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Chapter 219 The Harmful Woman (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)
The summer solstice is coming, the days are long and the nights are long, and in the morning, the sun is in full bloom.

On the mountainside of Dagu Mountain, there are two people resting their feet in the blind pavilion, who seem to be visitors who went up the mountain to burn incense.

"Liulang really yearns for this girl?"

The person who made the sound at this moment was one of the men with the box on the back. He turned his head calmly and asked another young man in the sword suit.

Wei Shaoxuan swayed his folding fan in the wind. Today he was dressed in a snow-white sword suit, dressed as a rich man. Looking at the scenery on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, he suddenly turned his head and asked:
"Does the adoptive father think this is inappropriate?"

Qiu Qi nodded and said, "Her family doesn't seem to give Liu Lang face."

Wei Shaoxuan, who was rejected the invitation not long ago, shook his head and sighed:
"Father, you can't say that. After all, what happened to their family was indirectly caused by our Wei family. It's human nature to be polite and guarded against us."

Wei Shaoxuan smiled with a pair of slightly feminine peach blossom eyes:
"Besides, not long after we met, I invited Mr. Li and Mrs. Li to come to this famous temple to burn incense. It really seems a little too familiar."

Qiu Qi hugged his chest, and looked sideways at the smiling young man, as if asking, knowing that the door is closed, why are you still eating?

Wei Shaoxuan laughed:
"The adoptive father doesn't understand. If I put it on the battlefield, it's called showing weakness to the enemy. Wouldn't it be nice to make people think that I am a young master of the Wei family who doesn't know the distance and is simple and easy to deceive? It's good to put it in the Romance of Luoyang Teahouse In the storybook, this is called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

Qiu Qi shook his head, as if he didn't understand this interest.

After a moment of silence, the box-carrying man said calmly, "Liu Lang is not like a womanizer."

Wei Shaoxuan's enthusiastic words paused, his expression slowed down, and he sighed:

"The main reason is that she looks alike, and even more beautiful." After a pause, he turned his head and looked down the mountain, muttering in a daze, "It's so similar..."

Qiu Qi frowned rarely, and scolded: "Desolate!"

Wei Shaoxuan stopped talking immediately, didn't say any more, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently:

"I will only tell my adoptive father about this matter."

Wei Shaoxuan looked down at the ground.

Qiu Qi was silent for a while, and glanced at the violent mountain wind outside the pavilion.

The box-carrying man suddenly changed his position, turned his back to the outside of the pavilion, as if he was shielding something, turned to the young man in the sword suit and said succinctly:
"It's normal to be young and energetic, have troubled thoughts, and have some dirty selfish desires, but don't miss the point.

"Also, don't let anyone else know about this thought, understand?"

Qiu Qi's face was surprisingly serious, and it's no wonder that he is so serious. After all, human relations are something that emperors should worry about, although for him who was born in Xianbei, this little transcendence is nothing.

"Don't worry, adoptive father, I just think about it on weekdays, and I have my own sense of propriety in what I say and do."

Wei Shaoxuan suddenly raised his face, showing three white teeth with a smile:

"It's just that I accidentally brought my adoptive father along with me. The Su family has offended my adoptive father by slacking off in the past two days. I also ask my adoptive father to be generous and tolerant. After all...the family is only a few days away."

Qiu Qiduo glanced at him.

Wei Shaoxuan asked with a strange expression:

"Does foster father think that I want to save her whole family, old and young?"

He shook his head:

"Who doesn't love swords and beauties? As for the others, why bother with so much business? Why do you bring a family of oil bottles when you can leave clean and easy?"

Wei Shaoxuan smiled embarrassedly, shook his folding fan lightly, walked to the side of the pavilion, squinted his eyes to look at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, and seemed to recall that he went to the Su Mansion in the morning to warmly invite the "Su Brothers and Sisters" but was rejected and no one was seen screen.

Wei Shaoxuan sighed:
"Father, how about adding a hero to save the beauty in the previously agreed script?"

Qiu Qi nodded slightly: "Yes. King Wei's order is not to delay your selfish desires."

Wei Shaoxuan smiled heartily:
"Go, foster father, let's continue up the mountain."

After a while, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi left Zhemu Pavilion and went to Donglin Temple on the mountain together.

Donglin Temple seems to be holding some kind of temple fair today, along the way, there is an endless stream of faithful men and women, pilgrims and lay Buddhists.

Coming to the crowded square outside the main hall, Wei Shaoxuan looked at the pilgrims curiously.

Qiu Qihu said: "As expected of the Donglin Temple, the ancestor of the Lotus Pure Land Sect, it is full of incense."

"What did foster father find?"

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at Qiu Qi.

I saw that unlike him who was looking at the busy pedestrians from left to right, Qiu Qi raised his head with his arms around his chest, and looked coldly at the blue sky above.

It seems to be able to see something illusory and invisible to ordinary people.

"nothing."

Qiu Qi shook his head, feeling a little emotional:

"It's an exhilarating place.

"The feng shui of this mountain is inherently qi, and the location where this temple was built was also instructed by an expert to suppress the ground veins, so it is naturally a treasure place for gathering qi.

"It is also a famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River. There are so many incense burners, and the incense burns endlessly. Only after gathering energy for many years can there be such a magnificent scene.

"The upstream Yunmengze is very domineering and siphons water from all directions, just like a greedy glutton. The lower reaches of Yunmengze, which should have suffered, and the yin and yang decline, this mountain and temple should be one of the only treasures for gathering energy. The other is another mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, which is where the sword furnace was built..."

Qiu Qi nodded and said lightly:
"I heard that there are frequent floods in this county. Apart from Yunmengze's natural moodiness, it may also be due to being sucked dry by these two mountains.

"It's a pity that the Donglin Temple of the Lianzong has already cut off the incense of that lineage. There is nowhere to use this rich incense. It should have been able to breed a high-grade Qi practitioner."

Hearing the words "Top Grade Qi Practitioner", Wei Shaoxuan immediately fell silent, his attitude was quite serious.

He looked around, his expression no longer the frivolity and casualness when he just walked into the temple gate, lowered his voice and asked:

"This place is full of vigor, can foster father use it for himself?"

Qiu Qi shook his head:
"Different paths cannot lead to the same destination. Dao veins are different, qi refining techniques are also different, and each person's aura of intimacy is even more different. What's more, there may be a 'fence' set up by an expert who once built a temple here. Fu Xiao accepts it, but Liu Lang can't do it either."

In one sentence, Wei Shaoxuan's mind was instantly broken.

Qiu Qi nodded again: "However, we can use this strong incense to cover up some movement and save the use of suppressing things."

The man with the box on his back looked down the mountain to the south, which was in the direction of Yunmengze: "Everything here is good, except that it's too close."

Hearing this, Wei Shaoxuan glanced at the wooden sword box that his adoptive father had been carrying behind him.

This is an overwhelming thing.

In addition to the effect of hiding the sword.

Can also hide people.

Take thousands of spirits.

Wei Shaoxuan quietly withdrew his gaze, feeling regretful:

"It's such a pity, otherwise the sword, energy, and beauties come out together, then this place is truly a blessed place for me, Wei Shaoxuan, a place where I can flourish."

Qiu Qi heard the words, and taught in a cold voice:
Blessings come and misfortunes come, how can all the good things be taken advantage of, I advise Liu Lang not to think about it often, and act cautiously. "

"Yes, adoptive father, I have been taught."

Wei Shaoxuan was in awe and nodded seriously.

Seeing that his attitude seemed to be kept in mind, Qiu Qi nodded slightly. The relationship between the two is both father and teacher.

Afterwards, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi went straight to the main hall.

In the hall, Wei Shaoxuan casually donated a large sum of incense money, turned his head and said a few words to the monk Zhike with a surprised face, and said a name lightly.

The Zhike monk looked down at the roster, saluted with one palm and asked respectfully:
"Excuse me, are you an honored guest invited by Li Li's benefactor? Please come with the poor monk."

After a while, the two were guided by the Zhike monk, walked out of the back door of the main hall, passed through a winding corridor, and finally came to a quiet bamboo forest.

Among the emerald green bamboo groves, several green tile cornices can be faintly seen.

There are several cottages with white walls and black tiles, full of Zen.

"That's right here, you two, please come in, the monk is going to pour some tea."

Zhike Monk led Wei Shaoxuan and Wei Shaoxuan to one of the elegant cottages, bid farewell and left.

Looking around, I saw two people sitting in the teahouse, waiting with serious faces.

They are a Persian businessman with a mustache and a sickly young man in fine clothes.

It was Li Li and Liu Zian.

Seeing that the guests finally arrived, the two hurriedly got up and swept the couch to welcome them.

Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi glanced sideways, glanced at Liu Zian, walked past him calmly, took off his shoes and entered the house.

With such a tacit understanding, it is obvious that there was a secret agreement before, and it was agreed to come here today for a secret meeting.

Boss Li introduced a sentence, Liu Zian looked at Wei Shaoxuan with a smile, his face seemed to be relieved, and he bowed his hands respectfully:

"Young Master Wei, you are finally here. The villain has been looking forward to it, and I have been waiting for you here since noon."

Wei Shaoxuan chuckled and asked back: "Does my son have the habit of arriving early?"

Liu Zian: ...

He turned his head and looked at Boss Li, and the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

Wei Shaoxuan went to the main seat at the table, sat down straight away, grabbed the kettle, and wanted to pour tea, but Liu Zian took it first, and poured tea for him obsequiously.

Wei Shaoxuan let go of the pot, and looked up slightly, looking at him.

"Young Master Wei." Liu Zian wanted to speak.

"Amitabha."

At this time, an old monk with white beard in black cassock came slowly outside, followed by a Zhike monk who was serving tea and water.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Master Shandao showed some apology on his face.

Liu Zian frowned slightly, "Master, let's get busy first..."

The uninvited master Shandao didn't seem to hear, the white-bearded old monk looked at the peach-blossom-eyed and soft young man who was drinking tea indifferently, and in the corner of his eyes, the knowing guest monk beside him also nodded slightly, indicating that this person is just doing it casually. A devout benefactor who donates large sums of fireworks money.

As for the man with the box next to Wei Shaoxuan who seemed to be an entourage, he kept looking at him strangely for some reason, and Master Shandao didn't care. He clasped his hands at Wei Shaoxuan's luggage, smiled slightly, and said apologetically:
"The benefactor is devout to the Buddha and has come from a long way. I am really sorry for the disappointment.

"Hey, I used to receive good guests in the main hall, but just now a young friend who had forgotten his years suddenly came to the small temple. I saw that he was frowning and puzzled, and seemed to be quite confused about the direction of life. Follow my Buddha's mercy and always pass The principle of human beings, the old monk asked him to chat for a while, and gave him a good guide.

"At the moment, he must have suddenly opened up his hut. No, he is still planning to stay in our temple for a few days, and go to the Jingdi Palace to relax... This old man has delayed some time."

Seeing everyone looking over, Master Shandao looked around, smiling kindly:

"You all seem to be people who are destined to be with my Buddha. I have no choice but to come."

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the current host of Donglin Temple with great interest. After all, it was not easy to talk about this temple with someone just now.

According to his adoptive father, who is well-informed and has a lot of secrets, this temple is a blessed place, but for some reason, the original inheritance of Qi practitioners was cut off.

Wei Shaoxuan suddenly smiled and clapped his hands: "It's okay, it's important for Master to cross people, please come in and sit down wherever you want."

Liu Zi'an, who looked impatient, was taken aback for a moment, but stopped talking.

Master Shandao couldn't take his eyes off, showing some embarrassment: "Well, you shouldn't have disturbed the business of the benefactors, right?"

Liu Zian: ...

Wei Shaoxuan sipped his tea and said with a smile, "No rush. Master, let's talk first."

Master Shandao nodded slightly, stepped forward and sat down unceremoniously, straightened his black cassock, and put his palms together in a fairy-like appearance:

"Amitabha, the old monk looks at the face of the benefactor, has he committed a crime recently?"

"Oh, so accurate?"

Master Shandao smiled: "Does the donor need to ask for a lottery? My temple's marriage lottery has always been very good, and there are many people who fulfill their vows."

Wei Shaoxuan also smiled: "Then take one, to give the master face, sign it, and I hope that I will donate another 500 taels someday."

Master Shandao looked secretly happy, and immediately took out a tube of spiritual sticks from the sleeve of the cassock, and handed it out familiarly.

This skillful movement made Wei Shaoxuan raise his eyebrows slightly, lowered his eyes to take it, shook it lightly, and a bamboo stick flew out.

When everyone looked at it, they saw six characters engraved on the bamboo stick:

It's not good to meet people.

Master Shandao blushed.

This simple meaning does not require him to flexibly interpret the lottery, and there is no doubt that the lottery will be signed.

The white-bearded old monk quickly turned serious, with a solemn tone:
"The benefactor doesn't know. In a small temple, the first lottery is usually not counted. Please have another one."

As he spoke, he quickly reached out, grabbed the bamboo stick on the ground, and threw it into his sleeve.

Wei Shaoxuan glanced at the serious old monk, nodded slightly, shook the stick again, and a bamboo stick flew out.

Several people looked again, this time, the number of words on the bamboo stick was even less, only five characters.

"The perpetrator?"

Boss Li frowned and read out, noticing the sudden silence in the field, he asked in doubt, "Why?"

Liu Zian has some knowledge, and said in a low voice:
"The so-called female red is the person who weaves and embroiders the robe, but not the one who wears the robe. Because the female red embroiders hard, she has been working hard, and she can't enjoy the goods, so she sighs, so..."

"Isn't this just making wedding clothes for others? If the marriage is signed, it's a matchmaking bridge for others..."

Boss Li was stuck in words, and looked away.

Wei Shaoxuan instantly sternly.

What unlucky marriage lottery?

"Also... It can't be explained in this way. Who said that female celebrities can't wear Luo Yi in the end? Isn't it true that there are many girls in the boudoir who are female celebrities, and they all make their own wedding dresses... Winning the lottery, benefactor, this is at least winning the lottery!"

Liu Zi'an pursed his lips and muttered: "The woman is the one who wins the lottery, so it can be explained, but for a man, how can there be such a thing as weaving a wedding dress for him?"

Being dismantled, Master Shandao's face changed slightly, he suddenly turned his head, and asked the Zhike monk with a puzzled expression: "Xiuse, what did you just say? Your hair knocked over the incense burner in the Arhat Palace again?"

The Zhike monk was bewildered, Master Shandao turned his face away, and sighed apologetically to the crowd: "Amitabha, there is an urgent matter in the temple, the old monk will go first, the benefactors will chat slowly, the old man will not bother you, don't bother..."

The white-bearded old monk quickly picked up the bucket of magic sticks that he used to earn incense KPIs, lifted his long cassock that dragged the floor, and walked out quickly, his bald head never turning back.

Inside the hut, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they were all speechless.

　Gentleman’s big seal has been pushed, welcome new brothers (push up or2), by the way, brothers who like gentleman’s style, you can also go to Kang Kang Xiaorong’s old fairy book "I Have a Sword Fairy Wife", maybe I like it too, the big water pipe is full cough cough
　　
　
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