Chapter 242: I’m Afraid I Won’t Be Able to Share the Position of Queen.

The Taoist priest turned around and went to the Xiang Palace. He quickly took out a brocade box and presented it to Xiao Yi respectfully: "Master made it with his own hands before he left. It is very precious."

Xiao Yi opened it.

The brocade box contained a simple and delicate wooden rosary. He picked it up and smelled it. The rosary had a strange fragrance, but he didn't know what kind of wood it was made of.

He frowned: "Did he leave anything else to say?"

The Taoist priest shook his head: "I didn't leave a single word behind."

Xiao Yi held the rosary tightly.

Therefore, people in Buddhism and Taoism are very strange. If something cannot be explained directly, they have to make things mysterious. Even something that is obviously very simple must make others rack their brains.

"Good disciple!"

A weak voice came from outside the Taoist temple.

Poinsettia held on to the wooden frame and gasped: "Your steps are so fast, it's hard for me to catch up... When we go back, let's switch, you ride a bull, and I ride a horse..."

His cow refused to leave halfway and insisted on eating grass. He chased it with Qinggong.

Xiao Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him.

He was unhappy because he could not see the old Taoist priest in person, so he turned around and left.

After taking two steps, he caught a glimpse of the fortune-telling tube on the side of the hall, and he remembered the lot he drew back then.

He remembered how sad the little girl felt when she drew the lottery that read "Two lives, one person alone". Her eyes were red and she almost cried.

He sneered softly, walked over and picked up the skewer tube, and his strong internal energy circulated in his palms. However, in an instant, the green bamboo skewer tube made a "click" and was crushed into pieces!

He dropped a stack of banknotes for compensation and walked away indifferently.

The Taoist priests swallowed.

This man looked handsome and handsome, but he was fierce when he was violent. He crushed their lottery tubes for no reason. It was really scary!

Poinsettia sat on the threshold: "Disciple, are you leaving now? I haven't had enough rest yet! I finally came back, please let me have a cup of tea before I leave! Did you hear what I said? ?! Unfilial, Xiao Daoyan, you are treasonous!"

Xiao Yili ignored him and went straight down the mountain.

Poinsettia watched him go away, and the always warm smile on her lips disappeared.

He stood up, patted the Taoist robe, and said coldly: "Where is the old man?"

Old man?

The Taoist priests looked at each other in confusion.

In the end, the Taoist priest in charge of Laojun Pavilion was old and knowledgeable. He stared at the cinnabar mole between Poinsettia's eyebrows for a long time and suddenly said: "Uncle Master?!"

Poinsettia nodded.

He went to Chang'an to make great achievements when he was young. It's hard for anyone to remember him.

He looked around: "Where's the old man? Why don't you see him coming out?"

The Taoist priests had strange expressions.

Master Poinsettia had just scolded Master Xiao for being treasonous and immoral, but he actually called Master "old man". As expected, the upper beam was crooked and the lower beam was crooked!

A Taoist priest said respectfully: "Reporting to Uncle Master, Master became immortal years ago. In total, it has been half a month."

"Feathered?"

Poinsettia raised an eyebrow.

He suddenly felt ecstatic in his heart, and saw the Taoist priests staring at him. He coughed lightly, and said sadly: "It's me who is unfilial, and I didn't have time to send him off on his last journey..."

The old man is considered dead.

He no longer needs to be warned, beaten, or nagged by his letters every year, asking him to return to Jinguan City to inherit this broken Taoist temple!

He can also let go of his hands when it comes to his disciple and junior sister!

He raised his sleeves to cover his face, pretending to be sobbing but actually walking out of the Taoist temple with secret joy.

Before he had taken two steps, a voice came from behind: "Uncle Master, Master left you a letter before leaving. Please keep it."

letter?

Poinsettia took it, the envelope was very thin.

He took the letter and walked to the mountain stream, found a stone to sit on, and opened it carefully.

On the letter paper, there were only four words:

——Tao follows nature.

The mountain wind in early spring was still chilly, blowing off a few dead leaves on the branches.

Poinsettia's back felt a chill.

The old man...

Did you anticipate his choice today?

He stared at those four words, and the expression on his face changed again and again.

After a while, he tore up the letter and threw it into the stream.

So what if he expected it, could a person who had already become an immortal come back alive and beat him up?

He's gone, and there's no one in the world he's afraid of anymore.

He sneered: "I have different ideas from you. You want me to do nothing, but I insist on doing something. If I do nothing, my disciple will die and lose his status as the lord of the world. He is my most important person." Good works, for him, I don't care about anything anymore. You want to live in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain, but I want our Taoist sect to be carried forward and famous in history. The world worships Buddhism, but I want them to worship Taoism."

The Taoist priest who was supposed to be indifferent to fame and fortune, now has ambition in his eyes.

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the other side.

Xiao Yi returned to Chaowen Courtyard with the rosary, and the little girl fell asleep soundly, just as she had when he left.

He sat by the bed, thought for a moment, and then put the rosary for her to smell.

The old Taoist priest would not leave this thing behind for no reason. Maybe this strange fragrance can wake Nan Jiaojiao up.

However, after waiting for two quarters of an hour, Nan Baoyi still showed no sign of waking up.

Xiao Yi frowned.

He took the rosary and studied it carefully for a long time. There was no inscription on it, nor did it look like it could be used as medicine.

He felt a little anxious, took Nan Baoyi's little hand, tried to put the rosary on her, and called out: "Nan Jiaojiao?"

The rosary beads were black and blue, which made the girl's wrists look as white as snow.

But no matter how beautiful it was, it was of no use, she didn't wake up at all.

Xiao Yi pursed his thin lips tightly.

So what kind of trick did the old Taoist priest get up to? What method could he not tell directly? He had to use a rosary to ask him to guess. It was mysterious and mysterious. He was not engaged in yin and yang metaphysics. What should I do if he couldn't guess it? !

Xiao Yi wished he could dig up the grave of the old Taoist priest and invite him out to ask questions face to face.

He Ye was waiting at the side and said tremblingly: "I heard from the old man in the house today that there were people who fell asleep and fell asleep, and then they woke up slowly after being called by their relatives every day. Please allow the eldest lady and eldest uncle to see you. Miss, when Miss is happy, she might wake up... During this period of time, you are not willing to let Miss see her relatives."

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes.

I had so much hope when I went to Qingcheng Mountain, but now I am so disappointed.

He lay silently on the outside of the bed and held Nan Baoyi in his arms.

He kissed the little girl's thin and pale cheek and said coldly: "Let's talk tomorrow."

The next day.

Xiao Yi allowed people from the Nan family to come see Nan Baoyi.

He sat on the armchair calmly and watched them standing in front of the couch talking.

But the little girl didn't wake up and didn't even tremble her eyelashes.

He frowned.

Do you really want to use the poinsettia method?

He really doesn't want to trust Poinsettia...

Just when Nanfu was gloomy and gloomy, Jinguan City was very lively.

Teahouses and restaurants, everyone knows that Nanfu, which used to sell Shu brocade, has now become a Chang'an family. The Nan family girl, who was naughty and unruly when she was a child, may even become the queen of the dynasty. The so-called return home in rich clothes is nothing more than that.

In the theater hall, a girl from the boudoir whispered: "It's just that I heard that the little girl from the Nan family is ill, and now there is no cure. If she can't be cured... I'm afraid she won't be able to share the position of queen. "

Another girl waved her fan gently and said with a smile: "I heard that the emperor was born handsome. If the little girl of the Nan family is not blessed, who will be blessed to be by his side?"

The girl in green clothes in the middle is peeling an orange, her red lips slightly raised: "I heard that the little girl from the Nan family was just a idiot when she was young. She couldn't read Chinese characters, so she was not as good as us. She was just lucky and had a childhood sweetheart relationship with the emperor. If it were us. Any one of us, with our means, would have been the queen long ago, and the family must be the new rich in Chang'an."

The girls were convinced and laughed out loud.

The girl in green suddenly raised her eyes: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the emperor to visit the southwest. I have a bold idea..."

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