Although he was unwilling to argue too much, Jia Cong had experienced two adolescence and the development period was not over yet. It would be good to learn more traditional Chinese medicine and health care. He knew that what Liu Xianglian said made some sense.

In ancient times, emperors had the best drug resources and doctor resources, but their average age was not long. Because they were too indulged in lust, most of them could not control the situation to a moderate state. Jia Cong's thoughts about men and women or self-comfort was probably like a drug. Once they were addicted, they were out of control. Most ordinary people could not control it, and they were indeed drug products.

Speaking of "Book of Shang Jun", Liu Xianglian glanced and asked casually. Jia Cong replied: "This is a book that discusses in detail how wealthy people raise pigs and dogs."

Liu Xianglian laughed and didn't believe it. She sat on the simple cushion in the simple filial house and sneered: "The rich and noble people will raise pigs and dogs, that's a big joke."

Jia Cong was neither happy nor angry: "The Book of Shangjun said, Yimin: to unify the people's thoughts into the sacred thoughts of the monarch and become slaves of thoughts; weak people: to strong people, it poses a threat to the rulers; to weak people, it is afraid of the monarch and rely on the monarch; to tired people: to make the people tired of labor, labor service, and war... have no time to care about others; to insult the people: to crack down on the self-esteem and self-confidence of the people, instigate them to fight each other, and make them live in fear all day long; to poor people: to trap the people in livelihoods, so that they have no intention or power to resist tyranny, but can only pray for the monarch's rewards and mercy. Isn't this just raising pigs and dogs in captivity?"

Liu Xianglian was silent and recalled the fact that he had gone out of Beijing with his best brother Xue Pan's brother-in-law to serve as an inspector of the three provinces a few years ago. What Jia Cong said seemed to be true.

Jia Cong said calmly: "Have you heard of this saying: The donkey and mule drive have such a way: tie a big cake on the forehead of the donkey and mule, and the donkey and mule will take their mouths while walking. In this way, they will run fast and arrive at the place where people want to arrive, but they still can't eat the cake."

Liu Xianglian nodded gently: "Maybe all those who have always mastered people have learned this method."

Jia Cong changed the topic: "Why, Brother Liu is interested in accompanying me, Ding You, to stay in filial piety and wandering in the forest today? Haven't the marriage between Brother Liu and Sister Baoqin?

"Oh, let's go with the marriage. Forget it, I finally realized that I was still wandering around the world, and the whole world is suitable for me." Liu Xianglian gave a few words to the top scholar Hong, and was stunned:

"I came here to say that now Qiqi, funeral, funeral and other matters have passed before. If you want to comfort the spirit, you may be able to protect me for a long time. As for moderate control of women, it is about cultivating your mind. I think no one knows better than the Palm Courtyard of Baiyun Temple in the capital today."

"Whether you cultivate your mind and strengthen your body, try to make a comeback again, complete your great achievements, or I practice martial arts, and wander around, you must cultivate your mind and realize the truth."

Jia Cong was relieved, cultivating his mind is to strengthen oneself, and only the strong can be fearless.

He saw Liu Xianglian walking to the mourning hall, with a piece of white cloth on each sleeve. Usually, relatives and friends can attend funerals, just go to a white cloth on their sleeves.

Incense and burned a few tin foils, Liu Xianglian's ordinary cotton and linen brown robe, and two white cloths on the elbows and wrists rustled gently in the Yinfeng ghost fire:

"People want to die the day, and their desire will cool down.

If a fool hears this, he will be sad and sigh."

Jia Cong looked up at the wooden beams and cloth strips and continued:

"After a hundred years later, we will be destroyed together.

The Bodhisattva Nine Thoughts and Contemplations, the Great Sea of ​​Tribulation.”

"Yes, if you learn the Concept of Impure and the Concept of White Bone with Miaoyu, with the ability to sit from a concubine's son to a powerful governor, controlling women's beauty and strengthening the mind and body, isn't it a trivial matter?" Before Liu Xianglian's words were finished, she walked out of the spiritual shed of Tiejian Temple silently. Only cicadas were left under the moon, as if the first-class general Jia She had a long sigh from the underworld's animal path.

Since Liu Xianglian had been intimate with Jia Cong and the Xue family, she has been influenced by the experiences of the sages. Jia Cong thought that the most rare thing about this man is that he can be in a situation where everyone around him is in a desire and can still keep himself clean and not be contaminated by karma. No wonder he is born arrogant and has strong self-control is a must-have for successful people. But then again, having such a person who is clean and has a strong martial arts skill and obeys the orders and protects others is also one of the guarantees for others' personal safety.

Think about it, I didn’t take a big advantage? You Sanjie, who was originally going to be with Liu Xianglian, was already devoted to her. Perhaps Liu Xianglian was willing to protect her for repaying Xue Pan’s favor for the sake of taking care of her. After all, the Xue family treated him, and not only said that she was fed, fed, and stayed, but she was still in a hurry to arrange a wife for him.

From Liu Xianglian's perspective, when meeting Xue Pan, good and bad luck depend on each other.

When meeting Jia Cong and Liu Xianglian may not be known now, they will have great blessings in the future.

The next day, Jia Cong was about to visit Miaoyu in Baiyun, the capital of the name of repentance, and truly learned the Dharma. Later, the other courtyard accompanied Baochai to Ying'er, who was guarding the spirit, and said crisply: "Mr. Cong, grandma said that "Shangjun Book" is indeed a method, I hope Mr. Cong will be more careful in presenting it in the future."

Jia Cong had known that his beloved wife was so smart that he could understand the ancient books of pre-Qin, and pretended to be stunned and said, "It seems that your grandma deeply agrees with the way of tired people and weak people."

"Well, grandma also said that Shang Yang, who came from Wei, had severe punishments and strict laws, and ordered the people to carry bamboo poles with a hundred gold coins and cut the nose to the prince's master Qian, to lay the foundation for the rule of the Qin Dynasty in one fell swoop. Mr. Cong had the spirit of Shangjun." Ying'er replied with a smile, although she didn't know much about those things.

Jia Cong nodded. He had adapted to Baochai's efforts to avoid contacting him during Dingyou. He also thought that the couple was really the same type of person. Shang Yang and his merits and demerits had been commented on, but he was more skilled than Shang Yang, because Shang Yang had been framed by Gongzi Qian and died of a carriage, and he is still safe and sound.

When Ying'er went out to spread the message, she met Sun Fu's face. Soon Sun Fu came in to prepare a sedan chair and wait for the summons. He roughly returned to the situation at home and outside, and said with a little worried expression: "Although the second wife in the mansion just mentioned a few words that our family money was unfair to the hands of Brother Qiang, the clan leader, had some unfair words, but she seemed very dissatisfied. The little worried was that if she went south to mourn, she would definitely ask them to erode and snatch them when she came back. After all, the concubine Yuan was the second wife's dear girl, and Aunt Hua was not a good-looking lamp..."

"And Mr. Cong is not allowed to move around the officialdom... If this continues, no matter how good his friends are, they will become unfamiliar..." Sun Fu's worry was exactly the place where those who wanted Jia Cong to be completely dismissed or died were happy.

Obviously, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the imperial examination is 6 yuan, the top scholar in the imperial examination, the inspector of the three provinces, the Grand Secretary of the Army, and the famous Jia Cong, who has gone home this time, will not be given for twenty-seven months. Even if he is out, will it be a mess? Aren’t all teams replaced?

This is a serious blow, not a blow, but a provision of etiquette and customs.

"It's okay." Jia Cong sat quietly in the sedan chair, without asking whether there were any officials in the court to impeach him or not. How to impeach him, as if everything was already expected.

Sun Fu had to keep silent, but he was worried about the master who was related to his life. Even though Mr. Cong always got into danger and the clouds were clear and the moon was bright, what could he do? Could it be that the people who were worried in this dynasty could still be in charge of the government? What medicine did Mr. Cong sell?

Jia Cong sat calmly at Baiyun Temple in the west gate of the capital. It was the Double Ninth Festival. Before he could enter the Lingxing Gate on the wooden archway on the four pillars and seventh floors, he heard the conversation between passers-by, and vaguely felt happy about Jia Cong's filial piety.

[Note: Wuwuwu, I learned to type computer word too slowly at the beginning, which made me dizzy. Two thousand words take a long time. I smoked a cigarette and was shocked.
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