Starting from one person Jia Zhengliang

Lin Xibai tried to return to the Shiwandashan Mountains and find the village where they learned witchcraft.

The result was that he found one village of Gu Masters after another, but he couldn't remember where he had learned the art. He didn't know anyone there, and no one knew him.

After confirming that my memory had been tampered with, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness. This feeling of being manipulated and arranged by others was annoying, but I didn't know where to vent my anger!

Finally, he had no choice but to leave the mountains and find a place to get drunk. It was not until he was surrounded by several beautiful women and helped to the room upstairs that he remembered that he had come to a brothel to indulge himself!

He is usually very gentle and considerate to women, but the girls here are not as gentle as him.

Until he suddenly discovered that the woman under him had changed from long hair to short hair, and her face had become like Fu Rong.

Although her eyes were filled with tears, they were still full of love. Although she was in pain, she was still biting her lips tightly.

Jia Zhengliang's body is completely different from Lin Xibai's, which cannot be faked by any illusion. After confirming that he was once again second only to Lin Xibai, he stopped his actions and hugged Fu Rong in his arms with an apologetic look.

"sorry!"

"It's okay, what's wrong with you?" Fu Rong snuggled in Jia Zhengliang's arms, stroking his angular face, and asked with concern.

"I can't explain it. Maybe I was too impatient in my practice, which caused me to get angry for no reason! I'm sorry for you!" This description of Jia Zhengliang's situation seems to be very appropriate.

"I think you're too impatient. I don't understand why you're so anxious to become stronger. Don't do this again. I'll be worried about you!"

After saying this, Fu Rong looked at the daybreak and was about to get up, but Jia Zhengliang pulled her back into his arms and whispered in her ear:

"What are you doing? Do you like cooking so much? I hurt you, so take a good rest today!"

"Don't make a fuss, everyone's waiting! I really like cooking more than practicing. Didn't you also say that you like my cooking the best?"

"Well, I want to eat chicken today!"

"You just apologized, and now you're ordering food. How shameless! Wait!"

Shy Fu Rong got dressed and started her day's work. But her husband waited until the rice was cooked and the chicken was stewed before he got out of bed.

Feng Shayan and Liu Wukui, who came over to share the dining table, looked at Jia Zhengliang with contempt.

"You're truly shameless! Sister Shayan, do you know? Not only does Sister Rong have to serve him in her daily life, but this stinky man never even works in the fields!"

I don’t know how these two people got together, but Liu Wukui actually complained to Feng Shayan.

"I'm getting to know you again, Mr. Jia! You really look like the typical bad man in those unhappy marriages!" Feng Shayan was also full of contempt for Jia Zhengliang at this time and made a comment.

"Then you haven't seen enough. At least I don't gamble, drink, or stay home... Anyway, I'm still far from that!"

The ambiguity in Jia Zhengliang's words was caught by Liu Wukui.

"What? Domestic violence! How dare you commit domestic violence?" Liu Wukui immediately flew into the kitchen and circled around Fu Rong.

"Sister Rong, where did he hurt you? Tell me and I'll avenge you!"

Faced with Liu Wukui's questioning, Fu Rong's pretty face turned red. She just said "stop messing around" and continued cooking.

Wu Kui was circling around Fu Rong in the kitchen, spreading some theories like women should be independent and should not be spoiled by men.

Old players like Feng Shayan immediately understood the hidden meaning of the scene just now. It turns out that this is what "domestic violence" means! Looking at Jia Zhengliang again, the look in his eyes was very strange!

The four of them chattered and exchanged glances throughout the meal. After the meal, they were all occupied with their own affairs, but were all drawn to Jia Zhengliang's behavior.

Jia Zhengliang collected all the chicken bones, found a sunny place, and started refining them.

Shen Ji Bai Lian's object-controlling technique quickly made the bones float in the air, and then under the refining of the high-temperature spray gun, the chicken bones turned into round beads one by one.

Throughout the entire process, Jia Zhengliang kept muttering something, but his voice was so low that the other three women could barely hear a hint of it. Feng Shayan, who was well-informed, made out that it seemed to be a Buddhist scripture.

After a while, Jia Zhengliang put away the spray gun. The beads hovered in the air, emitting a faint glow. With the slight movement of his fingers, tiny symbols were drawn and flew into the beads.

As the last symbol was engraved into the beads, the light of all the beads suddenly dimmed. Jia Zhengliang threaded the beads with a rope, and a very simple white bead bracelet appeared in his palm.

"It seems that you are not completely useless. You have actually practiced the leader's weapon refining skills to this level! It seems that you are even more powerful than Brother Qiu Rang!" Wu Kui rarely praised Jia Zhengliang.

"This kind of thing requires talent! And I am a genius in refining weapons!" He just boasted a few words and turned around to see Feng Shayan glaring at him. The meaning was self-evident.

"You bastard, you know how to refine the magic, but you didn't tell me!"

Jia Zhengliang responded by spreading his hands.

"You didn't ask!"

"Brother Liang, what is the name of this bracelet?" Fu Rong asked curiously.

"To be precise, this is a string of Buddhist beads, relic Buddhist beads!" At the critical moment, it is still his own woman who will hold it in high esteem. Jia Zhengliang explained this treasure with pride in his expression.

"You're being a bit disrespectful. Legend has it that only after a high monk's cremation can relics be produced. You're... out of the question? The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements actually..."

Feng Shayan hesitated several times and didn't even dare to express her guess.

Just in case you didn’t ask, Jia Zhengliang finally found the time to show off.

"From a material perspective, relics are just ceramic crystals formed by firing bones at a high temperature of over 1670 degrees.

From the perspective of us Qigong practitioners, it may also include some of the monk's cultivation during his lifetime.

If this is the case, then it is not impossible to replicate this process with the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, and even create a magical relic."

These explosive remarks left the three women present dumbfounded. Feng Shayan couldn't help but admire Jia Zhengliang's superb tactics and audacity, and couldn't help but warn him, "If the monks of the major temples knew about your behavior, who knows what would happen!"

I didn’t expect that Jia Zhengliang would have such a weird theory at this time.

"You are obsessed with this, female donor!

Regardless of whether this chicken is male or female, although it did not practice Buddhism during its lifetime, it still has merits.

Roosters crow every day to announce the dawn, hens lay eggs and hatch them every day, Buddha cut his flesh to feed eagles, and they sacrifice their lives to feed us. Isn’t that incredible merit?

Besides, a truly virtuous monk wouldn't care about these details!"

Looking at the three women again, they were all speechless!

"By the way, is this Chicken Master who sacrificed his life for us a male or a female?"

Since we were talking about this, Jia Zhengliang asked a question and learned from Fu Rong that it looked like a hen.

"Then this string of Buddhist beads can be named Compassion!"