good luck? Bon Voyage?
Ning Wuhuang didn't think that Master Hua, who was able to get into the position of Chief Supervisor of Qin Tian Jian and was sought after by people like Shen Youchu, was an incompetent bastard.
The ancients were particular about their understanding of metaphysics.
He thought about all the details of his arrangements. If one mistake was made, it might cause Zhou An to give up on assassinating him. Maybe it would be good luck and a smooth journey.
Then, Zhou An will be as lucky as him and follow him back to the capital smoothly.
"Mr. Ning, in addition to being good at divination, Hua Shibo is also quite accomplished in the field of medicine. Although he does not go to the clinic except to treat injuries of relatives and friends, he made a mistake in divination this time. I would like to invite him to heal your injuries. He shouldn’t refuse.”
Ji Jin only briefly experienced the collapse of his faith and never considered that the divination would be wrong.
But soon, he decided to use this incident to make up for this mistake.
"Okay, I just need to trouble Miss Ji to go to the city. If Master Hua doesn't want to come, I can also pay a visit."
Ning Wuhuang did not refuse Ji Jin's kindness. Furthermore, he was also very interested in officials in Qintian Prison who could survive long enough to retire.
He thought that after passing the martial arts examination, he should go to the capital.
There is no harm in making friends with a big shot like Master Hua, who is sought after by dignitaries for his fortune-telling.
Seeing that he agreed, Ji Jin pointed in the direction of Hanshan Temple.
"Hua Shibo has been staying in Hanshan Temple playing chess with the abbot recently. He hasn't come down from the mountain yet. It's dark today so I can't disturb him. I'll go find him tomorrow."
"good."
Ning Wuyang was very relieved about Ji Jin's arrangement.
Ji Jin is not like Shen Youchu, who has an outgoing personality and thinks about everything. She thinks twice before doing anything and doesn't need to worry about others at all.
When Shen Youchu saw the two of them talking happily, she gently tugged on Ning Wuyan's sleeves and muttered in a low voice.
"Originally, I wanted to ask Master Hua to help you heal your injuries, but I didn't expect Jin'er to take the lead. Mr. Ning, what can I do for you?"
There is such a lovely and kind-hearted girl by his side, who actively wants to help him share his pain, so why should he use her for anything?
No need.
"Ms. Shen, why don't you help me think about what to eat tonight? Also, if my family members overreact after they find out I'm injured, Miss Shen will have to help me persuade them."
In fact, his little injury is not enough for Jiangmen's family.
But that didn't stop him from giving Shen Youchu the feeling that she was important.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, Shen Youchu, who had been crying, suddenly stood up, put his hands on his hips, and said triumphantly: "Don't worry, Mr. Ning, I promise to make them happy."
I am very satisfied if I make you happy.
Ning Wuyang saw Shen Youchu's proud expression, raised his right arm halfway, and suddenly realized that there were many people around him. Even though today's Daxing Dynasty was the same as the Tang Dynasty, with strong national power and less strict ethics, he still pinched in public. Face movements like this will still attract criticism from Shen Youchu.
He could only continue to lift his right arm upward.
Under the gaze of everyone, he gave a thumbs up.
"I knew Miss Shen was the best!"
The words just fell.
The sun sank to the bottom of the valley, and the sky in the west became dark. It seemed that there were dark clouds pressing down on it, making it look very dull, but there was no trace of any dark clouds.
Ning Wuyan felt a pain in the wound on his arm, and finally realized that his body could be used as a weather forecast.
"It might rain tomorrow."
"How does Mr. Ning know this? Has Mr. Ning already learned divination and stargazing from Master Hua before he met him?"
Shen Youchu joked and looked towards the darkening night to the west.
The sky was full of stars behind the dark clouds, but there was no sign of rain.
Seeing Ning Wuxu leave after saying that, she didn't take it seriously and chased after him with her skirt in hand.
"Mr. Ning, how about I go to the orchard in the evening and catch a black-bone chicken and stew it for you to eat? It will replenish blood, energy and beautify your skin."
…
Hanshan Temple, in the abbot's room.
When night fell, a young man of about fifteen years old dressed as a Taoist priest tiptoed to the lampstand and lit a lamp.
Then he tiptoed to the side of the chess game.
As soon as he put it down, he saw the abbot Zhizhen Taoist throw the few black stones in his hand back into the black round chess box.
It's over.
The little Taoist priest knew that the abbot had lost another game.
"I'll lose you again, no more."
Taoist Zhizhen stroked his gray goatee angrily and tapped his fingers on the chessboard to calm himself down and stabilize his mood, but he still complained unavoidably.
"The last time I played chess with you and you were so angry that you couldn't eat for a whole day, it was ten years ago when I traveled to Jing'an City."
"Although you always beat me before, you won brilliantly. Now you beat me, but you only win one piece. Brother Hua, I really belong to you."
Taoist Zhizhen accidentally struck too hard and even pulled off a strand of his beard.
He stopped stroking his beard and simply turned around to face Master Hua and began to sit cross-legged and meditate.
Master Hua, who also had gray hair and beard, and tied his hair randomly with a thin bamboo coil on his head. Master Hua, who was more celestial than Taoist Zhizhen, burst out laughing when he saw Taoist Zhizhen being so angry.
"Xu Zhizhen, you are the one who invited me to play chess here, and you are the one who thinks my chess skills are superb. If I had known this, I might as well sit on my soft couch and tease the cat to figure out the hexagrams, and I don't want to bother crawling on you and the three of you on a hot day. Qian Stairs comes to play with you.”
Both were over sixty and had one leg in the coffin.
We grew up wearing trousers together in Jing'an City, and everyone knows each other's temper.
Taoist Zhizhen is Xu Jidao's cousin. He likes to travel north and south to visit famous mountains and rivers, which is an ancestral hobby of the Xu family. However, he was in danger when he walked to Jinling and was saved by the abbot of Hanshan Temple. Therefore, he inherited the mantle and could not go down the mountain without incident.
Hua Yi likes to deduce astrology, divination and interpretation. He obviously should visit various places and read people, but he does not want to be tainted with the cause and effect of the world. What he loves most is to stay in his room.
Taoist Zhizhen thought that if he did not invite Hua Yi to come, but Hua Yi still came, I am afraid that the next meeting would be at the funeral of one of the two, and he lost his temper at this time.
"Okay, okay, I admit defeat. I haven't beaten you once since I was a child, and you don't know how to let me go even when you get old."
"Doesn't it count as a concession if I only win one piece against you?"
Master Hua's words choked the Taoist Zhizhen, who was always eloquent to the pilgrims, to death.
He simply turned around again, packed up the chess box, and handed it to the little Taoist priest to put away.
"I won't play Go again this year."
"Shan, since I won't play chess anymore, I'll go down the mountain tonight."
After Master Hua said this, he stood up.
The little Taoist priest glanced at the starry sky outside in surprise.
Master Hua lives in the temple these days. He can't walk without walking. He doesn't even leave the door at night. Why go down the mountain at night?
The little Taoist priest didn't understand Hua Yi when he came into contact with it for the first time, but Taoist Zhizhen had long been used to it and glanced out the window.
"The starry sky is bright, but the wind and rain are hidden. Seriang, tell the brothers and sisters to put away the bedding, books, talismans and peach wood swords that are afraid of water."
"Yes, Abbot."
After the young Taoist priest Seriang retired.
Taoist Zhizhen stroked his beard and asked with a smile: "How is this boy? He is smart and down-to-earth, so he is suitable to be your disciple. If I don't want to be a direct disciple, I can at least learn some skills from you, so as not to lose your extraordinary skills."
"I was also wondering why I keep seeing him serving me recently. It turns out that this was my idea. You have a good eye for people. This guy is indeed extraordinary."
Master Hua used his left index finger to count on his index, middle and ring fingers, with a dark and unclear expression on his face.
"He has the bones of a general on his head, and he will definitely become a general and a marquis in the near future. However, my skills need to be studied with concentration. He doesn't have that time."
Will he be granted the title of Marquis in the near future? !
Zhizhen Taoist was shocked and blurted out: "Brother Hua, is there going to be a large-scale war in Daxing in recent years? With whom? To the north, to the west, or to the sea?"
