggars toward the office.
At this moment, high up in the sky, the Huanglong Daoist pointed downward and returned Jiang Shang's magic power.
However, Jiang Shang was already cuffed. How could he escape?
He was wearing the wooden shackles and had his arms grabbed by two armored soldiers. His gray hair hung messily beside his head. His face was green and purple, and his clothes were torn and broken. How could he look like an immortal? How could he stand out from the crowd?
Many pedestrians were commenting at the side. Jiang Shang was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the ground.
There was a servant of the Song family in the crowd. When he saw Jiang Shang being detained by the patrolling soldiers, he hurriedly went back to report to Jiang Shang's benefactor — Song Yiren.
On the cloud, Perfected Huang Long, Perfected Lord Qingxu, and Great Daoist Master Numinous Treasure all had ugly expressions.
Great Daoist Master Numinous Treasure was puzzled. "Why did Teacher choose such a person to become a god?"
"Don't doubt Teacher." Perfected Lord Qingxu was the favorite of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning. He also respected Teacher Saint from the bottom of his heart. "A person who becomes a god should have nothing to do with the matter of becoming a god. Only then can he be fair. Therefore, Teacher chose Flying Bear who has no immortal fate but has the fate of a noble. "
The Huanglong Daoist pursed her lips and turned around on the cloud. "Let's go. It's annoying to see him. We are actually of the same generation as this mortal. It's really … Sigh! "
Great Daoist Master Numinous Treasure rolled his eyes. Wasn't Flying Bear in such a sorry state because Senior Brother had sealed his magic power previously?
Perfected Lord Qingxu hurriedly said, "Don't mention it anymore. Let's go and find Senior Brother Taiyi for a drink."
Hence, the three big shots of Chanism headed north. Jiang Shang was in such a sorry state. They were too embarrassed to stay in the South Continent for long.
On the other hand, many disciples of Jie School saw that scene. All of them used Shadow-Retaining Dharma artifacts to copy it. They looked like they were going to the five continents of the Primordial World and the Three Thousand Worlds.
There was no need for them to shout. They were silently mocking the Saint of Chanism.
Look, this is the Flying Bear that the Saint had chosen to become a god.
Four hours later, in the prison cell, Jiang Shang sat in the corner with his hair disheveled. He looked at the few stones on the ground and felt a little depressed.
Jiang Shang muttered, "I'm actually fated to have a peach blossom calamity. Is it because of Madam Rou 'er that I'm suffering now? This … is reasonable. Sigh. "
He closed his eyes and could still see the gentle woman in the sunlight. Her body seemed to be emitting a gentle glow …
An armored soldier walked to the front of the cell and opened the door. He shouted, "Jiang Shang! Come out! Your family is here to pick you up! "
Jiang Shang smiled bitterly and combed his long hair slightly. He sighed as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
In his opinion, it must be Song Yiren or his wife, Madam Ma, who had come here.
The armored soldier urged impatiently, "Hurry up! Do you want to stay here and let us take care of your meals? "
Jiang Shang did not answer. He lowered his head and walked out of the cell, heading towards the door.
The prison was very small. According to the laws of the Shang Dynasty, prisoners were usually reduced to slaves. Only those who had entered because of small crimes would be locked up for a few days and receive some corporal punishment.
Jiang Shang walked out of the cell in a daze. It was already dusk outside. The setting sun was like a wheel hanging at the end of the street.
"Mr. Jiang Shang?"
A gentle voice sounded beside him. Jiang Shang was stunned and looked up.
The sunset glow was his clothes, and the stars were his eyes.
A woman in a light pink dress stood beside a carriage and bowed to Jiang Shang. Her long hair hung down, and she looked like a fairy.
Jiang Shang opened his mouth and was speechless. "Madam Rou 'er?"
"My family's servant caused trouble and caused Mister Jiang Shang to be imprisoned. Rou 'er is truly apologetic," Rou' er said softly, her gaze somewhat perturbed. "Mister, please rest in the fu so that I can properly apologize to you."
Jiang Shang's spirit was shaken. His face was a little red, and he stammered and did not know how to answer.
What divination? He could not take it seriously, could not take it seriously.
"Sigh, sorry for making Madam Rou 'er laugh."
"Mister, please. I will properly apologize to you."
Jiang Shang tidied up his robe and walked over with his head lowered.
At the corner, the military officer and a few armored soldiers were amazed. They did not know what kind of luck this old man had to be able to attract the attention of this wealthy madam.
The military official's lips curled into a smile. He probably saw three or four figures running over from afar.
Song Yiren, Madam Ma, and a servant of the Song Family had just arrived.
"What are you smiling at?"
The military officer spread his hands and turned to leave. "Let's go. It's time to get off work."
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