Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Xuan Zhenmian: "Thoughts?"

  Baitang: "A person's thoughts are very important."

  Baitang pulled him around to a very dilapidated and old room, and gently pushed open a crack in the door.

  The people in the room were lying on the bed, holding a long cigarette in their hands, puffing, their faces were flushed, and they looked like bones.

  Xuan Zhenmian looked at him and felt that he was abnormal like a ghost.

Baitang said softly: "He has been smoking opium for a long time. I inquired about it a few days ago. It is said that he lived a good life and his family was quite rich. After smoking opium, he started smoking. It's getting out of hand."

  Xuan Zhenmian: "Smoke is a harmful thing. If you smoke this thing, you will be like a lunatic, not a normal person."

Baitang pulled him and continued walking: "If it's not that I don't know, it must be too late now, I'm dying, and I don't have long to live. It must be earlier when he realizes that this thing is harmful, but he can't control himself to quit. After dropping this thing, I couldn’t bear the torment over and over again, so I indulged myself. A moment of joy attracts the arrival of death.”

   She doesn't care about this big smoke now. Back then, the doctor had used them layer by layer, became addicted and detoxified, and then injected drugs against this thing, back and forth several times until the thing did not respond to them.

Xuan Zhenmian: "Mr. Lin is right to ban smoking. This thing is about saving the country. I'm afraid I can't beat it with a single finger. Foreign guns and cannons are very powerful. People who smoke opium Impossible."

  Baitang took Xuan Zhenmian to another family. This family offered a bodhisattva. There were two strangely dressed people, who were reading something in their mouths. They held a bell in their hands, shook it, spit out water, and began to read something they couldn't understand.

   I lit a talisman, poured some water into the bowl, and started dancing and chanting again.

   "Your son is possessed by an evil spirit. If you drink this bowl of master's talisman water, within three days, you will definitely return your son alive and kicking."

  Xuan Zhenmian snorted coldly: "Preaching and cheating, pedantic and stubborn parents. My son is so sick, so I don't ask a doctor to do this."

  Baitang stretched out his finger and shook it: "There are not a few people like this, they can be seen everywhere."

Xuan Zhenmian said sullenly: "My father is such a person. My family was not bad at first. My father is a teacher who teaches stereotyped essays. No matter who is sick in my family, he will go to worship Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. He himself When he is sick, he firmly believes that only Bodhisattva Buddha can save him, so he does not ask Taoist priests, sorcerers, or a doctor."

"Later, he died of illness. Back then, when I was young, I couldn't keep my family property. I was kicked out by several uncles and had no way to report to officials. There was no way but to find work everywhere. But I couldn't fight them with my brain alone. I had no choice but to leave my hometown and seek a living elsewhere.”

  Baitang: "Then do you want to go back and get back what belongs to you?"

Xuan Zhenmian shook her head: "I used to think about it, but now I don't want to. There is nothing to take. I can't hold it, and my uncles can't hold it either. They can join forces to drive me out, and they can also fight each other. Stop. I'll go back, and all I'll be left with is a mess."

   More importantly, Xuan Zhenmian felt that his future life with Baitang was hard to say. Does anyone know what the future holds? No one knows if they are still in exile.

   When trouble comes, one must take refuge, isn’t it?