Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Fear of being close to home.

What's more, the scene when they met in their previous life was not friendly at all.

She looked up at the gray sky that was about to dawn, hesitated for several minutes, and picked off a large piece of brown paint on the door before she put down her hand that was about to knock.

Forget it. He was very concerned about face in his previous life, and he might be the same in this life. She should prepare a gift for the meeting first.

Jingzhi lowered her head and was about to turn around when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

"Excuse me, excuse me! Don't block the door if you're not going in, young man!"

As soon as she turned around, she saw a woman with messy hair bumping past her shoulder and knocking anxiously on the lion-head handle on the door.

"Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, help me, is Uncle Jiu here?"

As she shouted, she took the time to give Jingzhi an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, this... uh, officer, I really have something urgent to do."

Jingzhi nodded, stepped back and gave her a seat at the door, "It's okay, you go first."

The woman looked at her with gratitude and a little fear. Seeing that no one came to open the door, she clenched her fist and pounded on the door, "Uncle Jiu! Is Uncle Jiu here?"

Suddenly, two completely different voices were heard from inside.

One is troubled, the other is calm.

Jingzhi could tell that the sound was from the young man from the daytime.

"Who is it? It's not even daybreak yet."

"Ahai, open the door." This low voice was like a small hammer, gently hitting Jingzhi's chest.

She suppressed her heart which was suddenly beating faster and faster, tilted her head, and looked inside through the door which was slightly opened.

The voice looks so familiar, is it him?

Before he could see clearly, the woman pushed the door open and rushed in. Ah Hai was trapped behind the door and let out a cry of pain.

"I'm going to be reincarnated."

As soon as the woman entered, she grabbed the hem of Lin Jiu's shirt and knelt down in front of him.

Before he even started crying, Lin Jiu pulled his clothes back, held onto the stone pillar and began to retch.

Ah Hai rubbed his chest and looked at Jingzhi with a strange look. Hearing his master retching, he quickly ran over to pat his back and said to the woman on the ground:

"So it's Zhang's sister-in-law. Didn't my master just capture the evil spirit that was haunting your family? Why are you here again?"

Mrs. Zhang was sobbing and she was shocked to see Lin Jiu's face turned pale when she touched him.

After hesitating for a long time, he pointed at Lin Jiu and asked:

"I...Is Uncle Jiu okay?"

Xiao Hai groaned, touched the back of his head, and said helplessly:

"It's okay. Everyone in town knows that my master can't get close to women. Just stay away from him... If you have any questions, please tell me now. Don't delay the important matter."

Mrs. Zhang said "oh" twice and quickly explained her purpose:

"That female ghost was taken away by Uncle Jiu, but tonight when my husband and I went to bed, I kept feeling like there was a child standing at the head of the bed, watching us..."

As she spoke, Jingzhi confirmed that this Lin Jiu was the Lin Jiu she was looking for, and she felt both happy and worried.

She silently picked up the charcoal on the ground and drew her eyebrows.

She couldn't stop regretting that she had spoken to him so seriously. Now it was all over.

Ajiu vomits whenever he touches a woman, so she...must hide her female body first.

Jingzhi looked at her flat chest, which she had wrapped up before coming out, and breathed a sigh of relief. She adjusted the collar that was already high around her neck, then calmed her throat and leaned against the wall to adjust her voice.

"Lin Jiu..." A clear and sweet original voice.

"Lin Jiu..." a magnetic mezzo-soprano.

"Lin Jiu..." a high and cold contralto voice.

Jingzhi thought about it and added some air in.

"Lin Jiu..." the greasy and frivolous man said in a bubbling voice.

"Hey... come again."

Just as she was standing facing the wall at the door, the three people inside had already come out with their luggage.

Lin Jiu looked at the back of the person who was muttering to himself, and for some reason, he suddenly felt dazed.

"Excuse me, sir..."

Jingzhi suddenly turned around, and her thin sword-like eyebrows were made a little thicker by the makeup she had just applied, adding a bit of heroic spirit to her pretty face.

Lin Jiu: Oh, it’s a new handsome police officer.

Inexplicably, the nausea in his heart lessened a bit.

Jingzhi withdrew his blunt gaze from Lin Jiu's face and uttered a voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female:

"Hello, my name is Lin Jingzhi. I've just started working here. I wanted to burn some incense and pray for a smooth career."

"..."

Lin Jiu was speechless for a moment. It was the first time that he stared at someone so abruptly.

"Master?!"

Ah Hai looked at the stunned Lin Jiu and couldn't help but tug at the sleeve of his Taoist robe. When his eyes fell on Lin Jiu's face, Ah Hai was shocked.

Mrs. Zhang glanced sideways at Lin Jiu and was also shocked by his current appearance. She kept turning her head to look at the two people standing opposite her, "Uncle Jiu, are you okay?"

Lin Jiu seemed to be called back to his senses by her. He took another step closer to Ah Hai and replied calmly:

"It's alright."

"Ah...Uncle Jiu, please wipe it." Jingzhi took out the old handkerchief that Lin Jiu had used before from his arms. Just as he was about to hand it to him, a bunch of white hair of different lengths tied together suddenly slipped out of the handkerchief.

Lin Jiu did not take the handkerchief, but subconsciously reached out to grab it.

When he saw clearly what it was, several images suddenly flashed through his mind very quickly.

Jar, white clothes.

It seemed like someone was crying.

It seemed like she was laughing again, and her laughter made his heart feel warm.

And there was the devilish sound that pierced his ears and lingered in his dreams every night, the sound of "Ajiu" again and again.

By the way...has he seen this person before? Why does he look so familiar?

Jingzhi lowered her eyes to hide the heartache in her eyes and handed the handkerchief to him again.

"Wipe it."

Lin Jiu handed her the lock of hair and said with a faint smile:

"Thank you, Brother Lin. No thanks."

Ah Hai took out a Bagua mirror from his cloth bag and pointed it at Lin Jiu. "Of course I don't need it. Master, take a look at yourself. You're not crying without even noticing, are you?"

Ah Hai's heart was filled with shock. Who was this person?

He has been with Lin Jiu for so long, but he has never seen him shed a tear.

Even when the master passed away, the master's face was only gloomy for a while.

……

Lin Jiu looked at the small circle in the center of the Bagua mirror and saw himself with moist eyes. He couldn't help but feel enlightened.

This... he really didn't notice.

What happened to him today?

He straightened his face and was about to refuse, but Jingyi stuffed the handkerchief into his hand and said to him with a smile:

"I washed it very clean, you can use it without worry."

"Isn't this aunt in a hurry? You guys go ahead, I'll go in and light some incense and then leave."

Lin Jiu stared blankly at the handkerchief in his hand, and a small teapot wrapped in a handkerchief suddenly came to his mind.

what?

He didn't seem to have ever had that teapot, so how could that image suddenly appear in his mind?

Seeing him standing still, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but urge him:

"Uncle Jiu... can you... please do it as soon as possible? My husband is home alone. You said last time that his luck has been bad recently. I'm worried that he'll get into trouble alone."

"...Okay, well, thank you, little brother. I'll give it back to you after I'm done washing it. You..."

Jingzhi waved at him and said, "I live next door to you."

"It's okay if you keep it," she added.

That one originally belonged to him.

Or he secretly folded one and put it on her, under the pretext of "He wears her handkerchief, so she must wear his too."

Lin Jiu nodded at her cautiously, "It's not appropriate. Time is tight today. After washing it, Lin Jiu will definitely return it to your house. I'll go ahead."

As expected, he is still that stubborn old man.

And why do I feel like he's going backwards as he gets older?

Jingzhi nodded helplessly and watched Lin Jiu and his group leave.

She turned around, pushed open the door, and entered the Taoist temple where Lin Jiu had lived for more than 30 years.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see four statues of gods, each about seven or eight meters tall, placed on the left and right sides. In the middle of the courtyard is a large copper incense burner with three large incense sticks inserted upright in it.

Jingzhi looked at it in amazement.

She raised her head, walked around the incense burner, looked at the three incense sticks that were thicker than her wrists, and then murmured:

"It seems that Ah Jiu's financial situation is not bad in this life. This incense is not cheap."

Just then, a fat man walked in from outside the door with light footsteps.

"It's not cheap! Three sticks for fifty grains, but it will last for several days. Sir, if you want to burn incense, please come this way."

Jingzhi turned around and saw the man's appearance clearly. She couldn't help but widen her eyes and murmured:

"Uncle Hua Bao?"

He has a plump figure but walks lightly, and is definitely the "flexible fat man" that Erdi mentioned.

Who else could this face be but Uncle Hua Bao?

He touched his bowl-covered head and smiled and said:

"My name is Abao, I'm 27 years old. Isn't it too early for you to call me uncle?"

"Sorry, sorry." Jingzhi came back to his senses and bowed to him. "Lin Jingzhi, twenty...eight years old, a new constable in the yamen."

Jingzhi turned around with a guilty conscience, picked up three incense sticks from the altar, and placed them on the candle to light them.

In other words, she was only understating her age by about two hundred years.

Is it okay?

The young Uncle Hua Bao should not have such a bad temper, right?

A Bao looked up and down at Jingzhi's back, scratched his face, frowned and muttered softly:

"Twenty-eight, older than me? It doesn't look like it."

Jingzhi moved his ears, feeling even more guilty.

After burning incense, she walked into the courtyard and pointed to the rows of colorful shuttlecocks hanging from the second floor and said:

"The decoration of your Taoist temple is really unique."

A Bao rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly, "Haha, these are all things Xiao Hai and I did when we had nothing to do... Are you leaving now?"

Jingzhi walked to the door, turned around and smiled at him:

"I live in a side room of the government office near you. When I'm done with my shift, I'll come over to have tea with you."

A Bao was dazzled by her bright smile, and then laughed heartily:

"Okay, you're always welcome."

……

Jingzhi thought as he walked, Ajiu has a good vision in this life, these two disciples seem to be quite reliable.

Although they had only met once, she could roughly see the skills of Abao and Ahai. These two people might be on par with Qiu Sheng in kung fu.

Especially Abao, his lower body is much more stable than Qiu Sheng's.