Not long after, Fang Ziqi came to the carriage under the willow tree beside the bridge.
The Jiannu maids around him watched him warily.
The white silk scarf in front of the car window was lifted by a maid.
Revealing the face that once made him think about it day and night, and made him heartbroken.
Fortunately, after so many years, the scars in my heart have long been healed, and I even feel a little disgusted.
The quiet and elegant young woman was sitting in a carriage, reading a book silently. Next to her, on a flat copper plate inlaid with gold, there was a steaming piece of biloba.
"What's the matter?" Fang Ziqi asked calmly.
Gu Tingling came back to her senses from the "Biography of Zhao Ji" and turned to look at Fang Ziqi, who was standing proudly outside the car. Her eyes were complicated, showing sympathy, but also regret and regret.
"It's okay, can't I talk to you?"
"boring."
Fang Ziqi turned around with a cold face, and as soon as he took two steps, he was stopped by Jian Nu.
Gu Tingling sighed softly: "These days, I have looked for you several times, but because of our past friendship, I wanted to persuade you to give up seeking Taoism and pick up the book again, but you never seem to understand my thoughts.
Don’t worry, from now on, I won’t look for you again, let alone persuade you again.”
Fang Ziqi had a strange feeling in his heart.
The Gu Tingling I saw today seemed a little different from what I had seen a few times before.
Before he could think deeply, his peripheral vision fell somewhere inadvertently. He seemed to have been struck by lightning, his body stiffened and his face was full of shock.
An exquisitely painted boat covered with green gauze cut through the turquoise-green Yuqing River and slowly passed under the stone bridge.
At the end of the boat, a white robe was fluttering in the wind, and you could vaguely see the back of a head that looked familiar.
Full, round, bright, and bare, echoing the fifteenth moon.
'Holy Monk?'
Fang Ziqi screamed inwardly.
But when he opened his eyes and looked carefully, there was no one else on the boat except the boatman.
Fang Ziqi felt disappointed and his expression became dazed.
Gu Tingling's voice came from the carriage.
"Fang Ziqi, I originally scorned the art you pursued, let alone the Buddha who came later. But now, I have changed. Those art masters, immortals and holy monks who used to think that they were illusory and non-existent,
Maybe they all really exist.”
Gu Tingling paused, seeming to be suppressing some emotion, and seemed to be sympathizing with Fang Ziqi who became "lost" after hearing her words.
"But Fang Ziqi, everyone has his own destiny and different luck. Not everyone has the opportunity to obtain immortal fate. You have been searching for two or three years and have found nothing so far. But I, by chance, saw the true appearance of the Immortal Saint.
This is the true immortality."
After saying that, Gu Tingling smiled with satisfaction, looked at Fang Ziqi who was standing beside the car with pity, and then motioned to the slave to lower the curtains.
The carriage, surrounded by servants, moved forward quietly.
In the carriage, Gu Tingling smiled and picked up the book again.
While taking shelter from the rain at Honghu Bookstore in the afternoon, the young, handsome and mysterious holy monk was reading this book.
Although she was frightened by the two men who looked so impressive later on, when she came back to her senses, she realized that she was experiencing a rare and rare fairy fate!
The holy monk did not avoid her during the conversation with the two immortals, and even left the volume of the book behind after he left.
This convinced her even more.
"Anu, go and mobilize the manpower and silver from Guangyuan County... including all the nearby county trading houses, to find someone for me."
"Who is it?" the maidservant kneeling beside asked softly.
Gu Tingling recalled the inscrutable conversation of the two immortals, sorted it out again, and then said slowly.
"That person should be young, and come from a prestigious and scholarly family. After going through ups and downs, he gained a state of mind that is unfazed by favors and humiliations... I know that it is difficult to find such a person, but this is related to my marriage and destiny, and even
The family rises and falls. So, I give you half a year to find him!"
Although she has gained "immortality", she is not hot-headed.
She knew that if she wanted to continue this opportunity, she had to hold on tightly to the person who was about to be selected by the holy monk and become the real winner of the human arbitration.
It is best to marry this person as soon as possible.
When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
If your family is prosperous, you will also be famous in the world.
The maid nodded, keeping it in mind, but hesitated a little.
"Miss...the news from before was that a nobleman in the capital suddenly mentioned Master Fang's poetic talent after drinking, and he missed him quite a bit. At that time, the Fang family was just implicated for no reason, and there were many old friends, so there may not be a chance of recovery. Miss, this
I just went to see Mr. Fang many times to find a potential husband, so why don’t I give up now..."
"Ah……"
Gu Tingling interrupted with a smile: "Even if the Fang family is lucky enough to be pardoned, so what? Fang Ziqi can only transform into a disciple of the hairpin, so how can he be one ten thousandth of the one who is destined to be immortal? Anu, your vision,
We need to take a longer view.”
The maid was thoughtful and nodded slightly: "Miss, you have thought carefully. Thank you for your advice."
…
"Old fellow, you must not deceive me. This woman has really transformed."
Under the willow tree beside the bridge, Fang Zi murmured in low voice, expecting the carriage to disappear at the end of the night.
His engagement was broken off at that time, which was a great shame in his life. He was depressed for a time. Later, he was hit hard by a series of incidents in his family and gave up studying. Finally, he became obsessed with martial arts.
"But this woman is crazy, right? She said such things out of nowhere. Did her head get caught in the car window?"
Fang Ziqi shook his head slightly, his stomach growling with hunger.
But he was so stubborn that he still had no intention of turning around and admitting his mistake to his father.
...If you want to admit your mistake, you have to wait until tomorrow, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.
Just when he was thinking hard about where to go to get some sleep tonight, a Buddha's call came from behind him.
"You really had a bad taste just now. Why didn't you say anything to her before you left... Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty."
Fang Ziqi was startled, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and turned around suddenly.
On the stone bridge with few people in sight, the monk was still the same as when we first met him that day in front of the mountain, with a white robe and a kind smile.
It's just...compared to then, it seems a little different.
Catching the trace of confusion in Fang Ziqi's eyes, Zhou Yi couldn't help but smile.
This Fang Ziqi is indeed somewhat spiritual, no wonder he can enter the art world.
"Donor Fang, long time no see."
"Holy Monk!"
Fang Ziqi's face was full of excitement and he strode towards Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi decisively stretched out his palm: "Donor Fang, stop, don't make it more difficult for the young monk."
Fang Ziqi didn't know why, but he still obediently stopped three steps away, bowed his head to the bottom, and said respectfully: "The kindness of saving each other in the holy monk Yeguo Temple, the friendship of sharing the same bed, and the bond of friendship will be unforgettable by this generation..."
Zhou Yi interrupted by shouting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, can the donor promise the young monk never to mention what happened that night again...
...Xiao Monk, there is a great opportunity here, I just want to ask you, do you want it or not?"