Chapter 178 Chapter 178 is the only genuine version...
Wuweizi's residence at Taiqing Monastery wasn't widely publicized, but as a Taoist monk, he had saved many lives during his time in the capital. Rumors had spread throughout the capital that Taiqing Monastery held an old immortal with profound Taoist teachings and exceptional medical skills.
The King of Jin must have also come here after hearing the news.
A prince insisted on breaking in, and the abbot could not stop him, so he could only ask the little Taoist boy to come and report the news.
Gu Zhizhuo sneered.
"Thank you, Junior Brother." Gu Zhizhuo said gently, "Please don't worry, Master. Just bring the person here."
"Cousin Zhuo..."
Xie Danling poked her head out of the room. "Cousin Chen, you're here too. Would you like some bamboo leaf cakes?"
Xie Yingchen responded "OK".
"What color do you want?"
"Red!"
"Where's cousin Chen?"
"Same."
“Okay!” Xie Danling agreed happily and put her head back into the room.
After Xie Danling came yesterday, she was too lazy to go back to the palace. She wanted to stay with her for a few days and took Gu Zhijiao and the others with her.
On a whim, they decided to make bamboo leaf cakes. They rushed to the back hills early in the morning to gather bamboo leaves and set to work in the small kitchen. Gu Zhizhuo still had some difficulty moving, so he stayed in the yard, basking in the sun while waiting for his meal.
Xie Yingchen dragged a small stool over and sat down next to her. The cat, who was lying on the recliner and sunbathing his little belly, sat up with a start, put its little head forward to sniff, slapped his leg, jumped off the recliner, and walked away with its head held high.
"Master, let me do it."
Wuweizi did not use cinnabar to grind, but used a medicine mortar.
Placing the cinnabar, cut into fingernail-sized pieces, inside and slowly grinding it into powder was an extremely delicate task. Wuweizi handed him the mortar and gave him a few pointers on the technique, then continued with the previous topic, "Zhuo'er has been blessed with good deeds, so he shouldn't die."
"I told you so." Gu Zhizhuo hummed and said proudly, "You still don't believe it."
She leaned over, pointed at the mortar, and instructed, "Young Master, you have to grind it in one direction, with the pestle close to the edge. This way the cinnabar will be finer."
Xie Yingchen looked at her fingers. Her nails, which had always been healthy and pink, now looked a little pale.
He asked, “What do you believe in?”
Hate it! The young master's eyes are too sharp. Gu Zhizhuo twisted right into black and white in front of him and complained, "Master, the young master said he doesn't believe you."
Wuweizi was amused. He stroked his beard and continued, "The energy of merit transformed into auspicious clouds. This is the first time I have ever seen such a strange phenomenon."
Xie Yingchen crushed the cinnabar and obediently ground it slowly in one direction, saying, "The Emperor Taizu's diary records recorded that when Master Xuanxin passed away, a rosy glow descended upon the world, and auspicious clouds covered the sky for three days before dispersing."
"Emperor Taizu expressed his gratitude, saying that Master Xuanxin saved the people from the troubled times and his merits are unparalleled."
If this had happened in the past, Xie Yingchen would not have believed it.
Just like he never believed in fate.
And now, as long as Yaoyao can get better, he is willing to worship all the gods in heaven.
He believed in gods, destiny, merit, and all the mysterious things.
"I was never able to see Master Xuanxin when he was still alive, and I deeply regret it." Wuweizi couldn't tell if it was the same radiance as when Master Xuanxin passed away. He sighed, "In any case, this will only benefit Zhuo'er."
That's right! Even if Xie Yingchen didn't understand something, he didn't intend to delve into it.
"Zhuo'er has recovered 70% to 80% of her decline. You are connected to her lifeline, and with your luck protecting her, you can rest assured for the time being."
"Master, are the people just ahead?"
The serious voice of King Jin came into his ears. Gu Zhizhuo raised his hand and signaled Xie Yingchen to grind the cinnabar well and not to worry about it.
She leaned back on the recliner, supporting her chin with one hand, and a small dimple appeared on her lips.
The door to the courtyard opened.
Gu Zhizhuo raised his eyebrows and met King Jin's astonished gaze. He blurted out, "W-why are you here?!"
"The prince is too uninformed."
King Jin glanced around the small courtyard, and when he saw Wuwei Zi, his face lit up with joy.
Even though Wuweizi was only wearing the simplest Taoist robe, his aura and demeanor made it clear that he was no ordinary person.
Prince Jin thought that Gu Zhizhuo was also here to seek medical treatment, so he ignored her and walked into the small courtyard, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.
Xie Qiyun, wearing a veiled hat, sat quietly on a bamboo sedan chair carried by two servants.
"A real person."
King Jin couldn't wait to walk towards Wuweizi. He lowered his posture very humbly: "Seeking the Immortal..."
Gu Zhizhuo picked up the whisk on the table and stretched out his hand to block him: "Alas, Prince Jin, your son's illness cannot be cured by anyone. It's useless for you to ask my master for help."
"Master?"
King Jin was stunned.
He looked at Gu Zhizhuo, then at Wuwei Zi, and when he saw that Wuwei Zi did not refute, his breathing stopped.
When he heard about Xia Guang, he just thought that Xie Yingchen was building up momentum for the throne, just like Xie Jing had insisted on helping the girl from the Ji family become the destined daughter of heaven.
Changfeng said that Miss Gu was a Taoist.
Changfeng also said that this kind of backlash can only be resolved by seeking help from the Shangshangqing Temple.
He originally planned to ask Master Wuwei Zi to heal his son, and then inquire about the backlash. Whether it was sacrifice, rituals, or any other method, he would accept it.
If Wuweizi is Miss Gu's master, wouldn't all his plans be in vain?!
It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and the last glimmer of hope was torn to pieces in front of him.
Gu Zhizhuo flicked his whisk and cleared his throat. "Xie Shanxin, what brings you here? If this is for a marriage match, then this marriage is unlucky."
"you……"
Prince Jin took a step forward.
She pretended to count on her fingers and said seriously, "However, if Xie Shanxin chooses someone else, the marriage will be very auspicious."
Prince Jin paused, knowing that she was not so kind, but he still couldn't help asking, "Who?"
"Lord Cheng'en!"
King of Jin:?
Gu Zhizhuo said seriously, "The hexagram shows that Duke Cheng'en and the Crown Prince are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. If Your Highness could persuade Duke Cheng'en to marry him, they would surely live in harmony and everything would be auspicious. Perhaps with this blessing, the Crown Prince would be better off."
"Congratulations."
Gu Zhizhuo bowed, looking very happy.
Prince Jin was so angry that his face turned blue. He raised his hand and rushed towards her. Chongjiu was faster. He drew his sword and stood in front of Gu Zhizhuo.
Hearing her words, Xie Yingchen, who had been quietly grinding Zhusha without interrupting, looked over and a cold snort escaped from his lips.
Prince Jin's heart skipped a beat.
He raised his palm in the air and then pulled it back abruptly.
"Miss Gu, stop joking." Prince Jin's voice was so cold that it seemed to contain ice chips.
Gu Zhizhuo slowly spread his hands and said, "I told you that the marriage was unlucky, but Your Highness didn't believe me. So, Your Highness dared to hand the prince over to me."
King Jin's heart sank.
He really didn't dare.
The hatred between him and the Gu family is unsolvable.
But, apart from Taiqing Temple, what else can he hope for?
He no longer dared to look at his son's appearance, as he was just hanging on to his life day by day.
Even if he used the best medicine, it could only slow down the bleeding from the wound. If this continued, how many days could he live?!
Prince Jin stood in the middle of the yard, and his eyes met Gu Zhizhuo's in mid-air.
He pondered for a while and called out, "Master..."
Gu Zhizhuo interrupted him and said, "Since the prince doesn't trust me, why should my master worry about you? It's not good to want both."
She said with a smile, "If Your Majesty believes me, then let the Crown Prince marry Duke Cheng'en, and let me see your sincerity."
"Honestly, if this is done, the prince will surely live another half a year."
"It can be said that it is a match made in heaven."
She ignored the increasingly dark expression on King Jin's face, pointed at herself, and said proudly, "I am known as the Divine Calculator. What I say is never wrong."
What nonsense! The King of Jin tried his luck and couldn't help but go, so he said with a flick of his sleeve: "Let's go."
"Goodbye, Your Majesty."
His face was ashen. The servants carried the bamboo sedan chair around a corner and followed cautiously, not daring to breathe. The temple master smiled gently at Gu Zhizhuo, secretly gave him a thumbs-up, and followed him out.
The King of Jin walked faster and faster.
Changfeng died. Even though he was not implicated, he was tortured by the backlash day and night and saw no way out.
A mixture of emotions made his chest feel stuffy, and he didn't notice Qingping walking out of the bamboo forest at all. The temple master saw him and shook his head silently at him.
Qingping hid behind the bamboo forest, and when Prince Jin left, he hurried back to the small courtyard.
He doesn't want to run into King Jin.
The Prince of Jin and his son were filled with dark bad luck and evil.
If they pestered him and forced him to perform a ritual for them, all the merits he had accumulated through practicing Taoism would be wasted. Qingping entered the small courtyard and closed the door tightly.
He asked with lingering fear: "Master, could it be that Prince Jin and his son are here to see you?"
"Let me send him away." Gu Zhizhuo raised his chin, "I'll make sure he doesn't dare come again."
Later, let the young master send a few people to guard it quietly.
Qingping praised: "Little Junior Sister is really smart."
The master practices the Taoism of the Tianxin School. Curing illnesses and saving lives is the Taoist heart he has cultivated for eighty years. If Prince Jin really begs him desperately, the master has no choice but to save him, otherwise his Taoist heart will be destroyed.
Qingping also brought a small stool over and sat down. He watched Xie Yingchen grinding the cinnabar. He touched his chin and said, "Grind it finer."
"Brother Qingping, are you going to the capital today?"
Hearing this, Qingping turned around and said, "Yeah, how did you know?"
Someone in Beijing asked him to look at the feng shui, so he went there early in the morning and was busy for several hours, feeling hungry and tired.
"Your pocket."
Forehead?
"pocket!"
"Ah!" Qingping was startled. He lowered his head and realized that his sleeve had been torn. Qingping reached in with trembling hands and his hand came out from the hole.
There was nothing in the sleeve pocket.
"The silver is gone!"
Qingping was dumbfounded. He kept touching himself up and down, but couldn't find his purse anywhere.
Finally, Qingping cried.
"It must be that little beggar, it must be him!"
When he was leaving the city gate, a little beggar refused to walk on the same road and insisted on squeezing him.
"Ah." Gu Zhizhuo sighed, "I told you long ago, Senior Brother, you should change your Taoist name. It's unlucky."
Qingping wiped her face with her sleeve and cried bitterly.
Xie Yingchen:?
Gu Zhizhuo leaned close to his ear and continued speaking loudly, "Brother, he has five disadvantages and three shortcomings. He is destined to be unlucky. He is so unlucky."
I see.
"It's okay, I'm used to it. I'll be fine after crying for a while."
Qingping looked at her sadly and asked, "Can't you just whisper in a low voice?"
"Master, the bamboo leaf cake is ready."
Xie Danling ran out excitedly, holding a small bamboo basket in her hand.
The tabby cat followed her feet, meowing and asking for food too.
The fragrance of bamboo leaves spread along with the rising hot steam. Qingping sniffed and his attention was suddenly drawn to it.
There were dozens of glutinous rice cakes wrapped in bamboo leaves in the small bamboo basket. They were all only as big as the rim of a wine cup, bright red and very beautiful.
The cat lowered its head and sniffed, then ran off to catch the butterfly without any interest.
"Cousin Jiao is making the second batch."
"Master, eat first."
The two cousins grew up together, and Xie Danling's cute and adoring appearance is exactly the same as Gu Zhizhuo's.
Wuweizi took one and ate it, praising it: "Not bad."
Xie Danling said proudly: "Cousin Jiao might have done it."
Wuweizi is old and has difficulty digesting glutinous rice. He won’t eat it after eating one.
Qingping wiped away her tears, picked up the bamboo leaf cake and took a bite, trying to soothe her lost heart.
tasty!
"What's wrong?" Xie Danling asked with her eyes.
Gu Zhizhuo pulled her over and talked to her for a while, which made Xie Danling sympathetically hand him another cake.
Qingping ate several of them in a row and said, "Little Junior Sister, what do you think I should change my Taoist name to?"
"Get rich suddenly?"
Gu Zhizhuo thought seriously for him: "Get rich quick. Auspicious."
Nonsense! Wuweizi hit her on the head with his whisk.
"I think it's good too." Xie Danling clapped her hands happily, and Qingping touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Master, you see..." Qingping said flatteringly, "As the saying goes, you should make up for what you lack."
Wuweizi was too lazy to pay attention. He counted on his fingers and said, "I can find it."
Xie Danling was laughing, and soon, Gu Zhijiao and the others came out. Gu Zhijiao was also holding a small bamboo basket in his hand, which was filled with green bamboo leaf cakes.
All of them are colored with fruit juice and have a sweet fruity aroma.
When they saw Xie Yingchen, the girls called him "Brother-in-law" enthusiastically, which made Xie Yingchen in a good mood. He agreed to let them choose the Mongolian horses that were tributed this year first.
The small courtyard is bustling with activity.
Xie Danling took a bite of the bamboo leaf cake and said, "Cousin Zhuo, are you coming back to Beijing?"
Gu Zhizhuo went to see Wuweizi, who shook his head and said, "Stay here and recuperate for a while."
Xie Danling couldn't wait to say, "Master, please let me stay here too. My mother agreed."
She raised her face and looked at him with phoenix eyes similar to Gu Zhizhuo's, her eyes were wet, making it hard for people to refuse.
The same goes for Wuwei Zi.
Xie Danling raised her arms high, delighted.
"Cousin Zhuo, let's go for the autumn outing. Call Cousin Xing and Cousin Can too. The maple forest on Qiuye Mountain is the most beautiful at this time of year."
Gu Zhizhuo was eager to try.
Unfortunately, she can't go anywhere for the time being.
Even though I have gradually gotten better, I still feel dizzy and sweat profusely from fatigue.
Not to mention climbing a mountain, even walking from the small courtyard to the Sanqing Temple would make you exhausted.
She simply calmed down and studied Feng Shui and astrology with her master, and Xie Danling also studied with her.
Xie Danling didn't understand Feng Shui, but she was very interested in astrology. She understood it as soon as she heard it and learned it with great interest.
Wuweizi gave her acupuncture every day and even refined a batch of elixirs for her. It took her half a month to recover. At least she could ride a horse and bend a bow. As for other things...
"Only when Chen'er takes the throne can destiny be determined."
"The pain you sustained from the backlash of Heaven will be completely healed."
Gu Zhizhuo hummed and nodded repeatedly.
When Xie Yingchen came to pick her up, Wuweizi personally sent them back to the capital, and took the opportunity to go for a walk in Yongle Temple in the capital with Qingping.
The abbot of Yongle Temple specially invited him to preach.
They left the temple early in the morning and arrived in the capital before noon.
"Master, shall we go to Tianxi Tower for some food and then take you to Yongle Temple?"
Wuweizi responded with a smile.
The small building behind Tianxi Tower had not been completed yet, so they sat in the elegant seats in front facing the street.
Xie Yingchen poured tea for Wuweizi, but before he sat down, Qingping suddenly cried out, "Ah!"
What what?
"It's the little beggar who stole the silver! That's him."
The little beggar that Qingping pointed at was just across from Tianxi Tower. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, with his back to them. There was a hint of silver light between his two fingers.
Gu Zhizhuo had good eyesight and saw that it was a thin blade. The little beggar was using it to cut the string of a man's purse.
Gu Zhizhuo clenched his fists and said excitedly, "I'll catch it!"
"Zhuo'er." Wuweizi called her, "Now, great fortune has fallen on Chen'er."
He looked at the little beggar and said meaningfully, "Go."
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