Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

The Bone Flowers sprouted right above Qi Xinlan’s corpse. Contemplating its origin, the young girls and shuangers hesitated before consuming the flowers, unable to bring themselves to eat them.

Fang Yaojun shared this fear. She hadn’t gone outside to see her senior sister but had heard what others said. Her timidity almost paralyzed her at the thought.

It was the worried gaze of her elderly father, Fang Qichen, that encouraged Fang Yaojun to summon the courage to put the petal in her hand into her mouth.

Her reasoning was that her father and junior senior brother would never harm her. The petals turned out to be surprisingly delicious!

Fang Yaojun smacked her lips, savoring the lingering sweetness. Her eyes involuntarily focused on the remaining petals in Jing Xingzhi’s hand. She still wanted to eat more.

However, the realization of where the flowers originated made Fang Yaojun look away. Observing her best friend’s hesitancy, she reassured her, “It’s sweet; don’t be afraid!”

Inspired by Fang Yaojun’s example, the little girl opened her mouth, surprised by the sweet and fresh taste of the petals.

“It’s fresh and sweet, even better than the cold melon hanging from the well in summer!”

The little girl struggled to find a more fitting metaphor, considering the petals superior to the taste of watermelon cooled in a well.

Encouraged by Fang Yaojun’s endorsement, the remaining six quickly consumed the bone flowers, likening them to the deliciousness of cold melon in summer.

Relieved that the juniors finally ate them, the elders breathed a sigh of relief. However, Fang Yaojun suddenly exclaimed, “Ah! My face is hot and painful!”

“Don’t touch it, bear with it!” Jing Xingzhi hastily advised, instructing the seven to endure the discomfort.

He assured them, “Just wait for half an hour. The injuries on your faces will improve soon. After that, go to the temple to pray for a month, and you’ll be as good as before.”

Resolving grievances was a gradual process, and Jing Xingzhi, with spiritual energy, quickly forgot about these minor issues.

For those suffering from the grievances of ghosts and spirits, encountering someone like Jing Xingzhi was rare luck. Many endured prolonged pains, making their endurance beyond ordinary. Jing Xingzhi had encountered numerous cases like this.

Fang Yaojun’s tears triggered a chain reaction, and soon all seven people were crying. Jing Xingzhi, overwhelmed by the collective crying, felt at a loss.

Jing Xingzhi was sensitive to crying sounds, finding them noisy and often associated with negative emotions like despair and sadness. It impacted him negatively.

Liu Fang, understanding Jing Xingzhi’s discomfort, comforted him by hooking their little fingers together and whispering, “It’ll be fine in half a quarter of an hour, just wait.”

Liu Fang acknowledged that compared to Jing Xingzhi, he was less sympathetic to tears. He believed that in times of weakness, tears were futile, and strength required self-reliance. Born into hardship, he had shed the sensitivity and softness from his heart.

Hooking their little fingers, Liu Fang half-heartedly wished the children would cry a bit longer to make Jing Xingzhi uneasy. Unfortunately, Jing Xingzhi’s estimate was accurate. After half a quarter of an hour, the seven stopped crying and even began laughing.

“It seems… much better,” Fang Yaojun cautiously touched her face under the veil.

“I have fewer acne spots on my face!”

“Me too! It’s much better!”

For these young girls and shuangers, their faces held significant importance. Youth, coupled with the weight of early love, made their appearance a prime concern.

One shuanger, previously upset over his face, cried in his mother’s arms, now joyfully exclaiming, “Mom, it’s much better! It’s really much better!”

“Okay, okay. Your face will improve when you come back from the temple,” the mother replied, tears of joy in her eyes.

The room now held a mix of tears and smiles, showcasing the power of healing. Witnessing people laughing, crying, fulfilling their wishes, and overcoming illnesses, Jing Xingzhi found solace in the beauty of these moments.

Just like offering roses to others, the lingering fragrance remained in his hands. Helping people became a source of joy in his heart.

However, there are always people who didn’t fit in. A long-faced woman hugged her child and looked at Fang Qichen: “Chief, do we have to pray for Qi Xinlan when we go to the temple? She has harmed my daughter like this, causing my daughter to be discharged by the prefect’s family. The eldest son has broken off the engagement, and I don’t want my daughter to pray for her!”

The long-faced woman felt like her heart was bleeding when she thought about the failure of a good marriage she planned. Asking her daughter to pray for that dead ghost who was causing harm to others would be adding a salt to her wounds!

The little girl in her arms raised her head and said, “Mom, I won’t marry into that family!”

The little girl had heard in the past few days that the family had a bad reputation. The people whose engagements were canceled were all thankful that their children hadn’t actually married yet. If she got married, she would suffer a lot when she became old and ugly.

However, who can live a lifetime without aging or losing beauty?

Heroes and beauties alike grew old, and no one could defy the power of time.

The long-faced woman lowered her head and scolded, “What do you know? This is the prefect’s family, and he is the eldest son. If you marry into it, you’ll be rich and prosperous!”

“You, you, shut up!” A man next to the woman blushed and said harshly to her, then he pulled his daughter out of the arms of the long-faced woman. His wife had always been fierce, and it was rare for the man to dare to be so fierce.

Fang Qichen took advantage of the woman’s daze and snorted, “That’s not the eldest son, but the eldest son of a concubine. Marrying into such a family, are you betting that the mistress is a good person?”

There was a big difference between the eldest son and the eldest son of a concubine. The eldest son as born to the main wife, while the eldest son of a concubine was born from a concubine. Moreover, having the eldest son of a concubine implied that the family didn’t respect a decent daughter-in-law or wife.

With such disrespect, would the main wife, who controlled the household, be willing to train a good son for her? Dream on!

Jing Xingzhi glanced at it and said coldly, “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to go. But there’s no way to guarantee whether it will be effective or not.”

It was all their own choice, and Jing Xingzhi’s willingness to help was solely because of Fang Qichen’s influence, for the sake of the innocence of these little girls and shuangers.

When the long-faced woman heard this, she immediately didn’t dare to open her mouth. She didn’t want her daughter’s face to be ruined. With her face ruined, how could she marry into a good family or help her son?

The woman didn’t notice that her daughter was staring at her with tearful eyes, displaying a trace of despair and coldness.

The long-faced woman stopped.

One of the wives cried, asking, “Chief, Young Master Jing. My shuanger face is rotten. It’s better back then, but now it looks very serious. Maybe he will be better after going to the temple?”

After asking, the wife pinched his thigh with a look of remorse and blamed himself, saying, “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault! I insisted on taking the child away, and it wouldn’t have gotten worse if he stayed in the academy! My child, Amu feels so sorry for you!”

The wife hugged his little shuanger and cried sadly.

Fang Qichen quickly looked at Jing Xingzhi, hoping that the young disciple could give a good answer. But Fang Qichen didn’t have much confidence in his heart; the face was bruised, and it seemed too serious.

Jing Xingzhi knew in his heart that as long as this shuanger was sincere and didn’t eat meat, there would be no problem, but going through the process was more reassuring. Jing Xingzhi: “Can you take off the veil? Let me see.”

The shuanger took off the veil obediently, revealing the pitted skin on his face. As soon as the veil was lifted, the long-faced woman gasped and exclaimed in shock, “Is could be this bad? How can it get better? Are you kidding me!”

The shuanger’s eyes turned red upon hearing this.

But when the shuanger saw his Amu crying even harder, he comforted him with red eyes, saying, “Amu, it’s okay if I can’t get better. My father and brother said they would support me for the rest of their lives. Don’t you want me to stay at home all the time? You don’t find me annoying, do you?”

“No, no, it’s better for you to live at home, and Amu will take care of you for the rest of your life!”

Jing Xingzhi coughed, interrupting the emotional scene between the mother and child.

“Well, it can be cured. As long as he is sincere when he goes to pray for blessings and worship, and does not violate the taboo of eating meat, he can slowly get better later.”

The problems on the faces of these people were all caused by resentment, not a skin disease. So, no matter how serious it was, it could be cured by removing all the resentment. In addition, it wouldn’t even leave a scar on their faces after consuming raw bone flowers!

The secrets of Taoism were reflected in things like this.

The shuanger with the most serious facial problems was reassured, and the others felt like they had received a piece of reassurance.

The big stone in his heart fell, and Fang Qichen said impatiently, “Go and urge the county government to decide Xinlan’s case as soon as possible, so that we can hire someone to do the burial and send the children to pray!”

“Okay, yes. I have to urge the county government to prevent them from being slow.”

“I asked my father to write a letter to urge them.”

“I asked my grandpa to urge them. His old man loves my family Yingying the most.”

Teachers were all learned people. Some were born into poor families, and most had someone behind them.

So many people were eager for results, resulting in the county government office in Huanshui County receiving many letters from high-ranking officials in one day.

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In the backyard of Huanshui County Government Office, He Zhifang grabbed the hair he had lost recently.

He looked at the letters and asked Wu Qing desperately, “Wu Qing, there are so many officials who want severe punishment, but there are also many who hint that we should let Zhang Mingyu go. What should we do? Damn it, I can’t afford to offend anyone!”