Chapter 211: Two hundred and eighteen, those who harm women's work (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)

Two hundred and eighteen, those who harm women's work (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)

No way, the gentleman also guards against craftsman's work. Two hundred and eighteen, those who harm women's work. Summer Solstice is coming, the days are long and the nights are short, and it is noon, the sun is high.

In the Zhao Mu Pavilion halfway up Mount Dagu, two people are resting, looking like visitors coming up the mountain to burn incense.

"Does Brother Six really admire this woman?"

The man carrying the box who spoke at this moment turned his head calmly and asked the other sword-clothed young man.

Wei Shaoxuan shook his fan, wearing a snow-white sword suit today, dressed like a wealthy young master, looking at the scenery on the west bank of Butterfly Creek at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly turned to ask back:

"Does Godfather think this move is inappropriate?"

Qiu Qi nodded and said: "Her family doesn't seem to give Brother Six face."

Wei Shaoxuan, who had just been rejected, shook his head and sighed:

"Godfather, you can't say that. After all, their family's encounter can be considered indirectly caused by our Wei clan. Being polite and cautious towards us is also human nature."

Wei Shaoxuan narrowed his eyes with a slightly feminine peach-blossom look and smiled:

"Besides, we've only known each other for a short time. I invited the eldest son of the Li family and the little lady of the Li family to come to this famous temple to burn incense together. It does seem a bit too familiar."

Qiu Qi looked at the smiling young man sideways, as if asking, knowing it's a closed door, why do you still go to eat it?

Wei Shaoxuan laughed:

"Foster father doesn't understand this; if this were on the battlefield, this is called showing the enemy weakness. Isn't it quite good to let people think I am a Wei family young master who doesn't understand the world and is simple and easy to fool? In the storytelling books of the Luoyang teahouses, this is called playing the pig to eat the tiger."

Qiu Qi shook his head, as if not understanding this interest.

After being silent for a while, the man carrying the box said faintly: "Brother Six doesn't look like someone who loves beauty."

Wei Shaoxuan's enthusiastic words stopped, his expression softened, and he sighed:

"Mainly because she looks like her, and even more stunning..." He paused, turned to look at the mountain, his expression dazed and muttering: "It's just too similar..."

Qiu Qi frowned rarely, scolding: "Absurd!"

Wei Shaoxuan stopped his words immediately, didn't say any more, curled his lips, and said indifferently:

"I only tell Godfather about this."

Wei Shaoxuan lowered his eyes to look at the ground.

Qiu Qi was silent for a while, glancing at the fierce mountain wind outside the pavilion.

The man carrying the box suddenly changed his standing position, facing away from the pavilion, as if shielding something, turned his face to the sword-clothed young man in the pavilion, and said concisely:

"Young and vigorous, complicated thoughts, some dirty private desires, it's normal, but don't delay the main business."

"Also, don't let anyone other than me know about these thoughts, understand?"

Qiu Qi's expression was unusually serious. It was no wonder he was so serious. After all, human ethics and principles were things even emperors had to consider, although for him, who was of Xianbei origin, this bit of transgression didn't count for much.

"Don't worry, Godfather. I just think about it occasionally. My words and actions have their own sense of propriety."

Wei Shaoxuan suddenly raised his face, revealing three white teeth, and smiled:

"It's just that I accidentally made Godfather suffer with me. The Su family has been negligent and offensive to Godfather these two days. Please Godfather, be magnanimous and tolerant. After all... they don't have many days left."

Qiu Qi looked at him more.

Wei Shaoxuan asked with a strange expression:

"Godfather wouldn't think that I want to protect her whole family, right?"

He shook his head:

"Sword and beauty, who doesn't love them? As for the others, why bother with so many nosy things? Being able to leave cleanly and easily, why bring a family of burdens?"

Wei Shaoxuan smiled embarrassedly, shook his fan lightly, and walked to the edge of the pavilion. He squinted at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, as if remembering the scene of going to that Su Fu to enthusiastically invite the "Su siblings" this morning but being rejected and not seeing their shadows.

Wei Shaoxuan sighed:

"Godfather, what if we make a small change to the script we agreed on and add a hero saving the beauty?"

Qiu Qi nodded slightly: "Can. Prince Wei's instructions and your private desires don't delay each other."

Wei Shaoxuan laughed heartily:

"Let's go, Godfather, let's continue up the mountain."

Soon, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi left the Zhao Mu Pavilion and went to Donglin Temple on the mountain together.

Today, Donglin Temple seemed to be holding some temple fair again. Along the way, it was full of endless believers, pilgrims, and lay Buddhists.

Arriving at the crowded square outside the main hall, Wei Shaoxuan looked at the pilgrims curiously.

Qiu Qi suddenly said: "As expected of Donglin Temple, the ancestral court of the Lotus Pure Land Sect, such prosperous incense."

"Did Godfather discover something?"

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at Qiu Qi.

Unlike him who was looking at the bustling pedestrians, Qiu Qi hugged his chest and looked up, looking coldly at the blue sky above.

As if he could see some kind of ethereal thing invisible to the naked eye.

"Nothing."

Qiu Qi shook his head, a bit emotional:

"It's a place of vigorous Qi."

"The Feng Shui of this mountain is naturally gifted, and the location where this temple was built was also pointed out by experts, suppressing the earth veins, naturally a treasure land for gathering Qi."

"It's also a famous temple in Jiang Nan, with many pilgrims burning incense, and the incense has been burning for years, gathering Qi for many years, only then can it have such a magnificent scene."

"The Yunmeng Marsh upstream is very domineering in siphoning water Qi from all directions, like a greedy glutton. The downstream of Yunmeng Marsh, which should have suffered and been Yin-heavy and Yang-weak, this mountain and this temple should be one of the only two treasure lands for gathering Qi. The other is on the other mountain on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, which is the place where the sword furnace was built..."

Qiu Qi nodded and said faintly:

"I heard that this county has frequent floods. Besides the Yunmeng Marsh being naturally moody, it might also be because of being sucked dry and dragged down by these two mountains. Above and below the mountain, it also fits the way of Yin and Yang offsetting each other."

"It's a pity that this Lotus Sect Donglin Temple has already cut off that lineage of incense. This rich incense Qi has nowhere to be used. It should have been able to nurture a top-grade Qi practitioner."

Hearing the words "top-grade Qi practitioner," Wei Shaoxuan immediately stopped talking, his attitude becoming much more serious.

He looked left and right, his expression no longer as frivolous and casual as when he walked into the temple gate, and asked in a lower voice:

"This place is vigorous in Qi, can Godfather use it for himself?"

Qiu Qi shook his head:

"Different paths cannot be taken together. The Dao lineage is different, and the Qi refining techniques are also different. Everyone's affinity for Qi is even more different. Besides, who knows if there are 'hedges' set by experts who built the temple here? This official has no blessing to enjoy it, and Brother Six can't either."

One sentence immediately cut off Wei Shaoxuan's thoughts.

Qiu Qi nodded again: "However, it can be used to cover up some movements with this prosperous incense Qi, saving the use of suppression objects."

The man carrying the box looked south at the foot of the mountain: "This place is good in everything, except it's too close to that place."

Wei Shaoxuan heard this and glanced at the wooden sword box that his Godfather had been carrying on his back.

This was a suppression object.

Besides the function of hiding swords.

It could also hide people.

Containing ten thousand Qi.

Wei Shaoxuan silently withdrew his gaze, regretting and sighing:

"It's really a pity. Otherwise, if sword, Qi, and beauty all appear, this place is truly a blessed land for me, Wei Shaoxuan, a place to soar."

Qiu Qi scolded coldly:

"Blessings and misfortunes, how can one occupy all the good things? I advise Brother Six not to hold this thought often, and act cautiously."

"Yes, Godfather, I've been taught."

Wei Shaoxuan stood up in awe and nodded seriously.

Seeing that his attitude seemed to be firmly remembered, Qiu Qi nodded slightly. The relationship between the two was both father and teacher.

Afterwards, Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi went straight to the main hall.

In the hall, Wei Shaoxuan donated a large sum of incense money, turned to speak a few words to the surprised guest-receiving monk, and reported a name faintly.

The guest-receiving monk lowered his head to flip through the roster and asked respectfully with a single palm salute:

"May I ask if you are the distinguished guest invited by benefactor Li Li? Please follow this poor monk inside."

After a while, the two were led by the guest-receiving monk, walked out of the back door of the main hall, passed through a winding corridor, and finally arrived at a quiet bamboo forest.

Among the emerald bamboo forest, a few flying eaves of blue tiles could be vaguely seen.

There were a few huts with white walls and black tiles, full of Zen meaning.

"This is it, the two benefactors, please come in, this little monk will go pour tea."

The guest-receiving monk led Wei Shaoxuan and the two to one of the elegant huts and resigned.

Looking over, I saw two people already in the hut, sitting at the tea table, waiting with serious expressions.

They were a Persian merchant with a mustache and a sickly-looking young man in brocade clothes.

They were Li Li and Liu Zian.

Seeing the guests finally arrive, the two hurriedly stood up to welcome them.

Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qi looked sideways at Liu Zian, walked past him calmly, took off their shoes, and entered the room.

This tacit understanding of raising their heads showed that they had a secret agreement before, and they came here to discuss secrets today.

Li benefactor introduced, Liu Zian looked at Wei Shaoxuan with a smile, his expression seemed to be relieved, and he bowed respectfully:

"Young Master Wei, you've finally come. This official has been looking forward to it and has been waiting here for your arrival since noon."

Wei Shaoxuan smiled and asked back: "Does this young master have the habit of arriving early?"

Liu Zian:...

He looked at Li benefactor and met his gaze, the corners of his mouth twitching imperceptibly.

Wei Shaoxuan walked to the main seat by the table, sat down directly, grabbed the teapot, and wanted to pour tea, but was snatched by Liu Zian, who poured tea for him flatteringly.

Wei Shaoxuan let go of the pot, his eyes looking up, looking at him.

"Young Master Wei." Liu Zian wanted to speak.

"Amitabha."

At this time, an old monk with white beard and black cassock walked in slowly from outside, followed by a guest-receiving monk pouring tea.

"Sorry, this old monk is late." Master Venerable Shan Dao's face revealed some apology.

Liu Zian frowned slightly, "Master, go get busy first..."

The uninvited Venerable Shan Dao seemed not to hear, the old monk with white whiskers looked calmly at the effeminate young master with peach-blossom eyes who was drinking tea indifferently; in his peripheral vision, the guest-welcoming monk beside him also nodded slightly, signaling that this person was the devout donor who had casually donated a large sum of incense money.

"Benefactor is pious towards Buddha and came from afar. This old monk failed to welcome you, really sorry.

"Sigh, this old monk was originally receiving good guests in the main hall, but just now a young friend of a forgotten-year friendship suddenly came to the small temple. Seeing his worries and confusion, as if he had fog on his life direction, following the principle of my Buddha's compassion and always saving people, this old monk pulled him to chat for a while and guided him.

"Now I think he has suddenly opened up, and he is even preparing to stay in my temple for a few days, going to the Pure Land Underground Palace to relax his mood... This old monk was delayed for some time because of this."

Seeing everyone looking over, Master Venerable Shan Dao looked around and smiled kindly:

"You benefactors look like people who have affinity with my Buddha. This old monk has to come."

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head, looking at the current host of Donglin Temple with interest. After all, he had just talked to people about this temple not being simple.

According to his Godfather, who was knowledgeable and knew many secrets, this temple was a blessed land, but I don't know why, it cut off the original Qi practitioner lineage.

Wei Shaoxuan smiled and clapped his hands:

"No problem, Master, saving people is important. Please come in, sit anywhere."

Liu Zian, who was impatient, was stunned, wanting to speak but stopping.

Master Venerable Shan Dao looked at him without blinking, revealing a troubled expression: "Hmm, should not have disturbed the important business of you benefactors, right?"

Liu Zian:...

Wei Shaoxuan sipped tea and smiled: "No hurry. Master, chat first."

Master Venerable Shan Dao nodded slightly, sat down without hesitation, tidied up his black cassock, and looked like a fairy-like person. He joined his hands:

"Amitabha, this old monk observes the benefactor's face. Have you been troubled by peach blossoms recently?"

"Oh, so accurate?"

Master Venerable Shan Dao smiled: "Does benefactor need to draw a lot? The marriage lot in my temple has always been extremely spiritual, and many people come to fulfill their vows."

Wei Shaoxuan also smiled: "Then give me one, give Master face. If the lot is accurate, I will donate another five hundred taels when I fulfill the vow another day."

Master Venerable Shan Dao was secretly happy and immediately took out a lot tube from his cassock sleeve and handed it over.

This skilled action made Wei Shaoxuan raise his eyebrows slightly, lowered his eyes to take it, shook it "clack clack" lightly, and a bamboo lot flew out.

Everyone looked, only to see six characters engraved on the bamboo lot:

Meeting someone who is not virtuous.

Master Venerable Shan Dao's old face flushed.

This simple meaning didn't even need him to flexibly interpret the lot; it was undoubtedly the worst lot.

The white-bearded old monk quickly straightened his expression, his tone serious:

"Benefactor, you don't know. In the small temple, the first lot usually doesn't count. Please draw another one."

Saying that, he quickly reached out, grabbed the bamboo lot on the ground, and threw it into his sleeve.

Wei Shaoxuan looked at the serious old monk, nodded slightly, shook the lot tube again, and a bamboo lot flew out.

Everyone looked again. This time, there were fewer words on the bamboo lot, only five characters.

"Harmful to women's work?"

Li benefactor frowned and read it out, noticing the sudden silence in the air, he asked suspiciously: "How to interpret it?"

Liu Zian had some knowledge and whispered:

"The so-called women's work refers to those who weave and embroider clothes, but they are not the ones wearing the clothes. Because women's work is hard to embroider, they have always buried their heads in hard work and cannot enjoy the objects, so they sigh, therefore..."

"Isn't this making wedding clothes for others? If it's a marriage lot, it means pulling strings for others..."

Li benefactor's words stuck, his eyes aiming over.

Wei Shaoxuan immediately straightened his face.

What kind of unlucky marriage lot is this?

"Also... can't be interpreted this way. Who says women's work can't wear clothes in the end? Aren't there many girls in the boudoir who do their own women's work and make their own wedding clothes... Middle lot, benefactor, this is at least a middle lot!"

Liu Zian curled his lips and muttered: "Women are middle lots, which can be interpreted this way, but for men, how can there be things like weaving wedding clothes for themselves to wear?"

Being dismantled, Master Venerable Shan Dao's expression changed slightly. He suddenly turned his head and asked the guest-receiving monk with a confused expression: "Xiuse, what did you just say? Xiufa knocked over the incense burner in the Arhat Hall again?"

The guest-receiving monk was completely confused. Master Venerable Shan Dao turned his face and sighed apologetically to everyone: "Amitabha, urgent matter in the temple, this old monk will go first. Benefactors, chat slowly, this old man won't disturb you, won't disturb..."

The white-bearded old monk quickly picked up the spiritual lot tube that he used to earn incense money in the past, lifted the long hem of his cassock, and walked away quickly, his bald head not looking back at all.

In the hut, everyone's mouth twitched, speechless.

The gentleman is on the big recommendation list, welcome new good brothers. By the way, brothers who like the gentleman's writing style can also go check out Xiao Rong's old Xianxia book "I Have a Sword Immortal Xiao Niangzi." Maybe you'll like it too. Water is enough to fill you up, cough cough. ===== CHAPTER 212 =====