The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion - Chapter 967

[Chapter 955 Is eighty?]

Although Baoyu still had some sequelae, he was able to avoid the worry of his life in the end. The fault was not that the Rongguo Mansion was in danger. Madam Wang and Jia Mu, who came here after hearing the news, had to make a big deal.

But now in such a situation, the celebration has to be postponed.

Accompanying the old and young of the family to discuss some human relations and legal principles, and once again agreed to try their best to rescue Jia She and Wang Xifeng’s daughter-in-law, Sun Shaozong took the opportunity to leave.

When he left the Rongguo Mansion, he also specifically asked the door of the communication, and made sure that the door did not remember the appearance of Prince Yizhong, so he felt a little more at ease.

It seems that Lao Wenqing had a premeditated plan and did not leave any clues.

In this way, as long as the news of his appearance in the Rongguo Mansion does not come out, the storm will be considered a near miss.

but……

Since Prince Yizhong can appear in the Rongguo Mansion today, there is no guarantee that he will appear elsewhere tomorrow. It is always uncomfortable to let him leave it alone.

But even if he has many extraordinary strengths, when encountering such inhuman existences, it is a dog who bites a turtle and has nowhere to go.

Just as the troubles were increasing, a sudden shock came under the body, but it was the wheel that hit something hard, causing it to bump violently.

It was not uncommon for the snow to be hard to distinguish on the road.

But as the body shook, an object fell from the roof and fell into Sun Shaozong’s arms with a clatter.

This is?

He subconsciously picked it up and looked at it, but it was a piece of cardboard the size of a palm. The whole body was dark red, and there were some fine wood grains floating on it. It was almost different from the wood of the carport. She shed her skin, so it’s no wonder that she didn’t notice the abnormality just now.

Since there was nothing unusual about this side, Sun Shaozong turned it around to look at it again, but saw a seven-character quatrain plated with gold lacquer on the back:

【”Okay Song”

Everyone knows that immortals are good, but they can’t forget their fame!

Where will the past and the present be? A pile of grass is gone.

The world knows that immortals are good, only gold and silver can’t forget!

In the end, I only hated that there was not much together, and when it was too long, my eyes were closed.

The world knows that the gods are good, only the beautiful wife can’t forget it!

On your birthday, you say your kindness, and when you die, you go with others.

The world knows that gods are good, only children and grandchildren can’t forget them!

There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has met their filial children and grandchildren? 】

Isn’t this exactly what Prince Yizhong sang in his mouth when he first met him that day?

It turned out to be called “Okay Song”.

Looking at its content, it is full of vain feelings and six desires. Only by throwing all of these away can you gain the meaning of becoming a fairy.

Sun Shaozong read the poem twice, and suddenly a thought came to his mind: Isn’t that Prince Yizhong trying to save me to become an immortal?

I was overjoyed at first, and then worried again.

As the poem says, is it easy to get rid of all the mundane things?

Glory and wealth are all worth it, but how can a wife and children endure it?

Not to mention the fact that he left, who would be cheap for those many beautiful wives and concubines, just the blood in the wild at home, and now they are only three or five-year-old children.

Isn’t it difficult for the strong?

Didn’t it say that ‘one man has attained the truth’?

Even if the chicken and the dog can’t ascend to the sky, the wife, concubines and children should always be accommodating, right?

Besides, that old Wenqing was able to leave everything behind because he had already lost his family and had nothing left—more importantly, he still lived to the age of his ears!

If you have reached that age, children are self-reliant, wives and concubines are old, you have experienced riches and honors, and you have tasted sweets and bitters, you will naturally be willing to put everything aside and ask for immortals.

However, Sun Shaozong just thought of this, when he suddenly saw another line of small characters at the end of “Good Song”:

【Sixty can be? 】

This piece of paper even has an instant messaging function!

Sun Shaozong was taken aback and sat up hurriedly.

After looking at the four words for a long while, he nodded to confirm, and then hurriedly stopped, hesitantly said: “Sixty seems to be early, seven… eighty is not too late, right?”

【Then eighty】

It turns out that the matter of becoming an immortal is so negotiable?

One of the things that people like the most, but if they are easy to get, they often can’t bear to be suspicious, and they always feel that there is something strange inside.

Therefore, after Sun Shaozong rejoiced, he couldn’t help but carefully inquired: “Senior, I don’t know if you…will you be free above?”

This must be inquired clearly, otherwise, if you get to the top, if you have no freedom at all, and your usual actions are all controlled by others, then this immortal is not a cultivator.

Of course, Sun Shaozong did not reject it. After becoming an immortal, he would be responsible for some living dispatches—if he could become an immortal and attain the Tao, why would he be afraid of the ninety-nine-six blessings?

As long as it is not 7X12 (hours)!

However, he waited for a long time, but there was no reply on the post.

Shouldn’t it be speechless?

Sun Shaozong frowned, secretly thinking that being an immortal really has no freedom at all?

If this is the case, for the sake of everyone being a fellow countryman, would you like to send the message ‘Don’t fly up’?

After hesitating for a moment, he tried to ask some trivial things again, but he still couldn’t get a response, so he could only comfort himself, the other party was probably offline.

With a sigh, Sun Shaozong was leaning back on the soft pillow again, rubbing the lines of small gold lacquer characters. After a long time of mixed feelings in his heart, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

When I am eighty years old, I will ask the immortals again. Is it too late?

Although his body and bones are far beyond the reach of others.

But the bone scraping steel knife at home is not comparable to ordinary people.

The hatchback is one plus and one minus, so I am afraid that it may not be able to live longer than ordinary people.

Wouldn’t it be a big joke to slip into the world just in case he passed away as soon as he reached seventy-nine?

But if he wants to cultivate his self-cultivation from now on and become a living widower with few desires, he is unable to die.

Originally, this year has less entertainment than later generations. If these birds are less, what kind of bird life will there be in life?

ah~

The world is safe and secure, and the Tathagata lives up to it…

Wait, what kind of immortal did he cultivate?

A monk, a Taoist?

From this question, I remembered Baoyu’s idiotic words again, and I couldn’t help rubbing the paper a few times, thinking that this bronzing copybook can’t be illusory, right?

what!

Just as he was rubbing it, Sun Shaozong suddenly slammed into his hand and put the card in front of him in doubt.

The texture of this thing seems to have been seen there before, it seems to be…

Black post? !

How come the ‘immortal fate’ left by Prince Yizhong is the same as the black post?

After careful consideration, the burly man beside Prince Yizhong who hides his head and shows his tail is not Ding Xiu, who was once suspected by him!

Subconsciously straightening his back again, Sun Shaozong stared at the copybook for a long time and looked at it again, but he couldn’t understand why the black copy was related to Prince Yizhong.

If you haven’t attained Taoism and become an immortal, you may be able to reluctantly list a few motives when you are thinking about trying to usurp the throne.

But now, what is the need for him to make such trivial matters?

After thinking about it, it really doesn’t make sense.

This old man…

It’s not always enough to eat, and I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do, right?

[End of This Chapter]