Chapter 1012 Don't judge a book by its cover
“Female benefactor, listen to this old monk: when the time is right, the time will come naturally. There is no need to be attached to this.”
The old monk held his prayer beads and closed his eyes again.
The courtyard was quiet.
Sun Xiangxiang stood frozen in place. The old monk's words piqued her curiosity, making her eager to know how her marriage would turn out.
"Master, the extremely precious destiny you speak of, is it the supreme position?"
Sun Xiangxiang's eyes reddened with excitement, and she asked the question almost in a trembling voice.
If someone had said this in the past, Sun Xiangxiang would have thought that person was a liar and would never have believed it. She grew up in the prefectural city and had never left this place. She had no chance to meet important people. But things are different now.
The eldest brother, Sun Baiwan, spoke subtly, yet his prediction was accurate: Qi Heng was definitely the first person to sit in that position.
Originally, there was also the Prince of Luo vying for the throne, but the Prince of Luo had a homosexual tendency, had no interest in women, and even felt nauseous at the sight of a woman, so he would never marry and have children.
From this perspective, if the Prince of Luo sits in a high position without any children, to whom will the throne be passed after he passes away?
“Amitabha, female benefactor, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.”
The old monk put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer. Was what he said really that hard to understand? The young lady in front of him didn't seem to grasp the point at all.
I didn't spend a single penny to draw a fortune stick, yet I asked him to interpret it; he showed absolutely no sincerity.
Since he was a fat sheep, he wouldn't reveal a single word until he had thoroughly slaughtered him.
The old monk stared at Sun Xiangxiang with his cloudy eyes, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, and explained to her, "Female benefactor, in all my years of life, I have only met a few people with whom I have a predestined connection. The last time was more than a year ago."
The fat sheep I met last time was a peasant girl. She spent two taels of silver to have her fortune told, which she had borrowed from her companions.
Although it was only two ounces, the little maid was very shrewd and efficient, while the young lady in front of them, adorned with gold and silver, was hesitant and unwilling to part with her hair.
He wouldn't say a word until the other party offered money; he simply couldn't believe that Miss Sun didn't care about marriage.
Furthermore, the old monk had two more assistants.
The scene reached a stalemate. The maid Huang Ying stepped forward to help Sun Xiangxiang and asked, "Master, my young lady is extremely devout. She comes to Yutan Temple every year to donate incense money. Since she has a connection with you, how can we interpret the divination slip?"
"Yes, you only said half the story, and my young lady is completely confused."
The maid, Magpie, chimed in, and the two subtly touched on the key point.
"Miss Sun has a noble destiny. Before interpreting the divination slip, we need to set up a large offering to show our sincerity."
After the old monk finished speaking, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
This almost made Sun Xiangxiang scream in fright. Her eyes widened, and she felt that the blood coming from the old monk's mouth was related to her.
To say that she has a noble destiny is to reveal a heavenly secret; to say just that would incur divine retribution.
Could it be that she really has such a precious destiny?
Overwhelmed with emotion, Sun Xiangxiang called to her two maids to present all the silver she had brought, and removed her hairpins, bracelets, and other valuables, placing them all on a tray.
Sun Xiangxiang's jewelry was made of real gold and silver and was quite heavy. The old monk appraised it and was very satisfied.
He even bit his tongue to make the act more convincing.
The old monk knelt before the tray and lit three incense sticks.
Upon seeing this, Sun Xiangxiang knelt behind the old monk, clasped her hands together, and silently prayed.
If she is destined to sit in a high position, the Sun family's ancestral graves will be filled with auspicious smoke, and who will dare to look down on her in the future?
Although Qi Heng was ugly, a real man doesn't rely on his looks to make a living, and a pretty boy is not pleasing.
Sun Xiangxiang closed her eyes and seemed to see herself wearing a phoenix robe, sitting in that high position second only to the emperor.
After about fifteen minutes, the old monk finally let out a long breath. Estimating that the time was almost up, he turned to Sun Xiangxiang and said, "Female benefactor, this old monk cannot say, but you may ask questions."
"Master, where is my husband? Is he in the capital?"
Sun Xiangxiang was very concerned about this issue because she was indirectly testing whether Qi Heng would rise to a high position.
"No."
The old monk glanced at it, and the maid Huang Ying gestured to remind him. He understood and said, "Far away, yet right before my eyes."
After the old monk finished speaking, he said no more. He knew that saying more would only lead to more mistakes, and he couldn't make up a story.
To be honest, this Miss Sun is hypocritical and mean-spirited, and she'll have a hard time finding a husband. She'll either marry a short-lived man or remain an old maid for the rest of her life.
But if he told these truths, how could he swindle money?
People always believe they are different from others, and they have a sense of wishful thinking when bad things happen.
"Master, there is still one thing I don't understand, and I would like to ask you to enlighten me."
Sun Xiangxiang received a satisfactory answer: Qi Heng was definitely the husband she had in mind, but he was already married.
"It's not important, it's all superficial."
The old monk offered Sun Xiangxiang some guidance, saying, "Female benefactor, don't always be deceived by appearances. If you understand the truth, you will find it is different from what you think."
After saying this, the old monk returned to his room and slammed the door shut.
Silver notes, silver, gold jewelry, worth at least a hundred taels—Miss Sun handed them all over and became rich!
Tonight, let's have a pot of fine vintage wine and some roasted chicken legs. With wine and meat, we'll be as happy as gods.
The door remained closed. After waiting for a while, Sun Xiangxiang left the courtyard with her maid.
At this moment, her feelings were extremely complex, with joy as well as some lingering worries about the uncertainty of the future.
Sun Xiangxiang planned to go find Qi Heng first and give him the peace charm.
The old monk told her not to judge by appearances. Could it be that there's some hidden reason behind Qi Heng's marriage to Lin Yuesha?
“Miss, after the master’s advice, I remembered something.”
The maid Huang Ying leaned close to Sun Xiangxiang and whispered, "When I was in the countryside, there was an old woman in the village who used to be a madam of a brothel. She was very good at judging people. She could tell whether a woman was a virgin just by looking at the way she walked."
Huang Ying had observed that Lin Yuesha was definitely a virgin; she was certain of it.
In other words, Lin Yuesha and Qi Heng did not consummate their marriage; they were a fake couple.
"Miss, look! General Qi is under the tree!"
The maid, Magpie, with her sharp eyes, pointed to the person under the tree.
His features were not clearly visible from a distance, but Qi Heng stood tall and straight, like a pine or bamboo, exuding a powerful aura. Only a man like him could ascend to the throne.
Sun Xiangxiang blushed and quickened her pace.
Just then, Qi Heng turned to the side, his gaze fixed ahead.
"My lady, have some water."
Qi Heng handed over a gourd. He had specially gone to the back mountain to fetch a spring from the mountain. It was sweet, mellow, and even better than fine wine.
The mountain stream around Yutan Temple is steep, and the monks rarely draw water there, so the water is crystal clear.
"good."
Lin Yuesha took the gourd. She first accompanied Wuya to the side room for a short rest before finding the fortune-telling area.
It had been over a year since I last visited, and the layout of Yutan Temple had been slightly altered, with additional side halls added next to the main hall.
After Lin Yuesha and Wuya entered the side hall, they bowed to every Buddha statue they saw, kowtowing until they were dizzy.
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