After saying this, Cheng Ying left Silijian and went to Fengtianzhai.
The lights in Fengtianzhai were brightly lit, hundreds of red candles were burning on the candle holders in the incense hall, and Taixu was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes closed.
After entering the hall, Cheng Ying looked up at the statue of the Three Pure Ones on the high platform, stared at it silently for a long time, then walked forward, took a handful of incense, lit it with candlelight, and inserted it into the incense burner.
Taixu opened his eyes and stared at the incense for a while before speaking, "The seal master seems to be upset tonight and actually came to my Fengtianzhai to light incense."
Cheng Ying glanced at him calmly and sneered, "I am not the one who is upset. I persuaded His Majesty to cut open Xue Rong's child. If you still can't refine the elixir of immortality, what do you think will be your fate?"
Taixu smiled faintly, his eyes meaningful: "People only believe what they want to believe. As long as the emperor still wants to live forever, the so-called immortal elixir will exist, and the seal holder will not have to worry about Taixu's life."
Cheng Ying did not comment, took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and handed it to Taixu, "Show me this birth chart."
Taixu took it and unfolded it. After taking a look, his expression changed slightly. He moved his fingers slightly and calculated for a moment, then looked up at Cheng Ying with a deep look in his eyes: "Interesting, her fate is over, but not really. This woman's fate is deeply related to the palm seal."
Cheng Ying's face turned grim. Taixu's words... made his heart beat faster than it had been in a long time.
Except for Zhang Daoling, no one knew Jiaojiao's birth date. Zhang Daoling's words in the dark cell flashed through Cheng Ying's mind. Perhaps it was because her expectations had been dashed for too long. Even though she was in a state of turmoil, Cheng Ying remained calm and said word by word: "Tell me more about it."
Taixu looked at the eight characters in his hand and continued to calculate with his five fingers. His expression became more and more unpredictable. Finally, after he stopped calculating, he stood up and walked to the sand table, picked up the writing brush and began to write.
Cheng Ying had always scoffed at the art of Fuqi. Taixu's methods of fooling Emperor Mingzheng were nothing more than chemical reactions and skipping rope. But tonight, he patiently stared at Taixu performing the art of Fuqi.
A quarter of an hour later, Taixu's forehead was covered with sweat. When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have lost half of his vitality and looked visibly older. Taixu put down the spirit writing brush in his hand, looked at the strange-shaped symbols on the sand table, and fell into silence for a long time.
"What did the divination reveal?" Cheng Ying's dry lips moved as he asked this question.
Taixu looked up at Cheng Ying, then stood up and walked to the tea table with unsteady steps to pour himself a cup of hot tea. After drinking it, he spoke: "The seal master has been very kind to me. I kindly advise the seal master to let go of the obsession in your heart and stop entangled with this woman. Otherwise, you will hurt others and yourself, and your life will be in danger."
Cheng Ying's eyes suddenly became fierce. He stood up and stared at Taixu with a grim look in his eyes: "Tell me, what did you predict?"
"What does it mean that destiny is over, but it is not?"
"Is she still alive?"
Cheng Ying walked closer, staring at Taixu, with his hand slightly raised, as if he would take his life if Taixu didn't speak again.
Taixu frowned, "This girl originally had a calamity in her life. Although she broke it by accident, she still cannot escape the fate of dying young. But I don't know why her fate is to live towards death. My cultivation is not enough, so I can't comprehend it more deeply. However, this girl's fate is deeply entangled with the palm seal."
Taixu's last sentence was quite meaningful.
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