The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

There was a smell of horse manure in the narrow and cramped carriage, Wumei frowned, tried his best to cover his mouth and nose, and looked back.In his sight, Jiangling Music Square was cut into a fault by the residential houses along the way, and the pavilion at the top was like a garden in the sky, hiding the unknown beauty and illusion.

He also failed to see the young lady who seemed familiar to him.Slim and cover his face, with a quiet breath, he seems to have seen this kind of temperament in someone before.

Wumei lowered his head and took out the ball of paper in his sleeve, and took a closer look. The man's name was Feng Huang, and he seemed to be a top card, and his birthday horoscope didn't look unusual.But the sense of familiarity was lingering, and his head hurt from thinking about it, but he still couldn't remember whether he had seen this person somewhere.

His principle is never to omit any seemingly irrelevant and obscure information.Sanqing told him that there is a saying in physiognomy that "a mayfly can shake a giant tree".Wumei requires himself to always look at foreign objects and affairs with a sharp and precise eye, so he will not let go of such details.

Who is it?

He bumped all the way and finally came to Pingshan.Recently, the fortifications came to a sudden stop, including King Ziyang, who was busy running around, and became a mess, but his master leisurely continued to make potions and tell fortunes as usual.

It should be said that apart from fortune-telling, this person has nothing else to do.

Wumei walked to the front of the tent and called softly: "Master." There were three crisp bells from inside, and he went in.

Sanqing was still soaked in the potion and hadn't come out, the tent was neatly wrapped around, and the room was filled with the smell of absinthe.

"How many fates have you brought me today?" the person behind the screen asked.

Wumei said: "Two." He stretched out his hand to pass the ball of paper, without looking back, suddenly there was a sound of water behind the screen, a slightly warm hand stretched out, and took the horoscope in his hand.

Sanqing flipped over the first ball of paper and said with a smile, "Feng Ge, I like this name."

Wumei frowned: "Why do you like it?"

"Because Feng Ge is yelling at Long Xiao." The person inside replied, with an imperceptible tenderness... and nostalgia in his tone.Wumei didn't understand, and didn't intend to continue asking.He knelt in front of the table beside him, and then picked up the things on it: it was nothing more than letters from all directions, and there were only a few more people who wanted to invite Sanqing fortune tellers, some were requests, and some were orders.If you can stop it, Wumei helped to write "The national teacher is in poor health" and blocked it back. If you couldn't stop it, you replied with a neither soft nor hard "I have trouble" and sent it again, making it clear that he had to count. People are so angry.

The national teacher's health is already quite bad.Sanqing spent more and more time soaking in the medicine bucket, and slept more and more. Wumei also saw him vomiting blood several times. Although he said that he would burn more paper money for his funeral as soon as possible, he still feel heartache.He was the first person to treat him well, so even if he didn't teach him anything, he was still willing to call him a master and wanted to see him live a long life.

Wumei lowered his eyes and pressed the envelope, and asked: "The matter of the palace... what are you going to do?"

Sanqing didn't seem to take it seriously: "Cold salad." His voice has become a little hoarse recently, and he himself said that this is a precursor to loss of voice.

Wumei said again: "You are the physiognomist who has determined the feng shui of this place, you can't sit idly by."

"I can't control it." Sanqing said, followed by a suffocating silence.

Three days ago, the foundation of the palace was laid.Today's son is Xuanwu, and the word "Xuan" is the same as "Xuan". The national teacher specially ordered to divert water here and build a hanging well to balance the Jiangling waterway and protect the well-being of all people.It's just that the people who started the work poked down with a chisel, but found a snake nest. Hundreds of red snakes were disturbed and ran away in all directions. They killed twelve workers and even dragged away the body of one of them. They have not been found so far.The incident caused panic, and even the imperial guards did not dare to approach that area again, so the fortification had to be suspended.

The people above asked the national teacher to give an explanation, but the national teacher just ignored him and said: "There is nothing to say."

Sanqing laughed softly: "That's the place I set, my eyesight can never go wrong. There can't be a snake's nest in that place. Snakes will be killed when they come to the place where the dragon looks at the water. I can't argue with it. What can I do?"

Wumei said silently: "Someone wants to harm you."

"Yes." Sanqing's voice was flat.

Wumei stood up abruptly, suppressing his voice and said: "Is it King Ziyang? I'll kill him."

"It's not him. I've calculated that this person is kind and has made great achievements in his life. He only has a bumpy love journey, and he can't go to the end with his sweetheart." Sanqing said, "I am also a person who is about to die, maybe they will convict me I set foot on Huangquan Road before."

"But you..." Wumei couldn't calm down, he clenched his fists, and there was anger in his eyes.He shouted at the person behind the screen: "You are good at everything, you just don't fight. If you are willing to fight for yourself, maybe you won't be like this."

"I fight? So what if I fight, I still can't calculate my own fate, and I'm still a short-lived ghost. In this world, it's better to let yourself be more comfortable, I'm really tired." Sanqing rarely discussed such issues with him , also became serious: "Others are afraid of me, some say I am a ghost, some say I am a living god, only I know that I am nothing... I don't know what I am either."

Wumei said in surprise, "I think you're quite normal."

The person behind the screen put on his clothes and got up, parted his long hair, and said with a smile, "It's just because... there are some things that I haven't told you. If you know, you probably think I'm a monster."

"Is this why you refuse to teach me physiognomy?" Wumei asked.

"Yes."

Sanqing put on her clothes, sat on the couch, covered herself from head to toe with a quilt, and put a lamp by her hand.Under the light of the lamp, his skin showed a color as thin as a cicada's wing, pale and transparent, with dark blue and reddish blood vessels protruding, hidden in the dull color decayed from the bones.This irresistible sickness also began to appear on his face, starting from the bottom of the eye sockets, crimson and blue and black slowly creeping down, appearing and disappearing from time to time, making his face more monstrous.The only bright color on this person's face is probably the cinnabar mole at the end of the eye.

"I don't know if you have heard a story. One of the founding heroes of the former dynasty, Yao Lian, this real commoner minister is the reincarnation of the red snake. Because the snake clan was taken over by the old lord when he expanded the house, the snake god was reincarnated He is the son of his political enemy. When this son fell to the ground, his tongue was as sharp as a snake letter, and his skin shed every three months. When he grew up, he led the army and overthrew the old country. If you destroy my family, I will also destroy yours , Snake nature is so stingy, if you have a grudge, you will never forget it forever." San Qing wrote Feng Ge's fate under the lamp, and inadvertently drew a small snake.

After hearing this, Wumei frowned even tighter: "In other words, the red snake can also be regarded as a sign of the destruction of the family and the change of the dynasty, and if the old emperor hears about it...won't he cut you alive?! If you chose such a lousy place, no matter how you justify it, he will definitely be furious. You..." Wumei said "you" three times in a row, and suddenly didn't know what to do.

"Really, what you saw is this?" Sanqing still smiled, "I don't care. Little Wumei, I just want to tell you that Yao Lian is not the reincarnation of some red snake, he is just a smarter mortal, After helping the king of Changle to seize power, he disappeared. He refused to go out of the mountain several times, claiming to devote himself to studying the way of transforming immortals. The king of Changle was suspicious by nature. After he came to power, he almost killed all the heroes. Only this prime minister in civilian clothes was left behind. One of them is to thank , the second is to know that he will not fight."

"Winning the king and defeating the bandits, he became a king, and there was a saying that the red snake was reincarnated. Others said that his old master was exhausted. King Changle succeeded in the name of King Jingnanqin, and Hongxia was born. Talking all over the sky. Once metaphysics and physiognomy are involved in these things in the palace, they will not only focus on the way of heaven, but add seven cents of falsehood... I just think it is very boring."

Sanqing was tired of writing, so she folded the paper in her hand and threw it to Wumei.He suddenly raised his head and asked, "What kind of life do you want to live in the future?"

Wumei listened to him for a long while, his heart was a little shaken, and he replied in a low voice: "Defend the sky, step on the six paths, and don't let anyone trample me under my feet."

"This is very good." Sanqing said, he opened another piece of paper, and said to him slowly: "I am relatively unpromising, in fact, I want to find a small mountain village, the south is the best, and I am looking for a quiet place with mountains. There is water, and there are birds and beasts. I live in a rock cave in the mountains, and I raise one..." He didn't continue, and sighed softly, "Can you understand?"

"Raise a big fish?" Wumei accepted his words, raised his eyebrows and said: "If it's what you said, I'd like to try it, it sounds very good."

"Yes, very good."

Sanqing's answer was a little absent-minded, as if he was distracted.All kinds of the past resurfaced in his mind, making him feel a world apart, and his dry eye sockets suddenly became moist.He wiped his eyes before he burst into tears, and opened the second ball of paper in his hand.

"Fenghuang." He read, and touched up the ink, but suddenly his whole body shook, as if he saw something incredible.

The delicate handwriting is dark in color, and the ink contains the power to defy everything and change yin and yang. It is more powerful than Feng Huang's Nirvana, and it is more rude than Kantian Peeping Fate.

He is so familiar with this power that he can be sure that there is no other person in the world who has this kind of brushwork except himself. This is the judge's brushwork.The reason why he didn't teach Wumei Physiognomy is precisely because he concealed his biggest secret as a national teacher. This secret allowed him to be in charge of the Ziwei Terrace and made the world flock to him.

The well-known Sanqing Guoshi, the most famous thing is not that he can judge fate, but that he can change people's fate.

Wumei heard the person on the couch gasping for breath, and asked in a hissed voice, "This person... who is this person who wrote?" Sanqing lifted the note so that he could see the writing on it clearly.

Wumei leaned over and said: "It's a young lady from Jiangling Lefang, I didn't see his face clearly, what's wrong?"

The man did not speak for a long time, and seemed to be in a daze.Wumei watched him quietly, and suddenly remembered a little rumor a few days ago, saying that when the national teacher determined the Fengshui of Pingshan Mountain, a young son at the banquet also made the calculations, and the conclusion he reached was the same as that of Sanqing and the others. The words are not bad.

Associating this way, he immediately remembered where the sense of familiarity that young man gave him was: it was the little Taoist priest who sold him Phoenix Tears, with exactly the same voice.

And that aura... He glanced at the person in front of him hesitantly, and the person in front of him was still in a daze, as if he had encountered something unbelievable.Soft and clean, as peaceful as marigolds in the spring rain... He also found out who that person's breath was like.

It looks like Sanqing.

The author has something to say: 1. Well, I think everyone knows who Sanqing is...

2. The story of the red snake reincarnated as a commoner Qingxiang was inspired by a wild history legend (Zhu Zhishan version) of Fang Xiaoru in the Ming Dynasty.The content has changed, and the protagonist prototype has also been changed to another one.If you are interested, you can search for the story of killing snakes and destroying ten clans. Although it is tragic, it is much more interesting than the author's adaptation.Do not use this article as a reference.