Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Quchen led the two of them around the Yue Lao statue in the main hall and went to the back.

Jiang Shangxian then discovered that there was a small path at the back, which led to a closed yard. There was no one in the place.

The beautiful nun fumbled around her neck and found a key hanging from a thin red rope, stuck to her inner garment.

Jiang Shangxian opened the big copper lock hanging on the door and listened to the heavy metal collision sound. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. It was just the courtyard of Yue Lao Temple, but the anti-theft measures were too detailed.

But it was just a thought that passed through her mind, and she immediately followed. Jiang's mother in front had already followed Quchen in.

Inside is a courtyard, which is quite large. There is a field on each side of the courtyard, planted with some flowers, plants and vegetables, which I think are the daily foods of the people in the temple.

Clothes were drying on bamboo poles on the open space in the middle paved with bluestone slabs. Even the houses on the three sides were like the courtyards of ordinary people, except that they were all two-story.

It was Jiang Shangxian's first time to enter the backyard of these monks. It was a little different from what she had imagined, and she was inevitably a little disappointed.

"You two, please come this way."

Jiang's mother tugged at her sleeve and glared at her, warning her not to be rude in public.

The good boy Jiang Shangxian lowered his head to indicate that he was wrong.

Anyway, she looked around and found that there was nothing special about the place except that the house was two-story with red walls and black tiles, and there were banners and colorful flags hanging everywhere.

Quchen led them into the first room on the right. There was actually nothing extra in there, just a low table and a few cushions.

There were three copper coins, tortoise shells and several Taoist books on the table. There was a small incense burner in the corner and a Bagua diagram covering the entire wall.

The rest of the place was very clean, without a speck of dust, as if it was carefully cleaned every day.

After they sat down, Quchen brought in two drinks and said to them with a smile, "Please wait a moment, my senior brother will be here soon."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord. It's been a lot of trouble." Jiang's mother was a little flattered. When had these monks and Taoists ever been so polite to ordinary people like them who looked like they didn't have much money?

Jiang Shangxian looked down at the drink and felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He thought it was just two glasses of water, but it turned out to be this thing.

People in the Tang Dynasty generally drank either plain water or Yinzi, which was made from herbs. It was low-cost, could quench thirst, clear away heat and detoxify, and was similar to modern Guangdong herbal tea. It was also what Jiang Shangxian disliked the most. People who drank it were so bitter that they wished they could die on the spot.

Jiang's mother took the cup and drank several sips, not forgetting to praise Quchen: "The drinks here are different from those elsewhere. After drinking this, I feel much better immediately."

Jiang Shangxian was speechless. Her mother was so miserable that her lips were trembling, yet she was still bragging nonsense.

"If you like, Madam, you can drink more. It's just some ordinary herbs." Qu Chen straightened his back, sat upright, and raised his chin slightly.

Mother Jiang quickly drank the rest in one gulp, her cheeks trembling from the bitterness. She blinked hard and pushed the cup towards Quchen: "Then I'll trouble you, Immortal Lord!"

Jiang Shangxian almost laughed out loud. Mother Jiang was really too funny. She was obviously suffering from thirst, but she still wanted to drink one more bowl to get a bargain. She probably thought that she would have to spend money soon, so she drank more now to make some money back.

"It doesn't matter."

Quchen didn't expect that she really wanted to drink more. He choked, stood up and walked out.

As soon as she left, Jiang's mother couldn't hold it in any longer. She kept sticking out her tongue in pain and kept urging Jiang Shangxian, "Drink quickly! Drink three bowls each! They sell it for two copper coins a bowl outside!"

Jiang Shangxian didn't want to drink a single sip. She didn't want to earn the money at all. "I might as well go outside the pharmacy and smell the medicine. Every time I smell it, I feel a little healthier!"

"Crap, can that medicine concoction be the same thing as this?"

Seeing that she refused to drink, Jiang's mother took her drink and gulped it down in one gulp, acting as if she were competing in a drinking contest. "Is this shady Taoist priest really that effective? If he is, why hasn't he sold a single divination at this hour?"

Jiang Shangxian couldn't help but glance sideways: "If mother doesn't believe us, then we can just leave. Are you really going to force us to do this?"

"Oh, what does a little kid know? If it works, won't we offend people?" Jiang's mother was obviously very embarrassed. If she had to come seventy or eighty times before getting a divination, she would definitely think that the Taoist priest was effective.

But this was the first time I came back, and at this time, I could directly tell the fortune, and I couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Jiang Shangxian sighed, "Now that I've been dragged here, I'm sure the money will be spent."

Speaking of money, Jiang's mother also felt distressed: "You should have five or six drinks later."

The mother and daughter were just making a fuss when the door opened again. A Taoist priest in a white robe and with white hair and beard walked in. He looked very sage-like and elegant. He saluted calmly and casually, "My dear believers, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang's mother picked up Jiang Shangxian and returned the greeting: "Excuse me, is Yanyin's vagina long?"

"Please take a seat, I am Yan Yin."

Jiang Shangxian didn't know how powerful Yan Yin's ability was, but his appearance looked quite intimidating. He didn't dye his hair at that time, so he didn't know how he got such white hair and eyebrows.

She had a classmate who had white hair at a young age. When he was in junior high school, one-third of his head was already white, but that kind of hair was a mixture of black and white. This was the first time she had seen such a thing. She didn't know how it happened, but every strand of hair looked shiny and smooth.

"This is my last divination today, and the one I'm waiting for is the young lady." As soon as Yan Yin sat down, his eyes fell directly on Jiang Shangxian: "Was the young lady born in May?"

It was only then that Jiang Shangxian noticed that the color of his pupils was slightly lighter. At first glance, they were brown, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of blue.

"Yes, Taoist priest, my daughter was born on May 30th, and she is fourteen now. I came here today to ask you about her future marriage." Seeing that she was staring at him stupidly without answering, Jiang's mother secretly reached out and pinched her thigh, then smiled at Yan Yin foolishly.

What's wrong with this dead kid? He is a great master, so what's so strange about looking different from ordinary people?

Look at how ignorant he is, how shameful!

Jiang Shangxian was brought back to his senses by this. He blinked, lowered his head, and pretended to be embarrassed.

"No problem."

Yan Yin seemed accustomed to being stared at and didn't mind. He picked up the tortoise shell with one hand, placed three Gui copper coins into it one by one, and handed it to Jiang Shangxian: "Recite what you want in your heart and shake it up and down."

This is the art of Liu Yao.

For some reason, Jiang Shangxian instinctively didn't want to take the patinated tortoise shell, but he couldn't resist his mother's constant pinching of his thighs, so he had to reach out and take it, hold both ends, close his eyes, and slowly shake it up and down.

What she was asking for was not a marriage, but a way back. She wanted to know if she could complete her mission and return to the modern era.

"Okay, pour it out." Yan Yin's voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Shangxian stopped and poured the three copper coins from the tortoise shell onto the table.

Jiang's mother leaned in to take a closer look, but how could she understand? Jiang Shangxian was the same.

But Yan Yin just glanced at it, then closed his eyes again and said, "Put the copper coin in and shake it again."

After repeating this, Yan Yin put away the six yao, half-closed his eyes, muttered quickly to himself, and kept calculating with his hands.

His posture seemed quite serious, and Jiang Shangxian couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Jiang's mother even grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, not daring to breathe. The atmosphere in the quiet room was a little stagnant for a moment.

After a while, Yan Yin finally opened his eyes, his face still expressionless: "Life is not over yet, the future is uncertain, I am adrift..."

Could this be a true master? Jiang Shangxian's eyes lit up, and she decided that if he really had the ability to get it back for her, she would be willing to empty her wallet!

But Jiang's mother suddenly turned hostile, slamming the table in anger, while her other hand unconsciously covered the back of Jiang Shangxian's hand and rubbed it back and forth. She interrupted him with her mouth: "Nonsense! How dare you curse my Nian slave! You..."

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside.

"who!"

"The Dali Temple is investigating! All outsiders, please stay away!"