Empress Mi Benji

Chapter 88

Although I didn't want to go to the Taoist temple yesterday, Zhuang Xun still went today. I had enough rest and my complaints were gone.

Holding Si Qin Mi's hand, I walked on the mountain forest and stone road. It was the beginning of winter and the cold was blowing, but the little hands of the lady were quite warm, and the clothes the lady prepared were also warm.

Wearing a bamboo hat to hide their faces, Zhuang Xun and Si Qinmi's outings still attracted people's attention, especially the obvious height difference, even though it was only half a head.

Even if there were some strange rumors, Zhuang Xun didn't care. Today he was dressed in normal clothes and under the protection of Wang Qingzheng and others, he came to Qinghu Mountain, the most efficacious place in Chengguo.

On Qinghu Mountain, the maple leaves are withered, the hoarfrost is on the mountain, the smoke and mist surround it, and people come and go. Zhuang Xun is not too many or too few who are guarded by more than a dozen people. It can be seen that there are many people who worship the Tao.

Stepping on the bluestone steps, Zhuang Xun prefers to see the beauty of the mountain after climbing the mountain, compared to the solemnity of the Taoist temple. He thinks that he and Si Qinmi have not come out to see the scenery.

"Worthy of being a fairy house, I don't know if there is a real god." Zhuang Xun said with emotion.

"Of course there are. Such a fairy mountain, how could there not be some fairy homes." He Zheng and Zhuang Xun stood close, half guessing, but actually revealing.

"That's right, King Cheng also invited many immortals from Qinghu Mountain to teach him how to cultivate immortals." What Zhuang Xun actually wanted to express was whether there were any true gods like the King of Reincarnation in these temples.

Because today he is going to divination marriage, of course he wants to find a real god to see, but thinking about what Si Qinmi said yesterday, the horoscope does not match and he has to change it.

"It's a pity that they are all fake immortals. If there were real immortals, King Cheng wouldn't have to look for them so hard." Si Qinmi said softly, looking at the high eaves of the door, and smiled. The reincarnation king said that one must accumulate good virtues in practice, and the gods will protect themselves.

"There are also real immortals. I heard from Ru Si that General Li once met monk Qinghu Mountain..." Zhuang Xun tended to believe what he had talked about with Li Rusi.

A group of people chatted, walked through several Taoist temples, and came to a slightly simple temple. Although the temple was simple, there were many people, many of whom were ordinary people. Some men and women entered in pairs, and some went out in pairs. Some people entered and exited alone.

"Is this the temple of the Empress Xuannv?" Zhuang Xun nodded, no matter how poor or poor, one divination for each person, the temple is much simpler than the mountain gate in front, it looks plain and qualityless, but it is very quiet and beautiful.

Zhuang Xun didn't have the habit of jumping in line. He quietly waited for the people in front of him to enter the temple one by one and come out one by one, either excited or helpless.

In the land of the gods, everyone still abides by some rules, and only these times have rules.

The number of people became smaller and smaller, and it was not until the entrance of the temple that Zhuang Xun saw clearly a pair of divination requirements posted on the door.

"Wealth and destiny are hard to calculate, but human kindness can be learned."

"It turns out that the temple of Empress Xuannv is not counted as wealth, but only as a favor. It is no wonder that there are mostly men and women, and the divination is here." Zhuang Xun smiled, but even so, there were still many gorgeously dressed people.

"Lang Jun, don't you know?" Si Qin Mi was a little surprised.

"Hmm, I don't know, I didn't even know that the Xuannv Empress had such a priesthood." This world has some kind of connection with the earth, perhaps because of the mapping, similarities dissolve, and many stories are the same, such as Pangu opening the sky, the Yellow Emperor fought against Chiyou, with the help of the Nine Heavens Xuannv.

But there are also differences. After Xia, there is no Shang, and after a long time, there is Zhou again. Anyway, Zhuang Xun feels that it is confusing, and he has not learned a lot.

"Xuannu empress is the god of fortune-telling, the god of wind and swordsmanship, and also the god of autumn, sir, you have to remember clearly." Si Qinmi is not a novice, she has read a lot of poetry and books and told Zhuang Xun popular science.

"Why do I remember this clearly, except this time it shouldn't be needed." Zhuang Xun said casually, not understanding.

"Lang Jun, what are you talking about?" Si Qinmi squeezed Zhuang Xun's hand.

"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry, I'll apologize to Empress Xuannu when I go in." In a place where there are gods, saying that she is useless, he was really happy, and when he realized it, Zhuang Xun quickly admitted his mistake and apologized.

He remembered what happened to King Zhou who wrote erotic poems in Nuwa Temple, and the misfortune came out of his mouth.

"Lang Jun understands." It's nothing to talk about in other places, but it's too arrogant for you to go to someone's temple and say it.

It was Zhuang Xun's and Si Qin Mi's turn to enter the door. They held hands and stepped into the narrow door. It was a narrow corridor, no wonder only two people entered at a time.

The corridor was about 20 meters away, and the noisy environment outside seemed very quiet. Zhuang Xun's heart also calmed down, holding Si Qin Mi's hand, he seemed very at ease again.

Walking up to a donation box, it was written that there is one or two, not two.

In fact, it is still quite expensive. Obviously, there is no intention to let everyone come, and there is no need to ask any small questions. It is worth asking, which is a major event in life.

After throwing in ten taels of silver, Zhuang Xun calmed down and piously asked Empress Xuannv to forgive him for his rude words.

After passing the donation box and walking into the front of the main hall, Zhuang Xun almost immediately thought of Mrs. Jiang when he saw the mural of the blue bird holding the wind. Her handkerchief seemed to be still on him.

At that longevity banquet, he kept carrying the handkerchief for mentioning poems, not because he had any strange habit, but because this kind of thing is a talisman, according to what Si Qin Mi said, it protected you this time, you lost her like this?

What Si Qinmi said made people feel too guilty, so Zhuang Xun didn't throw it away, and kept it in his bosom, but it was just a handkerchief.

Speaking of which, the blue bird holding the wind itself has the meaning of a lover's message. If ordinary people have misunderstood it long ago, will the other party be interested in him?

But Zhuang Xun is very calm, even if Mrs. Jiang grows to his itch, he doesn't think so, because the gap is too big.

Mrs. Jiang's reputation is really useful in Chengguo. Everyone knows that she is a rich beauty, capable and cunning. Mrs. Jiang was once pursued by a prince, but she refused.

Since then, everyone has never dared to face up to this thorny rose, at least the pursuit seems to be polite, and no one wants to become the prince who has rebelled and killed.

Being appreciated by Mrs. Jiang is a skill in itself. At least Si Qinmi heard about Zhuang Xun's reputation. Compared with this rumored scandal, Zhuang Xun's reputation is even better than marrying Miss Li Er.

On the contrary, in Chengguo, the noble and mysterious Mrs. Jiang recruited the guest of honor. This hot topic was much stronger than Second Miss Li getting married.

Look at the strokes of the blue bird holding the wind, Mrs. Jiang should have been here, otherwise how could it be so similar.

Before he could think too much, he came to the main hall and saw the statue of Xuannv Empress, a goddess of palace makeup, with a shawl and a tie, and a long skirt with cloud hairpins.

Zhuang Xun put his palms together again, and prayed to the mighty goddess, asking her to forgive him for being outspoken. In this matter, he realized that he was wrong.

After worshiping the gods, the lottery began to be drawn, and Zhuang Xun rolled out a lottery with his heart moving.

Zhuang Xun's eyes twitched as the word "big murder" was signed at the bottom of the sign. Is it so effective?
There is a sentence written on the signature: "The king has pity, and the concubine will die with the body."

"This?" Zhuang Xun bit the bullet and took the lottery to the lottery release place next to the statue.

"Master, please help me figure out whether my horoscope and the woman's horoscope are compatible." Zhuang Xun handed over the signature and the prepared horoscope. He thought of two plans, one is to use the age backward, or directly use the earth's horoscope, but using the earth's horoscope, he must be a few years older than his horoscope.

After thinking about it, I still used the horoscope of the earth, and the calculation should be more accurate.

The one who unwrapped the lottery was a Taoist nun, about thirty years old, with a thin body, divine eyes, and a graceful demeanor.

"It's a horoscope, what kind of lottery is it?" The Taoist nun said in surprise.

"Don't you need to draw lots?" It was Zhuang Xun's turn to be stunned.

"Of course not. Unraveling the lottery is useless to the horoscope." The Taoist nun denied the role of the lottery. She glanced at the big murderer Zhuang Xun handed over, and then slowly looked at Zhuang Xun and the horoscope, looking at the horoscope while looking at Zhuang Xun.

"Master, is there a problem?" Zhuang Xun felt a little terrified by her, and interrupted her confusion with doubts. It shouldn't be a big problem to be a few years apart.

"No problem, the two horoscopes match very well. I wish you and your husband a happy marriage for a hundred years and work hand in hand." The nun smiled affirmatively and said her best wishes to Zhuang Xun.

"The horoscope is not the concubine and the lord, there are other people. The master wished wrongly. One person signed the horoscope. The concubine wants to see if the husband is safe in the future." The big murderer not only frightened Zhuang Xun, but also Siqin Mi. Si Qinmi, who was planning to watch Zhuang Xun's horoscope in silence, also became a little nervous.

"Isn't it a husband and wife? If it's a concubine, it's a bit mismatched." The Taoist frowned.

"Para wife, you can't be called a concubine." Zhuang Xun said honestly.

"Then it's all right, there's nothing wrong with it, there's nothing wrong with it, Ping's wife is also a wife, she's in the right place." Taoist nun said comfortingly, and Zhuang Xun nodded relaxedly.

"Master, is your husband safe?" Si Qinmi asked again, because the Taoist nun didn't answer her.

"Safety is not in the scope of divination, you can change the question." Taoist nun refused to say, what she said was confidential.

"I just want to know about my husband's future safety, can't I ask for such things as worrying about my husband?" Si Qinmi said stubbornly.

"It's just like this, it can be counted, hand in the horoscope, and lift up the bamboo hat to see your face." The Taoist nun pondered for a moment and ordered.

Si Qinmi also handed in her birthday, watched the Taoist nun making calculations, held Zhuang Xun's hand, how could she draw the big murder lottery, is it because of this wedding?
Because I know the gods and Buddhas, I still have a little awe. In this situation, it sticks in my heart like a thorn, and I need to pull it out, even if the blood flows like a river.

"Women are prosperous husbands, men are prosperous wives." Looking closely at the characters of the two, the Taoist nun looked at the embarrassed Zhuang Xun again.

"The horoscopes of your husband and wife are very good, and your faces match each other, but the woman has no future. This is probably the reason why the layman is planning to marry a flat wife." The Taoist nun was amazed, such a perfectly matched couple is rare, and it is too perfect, so there must be a fly in the ointment.

"It doesn't count, Master, let's talk about the safety of Mr. Lang." Didn't he already know that, he is the scabbard assigned to him, and presenting this sword, whether it is a rotten sword or a rotten blade, is there any problem with Zhuang Xun's perfect match.

"With your support, thousands of difficulties will be resolved. As long as you husband and wife are of one heart, nothing can be difficult for you, because you are mutually prosperous, no matter how difficult it is, the same is true for safety."

The Taoist aunt gave the answer, and it can be resolved. As long as the husband and wife are of the same heart, all difficulties will be resolved. It feels like saying that there is no value, no difficulties, no dangers, like beating chicken blood and feeding chicken soup. It just so happens that Zhuang Xun is already tired of chicken soup.

"Then thank you for your kind words, Master. I am very grateful." Zhuang Xun stretched out his hand and didn't smile at anyone. The other party was giving enough face, and today's purpose is over. It fits well with Li Rusi's horoscope and name, so he can take it back for business. As for the ambiguous words of Taoist nun, he doesn't care.

Difficulties, isn’t there danger? You can overcome them with the help of husband and wife. Do you think it’s a romantic drama?Love is the greatest and most glorious, and everything is judged by love.

The reality is not like this, the love brain will be hung up and beaten, but the wish is indeed good, and what he said is what he is willing to do, he doesn't mind guarding his big sister for the rest of his life, and supporting each other with her.

"Thank you, Master." Compared to Zhuang Xun, who was a little loose and disappointed, Si Qin Mi seemed pious, with some calculations in her heart, and Liu Ye looked at the expressionless Zhuang Xun, trying to understand something.

After receiving the document issued by the Taoist nun, Zhuang Xun led Si Qinmi along the way he came, and walked back all the way. Seeing Si Qinmi coming out, he was also silent. Zhuang Xun comforted and teased:

"Miss, don't think about it. She said that if we work together, there is no danger. You don't have to worry. You are still worried that I will betray you. I can't bear you."

Haven't their husband and wife always been in the same heart?There is no need to worry about danger, this thing can't be avoided.

"I know, I know, I'm thinking about something, it's very important." Si Qinmi shook her head, she didn't use a smile to show that she was not influenced by the Taoist just now, but was obviously inspired by the other's words.

"How important is it? It's important to me? You ignore me." Zhuang Xun said coquettishly on purpose. A man's coquettishness is a mental blow to others, but it is a spiritual blow to a woman who loves him.

Si Qinmi squeezed Zhuang Xun's cheeks, withdrew from her thoughts, and coaxed Zhuang Xun, "Of course you are important, you are the most important, I think it over, I won't be in a daze like this again, and let you worry, sir."

The couple frolicked, and later played in the lake water of Qinghu Mountain, went boating on the cold river, and recited poems.

Of course, Siqin Mi, who is at the level of Zhuang Xun, knows that she sings poetry to him alone, and then goes fishing, which is a kind of joy in the wild.

He who was happy, and He Zheng who was fishing with him, didn't notice the handkerchief in Zhuang Xun's arms, it disappeared and reappeared.

(End of this chapter)