Chapter 262 How can the Royal Family be free?

Taoist Qingyang was worried and told Murong Yu about this, hoping that Murong Yu would make preparations in advance and not let the people suffer in the troubled times.

After he finished speaking, he hurried back to the mountain to tell his fellow disciples about this.

When he returned, he found that his master, who had been in seclusion for many years, had come out.

The master scolded him angrily, saying that he was interfering with the cause and effect of the human world and revealing the secrets of heaven. He would have ten years of bad luck and everything would go wrong.

Then, he was driven out by his master, who asked him to travel outside for ten years, follow the will of heaven, and overcome disasters on his own, and then go back after ten years.

Moreover, during these ten years, he must do good deeds and help others, and must not have any involvement with the royal family, otherwise no one can save him.

Taoist Qingyang had no choice but to leave.

When he returned to the capital, he heard that the wife of Prince Gong had died when she was six months pregnant because she was carrying a disaster.

Taoist Qingyang was so scared that his eyes rolled back.

Oh my god!

He predicted that a disaster would come to earth, but he never said it was related to Princess Gong.

With his limited skills, he couldn't predict where the disaster star was, nor did he know the exact year it would descend upon the world.

The disaster may not come for two or three years!

Murong Yu was determined that there was something wrong with the baby in Pei Xuan's belly, and the key point was that Murong Yu made others think that it was Qingyang who said it.

He suspected that the problem was with Murong Yu's brain!

There were rumors in the capital that he was a demon.

That villain He Tingfang always looked at him with a meaningful smile, as if he was a lackey helping He Tingfang.

Taoist Qingyang felt that he had committed a serious sin and regretted revealing the secret.

Not only did he lose his cultivation and reputation, but others also lost their lives indirectly because of it.

Taoist Qingyang decided to leave the capital, the farther the better.

Traveling around the world sounds cool, but it's actually not that easy. His life outside for the past ten years has indeed been difficult.

He practiced in a Taoist temple in a small town and found that the entire temple was full of fake Taoist priests who drew fake talismans for people and collected money every day.

Taoist Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore and pointed it out indignantly, then he was beaten up by the fake Taoists, one of his legs was broken and he was driven out.

Taoist Qingyang, who had a broken leg, didn't want to associate with these people, so he set up a fortune-telling stall alone.

He reads people's faces and calculates their horoscopes.

A scholar came to calculate whether he could pass the imperial examination.

Taoist Qingyang said honestly: "It would be better for you to go home and kill the pig."

Merchants come to calculate whether their business is going well.

Taoist Qingyang: "You are destined to be unfortunate and your money will be lost."

A woman comes to calculate her husband's family fortune.

Taoist Qingyang: "Your husband died young and had seven mistresses outside."

Everyone: ...

Taoist Priest Qingyang finally had his stall smashed and was accused of being a swindler. People said he was talking nonsense and his calculations were inaccurate.

Taoist Qingyang felt uncomfortable at first, but after being hit so many times, he felt relieved.

Fortunately, his broken leg healed and he was able to continue on his journey.

On the way, he pretended to be blind for a while.

Because he found that in the fortune-telling business among the people, the blind seemed to be more trusted than the healthy ones.

After he pretended to be blind, he did get more business on the road.

But some people mistook him for a blind man and deliberately gave him less money.

It's so immoral.

But fly legs are still meat, better than nothing.

Later, he arrived in Qianzhong, where he was no longer able to bear the weight of a fly. He encountered a period of great turmoil in Qianzhong, when no one wanted to have their fortune told because the rioters all knew they would die.

Without money or food, Taoist Qingyang was starving to the point of skin and bones.

At this time, he met a group of people from the martial arts world who were armed with swords and knives, and asked him to predict their future.

According to legend, heroes in the martial arts world are always generous and lavish in spending money, so Taoist Qingyang was conscientious and only asked for ten cents.

As a result, a female knight with a sword only gave him eight cents in front of him.

Taoist Qingyang suppressed his anger and said, "There are mountains in Lingnan, full of vitality and prosperity."

The heroine also asked where exactly it was.

Taoist Qingyang thought to himself that he could only make a rough guess, so how could he really use up his energy to cast a fortune for just eight cents?

So I said I would only give you eight cents, and that was all I could get. Anyway, I told you it was Lingnan, so you could go there or not.

He didn't know whether those people really went to Lingnan later.

Anyway, he was walking slowly outside, and when the ten-year period was about to end, he would go back to the mountain.

The way back will pass through the capital.

In order to hide his identity, he no longer makes money by telling fortunes.

He was hungry and full, and there were many people on the road who would give him something to eat.

Thinking of this, the tea in Taoist Qingyang's hand had already gone cold, but he had not yet come to his senses.

He thought of the fat little monk he met outside the capital.

I don't know if he was dizzy from hunger or was still not awake in the morning, but he actually saw a strong ominous aura from the little monk, like a disaster star.

He grabbed the little monk in fear.

The little monk's hands were soft, and his eyes were as gentle as a lamb's. He kindly gave him food.

A lucky star may not be a good person, but it brings good luck and vitality.

The star of disaster is not necessarily a bad person, but his words can bring disaster and his words can come true.

Just as Taoist Qingyang was about to take a closer look, a fatter monk got off the carriage and pried his hands apart.

In the blink of an eye, Taoist Qingyang could no longer see the ominous aura on the little monk, as if it was just an illusion.

He watched the carriage disappear from his sight and didn't notice anything wrong.

Taoist Qingyang suspected that he had seen it wrong, because he had been punched in the eyes on the road before, and sometimes his vision was blurry.

When it gets dark, you might even mistake the stones on the roadside for dogs.

"My old eyes are no longer useful."

Taoist Qingyang sighed and put down the cold teacup.

…

Black Bandit Mountain.

The hot wind had blown away the villagers' thin coats, leaving only light summer shorts.

In the tea garden on the mountainside, a group of children are busy.

He Yanqing was putting the selected tea buds into the steamer, boiling the water and steaming them.

The black mountain tea shipped to Beijing last year sold well. In order to increase production this year, we need not only more tea but also more manpower.

There are many children in Heishan Township now. These children come to the tea garden to help in their spare time, and Liangmin Village will pay these children according to their work.

The villagers were very happy.

Because children can not only earn money by going to the tea garden in their spare time, but also learn the craft of making tea. When they grow up, they can work in the tea garden, which is also a way of making a living for ordinary families.

He Yanqing called the children over and carefully demonstrated to them how to steam green tea:

"Steaming is crucial, and you need to pay attention to the heat. If you don't steam enough, the tea leaves will turn green and smell like grass. If you steam too much, the tea buds will rot and the leaves will turn red..."

He Yanqing adjusted the heat and asked the children to remember it.

After working until the evening, it was time for dinner. The children helped to put all the tea leaves into the house and then left.

He Yanqing stayed in the tea garden to check the steamed tea leaves.

Having just finished picking the spring tea leaves, he had a lot of tea to process and was so busy that he sometimes even forgot to eat.

It was the same today. By the time he finished his work, the sun had already set behind the mountain.

He Yanqing sat in the small courtyard of the tea garden, feeling the mountain breeze blowing from the side, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A voice was blown to my ears:

"He Sanlang is trying to become a tea immortal. He has been fasting lately and hasn't even eaten."