Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

The presiding master consciously left the meditation room. The master was indeed a master, without any curiosity at all.

Jing Hong, the Hall of Mental Cultivation is the authentic end... Chu Qingzhi moved her finger on the map for a while, and finally stopped at a location outside the palace.

This is the moat. Tang Jinghong's eyes fell on the place where Chu Qingzhi's fingers stopped, and he thought about it carefully, There is a stone the size of a bed next to the moat. This location is very remote, and it happens to be where your fingers are. It is suitable as an exit at the other end of the tunnel.

Chu Qingzhi asked curiously, Is no one curious about such a big stone?

Tang Jinghong said, Of course there is. Someone once tried to push that big rock, but the late emperor said it was an auspicious stone, and issued an imperial decree not to allow people to approach it, so as not to affect the fate of the country, so that big rock has been kept there.

Chu Qingzhi said, The former emperor was smart. This big stone is used as an exit, and there is quite a bit of wisdom that is hidden in the city.

Tang Jinghong had met the late emperor and agreed with this, The late emperor did have great talents, but he died early, otherwise Da Ling wouldn't be in such a mess.

Chu Qingzhi said, Da Ling is really chaotic, every vassal king is not in his place.

Tang Jinghong's eyes fell on the map. Looking at it, he suddenly had a thought, Qing Zhi, you are good at painting, can you do me a favor?

Chu Qingzhi nodded, Of course, what are you busy with?

Tang Jinghong lowered his voice, just enough for him and Chu Qingzhi to hear, I'm going to find an old piece of paper, and you can draw a part of the map for me. The other party doesn't want a map, so give it to them.

Chu Qingzhi understood Tang Jinghong's meaning in seconds, Are you planning to use your tricks?

Tang Jinghong nodded, Yes.

Chu Qingzhi praised, Smart. She said, Jing Hong, you go to the master host for pens, ink, paper and inkstones. I have a way to make paper old.

Tang Jinghong said, Okay, wait for me for a while.

Soon Tang Jinghong came back with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and took a few more candles by the way. After lighting all the candles, he asked Chu Qingzhi to paint.

...

Brother, none of the people sent out are gone.

The heart of the man called Big Brother sank, I didn't hear anything, why?

The subordinate muttered his mouth twice, not knowing what to say, and finally said vaguely, That's all.

The man glared at his subordinates, Take me to have a look.

The subordinate hurriedly said, Yes.

Behind a big tree, there was a person sitting. The man stepped forward to check, and found that he had no breath, no wounds on his body, and just died like that.

Is he poisoned?

No, poisoning usually vomits black blood. They don't have any symptoms, and they look like they have fallen asleep.

No matter what the reason, killing so many of their brothers at once would be damned!

The man said with a stern expression, Go, find a way to ambush. If Tang Jinghong and the others can't find the map, we won't be able to find it. If they find it, we'll snatch it from them.

yes, Sir.

...

Chu Qingzhi drew half of the map as true and half as false, and drew a quarter. The palace she drew is close to the corner of the cold palace, with few guards and a remote palace. If the secret passage is arranged here, it will be easier for people to believe. Then she drew a secret passage out of thin air on this quarter of the map.

Chu Qingzhi put down her pen, Jing Hong, do you think there is anything that needs to be revised?

Tang Jinghong looked at the map carefully, It's perfect, there's no need to modify it. After finishing speaking, he still couldn't help but want to praise, Qing Zhi, your painting level is higher than those of those national players.

It was drawn with a symbol, and Chu Qingzhi secretly said, If you need this in the future, you can ask me for help.

Tang Jinghong smiled and said, Then I will trouble you.

You're welcome. Chu Qingzhi caressed the top of the map with her palm, a burst of light radiated from her palm, the map visibly became old to the naked eye, and finally became the same as the map they found.

Tang Jinghong looked at it in novelty. Every time Qingzhi used special abilities, he felt miraculous.

Chu Qingzhi retracted her palm, It's fine, Jing Hong.

Qing Zhi, when you are like this, will it hurt your body? Tang Jinghong has always wanted to ask this question, but he has been hesitant to ask. Now that his relationship with Qing Zhi is so good, he can't help but ask up.

No, don't worry. Chu Qingzhi was a little nervous. She had been looking for an opportunity to tell Tang Jinghong her secret, but there was no suitable time. In addition, she also had concerns. There is no way to accept the saying that the soul is possessed, and the quasi-immortal descends to the earth to experience calamities, what should I do?

Tang Jinghong was relieved, he put away the map, and then took Chu Qingzhi back to the Buddhist monastery.

It's still two hours before dawn, Qingzhi, go to sleep, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning.

Chu Qingzhi nodded, stepped forward and hugged Tang Jinghong, Good night.

When Chu Qingzhi retreated, Tang Jinghong wrapped her arms around her waist, kissed her before letting go, imitating what Chu Qingzhi said, Good night.

Chu Qingzhi pursed her lips and smiled, and went back to the room.

Tang Jinghong stood where he was, waiting for Chu Qingzhi to enter the room and close the door before leaving.

...

The sun is rising, and the land that has been sleeping all night slowly wakes up, and the birds are standing on the branches and chirping non-stop.

The little monk walked towards Tang Jinghong's Zen courtyard shaking his head. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he stared inside, Huh? Haven't gotten up yet?

It's not that he didn't get up, Tang Jinghong was making breakfast in the kitchen, and Chu Qingzhi went to the back mountain to pick herbs. Looking from the front, the small yard was very quiet.

Chu Qingzhi originally went out to take a breather, but she accidentally saw a lot of herbs growing on the edge of the cliff opposite, and some of her own cattle just happened to be used, so she went to pick them.

One temple in Tiannan Temple occupies four mountains, and it has stood still for thousands of years. It is an absolute geomantic treasure.

The three surrounding mountains are all treasured mountains, but they are very steep and difficult for ordinary people to pass. No one picks herbs, and now they are cheap.

Now if someone comes to the side of the mountain, they will see a girl like an elf leisurely putting herbs into the basket one by one under the cliff.

Not long after, Chu Qingzhi picked a basket full of herbs and some red wild fruits. I don't know how the wild fruits taste, but they are pretty good.

Chu Qingzhi was not greedy either, and came back after picking a basket of herbs.

Walking to the door of the Zen courtyard, she happened to see the little monk poking his head over there. She stopped, coughed twice, cough cough.

The little monk immediately turned around, and when he saw Chu Qingzhi, he immediately gave a big smile. The steamed bun's face turned into a roll face, extremely cute, Benefactor Chu.

Chu Qingzhi also gave the little monk a smiling face, Why are you here?