Chapter 329: Brainless and Unhappy

"Mysterious Feather Mountain, Mysterious Feather Mountain......"

The smooth road, wheels turning—each sound enters the ear.

Xuan Feixing heard the wheel sounds and muttering beside his ears, withdrew his gaze staring into the distance, and raised his hand to whip the horse again.

Fu Cuzi was still repeatedly muttering the three words 'Mysterious Feather Mountain'; momentarily inattentive, he almost staggered and fell forward into the carriage.

Fu Cuzi already had some complaints about the stiff-looking guard before the carriage; now he is even more dissatisfied:

"Ah, you're so fidgety; I don't know why the female emperor lets you follow along."

"Do you know who I am? I am the Celestial Master, the Celestial Master! When the female emperor ascends the throne someday, I will become the State Master; treating me like this, someday......"

Xuan Feixing didn't even turn his head, raised his hand and whipped again:

"Someone in the distance is watching us."

Just a few words made Fu Cuzi's heart startle.

Fu Cuzi suddenly lifted the carriage curtain and looked back——

However, his vision was ordinary; upon looking back, aside from a swirl of yellow dust on the official road, he didn't even see a fly.

Fu Cuzi wrinkled his overly young face, which usually made it hard to convince others, thought left and right, then still took out three copper coins he had long kept in his bosom, and began to cast the six lines.

Daoist arts differ, each having its own strengths.

He usually excels at aura-watching and fate-peeking techniques, has little interest in other things, and dislikes taking out the copper coins his master left him.

But today......

It's not that he can't see the person following him; what does that person actually look like!

Watching aura, watching aura, you also need to be able to see the other's aura!

As for palm reading, that's even impossible to see!

If the other party were truly a villain, intent on killing and looting, surely one couldn't, on the brink of death, still say, "Sir, spare my life, extend your hand so I can look, I'll tell your fortune"?

Fu Cuzi still remembers his master's teachings from before he came down the mountain.

Master said, "Even a Bodhisattva can be afraid."

Yes, a Bodhisattva with great supernatural powers naturally would be afraid as well.

Afraid that the incense offerings will not be prosperous.

Afraid that the golden statue will be toppled.

And he is the same.

He seems capable of divine stratagems, but if one day someone refuses to listen to him speak and directly cuts him down with a single blade, he would have no recourse at all.

Therefore, when going out, one should still be a bit cautious......

Several copper coins fell onto the wooden table inside the carriage; their tiny clinking sound instantly attracted Xuan Feixing, who was still on guard ahead.

Xuan Feixing's brow twitched; he subconsciously turned his head, clearly preparing to look closely.

However, upon seeing Fu Cuzi merely arranging the six lines in proper order for divination, using the method that any blind fortune-teller at a bridge stall would know, a hint of contempt again flickered at the corner of his mouth, and he quickly turned his head away:

"Now clutching at the Buddha's feet is perhaps too late. Better to have set out earlier; maybe we could have shaken off those people."

Speaking of this, Xuan Feixing felt annoyed again.

Logically, the two should have set out three days ago when parting from the female shaman ancestor, but this person insisted on delaying until today under the pretext of searching for things, gathering a large pile of stuff before finally departing......

This person, does he really have any ability?

He couldn't be a swindler, could he?

If he were merely putting on a show, preparing to cheat the female shaman ancestor's silver and leave......

Forget it.

That's also fine; good that he came along.

If this person truly prepared to flee with a cartload of goods, he would simply cut him down with a single blade.

Xuan Feixing regained his composure and steadied the horse.

Fu Cuzi kept casting divination, not noticing the person's situation ahead, and merely replied casually:

"I've explained it eight hundred times; the things I delayed the schedule to find are indeed useful!"

"Once I find Mysterious Feather Mountain, those things might possibly be able to change Yuan Long......"

The last word, Fu Cuzi ultimately couldn't utter.

Only those of the Mysterious Gate can understand how difficult the two words 'change fate' are.

This difficulty is comparable to imprisoning a dragon in water, no different from a mortal becoming an immortal.

Even from the first day he entered the Mysterious Gate, his master repeatedly mentioned, "Heaven's mandate cannot be changed," "Do not try to defy heaven's mandate."

But, but, what can he do?

That is the female emperor's child.

That is the female emperor's first child.

Even after becoming emperor, she couldn't keep that first child; who else could retain him?

What "wanting to drink a sip of cow's milk before death," that Xuan Jian with just one sentence easily shattered his heartstrings......

No matter how hard this is, we cannot let that child die confused and wronged, starving to death on Mysterious Feather Mountain, can we?

This time, even if he exhausts his lifelong fortune, he wants to give it a try.

The copper coins clinked as they fell; Fu Cuzi derived the final line, calculated carefully, and then let out a long breath:

"Those people just now weren't coming for us."

"The leader is connected to the female emperor's imperial aura; his fortune is prosperous, recently showing signs of a carp leaping over the dragon gate...... It seems the female emperor assigned him some major task, he's on official business here, happened to meet us, and thus investigated us."

That this person can detect them like this shows what?

It just shows this person is capable!

Although he couldn't figure out exactly what this person intended to do, he could still guess what the other party was up to, and it was sure to succeed.

Fucouzi settled his mind back into his belly, collecting those copper coins one by one.

Seeing this, Xuan Feixing frowned slightly again:

"Not far ahead is the Yong River Pass; ordinary convoys must pass through Yongzhou to get here, and this is the only route. This pass happens to be easy to defend but hard to attack, so if one wanted to set an ambush, what's so remarkable about succeeding?"

"You don't need to calculate to know these things."

It wasn't that Xuan Feixing meant to look down on the person before him who, at a glance, seemed clever and good at figuring things out, but on closer inspection couldn't understand anything—Fucouzi.

But he truly couldn't stand anyone saying that someone was useful to the Female Witch Ancestor, and also had some connection.

In this world, talented people emerge endlessly; no one is indispensable.

If you don't prepare to enjoy today's favor, tomorrow you might be beheaded and your property confiscated, right?

Not only that person far off who was spying on him, but also this damned fool behind him——

"Good brother, you can see all this? Truly worthy of the person the Empress specially appointed for me!"

"Next time, say you understand earlier! I really don't know military strategy or terrain, so I can only cast divination......"

A hand lightly rested on his shoulder, and Xuan Feixing's sinister smile instantly collapsed, a trace of disgust rising in his eyes that could not be dispelled.

He tilted his body to dodge the touch, then raised his hand and whipped again heavily; the two horses in front of the carriage let out a sharp neigh and surged forward even more fiercely.

By rights, that little Daoist, having no martial arts, should have rolled back into the carriage after such a dodge and flick.

However, that person behind him shamelessly came over again, opening his mouth to utter a string of nagging:

"And moreover——"

Good brother, I just wanted to say, could you drive the carriage a bit slower—ugh—(embarrassed face)

"It's too bumpy, I really can't hold on——when I used to walk on my legs, even walking two or three months wasn't this awful——ugh——sorry, I vomited on you——I didn't mean to——ugh——"

The carriage galloped on, the sound of the wheels rumbling.

But louder than the wheel noise was Xuan Feixing's voice, furious to the point of wanting to kill someone:

"You——get lost——!!!"

"How dare someone like you also get to sleep with her——!!!"

"?? literal meaning, no brains and unhappy~"