Lingtai Temple, at the foot of the mountain.

Ji Qingning and the little maid were riding on the horse's back. From a distance, you could see the temple hidden among the green mountains and cypresses. A bell sounded in the distance, which was so majestic and shocking that it cleanses people's hearts.

After suffering in the academy for ten days, it was a rare holiday. Ji Qingning did not plan to visit the temple, but just wandered around the streets. The little maid, who usually chattered like a magpies, seemed to have her mouth dropped in the yard and didn't take her out, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

I was absent-minded and even became much slower in my reaction.

Ji Qingning could see at a glance that the little maid was worried that their father would encounter danger when he went to the southwest. He could not stop their trip to the southwest, nor could he follow him. The more he thought about it, the more he became more worried, and the more he felt more afraid he became.

Ji Qingning comforted her a few words, and the little maid looked at her with red eyes, "Girl, let's go to Lingtai Temple to invite Ping Anfu to the master and my father."

Ji Qingning couldn't bear to let go of the little maid's filial piety. So, the master and servant rushed to Lingtai Temple with whips.

It was noon, and there were not many pilgrims at Lingtai Temple. The master and servant went up the mountain, tied the horses, and headed straight to the Great Hall.

First, burn incense and pray for blessings, praying to the Bodhisattva to bless Ji Huaishan and Uncle Tie to safely go to the southwest, and successfully investigate the case of corruption.

The little maid knelt on the cushion and muttered, feeling that she had asked too much, and then quickly said, "Bodhisattva, don't think I'm greedy. If you really can't find out the case, you must bless the master and my father to be safe."

The little maid has always been cautious in spending money. This time, she added 200 taels of indulgent oil, which is quite meaningful to spend money to report safety.

When Ji Qingning asked God and worshipped Buddha, he didn't know whether it was useful or not, but the little maid who was still nervous on the way here, praying for blessings and adding incense and oil, the uneasiness on her face disappeared.

The little maid took two Ping Anfu from the hands of the little shaman. The little maid carefully put her in her arms, then looked at Ji Qingning and said, "Are we going to have vegetarian food in Lingtai Temple or go back to eat?"

Ji Qingning smiled and said, "Let's find the Taoist priest who tells me the fortunes first."

The little maid pouted and said, "That Taoist priest is precious to tell fortunes, and it's two taels of silver."

Two hundred taels of spice oil, the little maid didn't blink her eyes, and two taels of fortune telling were expensive.

But it's good to calculate. I asked the Bodhisattva for blessing. If she tells fortunes again, she won't have to worry, otherwise she will be worried all day long, unable to eat well and unable to sleep. Before her father and the master came back, she would be skinny and thin.

The little maid was impatient and pulled Ji Qingning to go upstairs to the Taoist priest I saw. From a distance, she saw the Taoist priest sitting there with a look of melancholy.

The business is cold.

Ji Qingning walked over, the little maid held the table with her hands, looked at the Taoist priest and said, "Master, do you still remember us?"

The Taoist priest looked at them like looking at the silver ingot and smiled, "How come he can't remember?"

If he hadn't been from their way out for two taels of silver, he wouldn't have been able to carry it now. He left the last three copper coins this morning and bought two vegetarian buns. He was not full and hungry and was worried that the lunch would not be settled, so they would have come.

"Come on, sit down quickly," the Taoist politely greeted.

Ji Qingning's mouth twitched. The Taoist priest who was not used to the fairy-like and Taoist priest was so attentive. I'm sorry for his face.

Ji Qingning sat down and the Taoist priest asked, "Is my fortune-telling correct last time?"

Last time, I took the initiative to give him two liang and came to find him again. It must be that the hexagram was accurate, and there was a return visitor.

Ji Qingning was about to speak, but the little maid said, "Do you think for my master? Will you encounter danger when you go out this time?"

The money is coming.

The Taoist priest was smiling in his eyes, and he took out his pen and ink, "Do you know the eight characters?"

The little maid hurriedly posted Ji Huaishan’s birthday and horoscope poster.

The Taoist priest wrote it on paper. After writing, he put down his pen, calculated it with his hands, and then his eyebrows were twisted into a trickle and looked at the little maid, "Did you remember the horoscope wrong?"

The little maid looked at him, "No."

"This is impossible," the Taoist priest shook his head.

"What's impossible?" the little maid asked ignorantly.

The Taoist priest continued to look at the eight characters, and Ji Qingning asked, "What's wrong with these eight characters?"

The Taoist priest did not answer, but asked, "Ling Zun's body is strong?"

Ji Qingning nodded, "It's not bad."

The Taoist priest's frown could kill the flies.

It's over.

It's over.

After finally delivering it to the door, he encountered him not being good at learning skills.

No matter how he looks at these horoscopes, he died prematurely, and he could not survive twenty years, but his father not only lived well, but also had a strong body, which was inconsistent with what he learned from his master.

The little maid asked anxiously, "How?"

The Taoist priest looked at the little maid, then looked at Ji Qingning again.

Forget it.

Anyway, it is not the first time that they cheated their master and servant. It is nothing to throw their conscience once and then throw it away again.

The Taoist priest took out the copper coins, then fell on the table, looked at it for a few times and said, "Lingzun is a blessed person. This trip will not only be dangerous, but will also return with a full load."

The little maid was happy and said deliberately, "You didn't mean to say good things about us, right?"

The Taoist priest glanced at the little maid, "If I could speak nicely, would the hexagram stall be so deserted?"

"Since ancient times, loyal words are unpleasant, good medicine is bitter, and people outside the prescription must keep their original hearts."

"I definitely won't do anything like cheating money!"

The little maid must be willing to believe in the Taoist priest, but no matter how she looks, she thinks that the Taoist priest doesn't look like a capable person. She said cautiously, "Then do you think my young master will be in danger recently..."

The Taoist priest looked at Ji Qingning and said, "Eight Characters."

The little maid wanted to report, but was stopped by Ji Qingning.

The original owner is dead. God knows whether the Taoist priest will see clues from his horoscope. Ji Qingning smiled and said, "Can you see the face?"

The Taoist priest looked at Ji Qingning's face and swept up and down, left and right back and forth. He had never seen such a good person as Sanyan Wuting. The Taoist priest said, "Young Master is going to have wealth today."

He looked again, "In the northeast."

The Taoist priest raised his hand and Ji Qingning looked over with him.

She has good fortune recently. She can meet someone who finds fault when she goes out to give her money, but the direction the Taoist pointed was exactly the opposite of the direction she returned to her home. She would not go to the northeast direction. How could she make money in that direction?

I heard the Taoist priest add another sentence, "You need to walk on foot, you cannot ride a horse."

Ji Qingning looked at the Taoist priest and said, "Forget it, it's related to how to go?"

The Taoist priest smiled and looked unfathomable, "It is not only related to the direction, the way of walking, but also to the wind. I can only see the mystery of this."

If you don’t go to the northeast and can’t make money in the northeast, it has nothing to do with him.

However, he did see that he was going to be lucky, but he couldn't calculate the direction, and the time was even less clear. He learned a half-hearted person and finally encountered a sucker. He would rather talk a little more than keep his feathers.

Ji Qingning looked for Taoist priests just to see if he was still here. After all, she still kept the signature, and she had not yet figured out a way to find her two best friends.

"I hope you can calculate accurately," said Ji Qingning.

The Taoist priest raised four fingers and said, "Chenghui Siliang."

The little maid bulged her cheeks, "Isn't it two liang?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Two hexagrams."

Ji Qingning stood up and said, "Are you keep telling fortunes here?"

Taoist priest said, "You can leave Beijing after using up the money you have on your body."

"What if I can't use it all," the little maid said curiously.

"I can't finish it, so I'll stay here," said Taoist.

This is the divination that the master calculated for him before he left the door.

Before he met their master and servant today, he had been thinking about this problem. The master asked him to use up the money before he could go back to find him, but after the money was used up, he had no money. How could he go back? Could it be that he had to beg for food all the way?
Chapter completed!