What bad intentions can a temple blessing have?

Chapter 307 If you want to become real, you must first understand the ordinary.

"What?"

Li Waner was stunned. She didn't know what to say for a moment and just looked at Jiang Qi blankly.

"Is what Miao Zhu is talking about the underworld marriage that the slave family knows about?"

Jiang Qi whispered: "Yes."

For a moment, the three girls present were stunned.

Zhao Ya was a little better, she didn't quite believe in these prophecies.

But Wen Xiaoqin was different. When Jiang Qi gave her instructions before, it could be said that there was no difference at all.

Now Jiang Qi said, will his good sisters be worthy of underworld marriage?

How can this be?

At this time, the young man saw Wen Xiaoqin and Zhao Ya chasing after him, and asked, "What's wrong with Wan'er? Did you quarrel?"

"It's become more and more uneasy recently."

The young man had no choice but to look at Wen Xiaoqin.

Another year of heavy snow.

Wen Xiaoqin glared at him angrily and asked, "Chen Lin, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Qi still stood at the door of his family temple and watched the snow falling.

"Maybe."

"Jiang Qi!"

Seeing the red snake on his wrist turning slowly, Jiang Qi lowered his eyes.

Li Waner stood up, bowed to Jiang Qifu, and said, "I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'm leaving now."

"There are more and more people committing crimes, and most of them are refugees at the border."

Wen Xiaoqin sat on the threshold of the family temple as usual.

Wen Xiaoqin whispered: "The world is about to change."

Zhao Ya had no intention of talking. After leaving three words, she returned to the car.

"I'm here to see Wan'er."

It was already five years ago that I assigned Li Waner her destiny.

"Another year."

"I want you to take care of it?"

No matter how stunning it was, even if it was love at first sight, Li Waner was not in a good mood when she heard such gossip.

Wen Xiaoqin ran over.

Li Waner took a deep breath and said to Jiang Qi, "I don't believe it."

But Li Waner left the Wen family temple in a hurry.

Because the old lady has reached her end, life and death may only depend on the next moment.

"I'm going to join the army and come to say goodbye to Wan'er."

Jiang Qi lowered his eyes and said, "Maybe it's because I'm a poor scholar and I'm not good at learning."

The young man scratched his head, wondering what made this young lady so crazy.

Jiang Qi stood up and returned the favor.

Wen Xiaoqin and Zhao Ya quickly followed.

Five years have passed, and the little girl has become an older girl. The police uniform she is wearing has also been replaced by a red police uniform, but the smile on her face is gone.

"I want you to take care of it?"

Chen Lin smiled heartily and took out a post from his arms.

Li Waner came back to her senses, rolled her eyes, glared fiercely, and then got into the carriage.

the young man asked in surprise.

The young man shouted first.

Jiang Qi listened quietly and said nothing.

"Miss Li, walk slowly."

"Wan'er? Why are you here?"

He muttered to himself.

Jiang Qi shook his head slightly, disrupting his horoscope.

"Little Celery, if you dare to say these three words, I will be really angry!"

Li Waner walked to the Wen family's mansion in confusion, and met a brave young man riding a tall horse.

Wen Xiaoqin also seemed to have adapted to Jiang Qi's silence. He raised his head and asked softly: "Jiang Qi, is grandma no longer using any medicine?"

Jiang Qi nodded lightly and repeated for the eighth time in the past few days: "The end is coming, it is a person's life span and has nothing to do with illness or disaster."

"How much longer?"

Wen Xiaoqin asked.

Jiang Qi didn't answer, just sighed softly.

"Miss! Miss!"

The housekeeper stumbled over.

"Old Madam! Old Madam, she's gone!"

"Whoosh!"

Amidst the sound of breaking wind, Wen Xiaoqin rushed out like lightning.

Jiang Qi sighed again, turned around and returned to the temple, chanting sutras silently.

The old lady's funeral was grand, and Wen Bisheng gave the old lady the greatest honor at all costs.

It can even be said to be overstepping the rules.

But no one cares about that now.

In recent years, the entire world has been changing.

The five kingdoms allied forces to attack Zhao State, where Jiang Qi was now located, with unprecedented military strength.

Although Zhao is strong, it can only resist the Three Kingdoms. Now it is the Five Kingdoms, including the most warlike and greedy barbarians on the snowy plains.

For a time, they were retreating step by step, the borders were eroded, and there were countless refugees.

There was finally a storm in Fengbo Town.

One year and eight months after the old lady's funeral.

Autumn has come.

Wen Xiaoqin, who was still with Xiao, found Jiang Qi.

"I'm going to join the army."

she says.

Jiang Qi glanced at her unexpectedly.

"Don't look at me like that, who says women can't go to the battlefield?"

Wen Xiaoqin sat on the threshold of the family temple, looking at the half-yellow fallen leaves, and whispered: "Nowadays, there is no difference between men and women."

The war is still going on, Zhao State is already in danger, and the battle line is about to be pushed to Changping County.

You know, this place could be said to be the edge of Zhao's hinterland before.

Under the attack of the Five Kingdoms, Zhao State was already in danger.

The haze called national subjugation hangs overhead.

Emperor Zhao issued a crazy order.

"Conscription, conscription of the whole people, a fight to the death."

Wen Xiaoqin said: "Everything has turned into military expenses. It is said that the queen is now learning to cook."

"Really going?"

Jiang Qi asked softly.

"what."

Wen Xiaoqin laughed and said, "I'm a stubborn person, the kind who can't pull ten cows back."

After saying that, she stood up, stared at Jiang Qi, and said with a smile: "You'd better pray for me and don't let me die on the battlefield."

"it is good."

Jiang Qi nodded and said nothing more.

"gone!"

Wen Xiaoqin waved his hand and left gracefully.

In the spring of the next year, Wen Xiaoqin came back.

There is a scar on her face. According to her, it was a last-minute gift left to her by the strongest axeman in the barbarian tribe.

She personally placed the head of the barbarian at the top of the Jingguan.

At least on the front in Changping County, Zhao finally won a victory.

Wen Xiaoqin said.

"Do you remember Li Waner?"

Wen Xiaoqin asked Jiang Qi.

"remember."

Jiang Qi nodded.

"She's married."

Wen Xiaoqin smiled a little bitterly.

"Chen Lin went to the battlefield five years ago. He came back three years ago and made an engagement with Wan'er."

"But he died, and I brought his ashes back."

"Everyone is persuading Wan'er to find another husband, even the Chen family said so."

"But Wan'er insisted on holding a wedding, her wedding to Chen Lin."

Wen Xiaoqin said: "I admire her."

"It's a hard choice."

Jiang Qi also sighed.

His original calculation was correct, but he did not expect that it would be such a result.

"I'm leaving, going to the battlefield in the south."

Wen Xiaoqin waved to Jiang Qi and said with a smile: "I will come back with the letter."

She still left home coolly.

Time passed little by little.

Wen Bu Sheng, who originally did not believe in gods and Buddhas, gradually came to the family temple more and more often.

Every time he came, he would bring letters, most of the time they were old. He counted the days, and the most common thing he said to Jiang Qi was: Count the time, Xiao Celery's letter should have arrived.

What Wen Xiaoqin wrote in the letter was the same as hers, still heartless. She described the battlefield in a relaxed manner, as if it were a playground rather than a millstone of flesh and blood on which both sides invested a total of nearly a million people.

Wen Xiaoqin thought that this would reassure the old father at home.

But she forgot that she was not the only one joining the army.

"This is a letter from my father."

Li Waner is wearing plain clothes, she is observing filial piety for her husband.

Her father also went to war with the army.

The troops are together, but regardless of whether you are a promising young man or not, the general will recruit County Magistrate Li to join the army with a military order.

In Magistrate Li's letter, the battlefield looked different.

Wen Busheng thanked him and took the letters to compare them.

Li Waner looked at Jiang Qi.

This temple blessing is still dressed in red and still looks stunning, but he has become much more mature.

She looked at him, the temple priest who had almost made her fall in love at first sight.

After getting married, she would think about it every time she saw Jiang Qi.

It turned out that it was not that he was not good at studying, but that he was born like this.

The love at first sight for Jiang Qi was fake, but Chen Lin's fierce love was real.

Even if she gets married, she is already a widow.

But she has no regrets.

Time seems to have become the least valuable thing.

The war is still going on, and we don’t know when it will end.

But fortunately, Zhao Guo's madness took effect temporarily, and the two sides fell into an anxious tug-of-war.

Almost every once in a while, there will be obituaries from the military in Fengbo Town.

The gray hair on Wen Wensheng's head is increasing day by day, and every time he worries that it's his own hair.

One year after another.

Finally in the third year, Wen Xiaoqin came back.

She is now a general, commanding an army of eight thousand men.

In the army, as long as there is a war and you survive, you will be promoted very quickly.

But Wen Busheng obviously didn't care about this.

He stared blankly at the female general in front of him, not daring to recognize her for a moment.

Looking at the scars on his daughter's face, Wen Wen burst into tears.

Wen Xiaoqin comforted him for a long time before letting his father settle down.

The next morning, it was the family temple again.

"Zhao Ya's husband is dead."

Wen Xiaoqin was still sitting on the threshold and said: "Her husband surrendered to the enemy and was caught by our Ye Bushuang. He was sent back to Changping and beheaded."

"Zhao Ya couldn't bear the humiliation, so she came to the army alone and committed suicide by taking poison."

"Jiang Qi."

She looked up at Jiang Qi with tears in her eyes.

"She's dead."

Jiang Qi pursed his lips and whispered: "My condolences."

"I want to ask you a favor."

she says.

Jiang Qi nodded, "Okay."

Wen Xiaoqin left just as quickly as she came. She didn't come back to visit relatives, but to guard the border.

It's funny to say that Changping, which was originally a hinterland, has now become a border.

Zhao Guo's madness has extended its life, but the loss of its land remains unsolved.

Wen Xiaoqin returned to the battlefield, but left behind a child.

Zhao Ya’s child.

A tiger-headed kid named Zhao Lin.

This name was given by Wen Xiaoqin. She said that Zhao Lin's father's surname was not worthy of being attached to this child, and Chen Lin was the person she admired most.

So this child is called Zhao Lin.

"Uncle Jiang."

Zhao Lin kowtowed to Jiang Qi.

From this moment on, there was one more thing in Jiang Qi's life.

Teach Zhao Lin.

Ten years have passed by in a hurry.

A lot has happened in these ten years.

Zhao Guo was still defeated, but the crazy people all fought, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After negotiating and cutting the land, Zhao State managed to survive after paying two-thirds of its territory.

Wen Bu Sheng died.

Wen Xiaoqin did not come back because it was the most critical moment of the negotiations.

The 8,000 people she led were already one of the last elites of the Zhao State. They needed to achieve enough local victories on the battlefield to serve as a bargaining chip in negotiations and the final dignity of the Zhao State.

Zhao Lin acted as filial piety for Wen Bu Sheng, while Jiang Qi was responsible for reciting sutras for salvation.

When Wen Busheng was dying earlier, he left a will and asked Jiang Qi to take care of everything in the Wen family.

If Wen Xiaoqin can come back, everything will be fine.
"Taoist master can take it himself."

These were Wen Wensheng's last words in the world.

One month after the funeral, Wen Xiaoqin came back with blood all over her body.

She spent the night in the mourning hall specially reserved for her.

After meeting Jiang Qi in the morning, he went to the battlefield again.

She also did another thing, marrying Zhao Lin.

Jiang Qi held a wedding for Zhao Lin.

Another decade.

The border was finally stabilized, but Wen Xiaoqin was still guarding the border, only sending letters back one after another from time to time.

Jiang Qi is also forty-nine years old, his hair has turned gray, and he still stays in the Wen family temple.

Zhao Lin, who was about to get married even with his children, was responsible for sending Wen Xiaoqin's letters to Jiang Qi.

But in his opinion, Uncle Jiang's attitude was strange.

Logically speaking, Uncle Jiang should be happy to see that his friend is still alive and still so heartless.

But every time Zhao Lin came to deliver a letter, Uncle Jiang would silently accept it and say: Got it.

When did it start?
Zhao Lin couldn't remember clearly.

But in the winter of this year, he knew what was going on.

Wen Xiaoqin died on the battlefield five years ago, and all the letters in the past five years have been written long ago.

As time goes by, the letter paper becomes older and older, which is the biggest flaw.

Jiang Qi has banned his magic power, but he has good eyesight, and he is not a fool.

Zhao Lin told the fifty-year-old Uncle Jiang nervously.

"understood."

Jiang Qi is still just three words.

Wen Xiaoqin had no bones left. It was an extremely luxurious thing to leave a body behind during the charge of Ten Thousand Tiefu Tu.

He erected a small tomb for Wen Xiaoqin behind his family temple.

As for Wen Xiaoqin's tablet, it was naturally sent to the ancestral hall.

Jiang Qi looked at the tomb with a confused expression.

Just a few decades.

The cheerful girl in my impression, the girl who showed off her skills at the ferry and ate two kilograms of meat and a roasted chicken in one go, seemed to have just met her yesterday.

"But this is life."

Jiang Qi murmured to himself.

He stood up and walked in a random direction.

In the heavy snow, the white-haired Taoist priest seemed to be integrated with the world. He was fifty years old. In this era, he was undoubtedly an old man. His figure had also become rickety. Only the bright red Taoist robe was still bright.

He walked forward, taking each step very solidly. With each step he took, his posture became taller and his white hair became a little darker.

In the wind and snow, the old man took ninety-nine steps, and his hair was stained with ink every step of the way.

At the hundredth step, the original white-haired Taoist priest disappeared.

Instead, there was the high-spirited and elegant Taoist.

Jiang Qi raised his head and opened his own ban.

"Is this the path above Taiyi Zhenyi?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking someone.

"Om."

The mysterious voice came from Jiang Qi's Dantian.

The sea of ​​spiritual energy is rolling and roaring.

The original cultivation level of Taiyi True Immortal in the early stage declined rapidly, and finally he was stuck on the threshold of Taiyi True Immortal. If it were not for the blessing of the rules of heaven and earth, Jiang Qi would have already fallen into the realm at this moment.

But Jiang Qi didn't realize it at all.

Just take steps.

"boom!"

The state of malaise breaks through again.

initial.

mid-term.

Late.

peak!

In the winter months of that year, Jiang Qi, a fourth-generation disciple of Xuanzong's Chan sect, understood the immortal world, was able to understand the true one, and reached the top of the Taiyi True Immortal.

If you want one thing, follow the crowd first.

If you want to reach the truth, you must first understand the ordinary.

(End of this chapter)