Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

There is a small but magnificent temple on the mountain. The pillars and eaves are gilded and inlaid with gems. The Buddha statues and incense burners in the temple are also made of pure gold. The aroma of barbecue and wine comes from somewhere.

Song Rui'er stood outside and saw this situation. He thought sarcastically in his heart, it is said that monks cultivate their minds and character, and will not be trapped by money and other external things, and it is even more impossible for them to eat meat. However, this monk relies on those unconventional ways to live an extravagant and god-like life, and does not observe the precepts at all.

There was only one young monk in the temple, who was in charge of sweeping the floor. When he saw someone coming, he put his hands together and saluted: "Please wait a moment, sir. I will go and inform the abbot." Then he went to the back hall.

Song Ruier looked around and found that there seemed to be an evil aura lingering above the temple. A light black mist was everywhere, and even the towering trees were inhabited by black crows and vultures, which would caw from time to time. A feeling of bad luck went straight to the top of his head.

Song Ruier looked at the gods and Buddhas enshrined in the main hall again. These gods and Buddhas were not as majestic and kind-hearted as those in other temples. Their faces were faintly malicious, with sinister looks hidden between their brows. Even their postures and movements became twisted and weird.

If an ordinary person faced this situation, he would only be frightened and want to escape immediately.

But Song Ruier felt that he felt indescribably comfortable staying in such an environment, as if it just fit his mood.

This world is full of hypocrisy. Everyone is vying for fame and fortune, trying every possible means to climb up. Where is the true kindness and righteousness? This is the true face of gods and Buddhas, and this is the real reality.

After a while, the little monk came back.

"Guest, the abbot invites you in." Then he took Song Ruier to the hall in the back hall.

The monk was about fifty years old, wearing a blue-black robe, sitting in front of a square table with a deathly expression on his face.

The table was covered with grooves and carved with strange and complicated patterns. Some places seemed to be filled with blood, and the red color was shocking, which made people feel depressed for no reason.

On the table, there was a large wooden box with a small hole on the top. There was a loud rustling sound coming from inside, as if something was fighting. From time to time, a fishy smell came out of the small hole.

The monk had been staring at the wooden box for a long time without moving. When the noise inside the box began to subside, he picked up the incense and smoked it into the holes, and the noise inside began to become intense again.

The monk stroked his beard and laughed.

"Little brother, look at these poisonous insects. You might think they can't fight anymore, but they actually have even greater potential. If you stimulate them, they can even fight longer."

Song Ruier seemed to be lost in thought.

"Master is saying that people are the same."

The monk laughed again: "You came to me because you can no longer fight. You can't do anything about the person you hate the most."

"I'm not as cunning and mean as she is."

The monk glanced at Song Rui'er and said frankly: "You are both cunning, but when it comes to meanness, she can't compare to you."

Song Rui'er choked and glared at the monk, but the monk just looked at him calmly, with a hint of intimidation in his eyes. Song Rui'er lowered his eyelids.

"So what if I'm despicable? If you want to occupy a place in this world and be a superior person, who wouldn't be despicable?" Song Ruier sneered.

"Since I've come to ask for help, Master, it means that as long as there is a way to deal with Qiao Jian'er, I will do everything I can."

The monk nodded and said, "People like this cannot be dealt with by conventional means, otherwise you will suffer losses. Go back and prepare two things. I promise that this time, the Qiao family will suffer a heavy blow."

"The first is two hundred thousand taels of silver, and the second is the birth dates of the Qiao family, mainly Qiao Jianer's."

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver." Song Ruier almost jumped up.

Where would he get so much money? Last time he exchanged 100,000 taels of silver for a jade pendant from this monk, and he almost used up all his connections.

Asking him to come up with two hundred thousand taels now is harder than climbing to the sky.

"Master, isn't this price a bit high? I'm not asking for an amulet, so why is it twice as expensive as last time?"

The monk said, "Because this is to truly inflict a heavy blow on the person you hate, it's of great significance, and the price will definitely not be lower." As he spoke, he leaned forward and patted the box. "The contents alone are worth a hundred thousand taels."

Song Ruier could guess that someone was refining a Gu inside. This kind of thing was eerie and terrifying, and it would make people feel an instinctive fear.

He also guessed what the monk meant. He was afraid that the insects would be used on the Qiao family. If that was true, he didn't know what effect it would have. He suddenly became excited.

"I'm still a child, homeless and unemployed. Two hundred thousand taels is too much." He frowned and played the sympathy card.

The monk shook his head and said, "What you did is not what a child would do. Master Song, you are a smart man. Go back and think of a solution. I want to travel in half a month, and you have to get it done within half a month."

Song Rui'er was asked to come down the mountain hungry. She sat in the carriage, eating dry food with a gloomy face.

"You old monk, the lion is opening its mouth wide, why don't you just go and grab it?"

Then he narrowed his eyes again: "As long as it can bring disaster to the Qiao family, I am willing to do it no matter what the cost."

Originally, he thought that in the future he would be a high-ranking official with great power, so why would he be afraid of not being able to deal with the Qiao family?

But now he knew clearly that, as the old monk said, ordinary means would not work against the Qiao family, so he could only seek unconventional means. There was not much difference between now and in the future.

He will be stronger and better able to protect himself in the future, but the strength of the Qiao family is also growing.

Especially Qiao Jian'er, there was a piece of news leaked from the palace that there was a severe drought in Liuzhou, and the emperor discussed countermeasures with Qiao Jian'er. Was this an intentional act to let her interfere in internal affairs? How could that be tolerated?

When he grows up, Qiao Jian'er will reach an unknown position, and the emperor will continue to trust her and entrust her with important tasks.

This is also the reason why Song Ruier is anxious.

Money is hard to come by, and birth date and horoscope are even harder to come by.

Given the relationship between Song Ruier and the Qiao family, how could the Qiao family tell him his birth date and time?

The Ministry of Household Registration has household registration files for every person, but they only record the year, month, and day, without the specific time.

Of course Song Ruier would not go to the Qiao family to ask.

On this day, several sisters and two sisters-in-law of the Qiao family went out for a walk. Each of them wore a furry cloak and held a hand warmer in their hands.

Everyone was chatting and laughing while shopping, and they were in a good mood. The servants and maids behind them were carrying large and small bags of goods.

Qiao Lian'er was also among them. She was busy and it was rare for her to have such moments, so she cherished them especially.

"This jewelry store seems to be newly opened, and there are many styles that I have never seen before." Ling Yin said.

Qiao Xier nodded: "Then go in and take a look."

There was a fortune teller setting up a stall not far away. He glanced over here, stroked his beard, and walked towards the Qiao family.