Chapter 63 Chapter 63 is the only genuine version...
Gu Zhizhuo's horse slowed down, and his beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly lit up, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, bright and dazzling.
The jade lion stopped in front of the Shili Pavilion. Gu Zhizhuo stared at him, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and the corners of his eyes were unconsciously stained with a faint blood color. The fatigue, grief, sorrow... all the negative emotions that had been weighing on him these days completely erupted at this moment.
It was also at this moment that she seemed to have lost all her strength. Before the Jade Lion could stand firmly, she rolled off the horse's back. A pair of arms firmly supported her waist.
His arms were not strong, not even powerful, which made her feel particularly at ease.
"Young Master."
Gu Zhizhuo murmured, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"Young Master..."
Without a second thought, she threw herself into his arms. His scent lingered around her, bringing a sense of security as if their souls were connected.
The hand around her waist tightened slightly, then politely let go, moved to her shoulders, and patted her back gently.
She had lost a lot of weight, and he could even feel the protrusions of her bones clearly on his palm.
From the first time they met at Zhuangzi, she had always been decisive, confident, and high-spirited, and he could never take his eyes off her.
This was the first time that Xie Yingchen saw a kind of weakness on the verge of collapse in her.
Xie Yingchen said nothing and let her cry loudly as if to vent her feelings.
Gu Yiqun was stunned. To him, Xie Yingchen was a complete stranger. He subconsciously wanted to rush over and pull his sister away, but he felt that his elder sister seemed to trust him very much, so he turned his head and looked at Qingmei hesitantly.
"The one granted by imperial decree." Qingmei said in a low voice.
Oh! This is even more annoying. The last one who was granted marriage was always chasing after the Ji family, disregarding my elder sister's dignity. This one must not be good either, otherwise the emperor would not have granted it to my elder sister. Gu Yiqun silently pinched the lower bow.
Gu Zhizhuo's crying gradually stopped. She sobbed and raised her head embarrassedly.
Her eyes were as clear as the sky after rain, her eye sockets were red, and her face was covered with dust from running all the way, and the tears left traces on it.
As soon as Xie Yingchen took out the handkerchief, she wiped the tear marks with the back of her hand, and the tears became a mess that was completely unsightly.
"Sir. Why are you here?"
A smile blossomed between her eyebrows, full of joy.
Xie Yingchen wiped her cheek with a handkerchief, and Gu Zhizhuo just looked at him motionlessly.
The moment their eyes met, hers flickered, and she turned her head away for some reason. She realized it belatedly, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.
Come to think of it, this wasn't the first time she had lost her composure in front of the young master.
When she was taken out of the charity cemetery with her dying breath, she clutched his sleeves in fear and cried until she fainted without letting go.
When the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion redressed her innocence, she cried all night long, and the young master sat with her all night.
And... when the young master was about to die...
Gu Zhizhuo shook his head vigorously, putting all those inappropriate memories behind him. After all, it wasn't the first time! She suddenly became calm again: "Sir, are you here to pick me up?"
Xie Yingchen put the handkerchief back into his sleeve pocket. Seeing that there was still a hazy look at the corners of her eyes, he gently stroked them with the tip of his thumb.
"To pick you up is also to pick up the Duke."
He looked at the coffin behind him. It was a simple black coffin, and the wood was not expensive. It was obvious that it was found at the last minute.
Xie Yingchen only asked Chongjiu to send a pigeon to tell him in advance when they were about to return to Beijing. As for what happened along the way, as long as Gu Zhizhuo was not hurt, he did not let Chongjiu report it in detail.
If she didn't want to talk about anything, he wouldn't delve into it.
Giving Chongjiu to her is just protection, not surveillance.
Gu Zhizhuo's eyes dimmed a little: "Master, can you accompany me to Taiqing Temple? Let's go now."
Xie Yingchen didn't ask anything, just replied, "Okay."
Taiqing Temple is on the way back to Beijing, and Gu Zhizhuo had originally planned to go there before returning to Beijing.
Xie Yingchen came in a carriage, bringing Huai Jingzhi and Qin Chen with him.
His health had improved a lot, but he couldn't stand the constant riding, so he had to rely on a carriage to travel. Even if he did, if the carriage was bumpy for too long, he would still be exhausted.
Qin Chen sat on the shaft of the carriage, grinned, and waved to her: "Miss Gu."
Xie Yingchen got on the carriage, and without waiting for the curtain to be lowered, Gu Zhizhuo stepped on the carriage.
"I almost forgot, give me your hand."
Xie Yingchen just smiled. He kept lifting the car curtain and placed his right hand in her palm.
Gu Zhizhuo concentrated on feeling the patient's pulse.
The pulse was still weak, but better than when she left.
She squeezed his palm again; it felt warm and nice.
This shows that the Yang Qi is slowly recovering. During the time I was away, the young master was very obedient and took his medicine carefully. He didn't have to worry too much and was doing well.
"Are you satisfied?" Xie Yingchen asked with a smile.
"satisfy!"
Gu Zhizhuo curled his lips, put down his hand, and took the initiative to close the car curtain.
She touched the jade lion that came over to rub against her, then climbed onto the horse.
The carriage followed beside her. Xie Yingchen rolled up the curtains of the carriage windows so that she could see him when she turned around. Gu Zhizhuo supported the coffin and went all the way to the mountain gate of Taiqing Temple.
She asked Lao Dan and the others to stay and look after the coffin, and took Gu Yiqun into Taiqing Temple.
The little Taoist boy who greeted guests recognized Xie Yingchen. As soon as he saw him, he immediately took the initiative to find the abbot of the temple. After a while, the abbot came out.
"Young Master, you look much better." The abbot looked at him and said with genuine joy, "Why are you here today?"
Xie Yingchen handed him his wrist and said with a smile, "I'm here to accompany Miss Gu."
"Master," Gu Zhizhuo said with a bow, "Is the Taoist Master Qingping here?"
"exist."
The abbot felt the patient's pulse and gently instructed a little Taoist boy to call Qingping, then personally took them to a secluded room.
Not long after I sat down, Qingping came in.
Qingping walked in holding a whisk, stroking his beard, and lightly flicking the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold and saw Gu Zhizhuo inside, his immortal demeanor immediately disappeared. He yawned lazily, his thin cheeks drooped, and his mustache rose high.
He rubbed his eyes and said, "It's you, disturbing my sweet dream."
The change only takes a few breaths.
He directly turned from a sage into a sorcerer.
"Senior Brother."
Gu Zhizhuo stood up and bowed: "It's still broad daylight."
Not only the abbot, but also Xie Yingchen showed a hint of surprise when he heard the word "Senior Brother".
Huai Jingzhi was even more stunned and dumbfounded.
He had been searching for so long but couldn't find out where Gu Zhizhuo learned the Taoist medical skills. He never expected that she was from the same school as the Taoist Master Qingping, who was currently very popular in the capital.
"Junior sister. Why are you here?"
Qingping scratched his head. He really didn't want to be too close to this unlucky little junior sister, so he moved a chair and sat down as far away from her as possible, leaning his elbows lazily on the armrest.
Gu Yiqun blinked and looked left and right.
How come his elder sister has a new senior brother?
He doesn't look very reliable, and looks like a fortune teller on Suzaku Street.
"Little brat, who do you say looks like a fortune teller?" Qingping glared at him while blowing his beard.
"I, I didn't say that!"
"You're thinking."
Gu Yiqun was shocked: "You know everything I'm thinking?!"
Qingping glanced at him: "Of course. ...Hey, you're here too?"
He noticed Xie Yingchen again, his eyes fell on Xie Yingchen's eyebrows for a moment, and he recognized him.
It’s the unlucky guy from last time!
Even though he was so sick, he actually got better.
Qingping looked back and forth: "You two?"
Xie Yingchen smiled and bowed, "Senior Brother."
"Wait!" Qingping jumped up from the stool in fright, "Don't scream, don't scream! Who is your senior brother..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Young Master Chen tilt his head slightly, and an especially obvious sigh escaped from between his lips.
Qingping:!
No, is this all right?
Really! The cheap little sister stepped up to him, picked up the chair he had been sitting on, and stared at him dangerously.
"Scream, scream! Scream however you like."
"Is this finally done?"
Pop.
The chair was put down. Gu Zhizhuo said gently and obediently, "Brother, don't stand. Sit down quickly."
Huai Jingzhi slapped his forehead, feeling like something was wrong...nothing was wrong!!
Qingping sat down carefully.
Xie Yingchen looked nothing like the lifeless, near-death look he'd seen in the palace that day. And with his junior sister defending him so fiercely… Qingping felt a sudden enlightenment, and everything clicked. No wonder his pulse had seemed strange that day, a faint glimmer of life in its dead pulse. Was this a setup set up by the two of them for the Emperor?!
Now that his deathly appearance has disappeared, he has gained a few more strands of dragon energy.
Qingping was slightly thoughtful.
He had already seen dragon energy in three people.
Not to mention the emperor, one is the third prince Xie Jing. His dragon energy and the light of destiny of the blessed girl are intertwined and inseparable, and he is blessed by heaven.
Now there is another young master Chen.
However, his luck was still too weak to compete with the Third Prince.
"Brother, I have a talisman here."
Gu Zhizhuo's words interrupted his thoughts.
There were two purses hanging around her waist. She opened one of them and took out a talisman stained with black blood.
Huh?
Qingping raised his hand to take it.
This talisman is a bit old, and even the cinnabar on it looks a little gray.
"Brother, please help me see what this talisman means."
Qingping is from the same family as her.
In her previous life, it was only after the young master's death that she slowly began to learn Taoist magic and skills, which took only a few years.
Qingping is different.
His talismans and hexagrams are all extremely outstanding.
"Where are you from?" Qingping suddenly asked, his face, which had been careless just now, now showed a bit of solemnity, and his thin cheeks were deeply sunken.
"I just came back from Xinjiang..."
Gu Zhizhuo briefly recounted what had happened, then continued, "...My father's head was placed in a wooden box. There was a layer at the bottom of the box, and it was stuck inside that layer."
Gu Zhizhuo said the most heartbreaking words in the calmest tone.
The fingertips of her hands, placed on her knees, trembled constantly.
"I took it out from the mezzanine. The blood on it might be my father's blood."
The calmer she was and the more expressionless her face was, the more Xie Yingchen could hear the sound of her crying in her heart, just like when she had just thrown herself into his arms and burst into tears.
Qingping gave the talisman to the temple master.
Both he and the temple master had practiced Taoism for a long time and could easily sense that this talisman had a sinister malice.
"Master, is this a blessing spell?"
"Indeed."
Qingping felt the whisk was in the way, so he threw it onto the Eight Immortals Table and said, "I haven't seen the Zhuyin Mantra in years."
Cursing is to tell the gods to bring disaster or misfortune. (Note)
He said to Gu Zhizhuo, "This curse is telling the gods that this person has committed so many evil deeds that his soul must be shattered and there will be no forgiveness."
Gu Zhizhuo's eyes went dark and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
Xie Yingchen placed his hands on the back of her cold hands and warmed her with his palms.
"I am here."
"Don't be afraid."
Gu Zhizhuo closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
She held his hand in return, hoping to get a little support.
Gu Yiqun clenched his back teeth tightly. He stood behind Gu Zhizhuo, holding the back of the armchair, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.
She said, "Brother, you say."
Qingping looked at her for a while. The corners of her eyes were red, but she still sat straight, without any intention of retreating or avoiding.
Even the young man who seemed to be her younger brother had his back straight.
He stroked his beard and continued, "I've always been quite puzzled. The Zhenguogong Mansion stopped killing with killing, assisted Emperor Taizu, and saved the world and countless people in troubled times. It shouldn't have such weak luck."
Qingping's words were rather euphemistic. In his opinion, this luck wasn't just weak; it was simply filled with bad luck.
If this continues, it won’t be long before the entire family is wiped out and the bloodline is cut off.
"This talisman curses not only the Duke of Zhenguo, but also the entire Gu family."
Gu Zhizhuo: “…”
Having experienced the extermination of her entire family, her eyes were calm without a single ripple.
The temple master put the talisman down, his gentle eyes filled with compassion. He sighed and shook his head, "Too sinister."
He asked, "Who painted it?"
"It might be the Changfeng Master from Shangxu Temple."
When we were in Balehai City, the "evil guy" who was suppressed by Master Changfeng must have been my father.
It was sent to Shangxu Temple by King Jin.
Qingping and the temple master looked at each other. They had never heard of this Taoist name.
"Anyway." Qingping scratched his head, messing up his neatly-tied bun. After a long moment of distress, he finally made up his mind and said, "Junior Sister, please don't be impulsive. Listen to me."
Gu Zhizhuo suddenly held Xie Yingchen's hand tighter, his round nails digging into his palm, but she was unaware.
"Junior Sister," Qingping said, choosing his words carefully, "You just said that the Duke only had his head left."
"That's right, it's like this. That's right..." Qingping gritted his teeth and said in one breath, "The cinnabar used to draw this talisman must have been mixed with the Duke's ashes."
"I want to use the Duke's soul and the evil spirit on his body to suppress the good fortune of the Zhenguogong Mansion."
really.
When people are extremely sad and hateful, they will indeed laugh.
In her previous life, she didn't know about this matter from beginning to end. I guess by that time, not even her head was left.
It's true that his soul was torn to pieces and his bones were reduced to ashes.
"Junior sister, this technique is extremely vicious and will definitely bring about karmic backlash."
"I see."
Yes.
So, God allowed her to be reborn.
Give the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion a chance to start over.
This is a great blessing.
She calmed herself down and swallowed back all her hatred and tears.
She asked, "Brother, how should we resolve this?"
"The simplest thing is to make offerings. If all people make offerings sincerely, the merits can dispel the curse."
Gu Zhizhuo frowned. It was not easy to get the people to worship him.
"Zi Ji Pavilion." Xie Yingchen leaned over to her ear and whispered these three words.
Gu Zhizhuo's mind moved.
Qingping pretended not to notice the exchange of glances between the two. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "As for the Zhenguogong Mansion, it would be best if a ritual could be held. Okay, I'll go."
"No need, Senior Brother." Gu Zhizhuo shook his head. "You are now walking in the palace. If you come to the Zhenguogong Mansion to perform a ritual seriously, it will make the higher-ups unhappy, which will not be good for you."
She thought of her previous life.
Because of Ah Man's death, Qing Ping's merits and virtues were greatly damaged. Even his most skilled hexagrams were only 60% accurate from then on. He could only rely on his cunning to navigate the court's infighting, barely managing to avoid failure. Later, due to a mistake in a hexagram, he died at the hands of the emperor, just one step away from becoming the imperial preceptor.
The Gu family’s matter is urgent, but Qingping cannot be harmed because of it.
The master's eyes lit up. This Miss Gu was a person of excellent character.
Qingping scratched his head again. He was not very confident about this ritual and did not insist on it.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."
Gu Zhizhuo blurted out, "Is Master coming to the capital?"
"It's on the way. It will probably arrive in seven or eight days." Qingping glanced at her. "Didn't I tell you?"
Gu Zhizhuo remained calm: "I'm in Western Xinjiang, I just got back."
The master doesn’t recognize her yet.
So sad.
what to do!
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