Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

As I said before, Anxingfang is not far away, and the mother and daughter arrived there in no time.

The location here is also a prime location, but unlike Chongrenfang, it is full of temples and residences of nobles, so it doesn't look very lively, but rather has a more solemn and dignified feeling.

Jiang's mother also slowed down as she entered the gate, and her voice became softer: "There are many important people here, let's walk slowly and avoid bumping into each other."

"kindness."

Jiang Shangxian certainly agreed with this statement. If he happened to offend some important person, being beaten in the street would be a small matter. He was only afraid of being caught and beaten - he wouldn't kill him.

The two of them walked along the road and passed several quiet high-walled courtyards. It was only when they were about to reach the gathering place of temples and Taoist temples that the place became a little lively.

"Mother, there is a temple of the God of Wealth here?" Jiang Shangxian has some of the spirit of modern young people - he ignores the Yue Lao Temple and kneels in front of the God of Wealth Temple for a long time.

Seeing the Temple of the God of Wealth at this moment, her knees couldn't help but feel a little weak. If it were here, she felt that her heart must be extremely sincere.

"The God of Wealth is nice, but we only need to visit occasionally. Merchants mostly visit here. If we come here every now and then, people will definitely gossip about us. Look, the Yue Lao Temple is right across the street. Let's go over there."

Jiang's mother had no objection to the Temple of the God of Wealth. In her selfish opinion, among all the gods and Buddhas, the God of Wealth was the most practical. Isn't the purpose of life to have money?

If you have money, most of your worries will be gone.

Jiang Shangxian looked in the direction she pointed. There were red walls and black tiles, and the plaque above was also red with gold characters. The door was open and there were quite a few people visible from inside.

Jiang's mother took the lead and walked in. She hurriedly followed. When they got inside, they felt that the place was too festive. There was a large brass incense burner on each side of the gate, filled with smoke and burning incense sticks. Many young ladies were holding incense and worshiping everywhere.

"Nian Nu, come here." Jiang's mother was already counting the incense. She brought it herself and put it in a small basket.

"Here, three sticks. You know how to worship, right?" Jiang's mother handed her three incense sticks. As if she was afraid she didn't understand, she led her to the lotus lantern next to the incense burner and said, "Here, you have to light the incense."

Jiang Shangxian lowered his head and smelled the incense in his hand. Hmm, the smell was different from the one in the temple. This was agarwood. Taoism did not allow the burning of sandalwood, saying that "this is an incense synthesized by foreigners."

It’s probably the stubbornness of the local religion.

She imitated Jiang's mother and lit the incense sticks. When the incense started to burn, she was about to blow it when Jiang's mother slapped her on the arm: "Don't blow it!"

Jiang Shangxian's arms were already sore, and the pain almost made it so severe that she couldn't hold the incense. She begged for mercy with bared teeth, "Mother, it hurts! It hurts!"

"Hmph! I'll make you die of pain!" Jiang's mother said harshly, but she couldn't help but rub her arm back and forth. "Just shake it left and right, but don't blow it. Do you understand?"

Jiang Shangxian didn't dare to disobey, so he moved the incense back and forth as she said. Sure enough, the flame on the incense went out, and three thin streams of white smoke rose.

"Okay, starting from the left, let's worship."

"kindness."

Jiang Shangxian, still frightened, quickly imitated her mother's behavior and bowed. Fortunately, her mother was very serious at this time and did not suddenly turn her head to look at her performance. Otherwise, her posture from head to toe would be wrong and she would have to be hit!

The two of them inserted the incense into the incense burner and continued walking inside. After passing a main room, they came to a courtyard. In the middle stood a paulownia tree, which was hung with red marriage ribbons. There was a courtyard on each side, and in the middle was a large hall.

Jiang's mother took out six incense sticks from the small basket, and took Jiang Shangxian to bow to the main hall and the sycamore tree, and inserted them into the incense burner here. That was the end.

She was muttering something in a low voice while she was praying. Jiang Shangxian didn't hear clearly, but it was probably something like asking Yue Lao to remember to find a good marriage for her daughter.

On the contrary, Jiang Shangxian was always worried that his poor worshipping method would be seen by Jiang's mother and he would be beaten, so he didn't even think about asking for anything when he was praying.

She thought that her trip was in vain. Even if Yue Lao was really effective, it couldn't stop her from asking for nothing, right?

"My Lord, may I ask if Master Yanyin has given today's fortune?" Mother Jiang went to the temple to seek marriage guidance and asked a Taoist nun.

The Taoist nun was Quchen. She was less charming towards the woman and bowed. "Which young lady would you like to ask for a divination?"

"It's my daughter, fourteen years old this year. I heard that Taoist Priest Yan Yin has extraordinary magical powers, so I wanted to bring her to see the Taoist priest." Jiang's mother was very polite to the Taoist priests at this time, and she seemed extremely courteous.

Quchen followed the direction of her finger and looked at Jiang Shangxian, his eyes slightly brightening: "Your daughter looks so beautiful and graceful. I wonder when she was born?"

Jiang Shangxian noticed her staring at him and quickly walked over to greet her, "Excuse me, Immortal Lord."

"She looks smart, but she's actually quite clumsy. It's all my fault. She was supposed to be born in June, but she happened to be born on the last day of May. I fell and gave birth a few days early. Look, Immortal Lord, this..."

Traditional parents are like this. Even though Jiang's mother is happy at the moment, she is still very humble in her words.

As for the second half of this sentence, it wasn't the first time Jiang Shangxian had heard his mother say it. She felt that the thing she felt most sorry for Jiang Shangxian was that she was born in May. At that time, people believed that May and July were unlucky months, and children born in these months would have bad luck.

Quchen smiled kindly and said, "Madam, please wait a moment. I will go ask Senior Brother Yanyin right away."

"Hey, hey." Hearing her say this, Jiang's mother's smile grew wider, and she thanked him repeatedly, "Then I'll trouble you, Immortal Lord."

Jiang Shangxian, however, looked at the ladies in the hall with a drooping face. What was going on? Their fighting power was so weak? Wasn't it six trigrams a day? How come it was his turn?

Is her wallet going to bleed a lot this time?

But she didn't have time to feel sad for too long, as her head was buzzing with the various scents from the girls in the main hall. It's not that she didn't like spices, but the smells here were too mixed.

Her discomfort symptoms are more serious than Cui Bianxu's. Cooking requires color, fragrance and taste. Color is a matter of personal aesthetics, while fragrance tests the chef's ability to combine foods of different textures and flavors into a wonderful aroma.

As a chef, if you want to achieve this, a keen sense of smell is a must.

Therefore, she was extremely uncomfortable at the moment, her nasal irritation was a bit severe, and she involuntarily moved towards the door.

Leaning against the door frame, facing the sycamore tree in the yard, I pretended to enjoy the scenery, trying to avoid the mixed and pungent smell.

Jiang's mother was eagerly waiting for Quchen to introduce someone to them. Although she was not in a hurry, she could tell six fortunes a day, so if her own young slave happened to be the destined one, it would not be bad.

Isn’t praying to gods and Buddhas just a matter of fate?

Quchen returned a short while later. He was alone, which disappointed Jiang's mother, but she was fine with it. "My Lord, if it's inconvenient today, that's fine."

"Madam, don't worry. Just sit quietly with me in the elegant room for a while. Senior Brother Yanyin will be here soon." Quchen stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Jiang's mother turned around and called out in surprise, "Nian Nu, come here quickly!"