Can a mound of soil that is not as high as a hill be called a mountain? Shen Zhuo felt that the person who named this place might be blind.
In Shen Zhuo's impression, he doesn't seem to remember that there is a "Hidden Spirit Mountain" next to Huguo Temple? Of course, it is also possible that no one even remembers the name of a small slope.
The group of people didn't walk long before they arrived at the Taoist temple mentioned by Qing Xuzi.
The so-called Taoist temple is actually just three adobe tile-roofed houses. The wall outside the house was in tatters, with cracks everywhere, and a lot of weeds growing in the cracks. It's like if you were stronger, you could knock it over with just one push.
If it weren't for the plaque reading "Tongchen Temple" hanging on the crossbeam of the door, Shen Zhuo would have thought it was an abandoned and dilapidated house.
This Yinling Mountain, from the mountain to the Taoist temple to the Taoist priests, all stand out as dilapidated, old and poor.
"Come in, come in, come in quickly." Qing Xuzi greeted warmly. He pushed open the door of the Taoist temple. The old wooden door creaked slowly and slowly. Shen Zhuo was really afraid that the door would fall down the next moment.
Qingxuzi shouted loudly to the room: "Xiao Mizi, there are distinguished guests in the temple. Come out quickly and boil water to make tea."
A young Taoist priest walked out of the house. He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. His Taoist robe was torn and old, full of patches, but it was washed very clean.
The little Taoist priest was as thin as a bamboo pole, with no flesh on his face. A gust of wind seemed to blow him away.
Ying'er really couldn't believe that in Kyoto, in the most prosperous and prosperous place in Tiansheng, there were still people who were so thin and thin due to poverty.
Xiao Mizi first bowed to Shen Zhuo and Ying'er, then turned to Qing Xuzi and said: "Master, you have finished drinking all the tea in Guanli last month."
Qing Xuzi was immediately embarrassed.
Shen Zhuo said: "There is no need to make tea. I'm not here to drink tea. Taoist Master should just talk about how to view the past and future lives."
Qingxuzi blushed and said hurriedly: "That's fine, that's fine." After that, he led Shen Zhuo and Shen Zhuo into the middle room, where there was a clay statue of the Supreme Laojun in gold.
Shen Zhuo was greatly surprised. The Taoist temple, which was too poor to even afford a Taoist robe, actually had a golden statue! She couldn't help but look at Qing Xuzi with admiration, and she also became curious about the dilapidated Taoist temple that was leaking everywhere.
Qing Xuzi picked up three sticks of incense, bowed three times to the statue of the Supreme Lord, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the desk. Then, he picked up the incense burner and placed it in front of Shen Zhuo. Smoke curled up in front of Shen Zhuo.
Shen Zhuo looked shocked. This was the incense burnt for Taishang Laojun, and it was actually brought to her? Isn't this old man afraid of being struck by lightning?
Qing Xuzi didn't say much. He took out a piece of tortoise shell from his arms and handed it to Shen Zhuo: "Prick the middle finger of your left hand and put a drop of blood on it."
Is this tortoise shell divination? Shen Zhuo had never seen it before, and he was even more curious. She bit her middle finger open and blood dripped from it.
Qing Xuzi placed the tortoise shell dripping with blood on the three pillars of incense. When the incense burned out, he suddenly heard a subtle "crackling" sound and the tortoise shell cracked.
Qing Xuzi looked closely at the tortoise shell for a long time without saying anything.
Shen Zhuo couldn't help but said, "What did the Taoist Master see?"
Qing Xuzi stroked his mustache and said with a profound expression: "There is a previous life, but there is no afterlife."
Ying'er immediately exploded. She stepped forward and shouted: "Niubi Old Taoist, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, my aunt will tear down your ruined Taoist temple!"
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you so unreasonable, little girl~~"
Qingxuzi held the tortoise shell and jumped eight feet away. He rubbed his neck and said, "This is obviously what the tortoise shell says."
Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand to stop Ying'er.
Qing Xuzi looked at the tortoise shell and said: "However, it is not necessarily a bad thing. It is possible that the girl has been blessed in this life, so she cannot see the next life at this moment."
Shen Zhuo said: "What if there is no lasting blessing?"
Qing Xuzi choked: "Well, then there really is no afterlife."
When he saw Ying'er, he was about to flip the table.
Qingxuzi hurriedly said: "Previous lives, there are past lives."
"The girl was extremely wealthy in her previous life. Unfortunately, the world she encountered was not peaceful and war was raging, which led to her death in vain. However, the hexagram said that although there was a fire rising into the sky, she would be reborn as a phoenix."
Shen Zhuo was frightened and startled, and she suddenly raised her eyes and looked over. I saw that the other party still looked like he had not finished his meal, and looked depressed. His eyes were wandering around, and he looked like a charlatan. He really doesn't look like a trustworthy person, but he was right about his past life.
Shen Zhuo thought for a moment and then asked, "Can Taoist Master see if the situation in this life will be better than in the previous life?"
Qing Xuzi shook his head: "Oh, that's not possible. Situations change with your heart, and this life is constantly changing."
Ying'er couldn't bear it anymore: "Miss, let's go. I think he just cheats money!"
Shen Zhuo was pulled out by Yinger.
"Little girl, things change as you wish~~~ If you think about good things in your heart, things will get better. If you worry about bad things every day, you will be in trouble." Qing Xuzi's voice came from behind.
After Shen Zhuo and his servant left Tongchen Temple, Qingxuzi sat alone in the yard, holding a pile of gourd fragments in his hands. He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "What was good is just a pile of fragments."
"Master, the treasure gourd cannot be cut with a knife or damaged by fire. How could it be broken?" Mizi walked up to him at some point.
This gourd is really a treasure passed down by the ancestor Qingxuzi.
"This gourd is the most precious treasure in the world, but if it comes into contact with someone who is not in this world, a wandering soul who has not entered reincarnation, it will be as brittle as glass and will break if touched."
"So, the master used the gourd to confirm whether Miss Shen is the wandering spirit?"
Qing Xuzi nodded.
"Will Emperor Shengwu get what he wants?" Mi Zi asked.
"Well, if I could know, I wouldn't have to stay here!" Qingxuzi glanced at Mizi angrily, then took out a banknote and slapped it on Mizi's hand, "I have money today, go and buy some burning dogs." The goose is back!”
Qing Xuzi not only couldn't figure out whether Xiao Yi would be able to get what he wanted in this life, he also didn't expect that Xiao Yi during the Yuanjing period was getting more and more crazy.
March 15th every year is the Spring Festival. At this time, the ice and snow on the earth melt, everything revives, and the grass grows on the lakeside and the orioles fly. It is a good time for early spring.
On this day, people have always had the custom of outing by the lake. Young men and women go out together, wear hairpins and go boating to enjoy the wonderful spring scenery.
Xiao Yi was a diligent emperor. He did not patrol or go hunting. He only dealt with political affairs all year round. He hardly even set foot in the harem. In addition to state affairs, there are also state affairs in his life, and he has truly become a loner.
It is a good thing for an emperor to be diligent, but if he is too diligent, his courtiers will not tolerate it.
So all the courtiers went to persuade Qu Moran to invite Xiao Yi out of the palace on the Spring Festival, to visit privately incognito and enjoy the people together, so that everyone could take a breather.
Seeing that the weather was fine, Xiao Yi agreed to Qu Moran's invitation and ordered Du You, the Minister of Rites, and Yuan Mei'an, the Imperial College's wine minister, to accompany him.
On this day, a group of people set out from the imperial palace in a light vehicle to the most lively Qingyu Lake in Kyoto. Along the way, there are many pedestrians, cars and horses. There are especially many people out for fun.
Xiao Yi's horseback riding was blocked and progressed slowly, basically every five steps and a pause every ten steps. He simply took it easy and rode on horseback, watching the fireworks in the market as he walked.
When passing Tianjie, Xiao Yi's eyes suddenly froze. He reined in his horse and looked sideways about a foot ahead.
Qu Moran, who was walking beside Xiao Yi, followed his gaze and saw that there was a stall selling groceries, selling some daily necessities. The stall owners are a middle-aged couple, both of whom seem to be honest people.
Maybe the business was so good today, the man was so busy that he was sweating. The woman was wiping him carefully with a handkerchief. Although she was whispering something in her mouth, there was a gentle smile between her eyes. The man was also staring at the woman. He was smiling innocently.
At first glance, they look like a very loving couple.
Xiao Yi looked straight at them, his eyes cold and heavy. Qu Moran was staring so hard that he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with these two people. Just when he was about to order an investigation, he saw Xiao Yi clamping his horse's belly and riding his horse to the grocery stall.
"Are you two married?" Xiao Yi asked, staring at the person.
The stall owner was startled for a moment, then said cheerfully: "Exactly, this is a bitch. The guest officer made a joke."
The man's eyes were full of smiles, and the woman blushed. She took back her hand to wipe the sweat in embarrassment and moved away from the man.
Xiao Yi felt very dazzling, and there was a red mist in his eyes.
He looked down at the two of them and said coldly: "Go and leave, go immediately."
"Ah?!" The stall owner was shocked.
"Why do you want my husband to reconcile with me!" the woman screamed.
"If you don't make peace, you will die."
Xiao Yi looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
