Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Inside Xuanjing Temple, everyone in Jing'an Marquis's Mansion has different thoughts, and there are a lot of things going on. Let's talk about them separately.

Let’s talk about Aunt Hua first. Before the blessing ceremony began, she sneaked out of the Sanqing Hall while no one was paying attention and walked straight to the mountain behind the hall.

She was excited and nervous, and did not notice Leng Shuang was not far away, quietly following her.

After about a cup of tea, Aunt Hua arrived in front of an ancient gate where a young Taoist priest was guarding it.

She whispered a few words to the Taoist priest guarding the gate, and with a "creak", the Taoist priest opened the door.

Outside the gate are countless stone paths leading to the mountain, crisscrossing each other in a disorderly manner.

The Taoist priest guarding the gate walked straight up the second path on the left, and Aunt Hua hurriedly followed.

Leng Shuang frowned, thinking that there must be something strange about these paths, but she was afraid of losing Aunt Hua, so she followed carefully and quickly.

However, after walking less than a mile, the originally sunny sky suddenly became gloomy and even gradually became foggy.

Leng Shuang felt it was weird and strange, and had a bad premonition in her heart, but seeing that Nanny Hua and the Taoist priest guarding the gate were not far ahead, she gritted her teeth and followed them.

As they walked, the fog became thicker. Just when Leng Shuang could hardly see the people in front of her, an arched courtyard gate appeared before her.

Leng Shuang hurriedly stopped and thought to herself that this yard must be Nanny Hua's destination. She jumped onto a big tree by the roadside and sent out the signal as agreed.

On the other side, Aunt Hua followed the Taoist priest guarding the gate through the arched courtyard gate. The thick fog in front of them disappeared without a trace in an instant, and her vision suddenly became clear. Looking up, she saw bright sunshine and clear blue sky, as if she had suddenly fallen into another world.

Aunt Hua was so shocked that her eyes widened and her mouth half opened. She was amazed in her heart that Xuan Jingguan could actually control the clouds and mist. No wonder he knew the secret art of borrowing lives.

The Taoist priest guarding the gate was already used to it and said coldly, "Don't delay the important matter, come with me!"

Aunt Hua quickly collected her thoughts and jogged to catch up.

In the center of the courtyard is a large open space with a huge Bagua pattern painted on the ground. In the center of the Bagua, a high altar rises. Around the courtyard are rows of houses, which are used as places for Taoists to change clothes, store ritual instruments, and for guests to rest.

All the Taoists in the courtyard wore black robes and black hats, looking weird and mysterious.

The one presiding over the ritual was none other than the little Taoist boy's master, Taoist Xuanchen. He was also dressed in a black robe, standing with his hands behind his back in front of a house, his eyes fixed on the busy Taoist priests in the courtyard, who were placing Taoist altars and ritual implements around the altar.

The Taoist priest guarding the gate came up to Taoist Xuanchen and said respectfully, "Uncle Master, the pilgrim you've been waiting for has arrived."

Taoist Xuanchen looked at Aunt Hua indifferently and said in a deep voice, "Have you brought everything?"

Aunt Hua smiled and said, "Master, I've got them all!" As she spoke, she pulled out two pieces of yellow paper from her sleeve and pointed at the top one, saying, "This one has my granddaughter's birth date and time, and the other one is that person's."

The Taoist priest guarding the gate hurried forward and took the yellow paper from Aunt Hua's hand.

Taoist Master Xuanchen said lightly: "Place it on the Taoist platform and don't get it mixed up!" The Taoist priest guarding the gate took the order and left.

Aunt Hua rummaged through her bosom again and brought out a stack of banknotes and a small Bagua mirror before Taoist Xuanchen. She said respectfully, "Master, these are the divination fees we agreed on earlier. Please accept them!"

When Taoist Xuan Chen saw the Bagua mirror, his eyes lit up and he reached out to pick it up and looked at it carefully.

This Bagua mirror is made of rare obsidian and has a faint blue glow on its surface. The frame is carved from ancient wood and is inlaid with eight small gems, each corresponding to the direction of the Bagua.

Taoist Xuanchen couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and a burst of ecstasy surged in his heart. It was said that the master of the National Master, Master Baopu, had an obsidian Bagua mirror, but its whereabouts were unknown after he passed away. Unexpectedly, it was hidden in the hands of this old woman.

He quickly put the obsidian Bagua mirror into his arms and said in a deep voice, "I will accept this Bagua mirror as a deposit first. The rest of the money will be collected after the ritual is completed."

Aunt Hua's heart skipped a beat. This Bagua mirror was a relic left by Song Zhaoxing's deceased father. She had thought it was just an ordinary Taoist magic weapon. Could it be a treasure?

Thinking back to when they were discussing the divination fee the day before, she had originally offered three thousand taels, which was all her savings over the years, but Taoist Xuanchen was not quite satisfied. She suddenly had an idea and casually suggested adding a black Bagua mirror inlaid with gems, and Taoist Xuanchen actually agreed.

She was just curious at the time, but now she feels like she has suffered a great loss.

Taoist Xuan Chen did not give her a chance to regret, and said lightly: "The auspicious time has not yet arrived, old lady, please go to that elegant room and rest for a while!" After that, he raised his leg and walked towards the altar.

Aunt Hua was stunned for a moment, then had no choice but to go into the elegant room and wait anxiously...

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Let’s talk about Xie Qingli.

The brave little Taoist boy was anxious. Seeing that Xie Qingrong and his junior brother had already walked away, he hurriedly urged them, "Miss Xie, let's go quickly, otherwise the master will be waiting anxiously!"

Xie Qingli nodded slightly and followed the little Taoist boy towards the mountain behind the main hall.

When they reached the ancient gate, the little Taoist boy turned to look at Xie Qingli, smiled smugly, pointed at the jagged paths outside the gate, and said loudly: "Follow me closely, or you will be in trouble!"

His tone was a little arrogant, no longer respectful and innocent as before.

Xie Qingli didn't seem to notice the change in the little Taoist boy's attitude. Instead, he asked in confusion, "Are there many temples dedicated to the gods in the back mountain? Why are there so many roads?"

The little Taoist boy led Xie Qingli onto the path leading to the altar. He rolled his eyes. After all, this Miss Xie would soon pass away, so there was no harm in talking about it. He sneered, "Hmph, what temple?! This is the most powerful formation in my Xuanjing Temple. You'll understand as you go further."

Xie Qingli looked puzzled, but the little Taoist boy stopped explaining and walked forward quickly.

When Xie Qingli saw the mist swirling around the road ahead, his pupils suddenly shrank. He asked in surprise, "Why is there mist? Is this why Yunwu Mountain got its name?"

The little Taoist boy laughed sarcastically and said proudly, "This is the mist produced by the formation. What does it have to do with this mountain?!"

Xie Qingli's face was filled with disbelief. He said coldly, "A formation can produce mist. How can there be such a powerful spell in the world? You are just Taoist priests, not the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess in the sky. I don't believe it!"

She narrowed her eyes, looked at the little Taoist boy suspiciously, and said in a deep voice: "I thought you were a good boy, but I didn't expect you to be a big liar. You said your master was looking for me, but it must be fake. Don't try to deceive me again. I won't go!" She turned around and walked down the mountain.

The little Taoist boy hurriedly stretched out his hands to grab her, saying in panic, "Good sister, I really didn't lie to you. This mist is indeed produced by the formation. It was set up by the temple master to protect the back mountain and prevent outsiders from breaking in."

Seeing that Xie Qingli was unmoved, he scratched his head anxiously and said anxiously: "I, I don't understand what this is. I just heard from my senior brother that this formation is controlled by the formation eye. As long as the formation eye is destroyed, the fog will disappear immediately..."