Seeing Master Ciyun's face, Qin Liuxi did not embarrass Teng Tianhan and drove back to the city with him. As for what he wanted, he came here for his only son.
Qin Liuxi looked at his face carefully and said, "What's wrong with your master? Your face doesn't look like someone who has a serious illness in his family, and there is no darkness in the children's palace."
Teng Tianhan was surprised: "Will you meet me?"
"Why, Master Ciyun didn't tell you about your ability to meet the destined person, so you just waited, because you were confident that you would be able to wait?" Qin Liu smiled at the west.
Teng Tianhan said: "Although I have not lost my hair, I am still a half-disciple of Master Ciyun. When I was young, I served the master for several years and listened to his teachings."
Qin Liuxi glanced at the shiny rosary beads on his wrist and said: "It turns out that I have a destiny with Buddha. Don't call me Your Excellency. I am the Taoist priest of Qingping Temple in Licheng. My Taoist name is Buqiu, so I
He also knows some fortune-telling skills."
Teng Tianhan cupped his hands and said, "Master, you are polite." He then said, "My son is not seriously ill, but he is a weak disease brought from his mother's womb. And his temper..."
He paused for a moment, thinking about his son's actions, and felt a sense of powerlessness in his brows.
"So you want to seek medical attention?"
Teng Tianhan nodded.
Qin Liuxi was silent for a while and said: "I have a technique, the Taisu Pulse Technique, which can predict fortunes and disasters in the past. Diagnosing the father's pulse can tell the good or bad luck of the son. Do you dare to let me hold the pulse?"
Teng Tianhan was stunned. The doctor he was seeking was for his only son, but the other party wanted to check his pulse?
Teng Tianhan, who is known as a god in solving cases, rarely showed a completely different expression from his usual calm and indifferent expression. He looked at Qin Liuxi steadily and said, "Can you tell the fate of my son by checking my pulse?"
How strange is it to regard a father as a son?
Although Teng Tianhan had a predestined relationship with Buddhism, he had been an official for many years, and in recent years he had been promoted to the rank of Shaoqing of Dali Temple. He had seen a lot of magicians and alchemists who pretended to be gods and ghosts, but he had never heard of anyone who could diagnose the pulse and know the good or bad luck of a child.
As for the child sitting cross-legged in front of her, she can only call it a half-grown child, and she can be her father.
Does this young alchemist really have that ability?
Qin Liuxi looked at him without dodge and said, "Master Teng is a widower, right?"
Teng Tianhan's fingertips curled up in his sleeves trembled, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.
If the driver driving the carriage outside knew his origin, he should also know that his deceased wife had been gone for many years, and the only son he had now was the result of his deceased wife's inability to give birth to him.
He extended his right hand.
Qin Liuxi smiled, took a slight breath, stretched out two fingers with one hand to touch his pulse, and while silently reciting the Taisu Pulse Jue in his heart, pinched the magic jute with the other hand.
The Taisu Pulse Method uses the four pulse patterns of light, clear and heavy turbidity as its main principles to describe people. People with light and clear pulses are considered noble, while those with heavy and turbid pulses are considered humble. Men mainly look at the liver pulse, so we know that they are famous for their fame, wealth and honor.
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Teng Tianhan's pulse was light and clear. Even if there was a minor illness, it was straight and clear and not turbid.
He came from a noble family. He was admitted as a Jinshi at the age of nineteen. He got married at the age of three. He started as a county magistrate and climbed up step by step to the fourth rank of Shaoqing. He is only thirty-two years old now and has not yet had an official career.
After all, he can be promoted to the second rank before the age of knowing his destiny.
Qin Liuxi didn't even open his eyes. He held his pulse with one hand and told his origin and future.
Teng Tianhan's eyes were shocked.
"...The pulse is as slippery as a pill for no reason. If you press the finger hard, it will be good. If you lift the finger, it will be smooth. Sir, your three parts are often slippery, indicating insufficient liver qi. Does your liver hurt a little on weekdays? Even though you are busy with official duties, you must also pay attention to liver detoxification and maintenance.
, otherwise, as time goes by, minor illnesses will turn into serious illnesses, and no matter how rich you are, you will be accompanied by medicine all day long, and even the illness will be incurable." Qin Liuxi's voice was particularly clear in the small carriage.
When Teng Tianhan heard this, his expression became more solemn.
He actually has some skills.
The imperial doctor in the palace also gave him a pulse, saying that he had a disharmony between the liver and spleen. He had taken medicine, but because he was busy with official duties and worried about his only son, he did not pay attention to health care.
Qin Liuxi pinched the magic formula, then probed further, the tip of his eyebrows raised slightly, then relaxed, and after a while he retracted his two fingers.
Teng Tianhan handed her a handkerchief to wipe her hands: "How?"
"Two news, one good and one bad, which one do you want to hear first?"
Teng Tianhan's heart trembled and he said, "Is it about my son?"
"Your Excellency and your noble son have a weak relationship as father and son. You are not friendly to each other when we get along with each other on weekdays."
Teng Tianhan argued: "He lost his mother when he was young, and he also suffered from a frailty, which caused his temper to be different from ordinary people. If his health improves, maybe..."
Qin Liuxi shook his head and said, "Sir, your pulse cannot lie. You and the young master have a bad relationship as father and son."
Teng Tianhan's face gradually turned ugly.
What does it mean to have a bad relationship between father and son? He understands that either the relationship between father and son is broken, or one of them dies, or they are completely different from each other.
"Another good news is that you will get a new wife, your family will be prosperous, and your family will be full of children and grandchildren." Qin Liuxi said: "In addition, I know that there will be a calamity of killing in the destined year. If you can survive it, you can live a safe life. Killing them all will not make you suffer.
Your Excellency, you have risen through the ranks and reached the sky in one step. Even if being a cruel official can make you achieve outstanding political achievements and be reused, it will also make you have a fearful reputation and harm the peace of the world, so you can abandon it at any time. Leave everything on the line so that we can meet again in the future."
Teng Tianhan's back felt cold and his ears were buzzing.
Qin Liuxi's tone was very calm, but he was stunned to see the bloody storm that followed, which was shocking.
Teng Tianhan took a deep breath and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Whether it's accurate or not depends on whether you believe it or not. When I say that you have a weak relationship with your son, I don't mean that his life is short, but that he has a weak relationship with you and even the family. It's not because of the young master's health.
This is fate." Qin Liuxi said calmly: "Don't worry, sir. Even though this one is not lucky, you still have at least two sons to love him."
So should I cry or laugh?
Teng Tianhan didn't know what to say for a moment. On the one hand, she said that she and her son had a bad relationship, but on the other hand, she said that she was very prosperous.
Yes, Zhao'er is already seven years old, and the family has already planned to remarry him. They have already identified a person, and they will bring him in after the new year at the latest.
Teng Tianhan said: "No matter what, do you still want the master to treat my son?"
Qin Liuxi nodded and stretched out his hand.
Teng Tianhan was puzzled: "???"
"Sir, it's time to pay me the fortune for your fortune telling."
Teng Tianhan realized what he was doing and quickly went to look for his wallet in his sleeve pocket, only to find that he didn't have any wallet with him. It was all at the steward's place.
Looking into Qin Liuxi's clear eyes, he felt a little embarrassed and said, "I don't have any silver with me. Can I give it to you after I return to the city?"
Qin Liuxi took back his hand and said, "That's okay."
She thought for a while and then said: "If you don't give me the Gua gold, you can find me two useful craftsmen who can pay for it."
"Oh? What kind of craftsman do you want?"
"I know how to make candied fruits, and my hands and feet are neat and clean." Qin Liuxi said.
That's it?
Teng Tianhan thought he wanted someone powerful, but as a candied fruit maker, would she be so sweet?
I can't do 4 hours a day. After all, there are 8,000 words. Zhamo's old arm still has various shoulder, waist and back disabilities, which can't be cured. Let's do more every now and then. I'm starting to do a lot of health care!!!
