"Madam, your husband..." Sure enough, many hawkers came up soon, using the same tricks.
Ji Changan smiled so hard that his lips reached to his ears, and he planned to continue paying.
Song Tuanyuan quickly grabbed his arm and hurriedly left the main road where he was selling things and deviated to a side road.
Ji Changan has money, but she can't spend it like this. Now she has four or five hairpins on her head, several pieces of clothing on her arms, and she has to climb a mountain. How can she hold them?
Ji Changan took off everything on Song Tuanyuan's body, leaving only the hairpin he bought at the beginning, and gave them all to Dashan and the black-clothed guard.
The guard in black was a little reluctant, but thinking about his mission, he had no choice but to accept his fate.
Ji Changan continued to hold Song Tuanyuan's hand up the mountain, smiling like a fool as he walked.
"Ji Chang'an, you really have to tell me..." Song Tuanyuan really wanted to ask, but when he saw the black-clothed guard following behind him, he held back.
There's always a chance.
Ji Changan held Song Tuanyuan's hand the rest of the way and walked up the mountain quietly.
At first, Song Tuanyuan was full of questions, but when the two of them climbed up and walked down together hand in hand, Song Tuanyuan didn't want to ask anything anymore.
The two people finally went up the mountain.
Maybe everyone is still nostalgic for the excitement at the bottom of the mountain. There are not many people on the mountain at the moment, but they are all couples of a man and a woman. It is rare to see the elderly and children.
The big locust tree in front of the mountain temple is covered with red threads.
Song Tuanyuan stepped forward and took a look. All of them had the words "Hundred Years of Harmony" written on them.
"Is this the Xuannv Temple or the Yuelao Temple?" Song Tuanyuan looked at Ji Changan doubtfully.
"It's the Xuannv Temple, but it's said that this temple is very effective in getting married!" Ji Changan said.
Song Tuanyuan asked with a smile: "Is that more effective than the Qiuli Begonia in Fan Guifei's palace?"
Ji Changan paused for a moment, then looked back at Song Tuanyuan: "Have you seen that Qiuli Haitang?"
Song Tuanyuan nodded: "I was a guest in the palace that day and saw it, and..."
"And what?" Ji Changan was a little anxious.
Song Tuanyuan looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Ji Changan knew that he was losing his temper, but Qiu Li's mother's favorite tree was Qiu Li Begonia. She grew up under that crab apple tree. If she saw that Qiu Li Begonia, she would remember something...
"I'm afraid you may encounter danger in the palace!" Ji Changan said quickly.
"It's not dangerous, I just had a dream when I came back. It's still a bit ridiculous when I think about it now!" Song Tuanyuan thought about that dream, thinking about the beautiful but strangely familiar woman in white, and the man in yellow brocade, especially
The little girl in the portrait seen in Ji Changan's room...
"It's our turn!" At this moment, Ji Changan saw a couple leaving in front of him, so he pulled Song Tuanyuan forward and knelt in front of Xuannv Temple.
Ji Changan had kowtowed his head devoutly.
Song Tuanyuan had no choice but to kowtow three times along with him.
After the two of them kowtowed, a temple blessing handed over the lottery tube.
Song Tuanyuan closed her eyes and thought about every moment she spent with Ji Changan. Even though she knew there was little hope, she still had a wish in her heart and slowly shook it twice.
"Click!" There was a sound, and a lotus fell at Song Tuanyuan's feet. Song Tuanyuan opened his eyes and quickly picked it up.
Song Tuanyuan took one look at the lot and signed the number sixteen.
"Excuse me, where can I get the signature?" Song Tuanyuan asked.
Miao Zhu took Song Tuanyuan and Ji Changan to the side hall.
The person who interpreted the signature turned out to be a Taoist priest, dressed in gray and looking about thirty or forty years old, but the age in his eyes was like that of a centenarian.
In Xuannv Temple, it was a Taoist priest who interpreted the fortune-telling!
The moment Ji Changan saw the Taoist priest in gray, his eyes darkened, he held Song Tuanyuan's hand and walked out.
"What's wrong?" Song Tuanyuan asked, looking back at the Taoist priest.
"The donor doesn't understand the lot? Isn't there no doubt to be solved, or nothing to ask?" The Taoist priest said slowly.
Ji Changan stood and said in a low voice: "There are Taoist priests in Xuannv Temple. At first glance, it is a liar temple. In this case, what else do you have to ask?"
The temple priest quickly said: "This donor has misunderstood. This fellow Taoist is the monk's senior brother. He has been fasting in the monk's temple these days. My senior brother can know the past, see the future, and know the cycle of cause and effect. He is here today."
, just because the cause and effect he was waiting for has arrived!"
Cause and effect cycle? Song Tuanyuan was about to ask a few more questions, but she felt Ji Changan suddenly squeezed her hand tightly, and the man's fingers were cold.
Song Tuanyuan raised his eyes and saw Ji Changan's face was as white as ice. He lowered his voice and said, "I seem to be a little uncomfortable. We'd better not listen to these idiots talking nonsense. Let's leave quickly!"
Song Tuanyuan nodded.
"This female donor is asking for sixteen lots?" the Taoist priest said suddenly.
Song Tuanyuan paused.
Ji Changan's hands became colder and colder.
Song Tuanyuan hesitated for a moment, then continued to help Ji Changan walk out.
"Sixteen lots are the ones that were written down. The person who got this lot should know that he should be conservative and should not act rashly. He should not be greedy for unworthy thoughts and unworthy feelings. All can be avoided." The words of the Taoist priest began.
Came from behind.
"It's really nonsense!" Song Tuanyuan said in a low voice, threw the lot aside, and helped Ji Changan out of the temple gate.
The Taoist priest in gray stepped forward, picked up the bamboo stick, and shook his head helplessly: "Avoid it? You can't avoid it!"
After leaving the temple gate, Ji Changan didn't look much better.
"Ji Changan, how do you feel now?" Song Tuanyuan couldn't help calling Ji Changan's name.
Ji Changan whispered: "I'm fine!"
"That Taoist priest just now was a little strange. I seem to have seen it somewhere before!" Song Tuanyuan whispered. She remembered the old Taoist priest she had seen before. However, this Taoist priest was much younger than that Taoist priest, but she felt very familiar.
"Have you seen it?" Ji Changan felt nervous.
"Do you still remember that I told you before that I once met a Taoist priest?" Song Tuanyuan whispered, "That time when Song Fuchuan was hit on the head by a gangster and the situation was very serious, I met an old Taoist priest.
Taoist priest, tell me fate cannot be changed!"
Others don't understand this, but Song Tuanyuan understands it.
Everything that happened in the previous life is still vivid in my mind, the Song family has been changed!
It was just the appearance of the Taoist priest in gray today that made Song Tuanyuan remember this incident again.
"You said he was a charlatan!" Ji Changan said in a low voice.
"Do you still remember?" Song Tuanyuan looked at him.
Indeed, Song Tuanyuan said this to Ji Changan at that time.
Ji Changan nodded, held Song Tuanyuan's hand, and said with firm eyes: "So don't believe what happened today!"
Song Tuanyuan's heart moved, and she lowered her head and looked at the man holding her hand.