Jin Fengluan was overjoyed and immediately laughed, "The Imperial Advisor is right."

The white-bearded old Taoist closed his eyes, shook his head, and said:

"Your Majesty, you need not worry at all. At this point, following your heart is the best choice."

"The Purple Star is so bright that I have never seen it before in all these years. Its appearance now is an auspicious sign, indicating that the nation's fortune will gradually become stronger, and stronger than ever before."

"Speaking of which, these are all extraordinary celestial phenomena. For an old Taoist to witness them in his lifetime is a blessing accumulated from his past life, hehe."

These words made Jin Fengluan beam with joy, and she nodded repeatedly.

"Good, good!" Overjoyed, Jin Fengluan clapped her hands and stared at Ziwei Star without blinking, her eyes full of delight.

The white-bearded old Taoist coughed lightly, and Jin Fengluan finally came back to her senses, looking at him and saying:

"Imperial Preceptor, then I won't bother you any longer. You should get some rest."

"I will have the imperial physician examine you again later. After I quell the rebellion, I will build you a magnificent mansion for the Imperial Preceptor, and you may move in!"

The white-bearded old Taoist nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Jin Fengluan said no more and left with a group of eunuchs and palace maids, their faces beaming with joy.

After she left, the white-bearded old Taoist leaned back and lay down on the bed again. Miaomu hurriedly stepped forward and asked worriedly, "Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

"I haven't felt well at all, alas!" The old Taoist touched his face with his hand and looked at Miaomu's worried face, saying, "Miaomu, it seems that my time is coming to an end."

"Ah? How could this be, Master? I'll go find a doctor for you!" Miaomu hurriedly tried to leave, but the old Taoist grabbed him.

"Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural course of life, and there is no need to force them."

"These past few days, I've also taught you some fortune-telling and divination skills, and you're quite clever; you've learned them quite well." The old Taoist priest had a faint smile on his face.

Miaomu blushed slightly and waved his hand, saying, "This disciple is very stupid; it is Master's good teaching that has helped me."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist's smile widened, and he continued, "You have the skill of fortune telling, but it's not enough."

"There is another, even more important skill, which is what you will rely on to make a living in the future."

Myoboku looked bewildered: "What ability?"

The old Taoist nodded, gesturing for Miaomu to close the door and shut the window.

Miaomu scratched his head, closed the door and windows as instructed, and then walked to the bedside. The old Taoist beckoned, and Miaomu put his ear to his mouth. There, the old Taoist slowly said a few words.

After hearing a few words, Miaomu looked at the old Taoist priest with a surprised expression.

"Master, then what you taught me before, wasn't it all...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the old Taoist priest laughed and scolded, "You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Would your master teach you anything haphazardly?"

"My predictions are always accurate, I've never been wrong!" He said with a smug look on his face, looking more like a playful old man.

Miaomu scratched his head and sighed, "Master, if your calculations are accurate enough, then your statement that your time is coming to an end must be true... alas."

The old Taoist priest said calmly, "Don't worry about it, everyone has to go through this."

"However, I can't teach you the skills I just told you. You'll have to learn them yourself. Staying in the palace definitely won't work."

"You're still too young. It's one thing if you don't learn well here, but I'm afraid you might suffer some misfortune."

Myomu's expression tightened: "Then what should we do, Master?"

The old Taoist priest smiled leisurely and said, "Just go out."

Myoboku grew increasingly terrified: "This...this is probably as difficult as ascending to heaven, Her Majesty..."

The old Taoist priest raised his hand to interrupt, beckoned Miaomu to his side, patted his head, and laughed:

"I'll teach you a method."

"I am about to pass away. When that time comes, you will send my body to..." The old Taoist said a place name, and Miaomu, who was listening, turned pale and her eyes reddened.

"To send the old Taoist priest to his grave and ensure the good fortune of the area, who can stop us? His Majesty won't say anything more."

"And then... find a chance so you don't have to come back."

"The sky is high enough for birds to fly freely, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap freely. You'll be very free, heh!" the old Taoist said with a smile.

Miaomu reached out and hugged the old Taoist priest, burying his head and sobbing. The old Taoist priest gently patted his back and whispered:

"Myoboku, Myoboku."

"People have their own fortune, and nations have their own fortune. When one's fortune is strong, one can turn misfortune into good fortune and everything will go smoothly. When a nation's fortune is strong, wise ministers will emerge in large numbers, the world will be at peace, and the country will be prosperous and the people at ease."

"You've really caught a good time..."

At this point, the old Taoist's voice suddenly stopped, and the hand that had been gently patting Miaomu's back fell still.

Miaomu shuddered, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. He hurriedly looked up and saw the old Taoist with his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed, looking like he was about to die.

"Master! How could you just leave like that!"

Myoboku, still looking like a child, was overcome with grief and buried his face in the old Taoist's chest, wailing loudly.

Amid the crying, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out, and the old Taoist patted Miaomu's back again.

"Hahaha, your master is not dead yet!"

Miaomu was startled again and looked up once more, only to see the old Taoist looking at him with a mischievous smile.

"Master! You... Oh! You scared your disciple to death!"

Miaomu wiped away his tears, and the joy of having regained what he had lost made him smile involuntarily.

Amidst the laughter, the old Taoist slowly closed his eyes, but his lips were still softly calling out:

"Myoboku, Myoboku..."

But after only one sound, he fell silent again, a peaceful smile on his face, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Master? Master?"

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