Rebirth is back for you

Several people turned around the long winding path and walked directly to a quiet courtyard in the back mountain.

The small courtyard is backed by the cliff, square and clean.

Well, it was actually because there was nothing in the entire courtyard except for an old tree.

In the courtyard, Master Huiren in gray and plain robes and Master Pushan in cassocks were standing beside the old tree and discussing something in a low voice.

Hearing the rustling sound of someone coming, the two stopped talking and turned around.

Jiang Baixi stepped in calmly first, with a peachy face and a bright smile, "Hello, two masters!"

Master Pushan quickly walked to the door and saluted several people, "Hello, Prince Xi, Princess Ninth, Princess Jin and Prince Jing are also polite. Uncle Master has been waiting for a long time, so please go in. I will take my leave first." .”

Several people nodded slightly to Master Pushan and walked in.

Jialong Temple has been around for thousands of years, and it has remained standing after several generations of dynasties.

Master Huiren, as the most wise man in the world, is immortal and has a high prestige. After five generations of Qingyue emperors, no one knows his exact age.

"Master, you are safe and sound, your body is getting stronger and stronger." Jing Ran also walked lightly, with a light voice.

Master Huiren smiled loudly, "It's just a pair of skins, used to go through the floating world for a hundred years."

"Master, you are in a good mood." Just as Jing Ran said something, Jiang Baixi suddenly let out a "huh" and said in surprise, "Master, this courtyard is really full of spiritual energy. In this fierce winter day, even the leaves of this tree are falling. It's bare, but there are two green fruits on the top of the partial tree?"

Following Jiang Boxi's gaze, several people raised their necks. The tree is not very tall, about seven or eight meters high.However, the branches are extremely dense and twisted, intertwined and extended, wrapping most of the courtyard in the bosom.And the top of the tree bears two fist-sized fruits, and hangs on the branches like twin fruits. The peel is smooth and green, and it exudes a strong fruit fragrance.

Master Huiren raised his head slightly, and his voice was a little sad: "It's not that the aura is compelling, but this hibiscus tree is an ancient sacred tree, and it was not planted by the old monk. It was just a few years ago, when two old friends of mine were fighting here. After destroying the bodhi originally planted in the courtyard, we planted this hibiscus tree as a gift to me as a compensation. Now that the world is passing by, the old man has passed away for nearly a hundred years."

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in Jing Ran's heart, and he subconsciously turned his head to look for the eldest grandson Qimu, only to see that she was also standing quietly in front of the tree, her brows and eyes were slightly blurred and she couldn't see clearly.

Jiang Baixi blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said, "This fruit is conjoined and the same plant, enchanting and lingering. Could it be that the two old friends, Master, are a loving couple?"

"Prince Xi is right. They were indeed a couple in the past." Master Huiren nodded slightly, as if he didn't want to say more, and instead said gracefully: "Prince Xi is so open-minded like a mirror, and I still look forward to the future." As a king, you should put the people of the world first.”

Jiang Baixi was stunned for a moment, and promised: "That's natural, master can rest assured."

Master Huiren solemnly performed the Buddhist ceremony, and was about to say something more, when Jin Yang suddenly stared at the crown of the tree, and asked thoughtfully: "Dare to ask the master, according to ancient books, Fusang is an ancient sacred tree with no flowers, no fruits, and no leaves. Without roots, how can this tree bear fruit?"

Master Huiren paused for a moment: "Buddha's words stress that sincerity leads to spirit, and the cycle of cause and effect. Maybe it's the wish that the two old people made when they planted trees that day."

Jin Yang lowered his eyes, "The master said that there is a cause and there is an effect, so don't force it without a cause, right?"

Changsun Qimu suddenly cast a thoughtful glance at Jin Yang.

Master Huiren shook his head and said with a smile: "The reincarnation of cause and effect and the reincarnation of heaven and earth are nothing but the principles of Buddhism. This ten-foot-long soft red has its own destiny in the vast world."

Jin Yang seemed to have realized something, nodded and stopped talking.

On the contrary, Jiang Baixi ran forward to touch the trunk with interest, then raised his hand to pinch the branches, and finally looked at the fruit on the top of the tree and smacked: "The fruit of the sacred tree hibiscus, the prince wants to taste what it is."

The eldest grandson Qimu heard the words, and suddenly said: "Jialong Temple is my royal temple in Qingyue. Naturally, this tree, including these two fruits, already has an owner. If Prince Xi wants to taste it, why don't you bring your treasures?" In other words, the dragon-pattern purple jade I saw just now is not bad."

Jiang Baixi's eyes widened and he smacked his tongue: "It's just a fruit, why don't you snatch it from the wooden man!"

"This is the only two fruits in the world. If I were someone else, I wouldn't change it even if I gave it a mountain of gold and silver. How do you think I'm cheating you, Prince Xi?" Changsun Qimu pointed out solemnly , there was a hint of Jiang Baixi's ignorance in his eyes and tone of voice.

Jiang Baixi choked, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it, I can't afford it."

Jing Ran suppressed the curve of the corners of her mouth, turned her body slightly, and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Seeing Jingran's appearance, Changsun Qimu's originally slender and clear lips outlined a very shallow arc.

Master Huiren watched them play with a smile, and there was an unspeakable emotion in his eyes.

After staying for a while, several people followed Master Huiren into the wing.

Although the room is not big, the bed in the northwest corner seems to be made of huanghuali, the square table in the center of the room is made of rouge wood, the wooden benches are made of golden nanmu, and even the oil lamp holder on the side is golden.

...Sure enough, those who are immortal, cold and simple are all used to deceive people.

Jing Ran and Jiang Boxi followed Master Huiren and took their seats one by one, while Jin Yang and Changsun Qimu stood at the same place, staring at the two compact wooden benches with downcast eyes, motionless, with indifferent expressions.

"..." If two people are usually facing each other tit for tat, the people around you will warm up the scene with the phrase 'the eight characters don't match'.However, these two people and Jiang Baixi were born in the same year, the same month, the same day, and even the same time... I have never heard that my horoscope can restrain myself.

Jiang Baixi was sitting steadily, with a posture of watching a play, Jing Ran rubbed his brows, stood up and moved to the side, and the two of them sat down obediently.

Master Hui Ren quietly filled the porcelain cups in front of him with the teapot, and pushed the cups to the eyes of several people as if he didn't notice, and said with a smile: "Although I don't have tea here, but tonight The clear spring of Yashan can wash away the filth of the world and the mud and dirt of the world, and it is hard to find."

Everyone picked up their cups and sipped lightly, only Jiang Boxi pinched the teacup on his fingertips for a while, and said calmly: "Master, don't lie to us, I only know that everyone in the world knows wisdom." Master Ninja, a hexagram is hard to find, but I have never heard that drinking the spring water from Yeya Mountain is also hard to find. If I return this glass of water to you, you will make a hexagram for me?"

"..." Jing Ran gurgled the water he drank, raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at Jiang Baixi.

Master Huiren laughed, and said helplessly: "What did Prince Xi say? The clear spring on Yashan Mountain this night does have some miraculous effects. I am not lying to you, but—" After a pause, his eyes flashed across Jin Yang, and the eldest grandson prayed for peace. Jiang Baixi continued: "The three of you have been approving the hexagrams for you since you were born."

"Oh?" Jiang Baixi was surprised, "Why didn't I know."

"You can go back and ask your father. If not, I will give you another hexagram today." Master Huiren nodded with a smile.

"Well——" Jiang Baixi rolled his eyes, suddenly pointed at Jing Ran, and said with a smile: "Then the master will give this jade beauty a divination today, you see, she has such a good skin, she is so beautiful. The prince is really curious if there is a peach blossom in her life."

Jing Ran's heart tightened suddenly, and he calmly sipped the spring water without speaking.Although she was a good young man with scientism in her previous life, but after coming to this other world to follow the old Taoist to learn astronomy and numerology, she is very clear that some people with advanced cultivation methods can indeed see through some secrets.

And the ancients were really taboo about strange powers and chaotic gods. As for whether she was a ray of soul from another world, the old man never mentioned it, and no one else had the opportunity to criticize her divination. Jiang Baixi mentioned it today. , Whether it was intentional or unintentional, it can be said that he touched her seven inches above.

"The old man really wanted to make a hexagram for Jing Shizi, but he was rudely blocked by the Taoist Master Wuhui, saying how his own apprentice could be passed by others." Master Huiren smiled regretfully. He stopped, and then said: "However, Taoist Master Wuhui's cultivation level is not inferior to that of the old monk. If Prince Xi really wants to know, he can just ask Prince Jing."

Jing Ran thought about it, and smiled: "Master, you also know that the stinky old man has been out of shape all day long. When I went down the mountain, he told me that the art of numerology and astrology is all false."

Master Huiren was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "The Taoist Master Wuhui is more thorough than the old man—" After a pause, he said: "In that case, I have an ancient gown lottery that I got by chance, you can use it as you like." Shake one, the old monk will not make a lottery, I will leave it for confirmation in the future."

As he spoke, Master Huiren swept away his sleeves, and a shiny black wooden tube quietly appeared on the table.

Jiang Baixi blinked his peach blossom eyes, and said with interest: "Very good." He picked up the wooden cylinder and looked it up and down, and felt that it was not as mysterious and heavy as imagined, except that it was indeed very simple and unusually heavy. It's complicated, but the whole body is bare, black and shiny.

"Since I suggested it, why don't I start?" Jiang Boxi raised his head to symbolically solicit the opinions of several people.

Jing Ran glanced at her lightly, nodded seriously, and said, "If you come first, you come first, and you must sign the lottery."

"Yu Mei, you are getting more and more unkind!" Jiang Baixi glared at Jing Ran, snorted softly, and shook his arms around the barrel.

After shaking it a few times, a wooden stick fell onto the table with a 'snap', and all of them stared at it. The whole stick was not as simple as the cylinder, but was painted with complex and smooth beautiful patterns, and these patterns were not like It was carved, but it seemed that someone directly carved it with internal force.

Jing Ran's eyes narrowed. To be able to draw such a complicated but smooth and beautiful pattern, this person not only needs to have deep internal strength, but also needs very precise fingering assistance. thing.

Jiang Boxi put down the wooden tube, picked up the wooden stick, glanced at it, and said aloud: "Don't be afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, just because you are in this mountain."

This lottery can deal with Jiang Baixi's already extremely noble status, and he will be the Ninth Five-Year One in the future, so naturally he is not afraid of floating clouds.

Jiang Baixi pouted boredly, put the stick back, and handed it to Jin Yang on the right.

Jin Yang took a look at the barrel, then picked it up with one hand and shook it lightly. After a while, she saw a wooden stick that just popped out but couldn't fall down. She put down the wooden stick and pulled it out.

Jiang Baixi leaned over carelessly and read out for her directly: "One thought of fate and obsession, one leaf of Bodhi and one futility."

The air was suffocated for a moment, Jin Yang stared at the wooden stick for a moment, then returned it with a chuckle, and pushed it to Jing Ran who was next.

Jing Ran lowered his eyes and watched the wooden cylinder not moving, Jiang Baixi urged: "Hurry up, Yumei, it's getting late, we have to rush back to Beijing!"

Jingran stretched out his hand to put on the wooden tube, and suddenly a sound transmitted into the ear floated into his ears, and the eldest grandson Qimu Qinglie said in his unique soft voice: "Just shake it, if you don't want it to come out, it's fine." I can't even shake it."

Jing Ran's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes almost inaudibly to look at the eldest grandson Qimu whose face was still calm, and shook the table with one hand.

After shaking with one hand for a while, there was no movement, Jing Ran raised his eyebrows, changed his hand and shook it dozens of times, but still the wooden stick did not fall off, and shook both hands together for a while, still there was no movement, Jing Ran put down the wooden cylinder, Everyone turned their attention to Master Huiren.

There was a strange look in Master Huiren's eyes, and he said: "There is no need to shake it anymore. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one pieces in this gown, but now one is missing, and the one that is missing - it is the one that was not returned. The priest took it away."

Jing Ran was surprised for a moment, glanced at Changsun Qimu from the corner of the eye, and saw her shake her head slightly.

There was also a strange look in the eyes of Jin Yang and Jiang Baixi, and Jiang Baixi raised his brows and asked: "The master, does the master know what is written on the sign?"

Master Huiren shook his head, and said helplessly, "That stick was snatched by Taoist Master Wuhui, and it must be protected tightly. I really don't know."

Jiang Boxi pursed his lips unhappily, and said to his eldest grandson Qimu: "Then it's your turn, the wooden man, finish smoking quickly so we can go down the mountain."

Grandson Qimu stood up, "Since it's getting late, I won't smoke, let's go."

Jin Yang glanced at her and didn't speak, but stood up first.Jiang Baixi thought for a while, anyway, he wanted to see this beautiful woman, so he also stood up.

Master Huiren swept his sleeves lightly again, and placed a small white porcelain bottle in front of his eldest grandson Qimu, "The emperor is busy with business, and it is a blessing to have a good night's sleep. This is the water agarwood consecrated by a Buddhist temple. You are praying for the emperor. Come on, take this back with you."

"Thank you, master." Changsun Qimu was taken aback for a moment, then took it with both hands and put it in his sleeve.

Master Huiren nodded, then smiled at Jing Ran and said, "Master Jing, do you still remember the chess game agreement ten years ago?"

Jing Ran raised his eyebrows: "Of course I remember, if the stinky old man doesn't come this year, Jing Ran will accept the appointment for the teacher."

Master Huiren nodded in satisfaction, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

A few people bid farewell to Master Huiren, and walked down the mountain on the way they came.

The author has something to say: Hey, this chapter is a bit nagging (no!

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