Qilin son from a poor family, the son is unparalleled in the world Chapter 102: If a man is granted the title of Marquis, he will live up to his expectations and live in this world.
Chapter 102: If a man is granted the title of Marquis, he will live up to his expectations and live in this world.
The wide and neatly repaired stone road winds up from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. At first glance, it looks like a white stream separating the green forest.
The pleasant chirping of insects and birds can be heard in the ears, and the greenery can be seen in front of the eyes, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The worries that Ye Qing had been feeling these days disappeared as he took each step step by step.
More than two quarters of an hour later.
The three of them looked up and looked at the huge white marble archway standing in front of them, all looking in awe.
Ye Qing looked at the three characters hanging on the archway and said:
"Chaotian Palace is really magnificent."
Yan Sanweng said:
"It has been more than five hundred years since the Chaotian Palace was built in the previous dynasty. It is one of the few Taoist holy places in Shenqi territory."
"In the past five hundred years, it has been repaired and expanded four times."
Speaking of which.
Yan San's big copper bell eyes were filled with pity as he said:
"It is a pity that the most magnificent Sanqing Palace was destroyed in a fire a year and a half ago and has not been rebuilt."
He Wen and Ye Qing looked at each other.
Ye Qing echoed:
"The fire in Chaotian Palace shocked the entire city of Huaiyang."
"However, no one knows the whole story. We only know that it suddenly went wrong."
"I set up a stall all day long to make money, and I didn't pay much attention to it."
"Brother Yan, do you know what caused the fire?"
The sudden inquiry made He Wen raise his eyebrows.
At that time, the Queen Mother prayed for the late emperor and presented the purple golden tripod to Chaotian Palace. However, the purple golden tripod was lost in the fire and the people did not know about it.
After the incident, the news was quickly blocked. They only said that the Sanqing Palace was destroyed due to leaks, and the Zijin Cauldron was escorted to Kyoto again.
Then other things were brought up to overshadow this matter and divert the people's attention.
Ye Qing asked this suddenly, with the intention of testing the people for any anecdotal clues.
I saw the mysterious way of the Three Gods of Yan:
"It is said that the late emperor was ignorant and unprincipled, which made God dissatisfied."
"The Queen Mother prayed for the late emperor and sent down divine punishment, causing the Sanqing Palace to be destroyed by divine fire."
Rebellious words.
He Wen's expression suddenly changed, he quickly looked left and right, and warned in a low voice:
"Brother Yan, be careful what you say, if someone listens to it, you may lose your head."
Yan San, who is straightforward and doesn't like to use his brain, does not mean he is really brainless, and shrank his neck.
Guiltily, he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when no other people were seen.
Ye Qing smiled and continued to ask:
"Brother Yan, besides what you just said, is there any other explanation?"
Yan San touched his thick beard, shook his head and said:
"Then there will be no more. This is more mysterious, so I'll keep it in mind."
Ye Qing and He Wen looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.
While the three of them were talking, they also arrived in front of the mountain gate of Chaotian Palace.
Within the blue tiles and white walls, exquisite and mysterious buildings appeared in the eyes of the three people.
The rising smoke is everywhere.
The devout prayers and inquiries fell into the ears of the three people.
"The Heavenly Lord of Infinite Blessings, the three benefactors, are you here to ask for fortune-telling, or are you here to worship God and pray?"
A young Taoist priest wearing gray and blue robes bowed to the sidewalk and asked with a smile.
Ye Qing and the others either cupped their hands or cupped their fists in return.
Ye Qing said:
"When we met the Taoist priest, we asked for fortune-telling and also worshiped and prayed to God."
"May I ask, sir, if we can wander around on our own?"
The little Taoist nodded and said:
"Of course you can. It's still early now. It's better for you to ask for divination first, and then slowly worship the gods."
Ye Qing, who knew there was such a rule, still couldn't help but curiously asked:
"May I ask, sir, why is this happening? Isn't it possible this afternoon?"
The little Taoist priest blinked and glanced around with his smart eyes. Seeing that there was no one else, he leaned closer and whispered:
"After eating at noon, the uncles and masters who are responsible for interpreting signs and hexagrams will take a nap. When they wake up at the end of noon, they will also feel sleepy and take a nap. If they are not concentrated, their calculations will not be good."
"So it's best to do it in the morning. If it's in the afternoon, they'll still look at it carefully before dinner."
Akagi's words put gentle and kind smiles on the faces of Ye Qing and the others.
The little Taoist priest also smiled sheepishly and made a bow.
Farewell little Taoist priest.
The three of them stepped into Chaotian Palace.
In the square of the front hall paved with bluestones three feet long and wide, over hundreds of years, the Taoist priests and the people worshiping inside the temple have walked out obvious "human ways"!
Ye Qing looked at the pilgrims and Taoist priests walking between the temples, all of them looking pious.
Subconsciously, Ye Qing's demeanor became more solemn.
He glanced at He Wen and said: "Separate actions?"
After He Wen nodded, he raised his chin and said:
"Go to the front hall to ask for the signature first, and then we can separate."
"become!"
The three of them went straight to the entrance of the Spiritual Palace.
On a wooden table covered with red cloth, there is a bamboo tube filled with bamboo sticks.
A Taoist priest wearing navy blue robes sat behind the table, his long black hair tied up casually with a wooden hairpin.
His long black beard swayed slightly in the wind, and his whole person looked like an immortal.
He had a gentle expression, red face and white skin. When he saw the three people approaching, he bowed.
After the three people returned the greetings, Ye Qing said:
"I've met the Taoist priest and I'll come back to ask for the signature."
The Taoist priest just pointed his finger at the bamboo tube and remained silent.
However, bright and clear eyes fell on Ye Qing's face, looking at him calmly.
The three of them looked at each other.
Ye Qing took the lead in picking up the bamboo tube and shook it a few times without thinking.
rustle!
The bamboo sticks undulated and made a pleasant rubbing sound.
Without waiting for a stick to fall from the bamboo tube, Ye Qing reached out and pulled out a bamboo stick.
The Taoist priest's eyes suddenly changed slightly, and seriousness appeared on his face.
He took the bamboo stick with one hand, looked at the words on it and said:
"If a man is awarded the title of Marquis, he will live up to his experience in the world, become a man of great achievements, retreat from the haze and arrogance, and take off his purple robe, then this will be the way of a man!"
As I thought about it, I originally held the lottery with one hand, but changed it to both hands.
The small voice contained the heroic spirit of rushing into the night.
The expressions of Ye Qing and He Wen, two scholars, changed slightly.
Especially He Wen, who looked at the handsome profile of the person in front of him in surprise.
Without waiting for Ye Qing to ask what he meant.
Yan Sanzhu asked hurriedly:
"If a man is awarded the title of Marquis, this lottery sounds very serious. I dare to ask the chief, what does my Qing Xiaolang's lottery mean?"
The Taoist priest put down the bamboo sticks on the red cloth with both hands. His eyes were full of surprise. He carefully looked at the face of the person in front of him, and he slowly said:
"Donor, the meaning of this lot is obvious. Is it necessary for a poor person to interpret it?"
Ye Qing was silent for a while, nodded, and said solemnly:
"Please ask the Taoist priest to sign."
The Taoist priest smiled kindly, picked up the lot again, looked at the words on it, and said solemnly:
"After you have accomplished your great work, you can become a marquis or retire to the mountains and forests. Choosing the latter is a manly act."
Ye Qing's heart trembled, his eyes flashed with disbelief.
Even though I guessed the meaning of the signature, I was still shocked when I heard the Taoist priest explain it.
With a lowly status, can he really be able to become a marquis one day?
Moreover, as mentioned later, after you are done, it is the right choice to refuse the title of marquis and choose to retire to the mountains and forests.
This is obviously telling him that power is frivolous and only by giving up everything can he live a peaceful life.
Ye Qing took a deep breath and was about to salute again to thank the Taoist priest.
At this time, an old voice came from inside the hall.
"This benefactor, would you like to draw another lot?"
Everyone was shocked to hear this.
An old Taoist priest wore a robe made of multiple layers of coarse cloth. He had long gray hair and a gray beard. He looked dusty and old.
But those eyes were extremely bright. As soon as Ye Qing and the others saw those eyes, they subconsciously moved away, not daring to look at them.
"I've met my great-uncle!"
The Taoist priest responsible for interpreting the signatures quickly stood up and bowed in great reverence.
Great uncle?
As soon as the name came out, the three of them were extremely shocked.
The Taoist priest who interpreted the fortune-telling was in his thirties and could be responsible for the first hall at the entrance to the mountain gate of Chaotian Palace and the interpretation of fortune-telling in the Ling Palace. This was a frontman role.
He must be a senior person in Chaotian Palace. Even if his seniority is not high, he must be the mainstay of Taoism.
He calls each other "Master-uncle", which shows his identity clearly from the simple old Taoist.
With awe, Ye Qing bowed his hands and said: "I have met the Taoist priest and dared to ask the Taoist priest. Isn't it just a matter of asking for a signature?"
The old Taoist priest stroked his gray beard, grinned, showing a few big yellow teeth, and said kindly:
"You just drew lots, but your heart was empty and you had nothing to ask for, so it would be better to draw lots again."
Hear this.
Ye Qing frowned slightly, but still nodded and said:
"The Taoist master is really a sharp-eyed person, and this junior is just like this."
The Taoist priest who interpreted the signatures on the side had a strange look in his eyes. He raised his head and glanced at his great uncle.
The old Taoist priest smiled cheerfully at him and pointed behind the bamboo tube.
The Taoist priest who interpreted the sign suddenly looked solemn.
He quickly made a hand seal with both hands, stared at the bamboo tube and said:
"Donor, I have something in mind and hang my left hand on the lotus tube."
