Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Calculating Marriage
Something is wrong.
This person's movements are becoming more and more natural.
Mingyao was held in his arms, which were soft and warm. His sigh brushed past her ears, making her feel itchy and numb.
I didn't react in time and forgot to push it away, thus missing the opportunity to refuse.
Instead, Xuanxiu released her hand first and smoothed the hair around her ears: "Thank you, Ayao, for giving me the red string."
There was a hint of triumph in his smile, completely different from the words he had just said that went against the rules.
Mingyao opened his mouth, but his words were stuck in his throat.
I feel a little frustrated.
It was as if he realized that he had not performed well after the quarrel. Mingyao felt secretly upset and even wanted to take back the red rope he had given him before.
…
The cold wind was blowing. Although Mingyao was a little dissatisfied with Xuanxiu, he didn't want to be hard on himself. He just followed Xuanxiu obediently and absorbed some warmth.
In fact, the Temple of Immortals and Gods is very busy today, with people coming and going. Perhaps because today is a special day, there are many young couples.
There is a long line of people in the temple who come to interpret the divination sticks and pray for blessings, as well as to fulfill their vows.
Ming Yao peeked inside and saw that Yan Chen and the other man seemed to be still waiting in line, unable to get out for a while. Standing there was boring, so he looked around for a while and discovered that the temple also had a coin-throwing wishing pond outside. It was an ordinary pond, nothing special to see, but around it were about ten people, surrounding a monk who had set up a small stall and was telling fortunes.
Is fortune telling in front of a temple considered stealing your job?
Mingyao had a nonsensical idea, and seeing that there were quite a few people gathered around, he couldn't help but feel curious. Did this mean...it was very effective?
Mingyao walked over and when he was still a few steps away, he heard cursing all around.
"What a bullshit fate you calculated! You actually cursed me to die childless."
"I've given birth to three children, all of whom have attained enlightenment and gone to the immortal mountains to cultivate. Who am I cursing here? I'm not going to tear you apart with your stinky mouth."
"Go away! What's wrong with you? I'm the one who's really unlucky. This bastard just said I died a violent death and my body was mutilated. Who's more unlucky?"
"And me, and me too. I just cursed my Taoist partner to have someone outside. I will be struck by lightning."
Curses like these were heard all around.
The fortune-telling monk was dressed in a neat, plain dark robe, with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. He looked presentable, but he was not very old, probably only a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. There was a hint of timidity in his expression, and a bit of panic between his brows. It was obvious that he was not very worldly-wise.
Even though a bunch of people were standing around her, ready to hit her, she still stretched her neck and cautiously argued, "It's just what the hexagram says. I didn't make it up. It's... it's just how it is."
As soon as the words fell, the dozen or so people who were already noisy became even more excited.
One of the older brothers had a worse temper. He kicked the stalls set up by the young monks away with a "bang", and his fists as big as sandbags landed directly on the faces of the young monks.
The surrounding area was fine, but the area around the young monk's eyes suddenly became red and swollen.
Mingyao was shocked when he saw this situation and looked around quickly. Logically speaking, there should be monks with good cultivation guarding the vicinity of the Immortal Temple. If there was a dispute in such a quiet and solemn place, it should be quickly resolved.
"I'm telling the truth, why are you hitting me?" The young monk cried and continued to add fuel to the fire.
As soon as these words were spoken, in addition to the big brother, the people surrounding her rushed over and kicked the little girl several times.
Seeing that no one was stopping them, Mingyao became anxious and poked Xuanxiu in front of him: "Help her, if the fight continues, someone will die."
The little girl looked frail and couldn't withstand the big brother's punches.
This is not a difficult task for Xuanxiu.
The immortal power restrained the crowd, and soon a path was made through them. The little girl was pitifully pinned to the ground by the big brother. Her face was bruised, and her dark clothes were obviously stained with dust. She looked pitiful.
"You want to save her? What, are you in cahoots with her?" The eldest brother glared at him.
"No, no." Mingyao didn't want to cause trouble. Even though Xuanxiu was there, it would still be troublesome if things got out of hand. He took over the conversation and explained, "I...we're here to settle accounts with her too!"
Even if you want to save people, don't stand against the masses.
Hearing that they were also looking for her to settle a score, the restless crowd around them calmed down a little, and the eldest brother's face looked better, but his eyebrows were knitted, and his tone was still mixed with lingering anger: "Get in line at the back—"
But before he could finish his words, he was abruptly shut up by Xuanxiu's immortal power.
Xuanxiu's eyebrows curved, and he looked very easy to talk to: "Excuse me, we are more anxious."
Tsk tsk, I didn’t realize that Immortal Lord Miaomiao has a bit of the temperament of a gentle bully.
Ming Yao, who was relying on the power of others to bully others, stuck close behind Xuan Xiu, resting his chin on his shoulder, listening to him speak. He stood on tiptoe and tilted his head slightly to look at him.
It's not easy for him to catch you if you peek at him from this angle.
However, I could only stare at his jawline for a while. As often described in novels, it was a jawline as clear as if it had been carved with a knife or an axe.
She was lost in thought for a moment.
After this series of small moves of first using courtesy and then using force, the young monk was finally led away from the indignant crowd.
The young monk was beaten badly, but he didn't cry. He sniffed and looked back and forth at Mingyao and Xuanxiu. When his eyes fell on Xuanxiu, he was obviously a little scared of him. He quickly looked away and finally stared at Mingyao and thanked him: "I haven't read your fortune. You are here to save me, right? Thank you very much."
Pretty smart.
Mingyao handed her a piece of silk and motioned her to wipe the blood off her face.
The young monk shook his head and wiped it with the back of his hand: "No, I don't need your help, but I still want to repay you for saving me."
"I can tell you your fortune, but I won't charge you for it."
Mingyao was a little amused and helpless. This young monk was too direct in his words.
"No need." Without waiting for Mingyao to reply, Xuanxiu beside him lowered his eyes and rejected the young monk's reward.
The young monk shrank his neck, but still looked at Mingyao stubbornly: "You saved me, and you are the one I want to thank. What do you say?"
Mingyao became interested after hearing this: "What does it mean to not accept karma?"
The young monk replied seriously, "When we fortune-tellers seriously cast hexagrams and spy on the fate of others, we bear the consequences. As a rule, the consequences are shared equally: the fortune-teller takes three points, and the one spying on the fate takes seven points. Now that you've saved me, this hexagram will be counted as ten points for me personally. No matter what the hexagram's result is, you don't need to bear any risks."
So that's how it is. Then, did Xuanxiu also take the blame for her in the ghost town?
The thought flashed through my mind.
“If there’s a risk, why bother calculating it?”
Upon hearing this, the young monk explained seriously: "We fortune-tellers practice to cultivate this way. If we want to ascend, we will naturally become better and better at fortune-telling. Every fortune-telling for a person is also helping me practice."
"Every fortune teller who ascended to heaven through karma is an extremely remarkable existence. They are much more powerful than sword cultivators and talisman cultivators. Do you know the Chu family of Xuyou Immortal Mountain? They are considered the top of our fortune teller lineage."
What a coincidence? This young monk actually knew Miaomiao's mother's family.
Mingyao glanced at Xuanxiu beside him. Speaking of which, he should also be considered a member of the Chu family——
Chu Miaomiao.
It was a name she had heard many times when she entered his dreams.
When Xuanxiu heard the person in front of him mention the Chu family, his expression remained normal.
Seeing this, Mingyao tilted his head, thought for a while, and felt that since this was the case, it would be okay to do the math.
But what good is it?
Fortune? No matter how rich she is in this world, it’s useless.
Healthy? Mingyao thought about it and passed it up. She didn't need to calculate it now, she knew that her health was not very good.
Can I go home?
This is a bit exciting.
However, if the result is not what she wants...it would be a bit frustrating.
No matter what, she was going to fight for her life to get back.
It doesn’t count if you don’t go.
But when you think about it this way, it seems that the only thing we can count on is... marriage.
Mingyao's heart skipped a beat.
If I calculate this in front of Xuanxiu, he will probably misunderstand me.
Mingyao coughed lightly and turned to look at Xuanxiu: "...I suddenly feel that I also want a red thread. How about you go buy one for me?"
The child who was carrying a small basket of red thread had already run away and disappeared without a trace.
A Yao obviously wanted to get him away.
Xuanxiu did not expose the truth and put a magic weapon that he had prepared long ago into Mingyao's hand.
Mingyao's palms felt warm.
In my hand is a small thermos in the shape of a toad. It is ugly, but very warm.
"In an emergency, it can protect you." Xuanxiu said as he tied the cloak tighter for her and turned to leave.
Mingyao stroked the small thermos in her hand, stared at it for a long time, and slowly frowned. No, if she had such a good thing, why didn't she give it to her earlier?
"What do you want to calculate?" The bruised and battered young monk took out a bowl-like arithmetic tool from somewhere. Seeing Mingyao's curious look, he showed some discomfort for the first time. "I... I don't have enough spiritual power yet. I can't directly enter your body to calculate, but my calculation ability is very accurate."
Mingyao nodded: "Then what do I need to do?"
"A drop of your blood, drop it in." The young monk took out a thin needle and pricked Mingyao's finger, letting the blood drip into the bowl. "What do you want to calculate?"
"...Hmm..." Mingyao scratched his face, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. He looked around before lowering his voice and asking, "Is it a marriage?"
The word "marriage" quickly overflowed from between his lips and teeth.
"Okay." The young monk closed his eyes and slowly poured spiritual power into the bowl, which lingered gently in it. With the blessing of spiritual power, Mingyao's blood slowly turned into a stream and slowly rose up in the bowl. Mingyao looked quite excited and found it rare. If he had a mobile phone in his hand, he would at least take a picture.
In this way, after about ten breaths, Mingyao's drop of blood disappeared completely, and the little monk opened his eyes.
Mingyao took the initiative to ask: "How?"
The young monk withdrew his magical powers and uttered two words: "Great evil."
Mingyao blinked, and the young monk continued, blabbering non-stop, "You are destined to be alone, so you don't have the appearance of marriage. But as it happens, there are two red lines in your unopened horoscope, and these two red lines come from the same source, but the results are not good. One is already in decline, but it hasn't been completely severed. As for the other one..."
The young monk paused, as if choosing his words: "He is your enemy."
"If you stay with him, only one of you can survive. If you force yourself, your meridians will be severed and you'll probably die, with your head and body separated."
Staring at each other.
Although it is not nice to say this, Mingyao now somewhat understands the feelings of those people. The truth is really unpleasant.
However, the words of this young monk were consistent with Chu Ji's words.
Fight until death.
As soon as she heard it, she knew who he was talking about. Fortunately, she sent Xuanxiu away, otherwise, his inner demons had not yet been eliminated, and who knows whether he would have murderous intentions after hearing it.
Oh, I should have known not to calculate my marriage destiny. Even if I did, I wouldn't feel at ease. I might as well calculate how long I can live.
Mingyao glanced at the young monk with a rather resentful look: "Are you accurate in your calculations?"
"That's right." The young cultivator nodded vigorously. "My master said that if I hadn't been born with limited spiritual power, with my calculation ability, I could have become a disciple of Xuyou Xianshan long ago."
"But it's not a big deal. I'll cultivate for another ten years. When I'm twenty-five, the spiritual power barrier won't be able to stop me."
He's really only fifteen years old.
The overly sincere young cultivator in front of him still had a wound on her face, but when she mentioned Xuyou Xianshan, her eyes lit up instantly. Her fascinated look was quite adorable, so Mingyao chatted with her: "Do you want to become a disciple of the Chu family?"
However, she has been in the fairy mountain for nearly two hundred years, and now there seems to be no one with the surname Chu who practices arithmetic in the fairy mountain.
"Yes." When the topic of her interest was mentioned, the young cultivator nodded vigorously and mentioned the name, "I want to become a disciple of the Immortal Lord Dianqing, surnamed Chu."
Chu Dianqing… Mingyao was slightly startled. Wasn't Miaomiao's mother already dead? Was this young cultivator unaware of this because he was so far away from the immortal mountain? That made sense.
Without waiting for Mingyao to ask in detail.
Not far away, in the bustling and orderly Temple of the Gods—
There was a loud "bang".
Something unexpected happened, and the young couple who were fulfilling their vows inside began to run out in panic, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Seeing this, the young monk frowned, his face looked stern, and he looked like he was about to rush inside.
Mingyao subconsciously reached out to stop her to prevent the young monk from getting hurt, but the young monk ran too fast and jumped onto the eaves of the side hall on the side of the Temple of Immortals in a few seconds. The thing in her hand that looked like a talisman paper with black words on a white background disappeared completely at her fingertips.
The little toad in Mingyao's hand emitted bursts of light, isolating Mingyao from the crowd.
"Miaomiao?"
Almost at the same time, a familiar aura came from behind her. Within a few breaths, Xuanxiu was back to her side, picked her up by the waist, and flew into the air on his sword.
Feeling Xuanxiu's breath, Mingyao felt a little relieved.
He calmed down and looked at the fairy temple again. At this moment, the temple was empty. The people who ran out of it were more or less injured. They seemed to be frightened and just rushed down the mountain. The people who were originally outside the temple also became panicked and ran out with them without knowing the truth.
The statues of immortals and gods in the hall were now shrouded in shadows, making it difficult to see them clearly. One could only hear the sound of very rapid breathing coming from within.
“Hu…Hu…”
From the shadows, a person slowly walked out with faint breathing.
It's a woman.
In one hand she held a bloody sword, in the other a severed head. She had long hair and a beautiful face.
Mingyao recognized it immediately. This person was Yan Chen who had entered earlier, and the head in her hand...
Carefully distinguishing——
"As expected." The young monk slightly below frowned and spoke first, "When I calculated her marriage fate with her earlier, I predicted that she..."
"She will definitely kill her husband."
As soon as the words fell, Mingyao also happened to see the appearance of the head in Yan Chen's hand——
It is Xianshu.
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