Chapter 219: The one who harms female celebrities (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)
The summer solstice is approaching, with long days and many nights. In the morning, the sun is at its peak.
Halfway up the Dagushan Mountain, two people were resting in a covered pavilion, as if they were visitors going up the mountain to burn incense.
"Does Rokuro really yearn for this girl?"
The person who spoke at this moment was none other than one of the men with a box on his back. He turned to another young man in a sword uniform with a calm face and asked.
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"Does the adoptive father think this is inappropriate?"
Qiu Qi nodded and said, "Her family doesn't seem to give Liulang face."
Wei Shaoxuan, who had just been rejected the invitation not long ago, shook his head and sighed:
"Father, you can't say that. After all, our Wei family is indirectly responsible for what happened to their family. It's human nature to be defensive while being polite and polite to us."
Wei Shaoxuan's pair of slightly feminine peach blossom eyes smiled and said:
"Besides, not long after we met, I invited Mr. Li and Mrs. Li to come to this temple to burn incense. It does seem a bit too familiar."
Qiu Qi crossed her arms and glanced sideways at the smiling young man, as if to ask, why are you still going to eat when you know you will be rejected?
Wei Shaoxuan laughed:
"I don't understand my adoptive father. If I put it on the battlefield, it would be called showing weakness to the enemy. Wouldn't it be nice if people thought I was a young master of the Wei family who doesn't know far or near and is simple and easy to deceive? In the story of Luoyang Teahouse
In the storybook, this is called pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."
Qiu Qi shook his head, as if he didn't understand this kind of fun.
After a moment of silence, the man carrying the box said calmly: "Rokuro doesn't look like a womanizer."
Wei Shaoxuan stopped speaking enthusiastically, his expression slowly faded, and he sighed:
"The main reason is that she looks similar, and even more stunning." After a pause, he turned his head and looked down the mountain, with a dazed look on his face and muttered: "They are so similar..."
Qiu Qi frowned in a rare way and shouted: "Huang Miao!"
Wei Shaoxuan immediately stopped talking and said indifferently:
"I only tell my adoptive father about this matter."
Wei Shaoxuan looked down at the ground.
Qiu Qi was silent for a while and glanced at the fierce mountain wind outside the pavilion.
The man carrying the box suddenly changed his position and turned his back to the outside of the pavilion, as if he was shielding something. He turned to the young man in sword uniform and said concisely:
"It's normal to be young and energetic, with troubled thoughts and some dirty desires, but don't miss business.
"Also, don't let anyone else know about these thoughts, do you understand?"
Qiu Qi's face was surprisingly serious. It's not surprising that he was so serious. After all, human ethics were something that even emperors were concerned about. Although for him, who was born in Xianbei, this transgression was nothing.
"Don't worry, adoptive father, I just think about it on weekdays. I have my own sense of propriety in what I say and do."
Wei Shaoxuan suddenly raised his face and smiled, revealing three white teeth:
"I just accidentally got my adoptive father offended too. The Su family has offended my adoptive father by being slack in the past two days. I would like to ask my adoptive father to be more tolerant. After all... I don't have a few days left."
Qiu Qiduo glanced at him.
Wei Shaoxuan asked with a strange expression:
"Does the adoptive father still think that I want to save her whole family?"
He shook his head:
"Who doesn't love swords and beauties? As for the rest, why are you meddling in so many other things? Why should you take a family with you when you can leave clean and relaxed?"
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picture.
Wei Shaoxuan sighed:
"Father, how about making a small change in the previously agreed upon script and adding a hero to save the beauty?"
Qiu Qi nodded slightly: "Yes, King Wei's instructions should not interfere with your selfish desires."
Wei Shaoxuan smiled heartily:
"Let's go, foster father, let's continue going up the mountain."
After a while, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi left Zhelmu Pavilion and headed to Donglin Temple on the mountain together.
Donglin Temple seems to be holding some kind of temple fair today. Along the way, there is an endless stream of believers, good women, pilgrims and lay people.
Arriving at the crowded square outside the main hall, Wei Shaoxuan looked around at the pilgrims curiously.
Qiu Qihu said: "As expected of the Donglin Temple, the ancestral home of the Lotus Pure Land Sect, it is full of incense."
"What did the foster father discover?"
Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at Qiu Qi.
Unlike him who was looking around at the bustling pedestrians, Qiu Qi crossed his chest and raised his head, looking coldly at the blue sky above.
It seems that I can see something ethereal, something that is difficult to see with the naked eye.
"nothing."
Qiu Qi shook his head, feeling a little emotional:
“It’s a prosperous place.
"The Feng Shui of this mountain is inherently good for Qi. The location where this temple was built was also guided by experts to suppress the earth's veins. It is naturally a treasure place for gathering Qi.
"It is also a famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River. There are many people burning incense, and the incense is constantly burning. It has been gathering energy for many years, so it can have such a spectacular scene.
"The upper reaches of Yunmeng Ze are already very domineering in siphoning water vapor from all directions, like a greedy glutton. They should have suffered disaster. Downstream of Yunmeng Ze where Yin is prosperous and Yang is declining, this mountain and this temple should be one of the only treasures for gathering Qi.
The other place is on another mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, where the sword furnace was built..."
Qiu Qi nodded and said calmly:
"I heard that floods occur frequently in this county. In addition to Yunmengze's natural moodiness, it is impossible to say that it is also because it is sucked dry by these two mountains. The mountains and the mountains are in line with the principle of yin and yang.
"It's a pity that the Donglin Temple of the Lotus Sect has cut off that line of inherited incense. This rich incense has nowhere to go. It should have been able to breed a top-grade Qi practitioner."
After hearing the words "top grade qi practitioner", Wei Shaoxuan immediately fell silent and his attitude became more serious.
He looked around, his expression no longer as frivolous and casual as when he just walked into the temple, and he lowered his voice and asked:
"This place is very powerful. Can my adoptive father live here for his own use?"
Qiu Qi shook his head:
"Different paths do not lead to the same destination. There are different paths, different Qi refining techniques, and the Qi of getting close to each person is even different. What's more, it is impossible to say that there are still 'fences' set up by the masters who once established the temple here. I have no idea.
Even Liulang can't do it."
One sentence immediately stopped Wei Shaoxuan's thoughts.
Qiu Qi nodded again: "However, we can use this strong fragrance to cover up some movements and save the need to use overwhelming things."
The man carrying a box looked south down the mountain, which was in the direction of Yunmengze: "Everything is good here, except that it's a little too close to there."
When Wei Shaoxuan heard this, he glanced at the wooden sword box that his adoptive father had been carrying behind him.
This is an overwhelming thing.
In addition to the function of hiding the sword.
It can also hide people.
Accept thousands of spirits.
Wei Shaoxuan quietly withdrew his gaze and sighed with regret:
"It's such a pity. Otherwise, if swords, qi, and beauties were all present, this place would really be the blessed place for me, Wei Shaoxuan, and the place where I would rise to great heights."
Hearing this, Qiu Qi gave a cold lesson:
With blessings and misfortunes, how can you take advantage of all the good things? I advise Liu Lang not to always have this thought and act with caution."
"Yes, foster father, I have learned a lesson."
Wei Shaoxuan was in awe and nodded seriously.
Seeing that his attitude seemed to be firmly in mind, Qiu Qi nodded slightly. The relationship between the two was that of father and teacher.
Afterwards, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi went straight to the main hall.
In the hall, Wei Shaoxuan casually donated a large sum of money for incense, turned his head and said a few words to the monk with a surprised look on his face, and faintly said a name.
The monk Zhike lowered his head and flipped through the list, saluted with one palm and asked respectfully:
"Are you an honored guest invited by Don Li Li? Please follow the poor monk in."
After taking a break, the two of them were guided by the monk Zhike and walked out of the back door of the main hall. After passing through a winding corridor, they finally came to a quiet bamboo forest.
Among the emerald green bamboo forest, several green tile cornices can be faintly seen.
There are several cottages with white walls and black tiles, which are full of Zen.
"It's right here, please come in. The young monk will go and pour some tea."
The monk Zhi Ke led Wei Shaoxuan and his two men into one of the elegant houses and said goodbye.
Looking around, I saw two people already in the cottage, sitting at the tea seat, waiting with serious faces.
They were a Persian businessman with a mustache and a sickly-looking young man in brocade clothes.
It was Li Li and Liu Zian.
Seeing that the guest finally arrived, the two people quickly got up and swept the couch to welcome the guest.
Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qiyi glanced sideways, glanced at Liu Zian, walked past him calmly, took off their shoes and entered the house.
With such a tacit understanding of raising their heads, it was obvious that they had made a secret agreement to come here today for a secret discussion.
Boss Li introduced, Liu Zian looked at Wei Shaoxuan with a smile, his face seemed to be relieved, and he held his hands respectfully:
"Master Wei, you are finally here. I have been looking forward to it with great anticipation. I have been here since noon to await your arrival."
Wei Shaoxuan chuckled and asked, "Does this young master have the habit of arriving early?"
Liu Zian:......
He turned his head and looked at Boss Li, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Wei Shaoxuan walked to the main seat at the table, sat down directly, grabbed the kettle, and wanted to pour tea, but Liu Zian took it first and poured tea for him flatteringly.
Wei Shaoxuan let go of the pot and raised his eyes slightly to look at him.
"Mr. Wei." Liu Zian wanted to speak.
"Amitabha."
At this time, an old monk with a white beard wearing a black cassock slowly walked outside, followed by a Zhike monk who was serving tea and pouring water.
"I'm sorry, I'm late." Master Shandao had a look of apology on his face.
Liu Zian frowned slightly, "Master, go get busy first..."
The uninvited Master Shandao didn't seem to hear him. The white-bearded old monk looked calmly at the peach-eyed young man who was drinking tea calmly. In his peripheral vision, the monk beside him also nodded slightly, indicating that this person was just casual.
A devout benefactor who donated large sums of money for fireworks.
As for the man with a box who seemed to be an entourage next to Wei Shaoxuan, he kept looking at him strangely for some reason. Master Shandao didn't pay attention. He put his hands on Wei Shaoxuan's luggage, smiled slightly, and said apologetically:
"The donor is devoted to the Buddha and has come a long way. I am sorry that I was not able to meet him from afar.
"Hey, I was originally in the main hall to receive kind guests, but just now a friend whom I had known for many years suddenly came to the small temple. I saw that he was frowning and puzzled, as if he was confused about the direction of life. Follow the mercy of my Buddha and spend all his time.
In line with human principles, the old man invited him to chat for a while and gave him some good guidance.
"Now he must have opened his thatched cottage. No, he is planning to stay in our temple for a few days and go to the Pure Land Palace to relax... This has delayed me for a while."
Seeing everyone looking at them, Master Shandao looked around with a kind smile:
"Everyone seems to be someone who is destined to be my Buddha. I have to come."
Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the current abbot of Donglin Temple with great interest. After all, he had just talked about this temple with someone.
According to his foster father, who was well-informed and knew a lot of secrets, this temple was a blessed place, but for some unknown reason, the original inheritance of Qi practitioners was cut off.
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Liu Zi'an, who looked impatient, was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.
Master Shandao couldn't take his eyes away, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face: "Well, it shouldn't have disturbed the donors' business, right?"
Liu Zian:......
Wei Shaoxuan sipped his tea and said with a smile: "There's no rush. Master, let's talk first."
Master Shandao nodded slightly, walked forward and sat down unceremoniously, straightened his black cassock, and with an air of immortality, he clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha, I look at the face of the benefactor. Is he destined to have a bad luck in the near future?"
"Oh, so accurate?"
Master Shandao smiled and said, "Does the donor need to ask for a fortune-teller? Our temple's marriage fortune-telling fortune-telling has always been very effective, and many people have fulfilled their wishes."
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Master Shandao looked secretly happy, and immediately took out a tube of spiritual sticks from his cassock sleeve and handed it out familiarly.
This skillful movement made Wei Shaoxuan raise his eyebrows slightly, take it with his eyes lowered, shake it lightly, and a bamboo stick flew out.
When everyone looked around, they saw six characters engraved on the bamboo stick:
It is unkind to meet people.
Master Shandao blushed.
This simple meaning does not require him to flexibly interpret the sign, so there is no doubt that the sign will be signed.
The white-bearded old monk quickly seriousened his expression and spoke in a serious tone:
"The donor doesn't know something. In small temples, the first lot usually doesn't count. Please give me another one."
As he spoke, he quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed the bamboo stick on the ground, and threw it into his sleeve.
Wei Shaoxuan glanced at the serious old monk, nodded slightly, shook the stick again, and a bamboo stick flew out.
Several people looked at it carefully. This time, the number of words on the bamboo stick was even less, only five.
"The one who harms female celebrities?"
Boss Li frowned and read out. He noticed that the air on the field was suddenly quiet. He asked in confusion: "What's the explanation?"
Liu Zian had some knowledge and said in a low voice:
"The so-called nühong people are people who weave and embroider Luo Yi, but they are not the ones who wear Luo Yi. Because nvhong worked hard to embroider it, she kept working hard and could not enjoy it, so she lamented it, so..."
"Isn't this just making wedding clothes for others? If you sign a marriage contract, it's a matchmaker for others..."
Boss Li was stuck in his words and glanced away.
Wei Shaoxuan instantly became sullen.
What kind of unlucky marriage sign?
"Also...it can't be explained this way. Who said that female beauties can't wear Luo Yi in the end? Aren't there many women who are female prostitutes themselves, and they all make their own wedding dresses...Winning the lottery, donor, this is at least winning the lottery!"
Liu Zian curled his lips and muttered: "It's fair to say that women are the winners, but as for men, how can they knit wedding clothes for themselves?"
Being brought down, Master Shandao's expression changed slightly. He suddenly turned his head and asked Zhike Monk with a puzzled look on his face: "Xiuse, what did you just say? Did your hair knock over the incense burner in Luohan Hall again?"
The Zhike monk looked confused. Master Shandao turned around and apologized to everyone: "Amitabha, there is an urgent matter in the temple. I will leave first. The benefactors will chat slowly. I won't disturb you anymore. I won't disturb you..."
The white-bearded old monk quickly picked up the bucket of magic lottery sticks that he used to earn incense KPI, picked up the long swing of his cassock, and walked out quickly without looking back at all.
In the hut, everyone's mouths twitched and they were all speechless.
Junzi has been promoted to Dafeng. Welcome to the new brothers (poke up or2). By the way, brothers who like Junzi's writing style can also read Kangkang Xiaorong's old fairy tale book "I Have a Sword Fairy Wife".
I also like it. The water pipe is full and coughs.