"Father Cang Mo, Chaoxi will take you back..."
As he spoke, Rong Chaoxi spread his wings again and prepared to take off.
Han Qinmo held the little guy's arm.
Fortunately, she dismissed all the palace servants, otherwise this would have scared everyone and they would have found a temple to enshrine her tomorrow.
"Chaoxi, fold your wings." Han Qinmo said softly.
He reached out to press down her outstretched wings, but touched nothing.
Han Qinmo's heart was shocked.
These wings... are phantoms?
Seeing Han Qinmo's shocked expression, Rong Chaoxi said foolishly:
"Chaoxi's Nirvana failed, and his wings were burned out, but Chaoxi has the inner elixir, so he can transform..."
Her phoenix body is dead, and the phoenix appearance people see is just an illusion created by her spiritual energy.
Hearing this, Han Qinmo felt as if his heart was being pinched by something, and it ached dully.
"Nirvana? Was it a phoenix before dawn?"
"Yes, Chaoxi is a phoenix, a very powerful nine-feathered phoenix." Rong Chaoxi nodded hesitantly.
Two wings that burned like flames began to flap gently.
Only then did Han Qinmo notice that something was wrong with the little guy.
Her cheeks were flushed, and although her eyes were bright, her expression was inexplicably silly.
"Chaoxi, what were you doing before you came here?" Han Qinmo had some vague guesses.
Rong Chaoxi shook his head and thought for a moment, "Wine... fruit wine, it smells so good..."
Thinking of the taste, the little guy started drooling.
Han Qinmo took a deep breath and realized that he was indeed drunk!
"Chengxi... bring me a bowl of sobering tea."
Rong Xuqing and others asked the palace servants along the way and arrived at the Chaoyang Palace of the Third Prince.
At this moment, the little guy has fallen asleep in Han Qinmo's arms.
After returning the child to them and taking him back.
The emperor asked secretly, "Is the phoenix today... Chaoxi?"
Han Qinmo nodded slightly.
"Didn't you say she was related to the tree? How did she turn into a phoenix again?" The emperor was a little annoyed and his voice rose unconsciously.
He didn't even see Chaoxi transform into a phoenix!
"..." Han Qinmo blinked, "I just found out about this today."
emperor:"……"
No wonder those kids followed Fenghuang into the palace. Rong Baichuan must be hiding a secret from him!
…
The next day.
The eldest prince brought Taoist Cheng into the palace and recommended him to the position of imperial teacher.
The emperor was a little hesitant about this.
In his heart, he prefers Master Wuwang to become the national master.
It's just that Wuwang is devoted to Buddhism and has no interest in the mundane world, so the position of Dongwu's national teacher has remained vacant.
The emperor was not optimistic about the eldest prince suddenly finding such a Taoist priest whose profound knowledge was unknown.
Besides, he now has a "lucky sign" like Rong Chaoxi living in the general's mansion, so it seems that it doesn't matter whether he has a national master or not.
The most important thing now is to establish a deep friendship with Chaoxi, so that she will help him and Dongwu at the critical moment.
After experiencing all these things, the emperor finally saw through it.
Chaoxi only lends a helping hand to those she likes.
Otherwise, with her ability, the drought in Jiangyang City could be resolved in two or three steps, and it would not last until July.
"You have just arrived in Beijing two days ago. You must be exhausted from the journey. Please rest for a few more days."
The emperor politely declined.
The eldest prince wanted to say something more, but the emperor glanced at him and he immediately retreated.
Hearing this, Cheng Daoist was not angry. After saying a few auspicious words, he asked, "May I ask your Majesty, where did the phoenix land yesterday?"
"It didn't fall." The emperor was about to speak, but Han Qinmo answered first: "It soared into the sky, and must have returned to where it came from."
Taoist Cheng looked at Han Qinmo deeply, then said goodbye and left.
…
When Rong Huanyao learned that Taoist Cheng had come out of seclusion, she got up early in the morning and waited at the gate of the villa. When she saw him come back, she dragged him to the Annan Marquis Mansion.
"Master, you are finally here..." The old lady waited until she reached the door, and pulled Master Cheng inside as if she had seen her savior.
As soon as he stepped into the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, Cheng Daoren couldn't help but gasp.
This is the result of years of accumulated bad luck, which has led to the whole yard being filled with "black groups".
Bad luck is just an invisible fortune in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of those who practice Taoism, it is a tangible black mist.
The collapsed road surface, cracked walls, and withered weeds were all eroded by the "black mass".
"Master, is there any evil spirit or ghost in the house?" the old lady asked nervously.
Mrs. Hu was at home today, and she specially brought Taoist Cheng to her yard.
According to the recollections of the servants in the family, Mrs. Hu started to become irritable around the Ghost Festival last year.
The family started to fall into depression around August last year, which was a perfect match.
"There is no evil spirit or ghost, don't worry, Miss Rong, it's just bad luck." Cheng Daoist took out a few talismans from his sleeve and handed them to the old lady.
"If you stick these talismans in the eight directions of east, west, south, and north, bad luck will gradually be dispelled."
"Is there really no evil spirit?" Rong Huanyao said, thinking of the days when she was haunted by the sex demon.
"A servant in the house saw with his own eyes that my second sister-in-law's soul was taken away by something in the thick fog. Please take another look."
She brought Taoist Cheng to the door.
Taoist Cheng glanced at Mrs. Hu inside and shook his head.
With his confirmation, the old lady felt relieved.
"Master, do you have any method to absorb other people's luck?"
Upon hearing this, Master Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous aura flashed across his face.
He looked at the old lady and smiled faintly, "Absorbing people's luck is a sinister thing. What does the old lady want to do with such a method?"
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