Shen Zhuo knelt in front of the Buddha and kowtowed eighteen times, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Ying'er waited outside the palace for a long time before Shen Zhuo came out. I saw her eyes were red and her forehead was also red.
Ying'er was shocked: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Zhuo touched his forehead and pretended to be fine: "Nothing, just kowtowed a few times. There was so much smoke in the temple that it hurt my eyes."
Ying'er was doubtful and hurriedly found cold water, soaked the handkerchief and applied it to Shen Zhuo.
After stepping out of the temple gate, Shen Zhuo looked back at the pagoda at the deepest part of the Huguo Temple, and said softly: "Next time I come back, I will definitely ask Zen Master Xuantian for an amulet."
"Ah?" Ying'er thought she had misheard.
Ask Zen Master Xuantian for an amulet? Miss, are you kidding me? I heard that His Majesty could not even meet with Zen Master Xuantian.
Shen Zhuo smiled, turned around and walked down the mountain: "Nothing is difficult in the world. If you think about it and give it a try, maybe you can make it happen."
"Yes, Miss, what you said makes sense." Ying'er nodded firmly. In Ying'er's pure world, everything the lady said was right.
Shen Zhuo was not in a high mood after coming out of Huguo Temple, and various fragments of her past and present lives kept flashing through her mind. She lowered her head and looked a little dazed.
As he walked, Shen Zhuo suddenly heard a "click" under his feet, as if something was crushed.
"Oh, my treasure gourd~~~"
Before Shen Zhuo could see what he was crushing, he heard a roaring sound coming from his ears.
A shriveled Taoist priest in gray rushed over like a wind, staring at Shen Zhuo's soles sadly.
Shen Zhuo slowly raised his feet. Under his feet were dried gourd fragments broken into several large pieces. She hurriedly apologized: "I was not paying attention when I was walking just now, and I accidentally stepped on your gourd. I will pay for the price of this gourd."
"Gourd? No, it's not a gourd!" The old Taoist priest was very excited. The two mustaches on his lips were trembling, and his little eyes were wide open. "It is the magic weapon left by the ancestor! Do you understand the magic weapon? !”
Shen Zhuo choked and was silent, then said: "Then how much is this magic weapon worth?"
"Is this a matter of money? Is this a matter of money?!" The old Taoist priest sadly picked up the gourd fragments on the ground and held them tremblingly in his hands, crying. "The only thing left by the ancestor is gone. Yeah~~~~”
Shen Zhuo glanced at the old Taoist priest's robes that had faded to white and his hair that was as yellow as straw, and thought for a moment: "Fifty taels."
"One thousand taels." The old Taoist priest wiped away the few tears on his face.
"You stinking Taoist priest, stop blackmailing people here!" Ying'er couldn't stand it anymore and rushed to the old Taoist priest, pointing at his nose and yelling curses.
"My lady didn't pay attention, but I have been paying attention. There were no gourds on this road. When my lady came here, a gourd suddenly rolled out of the grass. It was obviously you who threw it on purpose!"
"Not to mention stepping on a worthless broken gourd, even if you step on your golden gourd or jade gourd, you deserve it! If you trip my lady out again, you will be forced to walk around without food!"
"Hey, hey, hey, you little girl, why are you swearing~~~" Facing the menacing Ying'er, the old Taoist priest jumped up and hid behind Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo turned his head and looked at the old man: "Sixty taels, no more."
The old Taoist priest said with a sneer: "Well, that's fine too."
"Miss!" Ying'er stamped her feet, "A broken gourd can only cost twenty cents at most!"
Shen Zhuo was in a bad mood and didn't want to get involved too much with others. There is not much difference between twenty coins and sixty taels to her. She saw that this old Taoist had a disheveled appearance, was thin in stature, and had shabby Taoist robes. She thought life was not easy, so she regarded it as a good deed to get some money from him.
Shen Zhuo motioned to Ying'er to give him the banknote, and he continued walking down the mountain.
The old Taoist here took the banknote and rubbed it for a few times, his withered face smiled. He put the banknote into his arms, hurriedly caught up with Shen Zhuo and followed Shen Zhuo, and said with a smile: " This little girl, the old Taoist temple has darkened your hall, and you are afraid of something going wrong recently. The old Taoist can help you resolve it, and it only costs ten taels of silver."
Ying'er pushed him away and said in a bad tone: "Meeting you is the most unpleasant thing for young lady. Just walk away quickly and it will be resolved naturally."
Shen Zhuo and Yinger quickened their pace.
"Looking at Feng Shui, calculating gossip, and judging good and bad luck, the old Taoist is the best at it, and it can also keep the home safe. If you two need it, it only costs ten taels of silver." The old Taoist priest chased after the two of them, chattering non-stop.
Not far away was the official road at the foot of the mountain, and the hired carriage was parked under the big tree. The pace of Shen Zhuo and the others was even faster.
"Oh, you two little girls, don't leave in such a hurry. The old Taoist can also communicate with heaven and earth, see cause and effect, know the past life, and know the future life..."
Shen Zhuo stopped suddenly.
The old Taoist priest was sweating after chasing him. He panted and continued: "Yes, it is also ten taels of silver."
"Can you know the past life and the future life?" Shen Zhuo stared at him closely.
"Monks don't tell lies, and monks don't make up lies." The old Taoist priest straightened his body.
Ying'er rolled her eyes at him, "I think everything in your mouth is just lies!"
"Ying'er, give him ten taels." Shen Zhuo continued to stare at the old man, "I want to know the past life and the future life."
The old Taoist priest stroked his two-character mustache, raised his eyebrows, and said cautiously: "Then the little girl will follow the old Taoist and return to the Taoist temple together."
Ying'er looked at him warily: "Where is the Taoist temple?"
"No, the Taoist temple is there." The old Taoist raised his hand and pointed far to the left, "It's in the place with the best feng shui in Yinling Mountain."
Shen Zhuo and Ying'er looked along his fingers and saw a small slope on the left side of the foot of the mountain. The slope was bare, with no grass, no trees, not even stones. Apart from three tile-roofed houses, there was nothing. .
