Chapter 593 Eyebrow-style Cauldron Sword, the Secret of the Sword Seal [Please vote for me!]
Zhao Qingxiu stopped in front of a giant Buddha in an empty hall.
The location of this empty temple was remote, unlike the Main Hall Square she passed by silently not long ago, which was full of pilgrims seeking fortune-telling rituals.
The blindfolded girl with a sky-blue ribbon, leaning on a jasper staff, turned her head slightly, as if looking at the majestic golden Buddha in the center of the hall.
After a while, she lowered her head and put the old purple-red seal that she had been holding in her arms into her arms.
She turned around and moved in small steps to the confession table in front of the big Buddha. She leaned her green bamboo stick on the table, groped with her hands, and found a heavy marriage lotus tube.
Zhao Qingxiu held the marriage lottery tube, curled up and squatted down, touching the cold ground with her two small hands.
I knelt down and groped around for a while, and finally found a bright yellow futon.
She smiled.
Zhao Qingxiu knelt on the futon, straightened her back, put her palms up and closed her eyes, her lips moved slightly, as if she was reciting something silently.
After a while, the sound of shaking bamboo tubes could be heard in the empty hall.
A bamboo stick flew out of the bamboo tube in the blindfolded girl's hand.
The bamboo stick fell to the ground, bounced twice, and fell deep under the table.
Without thinking, Zhao Qingxiu lay down again, followed the direction of the sound, and groped forward to look for the sign.
During this period, a blindfolded little head was "looking" around and accidentally touched the edge of the table.
Zhao Qingxiu stopped her movements, knelt down and covered her reddish forehead with both hands.
It became quiet.
The main hall also became quiet.
A blindfolded mute woman asked for a fortune in an empty palace, kneeling in front of a table filled with tributes. At a certain moment, her little face seemed confused.
After a while, she tilted her head, slender fingers pushed the fallen hair behind her ears, and continued to lie down, groping for the marriage bamboo stick under the table.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu's fingers touched the bamboo stick lying on the ground.
She picked it up happily.
He carefully stepped back and left under the desk.
Zhao Qingxiu wiped her palms covered with incense ash with a handkerchief, put away the sign, and left the hall with her jasper staff again.
"Miss Xiu Niang, I finally found you, why are you here..."
Suddenly a familiar voice of a young novice monk came from the distance.
Zhao Qingxiu stopped in advance, as if waiting.
She actually heard Ju Hao's familiar footsteps from a distance and did not hide from him.
"Miss Xiu Niang, where did you go just now?"
Ju Hao wiped the sweat from his bald head. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of energy running around looking for people.
"Ahhh."
Ju Hao heard Zhao Qingxiu make a pleading voice, she took out a vermilion bamboo stick from her arms and handed it to him.
"Ah, you want the poor monk to interpret the signature for you, but, the poor monk can't do it, and neither can the poor monk's master..."
"Let's do this. Don't move around here. The poor monk will help you to ask. Let the senior brother in the next hall write you an explanation and read it to you when you come back."
After saying that, Ju Hao took the vermilion bamboo stick and ran to the next hall.
Zhao Qingxiu stayed where he was.
At this time, the sound of bells reminding the time came from the distant mountains and forests.
Zhao Qingxiu's blindfolded eyes turned to look at the bell tower in the distance, as if in a daze.
After a while, she came back to her senses and remembered something. While waiting, she took out a small purple seal from her sleeve.
The girl raised her fingers to make the secret, and a unique light of clear blue faintly flashed on the surface of the small purple seal.
The small purple-red seal trembled, and the body of the seal gradually heated up, as if it was starting up.
But immediately, within three breaths, the purple-red seal stopped trembling and returned to its original state. The seal's body was cold, with only a little residual warmth from her chest.
Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment.
The unique sword light on the small purple seal just now is a [craftsman-made] sword light intercepted by the old swordsmith of Guyue Sword Shop.
After the Red Lotus Sword Seal is attached to the Cauldron Sword Qi, if the Cauldron Sword is nearby and is not isolated by a special Qi refining technique, it can sense the Cauldron Sword.
Even if there is no owner of this cauldron sword, it can bloom with surging sword energy and guide the person holding the seal to find it.
A hundred years ago, with the help of the Southern Kingdom's royal family, Yunmeng Jianze, Donglin Temple, and the swordsmith family Longcheng Meijia swore to heaven to form the Lotus Pagoda Alliance. Longcheng Meijia carefully cast three red lotuses.
Sword seal to show sincerity, each of the three families holds one.
As long as the sword-forging technique of plum deer of Longcheng Mei Family is used, the tripod sword forged can be sensed by the Red Lotus Sword Seal and made visible with the help of sword energy.
Unfortunately, over the past hundred years, things and people have changed, and the three red lotus sword seals have disappeared.
The red lotus sword seal of the Mei family in Longcheng should have jumped into the sword furnace to sacrifice the sword together with the last old craftsman who inherited the sword-making skills of Meilu, and ended all the cause and effect.
There are still two left in the hands of Yunmeng Jianze and Donglin Temple.
When he was guarding the Beitian Almshouse before, it was Zhao Qingxiu who held the red lotus sword seal and was the closest to the "eyebrow-style tripod sword".
But somehow missed it.
Tanlang was not in Longcheng these two days, and Zhao Qingxiu came to Chengtian Temple every day to look for him.
But now, she has walked all over Chengtian Temple and still found no trace of the "eyebrow-style tripod sword", and there was no response from the red lotus sword seal.
Zhao Qingxiu stood in front of the lotus pond in front of the main hall. It was approaching noon, and the noon sun fell on her body, making her feel warm.
The dull sound of bells in the distance lingered in my ears.
Zhao Qingxiu's face showed a look of fatigue.
She didn't sleep last night.
She is a very light sleeper and wakes up from time to time. She has been easily awakened from dreams since she was a child.
In the past few days after Ouyang Rong left, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't sleep even more.
I didn't sleep at all last night. I carried the red lotus sword seal and searched the Buddhist temple.
But I still have to go back in the afternoon, because Pei Shisanniang will come to visit her in the quiet courtyard, just like the previous few days.
"Miss Xiu Niang, I've been waiting for a long time..."
After a while, Ju Hao ran back with a happy face, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
The little novice monk ran to Zhao Qingxiu.
"The signature has been signed, and the poor monk will read it to you..."
Zhao Qingxiu had just nodded when the bells rang again in the distant mountains and forests.
But this time, it was the noon wake-up call for the monks to finish class for dinner.
From the surrounding halls, monks suddenly walked out one after another, heading to the Zhaiyuan.
Some people also walked towards the direction where Zhao Qingxiu and Ju Hao were.
Ju Hao couldn't help but look around.
"Yeah."
Ju Hao heard the blindfolded girl next to him suddenly open her mouth and make two sounds.
He was stunned for a moment, and before he could turn around, he felt the signature paper being taken away from his hand.
Turning around to look, I found that Zhao Qingxiu had disappeared.
Ju Hao couldn't help but scratch his head.
"Hey, why is this embroiderer girl so mysterious and invisible..."
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Zhao Qingxiu left Chengtian Temple.
She listened to the wind to identify her position and avoided crowded places, so it took a long time to return to the quiet courtyard.
The piece of marriage paper had been carefully folded by Zhao Qingxiu and put away in his sleeve.
A quarter of an hour later, we arrived not far from the door of the quiet courtyard.
Zhao Qingxiu slowed down her pace, and her thin shoulders became slightly slouched.
Close to home.
Temporarily close spiritual energy cultivation.
Her eyes were covered with ribbons, like a blind person touching an elephant, and she walked forward with a green bamboo stick.
The speed has slowed down quite a bit.
Squeak——!
The courtyard door opened as soon as it was pushed, and Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head.
The door is unlocked?
Is it Pei Shisanniang, or...
She hurriedly walked in, and as soon as she was admitted, she smelled the aroma of food.
Zhao Qingxiu had a puzzled face.
"Xiu Niang is back. She's back just in time. The meal is almost ready..."
From the kitchen, a handsome young man with rolled-up sleeves and an apron came out, holding a vegetable spatula in his hand.
There were some oil stains on his thin face. He looked down at his oily palms and said with a warm smile:
"What are you doing? My hands are dirty, so I won't help you pick up the things. I'll go to the living room and put down the things myself, and come over to eat..."
"ah?"
Zhao Qingxiu's little mouth opened involuntarily, and she couldn't help but turn her head, facing the kitchen where the stove fire was rising and the heat was rising.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand, returned to the kitchen behind him and continued working, leaving a joke:
"Go wash your hands quickly and try my specialty dish today, Dongpo Pork."
Zhao Qingxiu looked stunned.
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