Although I didn't want to go to the Taoist temple yesterday, Zhuang Xun still went there today. I had enough rest, so I stopped complaining.
Holding Siqin Mi's hand, we walked on the stone path in the mountain forest. It was the beginning of winter and the cold was biting, but my wife's little hands were quite warm, and the clothes she had prepared were also warm.
Wearing bamboo hats to hide their faces, Zhuang Xun and Si Qinmi's trip attracted quite a lot of attention, especially the obvious height difference, even though it was only half a head.
Even if there were some weird rumors, Zhuang Xun didn't care. Today, he wore regular clothes and came to Qinghu Mountain, the most efficacious place in the country, under the escort of Wang Qingzheng and others.
In Qinghu Mountain, the maple leaves are falling, hoarfrost is on the mountain, smoke and mist are lingering, and people are coming and going. Zhuang Xun is not too many, not too few, being guarded by more than a dozen people, which shows that there are many people who believe in Taoism.
Stepping onto the bluestone stairs, Zhuang Xun preferred to see the beautiful scenery of the mountains after climbing the mountain rather than the solemnity of the Taoist temple. He thought that he and Siqin Mi had not yet come out to see the scenery, the frosty sky and the tearful ground, living high in the mountains and looking at the ground. Far.
"It is indeed a Taoist temple of the Immortal Family. I wonder if there is a true god." Zhuang Xun said with emotion.
"Of course there are. How could there not be some immortal families in such an immortal mountain?" He Jung and Zhuang Xun stood close to each other, half-guessing, but actually revealing.
"Yes, King Cheng also invited many immortals from Qinghu Mountain to teach him how to cultivate immortality." What Zhuang Xun actually wanted to express was whether there were true gods similar to the King of Reincarnation in these temples.
Because he was going to have a marriage divination today, and of course he wanted to find a true god, but after thinking about what Si Qinmi said yesterday, whether the horoscopes were incompatible or not, he immediately lost interest in the true god, and he didn't want to know the truth.
"It's a pity that they are all fake immortals. If there were real immortals, I wouldn't have to search so hard to become a king." Si Qinmi said softly, looking at the high eaves of the door, and smiled. Even the king of reincarnation said that you must accumulate good deeds in practice. , God bless you.
"There must be true immortals, too. I heard Ru Si say that General Li once met a monk from Qinghu Mountain..." Zhuang Xun was inclined to believe what he said while chatting with Li Rusi.
The group chatted and passed several Taoist temples before arriving at a somewhat simple temple. Although the temple was simple, there were many people, many of whom were ordinary people. There were men and women entering and leaving in pairs, and there were also singles. People can enter and leave alone, and dignitaries and dignitaries are also presentable. At most, only two people can enter.
"Is this the temple of Empress Xuannv?" Zhuang Xun nodded. No matter how poor or low one is, one person can perform divination. The temple is much simpler than the mountain gate in front of it. It looks simple and unqualified, 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 to enter the temple one by one and then come out one by one, either excited or helpless.
In the land of gods, everyone still adheres to some rules, and these are the only times when there are rules.
The number of people was getting smaller and smaller, and it was not until they reached the temple gate that Zhuang Xun saw clearly a pair of divination requirements posted on the door.
"Wealth and destiny are hard to predict, but human relationships can be sought after."
"It turns out that the temple of Empress Xuannv is not about wealth, but only about favors. It's no wonder that there are mostly men and women, and the horoscopes must be here." Zhuang Xun smiled, but even so, there were still many people in gorgeous clothes.
"Lang Jun, don't you know?" Si Qinmi was a little surprised.
"Hmm, I don't know. I didn't even know that Xuannv Empress had such a vocation." There is some connection between this world and the earth, perhaps because of the mapping. The similarities are intertwined. Many stories are the same, such as Pangu Kai Heaven is like this, Huang Di fights Chi You, with the help of Nine Heavens Xuannv.
But there are differences. After the Xia Dynasty, it was not the Shang Dynasty, but after a long time there was the Zhou Dynasty. Anyway, Zhuang Xun felt that it was confusing, and he did not learn to be rich in five things. Some allusions could be used, and some could not, and he couldn't tell the difference anyway.
"Xuannv Empress is the god of divination, the god of wind and swordsmanship, and she is also the god of autumn. Lang Jun, you must remember it clearly." Si Qinmi is not a novice. She has read poetry and books and told Zhuang Xun. .
"I remember the purpose of this, except that I won't need it this time." 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 Xuannv when you get in." It's useless to say that in a place where gods exist. He really got excited. When he realized it, Zhuang Xun quickly admitted his mistake and apologized.
He remembered what happened when King Zhou wrote erotic poems in Nuwa Temple, and the disaster came from his mouth.
"It's good that Mr. Lang understands." It's okay to talk in other places, but it's too arrogant to say it in front of other people's temples.
It was Zhuang Xun and Si Qin Mi's turn to enter. 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 10 to 20 meters away. Compared with the noisy environment outside, it seemed very quiet. Zhuang Xun's heart also calmed down. Holding Siqin Mi's hand, he seemed very relieved.
When I walked to a donation box, there was a message written on it.
In fact, it's quite expensive. Obviously, we don't want everyone to come. There's no need to ask any small questions. It's important to ask about the big things in life.
After investing 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 main hall, Zhuang Xun almost immediately thought of Mrs. Jiang when he saw the mural of a blue bird carrying the wind. Her handkerchief seemed to still be on him.
At that longevity banquet, he kept carrying the handkerchief that brought the poem. Naturally, it was not because he had any strange habits, but this kind of thing was regarded as an amulet. According to Siqin Mi, it protected you this time. You left her like this. Already?
What Si Qin Mi said made people feel guilty, so Zhuang Xun didn't throw it away and kept it in his arms. It was nothing more than a handkerchief.
Speaking of which, the blue bird holding the wind itself has the meaning of a message from a lover. If ordinary people have misunderstood it, will the other party be interested in me?
But Zhuang Xun was very calm. Even if Mrs. Jiang touched his itchy spot, he would not think so because the gap was too big.
Mrs. Jiang's reputation is really useful in Chengguo. Everyone knows that she is a rich and beautiful woman with ability and skill. Mrs. Jiang was once pursued by a prince, but she did not agree. The other party wanted to use some coercion and inducement, and then The prince cut off his title and rebelled and died.
From then on, everyone no longer dared to look at this rose with thorns. At least they all pursued it politely. No one wanted to be like the prince who had already rebelled and killed him.
Being appreciated by Mrs. Jiang is a skill in itself. At least Si Qinmi found out about Zhuang Xun's reputation. Compared with marrying Miss Li, the scandal was even more exciting. He was a replica of Yu Guo. No, it was even more exciting than that. After all, everyone in the Yu Kingdom only had an impression of Mrs. Jiang as a foreign noblewoman, which was not as famous as the daughter of the Siqin family.
On the contrary, in Chengguo, the noble and mysterious Mrs. Jiang has invited a guest. This topic is so exciting that it is much better than the second Miss Li getting married.
Looking at the strokes of the blue bird holding the wind, Mrs. Jiang must 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 Empress Xuannv. She was a goddess in palace makeup, with a shawl and a tied skirt, and a long skirt with hairpins. She had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but she was a bit majestic.
Zhuang Xun clasped his hands together again and prayed to the powerful goddess, asking her to forgive him for speaking out. In this matter, he realized that he was wrong.
After worshiping the gods, he started to cast lots. With his heart moving, Zhuang Xun cast a lot.
The word "big evil" was at the bottom of the signature. Zhuang Xun's eyes twitched when he saw it. Is it so effective?
There is a sentence written on the signature: "The king is compassionate, but the concubine will die in the king's body."
"This?" Zhuang Xun took the lottery and went to the lottery office next to the statue.
"Master, please help me calculate whether my horoscope matches the woman's horoscope." Zhuang Xun handed over the signature and the prepared horoscope. He thought of two options, one is to use age backwards, or directly use the earth's horoscope , but using the earth, I am a few years older than my horoscope.
After much deliberation, I decided to use the horoscope of the earth. The calculation should be more accurate.
The person who interpreted the signature was a Taoist nun, about thirty years old, with a thin body, a sharp gaze, and a graceful and unique demeanor.
"If you calculate the horoscope, how can you interpret the lotus?" 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, the interpretation of the fortune is useless." The Taoist nun denied the role of drawing lots. She glanced at the bad luck handed over by Zhuang Xun with a strange look, and then slowly looked at Zhuang Xun and the fortune, looking at the fortune while looking at Zhuang Xun.
"Master, is there any problem?" Zhuang Xun was a little confused by her look, and interrupted her confusion with doubts. The age difference should not be a big problem.
"There is no problem. The two horoscopes are very suitable. I wish you and your wife a happy marriage for a hundred years and work together as one heart." The Taoist nun showed an affirmative smile and said her best wishes to Zhuang Xun.
"These horoscopes are not concubine and husband. There is another person. The master's blessing was wrong. One sign for each person. I want to see if husband is safe in the future." The big evil not only frightened Zhuang Xun, but also Si Qinmi. Frightened, Si Qinmi, who had originally planned to watch Zhuang Xun's fortune telling in silence, also became a little nervous.
"Aren't they considered husband and wife? As for the concubine, there is a bit of a mismatch." The Taoist nun frowned.
"Let's be a wife, we can't call her a concubine." Zhuang Xun said honestly.
"Then it's okay. It's neither bad nor bad, and there's no blame. An even wife is also a wife, and she's in the right position." The Taoist nun comforted her, and Zhuang Xun also nodded relaxedly.
"Master, how is the husband's safety?" Si Qinmi asked again, because the Taoist nun did not answer her.
"Safety is not within the scope of divination. Let's ask another question." The Taoist nun refused, saying that she was talking about something confidential.
"I just want to know about my husband's future safety. Can't I ask for help even if I'm worried about my husband?" Si Qinmi said stubbornly.
"It's just that, if you can calculate it, hand me your horoscopes, and lift up your bamboo hat to see your face." The Taoist nun ordered after thinking for a moment.
Si Qinmi also handed over his birth date. He looked at the Taoist nun's calculations and held Zhuang Xun's hand. How could he draw the bad luck lottery? Is it because of this wedding?
Because I know the gods and Buddhas, I am still somewhat in awe. This situation is like a thorn stuck in my heart and needs to be pulled out, even if it bleeds like a river.
"A woman is a prosperous husband, and a man is a prosperous wife." Taking a closer look at their horoscopes, the Taoist nun looked at the embarrassed Zhuang Xun again.
"You and your wife have very good horoscopes and a perfect match, but the woman has no offspring. This is probably why the layman is planning to marry an equal wife." The Taoist nun was amazed. Such a perfect match for a couple is rare. They are too perfect, so they need to have flaws in the ointment. .
"It doesn't matter. Master, let's talk about Lang Jun's safety." Didn't he know this earlier? He is the scabbard assigned to him, presenting this sword. Whether it is a rotten sword or a rotten blade, it perfectly matches Zhuang Xun's skills. What's the problem?
"With your support, all difficulties will be resolved. As long as you and your husband work together, nothing can trouble you. Because you show strength to each other, no matter how big the difficulty is, it will be resolved. The same goes for safety."
The answer given by the Taoist nun can be resolved. As long as the husband and wife are of the same mind, all difficulties will be resolved. This feels like it has been said but not said, and has no value. No difficulties have been mentioned, and no dangers have been mentioned. It is like giving chicken blood or chicken soup. , it happened that Zhuang Xun was tired of chicken soup.
"Then thank you Master for your kind words. I can't thank you enough." Zhuang Xun stretched out his hand but did not hit the smiling person. This was considered as giving him enough face, and today's purpose is over. It matches Li Rusi's horoscope and name very well. , he can take it back and hand it over. As for the ambiguity of what the Taoist nun said, he doesn't care anymore.
Difficulties are not just dangers, but they can be overcome by the couple working together. Do you think it is a love drama? Love is the greatest and most glorious, and everything is judged by love.
The reality is not like this, love brains will be hung up and beaten, but the wishes are indeed beautiful, and what he said is what he is willing to do. He doesn't mind guarding his eldest sister for the rest of his life and supporting each other with her.
"Thank you, Master." Compared to Zhuang Xun, who was a little undisciplined and disappointed, Si Qinmi seemed pious and had some calculations in his mind. Liu Ye looked at the expressionless Zhuang Xun and figured out something.
After receiving the document issued by the Taoist nun, Zhuang Xun held Siqin Mi's hand and walked back out as if he had come. Seeing that Siqin Mi was silent when he came out, Zhuang Xun comforted and teased with concern:
"Madam, don't think about it. She said that if we work together, there will be no danger. You don't have to worry. You are still worried that I will betray you. I can't let you go."
Aren't they husband and wife always of the same mind? There is no need to worry about danger, there is no way to hide from this thing.
"I know, I know, I am thinking about something, it is very important." Si Qinmi shook his head and did not use a smile to show that he was not affected by the Taoist nun just now. He was obviously inspired by the other party's words.
"How important is it? I'm important? You ignored me." Zhuang Xun said coquettishly. A man's coquettishness is a mental attack on others, but it is a spiritual attack on the woman who loves him.
Si Qinmi pinched Zhuang Xun's cheek, withdrew from his thoughts, and coaxed Zhuang Xun and said, "Of course you are important, you are the most important. I have thought about it, and I won't let you worry like this anymore."
The couple had fun, and later played in the lake of Qinghu Mountain, rafted on the Han River, and recited poems.
Of course, Si Qinmi knew Zhuang Xun's level. She sang a cappella poems to him alone and then went fishing, which was a kind of joy in the wild.
Neither he nor He Jung, who was fishing with him, noticed that the handkerchief in Zhuang Xun's arms disappeared and reappeared.
(End of chapter)
