Chapter 100 Witch Xian Jin
At the Temple of the Goddess Yiguang, the number of believers and worshippers suddenly decreased by 80% or 90%, and Gao Shi was no longer among them.
Above the main hall stands a white jade statue of the Goddess Yiguang, with a solemn expression, her brows furrowed and eyes closed, looking down upon all living beings.
While Mu Xi observed the situation, Mu Xun instructed Jiang Meng to keep an eye on the movements of the Gao family.
As Mu Xi gazed at the statue of Goddess Yi Guang, she couldn't help but think of Princess Yan Ya, whom she had met at Dao Ming Temple last time.
After praying silently in front of the goddess statue for a while, I casually added some incense money.
Turning back, Mu Xun whispered a report to Madam Gao on the progress: "Madam went to the back hall, presumably to pay her respects to the Imperial Preceptor."
"Is she close to the Imperial Advisor?" Mu Xi asked, but then she remembered Xian Jin's figure from earlier. "Since she went to visit the current Imperial Advisor, why don't we go and meet the future Imperial Advisor?"
If you want to make a name for yourself in the "shamanic circle" in the future, it's always good to build good relationships first.
Mu Xun was more than happy to avoid a direct confrontation with the Gao family: "Alright, let's go this way. I heard that Xianjin usually sits in the back hall."
Mu Xun led them out of the Yiguang Hall and headed towards the third rear hall.
The rear hall was generally reserved for royalty and nobles who came to offer incense, and the hall was dedicated to the seven ancient gods.
The four arrived at the rear hall, but apart from the little witch guarding the hall, there was no one else in the hall, only a faceless goddess statue standing high on the altar.
Mu Xun was about to ask the little witch where Xian Jin had gone.
The shaman Xian Jin happened to walk in through the back door. Upon seeing Mu Xi, she immediately recognized him and gave a slight bow with a smile: "Your Highness is too kind. It is an honor."
"It's rare that you still remember me, so I am very polite," Mu Xi returned the greeting slightly.
Addressing a witch by her given name is a way of showing respect.
When they first met, Mu Xi only left one impression: Xian Jin possessed an unforgettable beauty, comparable to that of the former Princess Yan Ya.
Looking closely now, her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes, along with the red flame in the center of her brow, give her an air of keen insight into the ways of the world.
Xian Jin's smile was also lively: "How could I not remember that day when the Crown Prince 'descended' and danced the 'flying apsaras,' a sight rarely seen in the world."
Mu Xi followed up by asking, "In the eyes of the modern sorcerer, how should we interpret the 'spirit possession' that has befallen this prince?"
Xian Jin shook his head with a smile: "How can we mortals presume to know the will of God?"
Mu Xi's question was ambiguous, and Xian Jin's answer was even more vague.
Mu Xi then asked, "So what is Ling Wu's opinion on the matter of 'divine intervention'?"
Xian Jin then dodged the question further: "What Master says to others is what he thinks, and he has not said anything special to us."
Mu Xi had a good impression of Xian Jin and knew that she had been adopted by the Imperial Preceptor Xian Ling since childhood. If she wanted to form a bond with her, she should first show goodwill: "Ever since that 'spirit possession', I have been puzzled and have many questions. If you are also interested, we can discuss it together in the future if there is an opportunity."
“Your Highness’s kindness is more than I could ever ask for.” Xian Jin’s eyes lit up, and then he thought of his master. “Your Highness has come to inquire about this matter with your master. I can introduce you to him.”
"No, I didn't come to see the Imperial Advisor." After asking around and receiving only irrelevant answers, Mu Xi's thoughts returned to the Gao family.
Xianjin, after a moment's thought, asked again, "If the young master did not come to see his master, then is there some other matter?"
"How can you tell that I am not here to worship the gods?" This was only their second meeting, yet Mu Xi could already sense that Xian Jin was being "too thorough."
Xian Jin also agreed, saying, "People worship gods when they have something to ask for; when they have no requests, they don't even think of worshipping gods."
Mu Xi retorted, "What the shaman said is like a common person digging a well when thirsty or patching a leak in the middle of a river."
"Yes, yes, yes... Your Highness is no ordinary person; I am the one who is ignorant." Xian Jin always went along with what was said, but without giving the impression of deliberate flattery.
In this back and forth, Mu Xi ended up at a disadvantage. She recalled what the white-robed immortal had said earlier: although Xian Ling and Xian Jin were master and disciple, Xian Jin was much more spiritual than his master, Xian Ling.
Mu Xi casually remarked, "The shaman of today is indeed quite different from your master."
Xian Jin was taken aback, not understanding his meaning, and not wanting to discuss his master, he simply smiled and brushed it off: "Your Highness seems to have some difficulty in your expression, yet you have no desire for anything. Would you be interested in having me perform a divination for you?"
"Fortune telling?" Mu Xi became somewhat interested. "How do you tell fortunes?"
Xian Jin said, "As long as the Crown Prince is willing to raise his eyes and gaze at me for three breaths."
"Hmm?" Mu Xi had never heard of divination like this before.
The voice of a white-robed immortal appeared in his mind, warning: "Don't make eye contact with her."
Immediately following was a three-year-old girl's voice objecting: "What's there to be afraid of? She's just trying to control your mind."
On the other side, Xian Jin saw that Mu Xi had suddenly froze and explained, "In this kind of divination, eye contact can indeed make people feel offended. Your Highness's hesitation is my presumption."
"Do you have the ability to control minds?" Mu Xi asked directly for some reason.
However, the moment he raised his eyes to speak, he met Xian Jinqing's clear gaze.
The beauty of the water is breathtaking, and now it is as if the moon is shining over the abyss.
Their eyes met.
Mu Xi only felt a flash of white light in the dark void before it disappeared without a trace.
It's like something happened, yet it's also like nothing happened.
Xian Jin swayed slightly, but then returned to normal.
Mu Xi asked calmly, "Did you notice anything?"
Xian Jin's eyes flashed with a sense of change, and after a long while he sighed, "I underestimated the Crown Prince; I didn't see anything."
"Oh?" Mu Xi feigned disappointment.
“However…” Xian Jin hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure whether he should say it. “I have a word of advice to offer, but I don’t know if I should.”
"Speak freely." Mu Xi was never one to care what others said.
Xian Jin pondered for a while longer: "Although I can't see through the Crown Prince, I always feel that the Crown Prince's inner self is not like his outward appearance. His emotions are too complicated and difficult to deal with. If he can get rid of all his emotions, he will surely achieve great things."
Mu Xi feigned ignorance: "Feelings? What does that mean?"
Xian Jin seemed genuinely unaware: "It is neither love nor sentiment. My cultivation is too shallow to understand. If Master were here, her spiritual power would far surpass mine, and perhaps she could see more."
Mu Xi knew it was due to the spirit, but she couldn't investigate further, nor could she seek help from the Imperial Advisor.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jiang Meng whispering something to Mu Xun by the palace gate.
Turning back, Mu Xun stepped forward and whispered, "They're out."
So, Mu Xi bowed and took her leave: "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I have other matters to attend to. We'll meet again another day."
Xian Jin nodded: "I am ashamed, I am ashamed."
Mu Xi led her entourage out of Guanlan Palace in a hurry.
The attendant who remained outside the palace reported something to Jiang Meng.
Jiang Meng led the carriage over, and under its cover, pointed west towards the bustling Cangming Street: "Madam just led people into Zhuming Pavilion, probably to draw lots."
"Zhu Ming Pavilion?" Mu Xi found the name familiar.
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