Chapter 0146: Predicting Things Like a God (No Midnight Update)
Zhang Biezhi told Xiao Rong anxiously and guiltily that he did not find the jade pendant, and the guy who knew where to sell it had fled to Jiaozhou for refuge.
In such a big city, Xiao Rong knew that the possibility of finding such a small jade pendant was very low. Moreover, Zhang Biezhi's trip was not without gain. He found out that the jade pendant was bought through barter. In small jewelry shops, people would not accept everything. If they accepted useless things, they would be regarded as junk.
Therefore, they only buy things that can be resold in the shop, such as hairpins, beautiful patterns, silk raised by farmers themselves, etc.
Xiao Rong doubted whether the Qingfeng Sect's high-ranking officials would use these things to buy an inconspicuous jade pendant. After all, they had money, and they needed to run around everywhere. It would look too strange to carry so many messy things on the road.
It was probably bought by a stranger. If the scratches on it are smoothed off, it can be carved into another small item.
Therefore, Xiao Rong was very open-minded. He patiently comforted Zhang Biezhi. However, it was the first time that Zhang Biezhi failed in his work. He could not stand the blow and stood in front of Xiao Rong whining. Xiao Rong comforted him again, but he was still like this, so Xiao Rong told him to get out.
Zhang Biezhi immediately raised his head and smiled with relief: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao. I'll leave first."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
I don't know whether he is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
I was already feeling unhappy, and when I returned to my room, I found an uninvited guest.
Xiao Rong glanced at the desk without noticing anything unusual. He closed the door and walked towards Song Shuo: "What are you doing here?"
Song Ruo saw his movements. He was a little distracted, so he was half a beat slower in replying. Xiao Rong was staring at him without blinking. Song Ruo leaned back and said with resentment: "Why, everyone else can come, but I can't?"
"Xiao Rong, I've noticed that you've become more distant from me recently. If I don't ask you about something, you won't tell me at all. For example, what did you send Zhang Biezhi to do today? What little secrets do you two have?"
Xiao Rong: “…”
He extended an index finger towards Song Shuo and hooked it at him.
Song Suo didn't understand what was going on, so he naturally leaned forward in confusion. At this moment, Xiao Rong kicked the chair under him, and the chair flew out instantly, and Song Suo fell on his butt with a bang.
Song Shuo: “…………”
He stood up angrily, holding his buttocks: "Xiao Rong!!!"
Xiao Rong looked at him happily, and he even raised his voice in a deliberately kind voice: "What's the matter, are you sick?"
However, Song Shuo held back for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a single word that could hurt him. In the end, he just said four words viciously: "How boring!"
Then he covered his butt and limped out.
Xiao Rong looked at his leaving back and felt a rare sense of guilt.
But this trace of guilt was soon replaced by full happiness. Thinking of Song Ruo falling on his back, he couldn't help but laugh. Putting the chair back in its place, he stepped on the thick carpet again.
The tribute carpets from Freusa are of good quality. …………
When Song Shuo fell, it was almost like he fell on the bed. He didn't feel any pain physically, but he was very hurt inside.
With his personality, he should have had a verbal battle with Xiao Rong for three hundred rounds, but he suddenly didn't dare to do that. He was a little scared. He was afraid that he was one of the reasons why Xiao Rong was struggling to decide whether to leave or stay.
He is not steady enough, gentle enough, polite enough, or considerate enough.
Thinking of this, Song Shuo bit his lower lip in a place where no one was around. He was almost crying from the blow, but he was indeed a very confident person. He blamed himself for only a minute at most, and then his thoughts changed.
Although he has shortcomings, he has more advantages! He is good-looking, smart, and has a lovely personality. Everyone likes him (). He also has a useless family. When his father and those annoying relatives die, he will develop this family.
He is not just holding Xiao Rong back! He can help him! ...
Then why did Xiao Rong want to leave?
Song Suo couldn't figure it out, so he looked up at the sky which was already getting dark. At this time, everyone was having dinner. With a depressed face, Song Suo turned around and went in another direction. *
That’s right, everyone else is having dinner, but Mi Jing doesn’t have to eat.
As the earliest practitioners of the 16 plus 8 weight loss method, Buddhist disciples have always skipped dinner and only eaten breakfast and lunch.
After dusk and before people go to sleep, Mi Jing would use this time to read Buddhist scriptures. There is great wisdom in the Buddhist scriptures, and his state of mind would change every time he read them. Wandering in this ocean of spiritual purification makes Mi Jing feel relaxed and calm from mind to body, from the inside out.
“Bang, bang, bang!——”
"Monk, open the door, I'm Song Shuo!"
"I saw you in there. Your head was right next to the candle. It was so round, it must be you!"
Mi Jing: "…………" The world is too bitter. He doesn't want to live anymore. …
Although he thought of this, Mi Jing still resigned himself to opening the door for Song Shuo. As soon as the door opened a crack, Song Shuo, who was dressed like a ball, tried his best to squeeze in. After successfully squeezing himself in, he looked at this simple and tidy house, curled his lips, and then began to fend for himself.
He brought the stove, which was placed in the corner to avoid burning the scriptures, to the low table. Then he picked up the two cushions that Mi Jing often used and threw them from the place dedicated to meditation onto the mat beside the table.
There was nothing else to move. Mi Jing lived a harder life than Qu Yunmie. At least if Xiao Rong changed Qu Yunmie's mattress to a softer one, Qu Yunmie would use it. But Mi Jing deliberately made his life hard.
After sitting down, Song Shuo, a young man who had no idea what hard training was, was still complaining: "It's already the twelfth month of winter, and you're still using a bamboo mat. It would be better to change it to a linen one."
His poor butt just fell and now he's sitting on ice. ... There was a cushion between them, but Song Suo complained with a clear conscience. What's wrong with the cushion? His butt is so precious that he can feel the coldness underneath even through the cushion.
Mi Jing: “…”
Song Shuo might have thought that he was poor, so he asked him to change to linen, but apart from this bamboo mat, Mi Jing only had a roll of jacquard brocade to serve as a mat.
That was something that the Indian noble had asked a caravan to bring to him from afar. It was made by the monk Sanchita, and was embellished with many gold and silver threads, and decorated with the Indians' favorite gems. Of course, these external objects were not as valuable as the one from Sanchita. It was a good thing blessed by Asoka.
Nearly two years have passed, and these people are still sending gifts to Mi Jing, hoping that he will come back again for these gifts.
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