Chapter 315: Helping the phoenix to get the spirit
This is the worst era, this is the best era.
The former is for the vast majority of people in the Ming Dynasty. They have never suffered so much in the 170 years since the founding of the country; the latter is for Taoist priests of the Ming Dynasty. They have never been so glorious in the 170 years after the founding of the country...
Emperor Jiajing was so obsessed with immortality and favored Taoist priests so much that he rewarded almost everything he could to the disciples of the Three Pure Land. The Taoist priests received even more of the grand ethics than the previous 170 years, and they even established two generations of Tianshi, Shao Yuanjie and Tao Zhongwen.
First, Shao Yuanjie, a Taoist priest on the Qing Palace of Longhu Mountain, was granted the title of Tianshi and the title of Minister of Rites. He was appointed as the Minister of Rites. He was appointed as the general Taoism, and was given purple clothes and jade belts, his wife and sons, and his parents were honored. Now, Tao Zhongwen, a fellow disciple who succeeded him, was given a first-class uniform because of his great achievements. He was awarded the title of Young Master, Young Master, Young Master, Young Guard, and his glory had reached the peak of his ministers.
The power of role models is infinite. Attracted by two successful people, countless people dream of becoming Taoist priests, who are already Taoist priests, and dream of becoming the third heavenly master. So countless people squeezed in front of Taoist temples in various places, requesting to store the door wall and engage in the very promising profession of Taoist priests; countless Taoist priests left their Taoist temples, gathered from various provinces to Beijing, requesting Taoist priests to store the door wall and become the successor of the Heavenly Master... one of them.
Our Lan Daoxing was with the dream of taking over Tao Zhongwen, and he went from his hometown in Shandong to the capital. But when he arrived in Beijing, he realized that the pool was too deep and there were too many people here. Any Taoist priest could do several magical skills. He, a country bumpkin who only knew how to write spirits, was immediately dwarfed and could not even get into the eyes of Tao Tianshi... The disciple's eyes, let alone taking him as his master, he could not even be his disciple.
In desperation, he came up with a curve to save the country and prepared to take office through Tao Zhongwen's descendants. After some great effort inquiring, he finally found out that Tao Tianshi's only grandson, who had been sleeping in the flowers and lofty alley for a long time...
"So, I came and saw him smoothly." Lan Daoxing said depressedly: "At first, he was very happy that he heard that I wanted to hang out with him, until he was about to try my skills..."
"Ah...that must be your fault, right?" Zhu Shisan said with a smile.
"How is that possible?" Lan Daoxing glared at the beard and said, "I have been in the industry for twenty years and have been invited to the gods thousands of times. I have never missed it once, and that time is no exception."
"Why?" Shen Mo smiled and said, "He should be willing to be with such accurate predictions."
"The problem is that it's too accurate!" Lan Daoxing looked around, and there was no one else, then lowered his voice and said, "I measured that boy's indescribable hidden secret, and he turned against me at that time."
"What is the hidden secret?" Shen Mo asked knowingly.
"That's that..." Lan Daoxing said as he stretched out his index finger, straightened it first, and then bent the track.
After concluding his thoughts, Lan Daoxing had enough food and drink, patted his stomach and said, "All right, for you to treat me to dinner and listen to me to make a bitter taste, I will give you a free spirit for you? This is a great reward for the guests. In Shandong, it's forty taels of silver at a time." As he said that, he took out a portable sand table spirit pen from his back, showing his professional style.
Shen Mo also wanted to see if he was really capable, so he said to Zhu Shisan: "Brother Thirteen, you can try it first."
Zhu Shisan smiled and said, "What can I ask if I have Zhong??"
"You can ask about family affairs, national affairs, big and small matters," Lan Daoxing said with a smile.
Zhu Shisan scratched his head and thought, "Then I will ask, my..."
But Lan Daoxing waved his hand and stopped him and said, "Don't say it, you won't show my ability if you say it."
The two of them were now hung up because generally speaking the spirit mediums asked the spirit medium to ask the spirit medium to first say the questions they were asked, or write them on paper, and then the spirit medium asked the gods to record them according to the questions of the seeker, and then wrote them down and answered them.
But Lan Daoxing didn't ask what the other party asked for. It was obviously more advanced and made people believe that he was really connected with ghosts and gods. He took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Shisan and said, "Write down your problem and fold it, don't let the second person see it, otherwise it will not work."
Zhu Shisan wrote as he said, folded the yellow paper into a square shape, and handed it back to him. When Lan Daoxing took it, he didn't look at it. He flicked it with his fingers, and the paper burned almost and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.
"I have given your question to Miss Zi, and now I'll ask her to come down to earth to answer it!" Lan Daoxing said, and he wore a big red flower in his ear, bowing to the north, "If my son-in-law is not here, my aunt will return, and my sister-in-law can come out!" The voice was sometimes close and sometimes far, and it was extremely sacred.
The two of them stared at him with wide eyes. After a while, Lan Daoxing covered his face with his wide sleeves, and trembled like a sieve all over his body. He looked like he was possessed by something.
Just as the two of them were attracted by Lan Daoxing's crazy appearance, the spirit pen quietly rested on the sand table suddenly jumped up without any warning, and the pen was serpent on the sand table, which scared the two of them their eyes almost fell off.
I saw that the sand table gradually wrote a crooked font "It's not Ding Si, but Wu Wu". Zhu Shisan was very excited when he saw it, and actually knelt down and kowtowed, and thanked him repeatedly.
When he got up again, Zhu Shisan looked at Lan Daoxing, and said to Shen Mo: "Brother, ask if you can still be ranked first this year." Shen Mo was even nervous and squirted and said, "Forget it, it's just a mess."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Daoxing's arm was put down and lay softly on the table, as if he fainted. Zhu Shisan held a bowl of realgar wine in his mouth, squirted it on Lan Daoxing's face before awakening him.
With his eyes dull, Lan Daoxing murmured, "Where am I?" It was indeed a question that must be asked when he woke up from a coma.
"Lan Shenxian, you are in Yuebin Tower..." Zhu Shisan wiped his face with a towel and said, "I just wrote a spirit to the villain..."
"Oh..." Lan Daoxing nodded slowly and said, "I remembered it, what were you asking? What did Zi Gu say?"
"I am not in my thirties yet, but I have no son yet, so I asked for my child's breath." Zhu Shisan said happily: "The Empress replied, saying that this is either this year or next year." Then he took out a silver bag from his arms and presented it with both hands: "This little money will be used to replenish your body first. After my son is born, there will be another gift."
"It's not that I'm talking about you, I'm so polite..." Lan Daoxing reached out and wanted to get it, but when he saw Shen Mo's eyes that seemed to be smiling, he couldn't help but shiver and said embarrassedly: "I say it was for nothing, why are you giving it to me?"
"It must be given." Zhu Shisan insisted, Lan Daoxing insisted on not wanting it, and just pushed each other and gave way. The scene was very touching. After silent, he smiled and said, "Brother Thirteenth is not short of this little money, Master Lan will take it."
Lan Daoxing then accepted the matter with guilt and said, "Even if you lend me what I have, I will return it several times when I am successful." Then the two of them called each other brothers and said, "I'm so happy that they can't drink much." They were silent and didn't drink much, as if they were thinking about something.
After a while, it was dark and Lan Daoxing said goodbye. Zhu Shisan couldn't help but go downstairs together. While Zhu Shisan was going to check the accounts, he smiled silently and said to Lan Daoxing: "What a quick method."
Lan Daoxing was stunned and said, "What does it mean?"
I looked at the silence of no one around and whispered: "As soon as the paper he wrote reached your hand, you would be thrown away. In fact, you burned a blank piece of yellow paper, then pretended to be possessed, blocked our sight with your sleeves, peeked at the words written on the paper, and according to the problem, touched the transparent silk thread on both hands..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lan Daoxing, who was embarrassed, smiled embarrassedly and said, "You are good, I'm just making a living. Don't expose me." It was considered a disguised admission.
Silent chuckled, "I will still be waiting for you here tomorrow afternoon. If you come, I will not expose you."
"Is there anything wrong?" Lan Daoxing was slightly surprised, "Why not say it now?"
"I have some small matters to you, and I haven't thought about stopping at this moment. I'd better talk about it tomorrow afternoon. You must come, otherwise I'll spread the whole city to you and say that you, God Lan, is a fake God." He smiled silently and maliciously: "So see you all."
Seeing that he gave such a reminder and holding his own handle, Lan Daoxing had no choice but to agree. At this time, Zhu Shisan came out of it, and the two sides parted ways. See you next day.
On the way back, he silently said to Zhu Shisan: "Don't go back now, let's go to Youpeng Inn, I'll go and pick up things."
"What?" Zhu Shisan said curiously.
"Keep confidential." Chen Si patted his arm and said, "I'll know tomorrow."
"Tsk, rare." Zhu Shisan curled his lips.
"But I'll say Thirteenth Brother," said silently: "If you want to have a happy son, you have to work hard, otherwise Zi Gu wouldn't do it correctly."
Chapter completed!