"The Needle-Grinding Temple has a long story to tell. It has experienced ups and downs from the Tang Dynasty to the present, but it has remained popular. During the Kangxi period, Emperor Kangxi even gifted an iron needle and it stood in the Needle-Grinding Temple. It was loved by the world. Offer incense!”
"This is the holy land of the Quanzhen Sect of Taoism. Praying for blessings on the soil is very effective. Madam, if you wish, you can make it in front of Emperor Zhenwu, and it will naturally come true!"
All Fu Hui's heart is focused on this heir, and this has become her inner demon! She knew very well that it was not that Xiao Letian didn't love her, as long as he returned to China, Xiao Letian would always be gentle with her the most!
And I have sought fortune-telling from numerous eminent monks, and they all said that I have a good-looking appearance and will not be a destitute!
But I don’t know why, she has never had a child in these years, especially after she found out that Huniu had given birth to an heir in Fusang, Fuhui’s heartache became even more serious!
At that time, 100% of Chinese people were idealists and loyal believers in theism. There were followers of Buddhism, Taoism, Shamanism and even Western religions!
When Fu Hui heard that the old immortal practiced medicine in a thousand-year-old Taoist temple and had such superb medical skills, his eyes immediately lit up!
"An iron pestle can be ground into a needle...I have heard of this legend. Is it the legend of Li Taibai?"
Huang Lao Shenxian twirled his beard and said with a smile, "Actually, there are many versions of this story. In my mind, I always believe in another version!"
"Old Lishan mother transformed into an old woman grinding an iron pestle by the stream. Who was enlightened? Is it really Li Taibai? Not sure... You must know that Li Taibai grew up in the Western Regions when he was young. How could he end up in Chang'an County? Where’s studying?”
"In my records of Mozhen Guan, the protagonist of this story is actually the youngest son and fifth son of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty! History books record that he was imprisoned by Yang Guang!"
"But that's false. The youngest son of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty actually became a monk and practiced Taoism! He practiced in the Grinding Needle Temple, but the road to cultivation is not that easy!"
"The prince, who has been pampered since he was a child, has thought about giving up half-way several times... That's how the story of Old Mother Lishan transformed into an old woman and used a grinding pestle to enlighten her!"
"In the end, this prince has indeed succeeded in cultivating Taoism and transformed into an immortal!"
"Really!" Fu Hui and all the women's eyes lit up, and the old immortal Huang laughed. "It happened thousands of years ago. Who can tell the truth?"
"It's just word of mouth, but Madam, you must understand that this needle-grinding observation is still very popular today. How could it be possible if it is not effective!"
"If it was all a lie, how could Emperor Kangxi give a steel needle to be enshrined in a Taoist temple? Madam, I can rest assured, but there is no smooth sailing in life."
"Don't believe in fortune telling, your fortune is getting thinner and thinner! Believe in accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. There are no relatives in heaven and earth, only good people! One blessing can overcome all disasters. No matter how many conspiracies there are, as long as you have great blessings, you will be able to overcome natural disasters and become auspicious! "
"Relax your mind and be virtuous... This profound merit is the steel ship of the Chinese people! The bigger the ship, the stronger it is, and naturally it will not be afraid of the storms of life!"
Oddly enough, Fuhui's mind suddenly brightened up after what the old god Huang said. Fuhui, with tears in his eyes, even bowed to the old god on the bed!
"Thank you to the old god for enlightening me... When I get better in the future, I will definitely go to the mountain to pay homage to Emperor Zhenwu! From now on, our Fucha family will devote all our efforts to worshiping your temple, and we will not let the incense be cut off!"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!" The old divine doctor Huang stood up and said goodbye!
After Zhu Bao saw off the old god, he hurried back to pay his respects to his aunt. At this time, Fuhui could already eat a bowl of millet porridge on the Kang table!
The golden and sticky millet porridge was cooked, and the few side dishes in front of her were nothing more than eight-treasure pickled melons, sweet cucumber twists, assorted vegetables and other appetizing pickles. With this simple meal, Fu Hui was actually happier than usual and had a better appetite. A lot!
Zhu Bao stood aside and waited carefully with a handkerchief, and said with concern, "How do you feel about this prescription? If you can't travel these days, just stay here for a few more days!"
"No need, this old fairy's medicine is really effective. I felt like there was a pressure in my abdomen before, but today it actually loosened up..."
"The old god is right, it is really an iceberg, and it is really showing signs of melting now..."
The two of them were chatting about their illness, while Ping'er, Qingwen, and Xiren looked a little weird as they listened. The three of them winked and sneaked out of the room, muttering behind the rockery.
"Hey... I just heard about the old immortal general's illness. Why do I feel that the symptoms are the same as mine?"
"That's right, that's right, my waist and knees are sore and weak, and my lower back is also cold even in the winter when I cover myself with two layers of quilts..."
"What about you, Ping'er? How do you feel..."
"If...if you say that, I think it's also a symptom of palace cold. What should I do?"
Qingwen stamped her foot, "Why are you still standing there? Before the old god leaves, let him take our pulse too! Prescribe the medicine..."
The three aunts quickly ran to the front yard, leaving the Fucha family talking and chatting here!
Fuhui put down the porridge bowl at this moment and took the hot towel from Zhu Bao to wipe her hands. Her nephew, wife and maid took the kang table away in person. Fuhui then pointed to the chair in front of the bed and said, "We are all one family, don't make rules. Come on, sit down!"
"Yes!" Zhu Baoqiu carefully sat on the chair with his butt half pulled up, waiting for his aunt's scolding!
Fu Hui thought for a while, "I used to think that I would find you a salary of more than 100,000 yuan a year, which would be enough for you to live on! But I didn't expect that the market would change so much in the past few years!"
"It's my fault, I haven't cared about food, rice, oil and salt all these years!"
"Aunt, please don't blame yourself. My aunt's kindness in taking care of my nephew will never be forgotten by my nephew!"
"Forget it, don't say New Year greetings, talk about it seriously... It is true that the salaries of officials in the Qing Dynasty are not high and not enough, but my Fucha family will never use corruption to make money!"
"Especially when it comes to people's livelihood, you can't be greedy! I'll give you one year to make up for all the shortfalls. If you don't have any money, I'll make up for it!"
"I still have to find something for you to do in the future... I thought about it and decided to go to the master to beg for mercy!"
"As far as I know, your uncle is planning a new industry that will make steady profits for a century. It's easy to make millions or even tens of millions a year!"
"I will give up this face for you to ask for it!"
"Ouch! Thank you so much, aunt! Wow...what do you think my nephew can say! Now our whole family can benefit. What kind of industry is this!"
Fu Hui rubbed her temples, "Your uncle had the intention to abolish all the sedan-carrying industries in the Qing Dynasty... He said he wanted to promote a new industrial product!"
"It's called a rickshaw! I've seen a sample in Tanggu. It's really a good thing. It's ten thousand times better than the sedan we use now!"
"Starting from today, you will take your family to drive and sell foreign cars in all the big cities in the Qing Dynasty!"
Note: The Needle Grinding Temple mentioned in the book is real. It is located on Taixing Mountain in Zhongnan. Book friends who are closer can go and have a look! Just southeast of Xi'an, Kuyu Township!
There is indeed an iron needle given by Emperor Kangxi!
