Chapter 84: Master's Fate, Emperor Star Guards
Ji Qingwu knew that Jiujiu was pretending to cry, but looking at her little look, he couldn't harden his heart.
Seeing that it was almost time, she sighed and picked up the little girl.
"You go with your mother, but you can't cry or run around. Do you hear me?"
The little girl immediately stopped pretending to cry, held her face, patted her lips a few times, and said with a smile: "Jiujiu will be obedient and stay by my side!"
Hanshan Temple has always been a popular place of worship, but in recent days, there are more and more people coming.
The carriages of the ladies and young ladies from various families in front of the temple gate have blocked the main road leading to the temple, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to burn incense and offer oil lamps.
The carriage of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery could only park about half a mile away from Hanshan Temple.
Ji Qingwu had never seen a temple so prosperous.
She asked curiously, "Big sister, why does Hanshan Temple attract so many people?"
"Hanshan Temple was founded by the great monk Hanshanzi. It has been a thousand years old and has remained prosperous for many dynasties. Buddhist treasures such as the Dragon Sutra and the Vajra Pestle are also here."
Ji Qingrong held Chun Xing's hand and got out of the carriage gracefully.
She continued, "People who come here on weekdays all want to pray for the prosperity of their family. Recently, more people come here to worship Buddha because Master Liaoran has returned from his travels."
Ji Qingwu held Jiujiu in one hand and jumped off the carriage nimbly, leaving Chun Xing, who was supporting the Crown Prince's wife, stunned.
Ji Qingren couldn't help but say, "I remember that Fifth Sister was not a little monkey either."
Ji Qingwu pointed at the little girl in his arms and said with a smile, "It's Jijiu." She then asked, "Is Master Liaoran a very powerful monk?"
The name Liaoran sounds like a monk who is untainted by the six worlds and is dedicated to saving all living beings.
Ji Qingrong nodded: "Master Liaoran has a profound understanding of Zen, and his fortune-telling is very accurate. Many people come here just to ask the master to personally calculate their fortunes."
Looking at the sea of people in front of them, Ji Qingwu said with wide eyes, "But there are so many people. Master Liangran can't count them all even if he works from morning till night without sleep."
"Buddha only saves those who are destined to be saved. No more than three people can get their fortunes read by the master each year."
Three in one year? Ji Qingwu really didn't understand why so many people were waiting for this almost non-existent opportunity.
Ji Qingrong covered her lips with her hand and whispered in her ear, "When the current emperor was still the prince of Yong'an Marquis's Mansion, Master Liaoran had already calculated his fate. Later, when he started his army, Master Liaoran even predicted that the emperor could dominate the empire."
It was so mysterious that Ji Qingwu nodded doubtfully.
Ji Qingrong and Princess Yong agreed to meet at the Frost Bell Pavilion in the southeast corner of Hanshan Temple.
The agreed time has arrived, but Princess Yong has not yet appeared. Perhaps the traffic was too congested and she arrived late.
Since they were here, they had to burn some incense to express their gratitude. Ji Qingwu followed Ji Qingrong to the main hall to kneel and worship.
Facing the gods and Buddhas all over the hall, Ji Qingwu clasped his palms together.
I silently said in my heart: This is our first meeting, so please be polite to all the gods and Buddhas. One does not visit the temple for no reason, and only visits the temple when necessary. I hope she has a smooth journey and can achieve her wish.
Jiujiu also followed their example, closing her eyes and rubbing her little hands. It was unknown what wish she made, but she also bowed devoutly.
Ji Qingwu slowly stood up, holding the little girl's hand, and a little monk wearing a gray monk's robe that went below the knee appeared in front of him.
"Donor, the master invites you to come over."
The pilgrims in the main hall all looked over, with shock, envy, or jealousy in their eyes.
Looking at the expressions of these people, Ji Qingwu guessed who the master the little monk was talking about was.
Adhering to the principle that since she is already here, she cannot refuse such an opportunity. Besides, no matter whether the fortune-telling is accurate or not, she will only pick up the good ones.
Seeing Ji Qingwu looking back at her, Ji Qingrong nodded repeatedly at her and waved her hand to urge her to go quickly: "Don't keep Master Liaoran waiting for too long."
Ji Qingwu asked, "Can I take my daughter with me?"
The young monk bowed his head and said, "Of course, please follow me, benefactor."
The Zen room where Master Liaoran lived was hidden among several towering Bodhi trees. The only things visible were apricot-yellow beams and a mottled ancient Buddhist bell at the door.
After Ji Qingwu entered the room, he saw the back of a man sitting on the cushion in the middle. He was wearing a beige crepe satin monk's robe with wide sleeves, and looked solemn and steady.
But, she wondered, why wasn't he bald?
Master Liao Ran, who had his back to her, said, "Donor, please take a seat."
Ji Qingwu took Jiujiu by the hand and walked to the opposite side of him, sitting cross-legged on the mat.
When she saw the master's face, she was even more surprised. Why wasn't he a kind-looking old man?
Master Liaoran opened his eyes and said in a voice as deep as a bell: "I ask you to come here. I am a person who has a connection with Buddha and I want to tell you your fortune."
I...
This monk looked to be only thirty years old.
Ji Qingwu said respectfully, "Thank you for your help, Master."
“It’s just that the two donors before you are both predestined with the Buddha, but they can only be counted once.” Master Liaoran said.
Ji Qingwu didn't even think twice and pointed at the little girl beside him, "Then please, Master, please calculate the fortune for this little donor."
She knew her own miserable fate very well, so there was no need for her to ask a master to tell her fortune.
It would be better to calculate her fate.
Master Liaoran saw that she did not hesitate, and chanted "Amitabha" and said, "Little donor, please place your palms upward on your knees."
Ji Qingwu said softly: "Jiujiu, do as the master says." The little girl did as she was told.
Master Liangran closed his eyes, but his eyeballs kept moving under his eyelids.
Half an incense stick of time.
When Master Liaoran opened his eyes again, bloodshot eyes were evident, and he said, "The official is upright, the order is strong, the blessings are great, and the wealth is strong."
They all sounded like auspicious words. Ji Qingwu nodded with satisfaction and touched the back of Jiujiu's head. He thought Jiujiu was a child with great fortune.
This master's calculation is very good and accurate!
But Master Liangran hadn't finished speaking yet. His eyes sparkled as he continued, "The Emperor Star is guarding, the Auspicious Star is shining, sitting and looking at the Purple Pole, standing and looking at the Mysterious Sky."
Ji Qingwu was not very familiar with classical Chinese, but he could sense that something was wrong.
Emperor Star, Purple Extreme...these have always been referring to the fate of an emperor.
There was deep shock in her eyes: "Master, do you want to calculate it again?"
Master Liangran did not answer her and closed his eyes again.
The young monk beside her said, "Donor, the master needs to meditate after reading the fortune, please move outside."
Ji Qingwu picked up the little girl and left the Zen room. He was puzzled about the fate predicted by the master. How accurate was the prediction made by the master?
She walked towards Frost Bell Pavilion in the southeast direction and met Chun Xing who was looking for her.
"Fifth Miss, Princess Yong has arrived."
Ji Qingwu quickened his pace. Whether this horoscope was accurate or not was another matter. His destiny still had to be in his own hands.
In the Frost Bell Pavilion, two figures were sitting on the futons in the room.
One is Ji Qingrong, and the other one wearing scarlet silk with dark floral and vine patterns should be the Princess of Yong.
Ji Qingwu walked over slowly, bowed and said, "Greetings to the Princess of Yong."
Tao Wanyin looked over and said, "Qingwu, there's no need to be polite. Sit down and talk."
Ji Qingwu sat next to his elder sister, and after exchanging a glance with Princess Yong, he frowned...
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