Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 599 "Go all the way."

"Okay." Mu Xici nodded lightly, then carefully folded the few pieces of letter paper, and carefully stuffed them into the boy's palm.

What happened back then, now they seem to be full of disappointment, and they can't comment on anything except the sentence "time is fate".

Naturally, juniors like them were not qualified to make random comments.

The little girl lowered her eyes silently, the sudden death of Emperor Wen Yu seemed to herald the end of an old era and the beginning of a new era.

——The era that belonged to the older generation is about to come to an end, and what follows is a brand new era that belongs to them.

And she doesn't want to lead any era, what she wants is the almost impossible "world peace".

——Of course there is no absolute peace in this world, but there is relative peace. What she can do is to do her best to make that "relative" peace come earlier, last longer, and protect people some more.

This is Master's wish, and it is also hers.

Mu Xici's eyelashes trembled again and again, looking at the letter Yuan Qing wrote to Yuan Sui, thinking of the death of Emperor Wen Yu and the "World of Great Controversy" that had quietly unfolded, she thought for no reason Master.

"Xiao Wangsheng, do you know what is the fate of our Taoist people?"

Back then, Master's hair on the sideburns hadn't turned into that blind whiteness, and she was just a child who was about to turn eleven.

On Qiling Mountain in spring, the tender green branches and the blooming flowers formed a sea. The Taoist casually lowered a branch of unbloomed white peach, and she could only smell the tangy fragrance hidden in the bud.

"Hmm... is it for the sake of enlightenment and longevity?" The still young child tilted his head, his almond eyes were filled with fog like ignorance.

The Taoist couldn't help laughing on the spot when he heard the words, he loosened the flower branch, let the flower buds tremble on the branch into a vaguely powdery light shadow, raised his hand and stroked the top of her hair: "No."

"Then, is that for accumulating merit?" She blinked, and the master in her impression would say the word "merit" from time to time, she thought, maybe this is what they pursued all their lives.

"Then, Xiao Wangsheng, how do you accumulate merit?" The Taoist asked back, taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed a young leaf from the tip and put it in his mouth casually, as if he was a young man who had not yet been crowned.

"Want...to do good deeds?" She looked up at the flickering light, and felt that her head was filled with mud, and she couldn't tell the number for a moment.

"Then do you do good deeds to accumulate merit?" The Taoist continued to ask, but this question made her fall silent.

She never did good deeds for the sake of accumulating merit, or in other words, when she occasionally went down the mountain with her master to help the villagers in the small village at the foot of the mountain, she had no memory of accumulating any merit in her mind.

"Master, I don't do good deeds for the sake of accumulating merit." The young boy shook his head, "I just feel...feel..."

"I just feel that I should do those things, right?" The Taoist smiled, "That's right."

"Xiao Wangsheng, you have to remember that we Taoist people are supposed to help the people in prosperous times, survive in troubled times, save the heart in the confused world, and save the way in the world of no way."

"Forcing merit is not merit, and covetous longevity is not real longevity... We in Liuyun Temple only seek the word 'peace of mind', and do our best to look up to the sky and bow down to the Land—that's enough."

"Having said that, the current situation is turbulent. The world has been divided for too long, and it is time for a period of peace and prosperity." The Taoist took her hand and led her back to the temple step by step, "I don't know Do I have that chance to see this prosperous world?"

"But Xiao Wangsheng, let me watch your fate as a teacher, maybe you can make a difference in this world of great struggle—"

"Peace of mind".

Mu Xici raised her hand and pressed the lapel of her chest. At that time, she didn't know what "peace of mind" meant, and she only felt that if everything went well, she would have a clear conscience.

It wasn't until later that she took over the Mu family's military order and was able to enter the border, that she knew that the most difficult thing to ask for in this world was the phrase "peace of mind".

Especially for someone like her.

She won't feel at ease when she sees the blood all over the sky, and she won't feel at ease when she sees the bewildered souls all over the battlefield.

The soldiers at the border border were short of food and wages, so they had to take old steamed buns that were as hard as rocks, and she couldn't feel at ease when she swallowed them on grass roots.

——As long as Mo Shuyuan is still sitting in that ninth-fifth position, still spending money without caring about the life and death of the people and soldiers, and she has to serve him for various reasons, she can't and can't feel at ease .

The little girl closed her eyes, the cold wind blowing towards her face with frost and snow, the chill calmed her down.

Fortunately, in this life, she doesn't need to assist that damned Mo Shuyuan anymore, His Majesty and Mo Junli will both be good enlightened rulers - just this will make her heart feel more at ease, that's enough.

Mu Xici looked up at the sky, the dense snow-covered clouds seemed to be a little thinner than before.

The crowd escorted the carts of winter clothes, grain and grass, and arrived at the last post house before entering Yanguan in the evening.

Seeing that a few people were busy in the world, Yicheng came from the capital to escort grain and grass, so he hurriedly prepared the room for everyone and brought food.

After the meal, Mo Junli asked the post office for the unique spirits of northern Xinjiang, and borrowed a few plain porcelain bowls for drinking from the post house cook.

The Yicheng thought that he, the noble prince from Beijing, couldn't stand the wind and snow in northern Xinjiang and wanted to drink to drive out the cold, so he deliberately moved out the most intense altar in the hall, the young man just laughed and said nothing.

That little girl Mu Shiyao suffered from nausea again while driving in the car during the day. She took two or three pills in a row before she finally stopped fainting. The day's running around made her physically and mentally exhausted. The moment he touched the pillow, he fell asleep immediately.

This was a great convenience for Mu Xici, she waited in the room for the little girl to fall asleep, and easily slipped out of the post house without much effort.

The two of them took the wine altar and porcelain bowl, and found an empty and uninhabited hillside nearby, then sealed it with mud and poured the spirits.

"Aci, I remember that you don't drink alcohol." Mo Junli lowered his eyebrows, took out a porcelain teapot as if by magic, and poured out a bowl of half-warm tea for Mu Xici, "Then replace it with tea." Let's drink."

"It's just that the tea was cold when it was taken out, so I have to make do with you and drink it."

"It's okay, I was going to hold back the drink, but I didn't expect you to bring tea." The little girl relaxed her brows and shook her head gently, "This is already a surprise."

The young man didn't speak, he just quietly set the porcelain bowl, and found the direction for Fuli to go to Beijing.

——He is the prince of Qianping, and it is not easy to pay homage to the emperor of Fuli, so let him sacrifice this bowl of wine to him across the mountains and seas.

The two gathered their clothes, knelt down and picked up the two bowls filled with spirits. The snow light reflected on the porcelain bowls. Inch-deep snow nest.

"uncle."

"farewell."

　I'm going to do a nucleic acid test and sleep

　　Sad
　　
　
(End of this chapter)