Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Look at your fate?

After hearing this, a hint of anticipation suddenly appeared in Shuyue's bright eyes.

When she was in Lanxian Town, she also accompanied Qin Lian to ask Blind Qiu to predict their marriage, but she was only doing it to help Qin Lian, and she was just there to watch.

I met a fortune teller again today... although he is just an ordinary person and talks nonsense.

With Shuyue's intelligence, she could naturally see through Mr. Ji's little thoughts.

The pregnant woman wanted a boy, so if she gave birth to a boy, everyone would be happy. If she gave birth to a girl, she could get back ten taels of divination money as a consolation... and she could also help Mr. Ji spread his name.

As for helping Zhang Liang calculate the fishing direction, he actually took two fat fish for free.

But even so, she still wanted to try.

For no other reason than to hear what Mr. Ji has to say.

Zhao Qing had a smile on his face. He knew that if Shuyue encountered such a thing, she would definitely have to pay for it, so he squatted on the ground and listened to Mr. Ji's fortune-telling for Shuyue.

Qinghuan's phoenix eyes fluttered gently, a hint of intelligence disappeared in an instant, and she stayed beside her aunt and watched quietly.

"How much silver?" Wang Shuyue asked in a crisp voice, her bright eyes sweeping over the pilgrims coming and going.

Ji An stroked his long beard, acting like a master.

"Five taels for fortune-telling, ten taels for asking about affairs." His voice was a little weak, forcing people to hold their breath and listen carefully.

Wang Shuyue raised her eyes slightly, exchanged glances with her aunt, and said calmly, "Then I'll ask you something."

When fortune-telling, one has to give the person's birth date. If the real birth date does not match the age and appearance, it will be boring.

Shuyue is now 28 years old and is no longer the naive girl she used to be. However, she took the anti-aging pill very early and was well taken care of by her husband, so her temperament does not seem too stable.

Instead, it is more playful and lively than before.

"What do you want, young lady?" Mr. Ji said quietly, weighing the copper coins in his hand.

"Um……"

"Ask me if I will ever have the chance to practice cultivation and fly through the sky on a sword."

Clang.

A few copper coins fell to the ground, Ji An closed his eyes and slowly frowned.

The pretty girl's words stirred up some discussion outside the temple. In front of Mr. Ji's stall... there were people praying for children, some praying for peace, and some asking about their family homes or choosing an auspicious day.

But no one has ever...asked themselves whether they can practice!

Cultivating immortality, attaining enlightenment, and flying a sword across thousands of miles to slay demons and evil spirits are not empty talk.

But for ordinary people, it is just gossip after dinner. Even if one really has immortal roots, he can't take a single step without a huge amount of gold and silver wealth.

To achieve success in spiritual practice is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Little girl, you don't understand. Those immortals seem to be enjoying the glory, but they are secretly killed by others. There is not even a person in charge."

"It requires both talent and gold and silver. Even thousands of taels of gold might not be enough to buy a book."

"How can one be as happy as farming in the countryside? Life is short, but as time goes by, perhaps I will be happier than those immortal masters."

Listening to the noisy discussions around me.

Zhao Qing's heart was slightly moved. How come... farming in the countryside is so joyful?

He thought about it carefully and realized that it was Si He who was helping them water the fields. That was all right, and they were indeed happy.

Ji An's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the pretty woman in front of him in horror.

"you you!"

Wang Shuyue asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Everyone held their breath and watched as Mr. Ji tremblingly picked up the porcelain bowl beside him and gulped down half a bowl of well water.

He then took another deep breath and said hurriedly, "You have immortal roots. If you can meet a famous teacher, your cultivation will progress by leaps and bounds!"

His eyes trembled as he stared intently at the copper coin on the red cloth, and added in amazement, "Ji has never seen such a strange hexagram."

"There are... too many variables."

Zhao Qing secretly clicked his tongue. If Si He hadn't said that this guy was eating and drinking for free, he would have almost believed it.

It looks quite like that.

Wang Shuyue's pretty face flushed, and she seemed very excited: "What is a variable?"

"Variables...are just variables."

"What level can I reach in my practice?"

"Flying a sword across the sky will be easy for you in the future."

"What is the Immortal Root?"

"Of course, it's the spiritual roots that only immortal cultivators have."

The woman carefully repeated Mr. Ji's words and suddenly said, "You're not lying, are you?"

Ji An: ...

He said in a deep voice, "If, after twenty years, Miss still hasn't set foot on the path to immortality, I will return today's ten taels of divination money in full."

Wang Shuyue looked strange and fell silent.

There was dead silence all around. The pilgrims watching from afar had different thoughts in their minds, their eyes moving constantly between Mr. Ji and the woman.

"Dad! Send me to the Immortal Sect to become their disciple next year!"

Shuyue paid ten taels of silver and stood in front of Zhao Qing in a pretty manner.

Zhao Qing caressed his little wife's hair lovingly, held her in his arms, and prepared to light some incense for Si He.

However, Qinghuan's lotus steps were a little slow.

It was obvious that she also wanted to be well-behaved.

This Ji guy doesn't have any special skills. He just says what the customers want to hear and tries to cheat them out of some money.

Shuyue's bright eyes turned into crescents as she smiled. She pushed Qinghuan to the front of the stall and said, "Sir, please give my mother a test as well."

Gu Qinghuan showed helplessness and gave Shuyue a light look. In the eyes of others, it really looked like that.

Shuyue is pretty and lively, Qinghuan has a gentle and beautiful face, and most importantly, she speaks less and seems more calm... No one would be surprised if they were mother and daughter, but isn't the mother a little too young?

"Little girl..." someone whispered.

"I see. No wonder."

Ji An was delighted. His luck was good today. He got thirty taels of silver without much effort.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the beauty in front of him: "Madam, what is your name?"

The woman bent down, held Shuyue's slender waist and half-knelt in front of the red cloth, her soft silk sleeves stained with dust.

"Surname Zhao, Zhao Qinghuan."

Shuyue tightened her lips and winked at Xiaoyi and Zhao Qing secretly.

Qing Huan continued, "Please use my name and surname to predict whether I can stay with my husband forever."

Word prediction...

Ji An took out a brand new piece of red cloth from his arms, spread it on the ground, picked up the ink pen and slowly wrote: Zhao Qinghuan.

He didn't close his eyes this time, but he still frowned in thought.

Qinghuan didn't say anything, helped Shuyue adjust her corset, and waited quietly.

After a full cup of tea had passed, many of the pilgrims around had left, and Mr. Ji stroked his long beard and slowly explained the characters.

"Zhao Yizou is the root, and the lady must stay with the master forever."

"We spend the spring and autumn together, and we are inseparable year after year."

"When purity comes before joy, we should take the lightness of heaven. Joy is heavy, and the turbidity of earth is heavy."

"The Shenzang Sutra says, 'The light and clear qi that floats upwards is heaven, while the heavy and turbid qi that condenses downwards is earth.'"

"Madam, you will travel thousands of miles with me, my master, like a carefree traveler between heaven and earth."

"Zhao Qinghuan has the shape of both left and right, with yin and yang overlapping in between. They will sleep together in life and be buried in the same grave in death."

"Qing means clear. It is not as deep as the ocean, but it is a pool of sweet spring..." Ji An was still racking his brains, staring at the three words on the ground, and continued to explain.

But he was interrupted by an exquisite wine jug that was handed to him.

Zhao Qing put down the spirit wine in his hand and said with a smile, "Sir, this is very wise. Thank you very much."

Gu Qinghuan pursed her lips, took the silver coins from Shuyue's hand and placed them on the red cloth, then followed her master away.

Just a few nice words would be enough. Seeing that the gentleman was having a hard time making up stories, she was really afraid that he would say something bad.

Zhao Qing sent a message to his aunt: "Do you want to take the test?"

Zhou Xiaoyi fluttered her beautiful eyes, held Qinghuan's arm, smiled softly and ignored him.

It was not until Zhao Qing and his family crossed the threshold of the Grandma Temple that Mr. Ji came to his senses, his eyes filled with uncontrollable joy.

He picked up the wine jug on the ground, shook it, and looked at it carefully, wiping the body of the jug with his sleeve from time to time.

I even held the spout of the pot and took a sip...it was sweet, it must be jade!

Grandma Temple is very spacious.

After entering the temple gate, you will not see the main hall, but a huge stone screen wall, which is dark green in color.

It is engraved with a fairy-like woman who is leaning over and touching the heads of little people with her fingertips. Those little people naturally represent the townspeople of Lianyang Town.

There is a row of small words in the corner, indicating the year and month, and which family in the town contributed money and effort to renovate the Grandma Temple.

Zhao Qing glanced at Qinghuan. Although she looked calm, she was probably already beaming with joy in her heart.

Gu Qinghuan was pulled to her master's side, her wrists were held tightly, the blush on her ears still did not fade, she just bit her lips lightly as she followed.

Behind the screen wall is the main hall.

The copper incense burner outside the hall was filled with ashes from burning incense, candles and paper. They walked around the incense burner and entered the quiet and dark hall.

A warm, astringent and silent atmosphere lingered at the tip of the nose. The palace was surrounded by high walls and no light could penetrate.

On a three-meter-long altar, all kinds of food were placed, including fruits, vegetables, as well as steamed buns or braised meat.

My aunt placed the other bag of pea yellow in her hand on a corner of the altar, and then bowed.

The statue of a woman in the depths of the hall was extremely blurry. It was not made of jade, and her face could not be seen clearly.

However, they have a more exquisite and mysterious statue in their home... not to mention that Si He's puppet body has also lived in their home.

This trip to Lianyang seems more like I'm here to help out.

Suddenly, Zhao Qing's eyebrows jumped as he felt the slight tremor of Qinghuan's wrist.

A virtual panel appeared before my eyes.

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Life and Death Together】

[Water Spiritual Root Qualification: 20]

[Obtain Wood Spiritual Root Qualification: 20]

[Fire Spiritual Root Qualification: 20]

In an instant, streams of spiritual energy gathered and poured into Zhao Qing's body.

Condensed on the foundation of the Dao, and then following the majestic blood and energy flowing through the meridians...

My aunt sensed the unusual movement and immediately looked sideways.

Zhao Qing took a deep breath.

The three spiritual roots are all of the best quality!

Although there were some top-notch products, they would take hundreds of years to produce, so he no longer had high expectations.

However, the Blood Son Trial is approaching, and if one possesses three top-grade spiritual roots, the speed of spiritual power recovery will be greatly improved, whether in battle or cultivation.

He held Qinghuan's wrist tightly. Gu Qinghuan looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

However, her consciousness was obviously not so quiet. It was connected like thunder and fire, entangled with its master.

Zhao Qing swept his spiritual sense around and found that the temple was surrounded by mortals, so he used his spiritual sense to tease Qinghuan and play with her.

At the same time, he sent a message to Xiaoyi: "It's okay, my qualifications have improved."

Zhou Xiaoyi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and replied through voice transmission: "Suppress yourself a little. Don't show too much outside. It will easily attract unnecessary attention. It's worth practicing for a while."

……

Qinghuan quietly watched the pilgrims outside the hall who were diligently lighting candles, and the blush on her jade neck became even brighter.

She carefully felt the vibrations in her Niwan Palace, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth...

"Hey, Qing Huan!"

Hearing the sudden laughter beside her ear, Gu Qinghuan ignored it, slowly closed her eyes and breathed lightly.

She knew it was Si He's puppet...

Behind the tall statue came a bright and beautiful woman, wearing a simple men's robe, her delicate figure completely hidden.

A pair of peach blossom eyes were moist and bright, as if they could speak, looking up and down at Qinghuan's rosy cheeks.

As Si He took a step forward, he picked up a bamboo pole, lifted the wooden sign on the dome, and hung it outside the hall.

Then he turned his back and closed the door.

All the pilgrims knew that there was a female master in the temple who was the closest person to Grandma He. Closing the temple door meant that no incense would be accepted today.

Si He smiled frivolously, put his arm around Shu Yue's shoulders and teased her in a nonchalant manner, "How dare you practice spiritual cultivation in front of Grandma right under her seat?"

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and the blush on her face became even darker, almost as if water was dripping out.

However, the tremors in the Niwan Palace did not stop, and she had no intention of stopping her master. After all, only Xiaoyi and Shuyue were there, and Sihe was not an outsider.

Zhao Qing smiled and said, "Grandma, do you want to join us?"

The face of Si He's puppet was chosen by Zhao Qing himself. There were five of them... but he chose the most charming one.

The woman casually picked up a piece of sand fruit from the altar and threw it to Xiaoyi. Then she peeled a red chestnut and fed it to Shuyue, saying contemptuously, "You can't bear grandma's spirit~"

Gu Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes, and the spring scenery was still there.

Si He naturally snatched Qing Huan from Zhao Qing's arms, held her in his arms, and pinched her burning ears: "I'll tell your mother."

Gu Qinghuan smiled and looked at him: "Okay!"

Si He now has two incarnations outside Shouyun Mountain, one of which is this puppet.

The second time was when he was a guest at the White Horse Temple in Heyang Mountain. Because of the incense, he could only stay in the White Horse Temple and occasionally go to see Li Qingci.

Si He didn't say anything else, but opened the bag of pea yellow, and used his slender fingers to feed it to Qinghuan.

She was a puppet and could not eat or drink, and she had never tasted the usual offerings. Now that her own people had come, they could help her eat something.

Zhao Qing didn't need to be fed. He directly took the braised pork offered to Grandma He, took out the spiritual wine from the storage ring, and started eating.

My aunt whispered, "What is the Water Dragon King?"

"It was just a little fish demon, and I threw it into the sea a long time ago." Si He responded with a smile. Since Shu Yue and Qing Huan were both there, she did not call her master to play around.

The woman's slender fingers were stained with bean yellow grease. She casually wiped them on her wide robe and then tried to pick up Zhao Qing's storage ring.

Zhao Qing consciously removed the spiritual restriction on the storage ring and allowed Si He to use the spirit stone.

Soon, the spirit stones piled up like a mountain poured out and were put into Si He's storage ring.

"Well, I only took out 150,000."

“Remember to come early next year.”

Zhao Qing's lips trembled slightly, and he felt a little distressed.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to spend spirit stones on Si He. After all, these were all obtained through the letter of instruction. But… what on earth is she doing that requires 150,000 spirit stones a year?!

However, Si He quickly gave an answer.

She sighed slightly: "It's a good thing you guys are here. I feel a little tired just from controlling the puppet with my soul."

Shuyue frowned slightly, waiting for Si He's next words.

"We must first send the offerings of fruit and meat to the south of the town and distribute them to the townspeople who haven't eaten today."

"Over in the Lianyang River, the fish they caught a few days ago are almost finished..."

"The fields in Helin and Xiawa villages haven't been watered this month, and the crops are dying of drought."

"The town's headman wants to get promoted, so he comes to the temple to kowtow every day."

"The Zhangze River in Baligou hasn't been paved yet, so children can't go to school."

"Cao Wendu was framed by county officials and is still in jail."

"There's a family in Helin Village that's been sick with plague, and I haven't gone to see them yet."

"There's no water in the well in Gutong Lane..."

Si He pointed at the offerings on the table as he spoke.

After a long moment, she looked at Zhao Qing with a smile: "Where do you want to start first, husband?"

Zhao Qing: ...

"Have you always done this by yourself before?"

Si He glared at him and said, "Most of the time they don't care, just keep things peaceful and let it go. Occasionally they'll take action."

"But after all, you kowtow to me and offer incense to me every day, so I still remember it in my heart."

"In fact, incense can solve most trivial problems, but I want to save it..."