Chapter 79
"She should have been an orphan, so how did she end up with both parents?"
Late at night, not far from the Holy Bright Sect, in the ranks of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.
Master Qiao Pingsheng observed Xuanzi constantly twirling the jade tortoise shell in his hand, tossing coins over and over, yet never daring to hang up the hexagram.
Perhaps because he was Qiao Pingsheng's disciple, Guan Xuanzi had a premonition of danger after years of bad luck.
It can only be said that they were also shaped by the capricious nature of fate.
Qiao Pingsheng, dressed in a black robe, lifted his hood and looked at Guan Xuanzi with a puzzled expression.
"Master, why have you been casting divinations all this way but not performing any fortune telling?"
Who exactly is this person that makes Master so cautious?
Thinking of this, Qiao Pingsheng's initial joy at the prospect of seeing Shen Shu'an and Shen Wanqiu faded considerably, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
However, Guan Xuanzi's expression was extremely solemn. The closer he got to the Holy Bright Sect, the stronger the vague unease in his heart became for some reason.
Strange, could it be that someone in the Holy Bright Sect is plotting to harm me?
Guan Xuanzi remained silent, stroking his long beard. After a few seconds, he looked at Qiao Pingsheng.
"My dear Pingsheng, may you tell me again about the person who gave you a second chance at life?"
At this point, Qiao Pingsheng perked up immediately. Although he had already said it once, he wouldn't get bored saying it a few more times.
"Master, now you must hear what your disciple has to say. After I returned to the sect, we were both at peace, all thanks to her!"
Qiao Pingsheng lifted his black robe, sat down on a futon, and began to talk at length in Xuanzi's room at Feizhou Temple.
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Half an hour later, he finally stopped, still wanting more, and smacked his dry lips, pouring himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
"Ahem, Master, that's how it is. What do you think? Fellow Daoist Shen is truly remarkable, isn't he?"
"Such talent shouldn't be wasted like this, learning those ordinary things..."
"Hey, hey, Pingsheng, don't say anymore."
As Qiao Pingsheng spoke, Guan Xuanzi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and quickly raised his hand to stop Qiao Pingsheng from speaking.
That's it, that's it, that's the feeling I always have when I'm about to suffer.
However, I had clearly given up on divination for that young friend Shen long ago; I only wanted to know his fortune in the coming days. How could this happen?
As Guan Xuanzi pondered, he gently turned the tortoise shell in his hand, and the jade-like tortoise shell suddenly enlarged, revealing numerous ancient and mysterious characters on it, each as beautiful as a painting.
However, something ominous happened: the ominous sign rushed straight towards Guan Xuanzi and Qiao Pingsheng.
Qiao Pingsheng immediately stood up, silently dragging the futon beneath him away from his master.
"No, Master, this...this is bad!"
Qiao Pingsheng was shocked, his hands trembled, and he felt a familiar sense of past shadows looming over his heart again.
Damn it, I changed my fate two months ago, how could this still happen?
Qiao Pingsheng frowned, his heart filled with vigilance, and his hands silently covered the "Complete Book of Spells" in his bosom.
Since he switched to the path of incantation, his cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds, and he is now incredibly strong!
Guan Xuanzi also looked grave, and sighed deeply, "Alas, is it really so?"
Guan Xuanzi stroked his long beard, raised his eyes to look out the window towards the Holy Bright Sect, and said, "I don't know why, but the closer I get to the Holy Bright Sect, the more perilous it seems!"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Qiao Pingsheng, "Also, Pingsheng, that young friend Shen you mentioned, whenever I have the thought of divination, a great sense of terror surges into my heart."
"She should have been an orphan, destined for a life of wandering, how could she have both parents?"
"In all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone whose appearance is completely opposite to mine."
Having immersed himself in the art of divination for many years, Guan Xuanzi could make a preliminary judgment about a person's birth and experiences simply by looking at the portrait in the painting.
But the young friend Shen in my disciple's painting, who should clearly be a person with both parents dead and no one to rely on in this world, is now...
Guan Xuanzi waved his sleeve, and the tortoise shell and coins returned to his sleeve. He shook his head and said, "Alas, never mind."
"It is said that there are extraordinary people in the world. This woman has transcended fate. Remember, you can only befriend her, never make enemies with her."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Pingsheng was first dazed and surprised, then suddenly realized what was going on.
"So that's how it is! It turns out it wasn't that my disciple's skills were lacking?!"
As he spoke, he dragged his small prayer mat back to Guan Xuanzi's seat, leaned against his master, and began to cry loudly.
"Master, I felt the same way. When I first met Sister Shen, I was about to perform divination when a great fear gripped my heart. Something was wrong!"
"Later, I was fortunate enough to see his true face, but what I learned was completely different from what I had learned from physiognomy. However, I thought that my skills were not good enough, so I kept it to myself."
As he spoke, Qiao Pingsheng felt as if he had been exonerated and had encountered the bright moonlight while walking alone through the long night, and he exclaimed loudly!
Guan Xuanzi: "?"
He looked at Qiao Pingsheng, whose face seemed to say, "So it wasn't that I was bad at my craft." His fingertips trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.
No, my disciple, what exactly do you mean by that look of relief on your face?
My disciple, have you missed the point? Is this all you took in what I just said?
"……well."
Guan Xuanzi pondered for a long time, then shook his head and chuckled.
Enough, enough. After all these decades, my disciple has finally reaped the rewards of his hard work.
As he finished speaking, he sat quietly with a smile, his white eyebrows and beard drooping, listening attentively as Qiao Pingsheng continued to pour out his grievances and ramble on.
……
Within the Holy Ming Sect.
Shen Shu'an rolled around on the bed in a little curl, thinking to herself, "Seriously, Qiao Pingsheng, are you ever going to stop?!"
If you can't sleep, you glance at the screen twice and there's a new notification; glance at it again and there's another new notification.
[Beep, host, Duck has entered silent mode. You can go to sleep now.]
Shen Shuan's little dragon had a listless look in its eyes, its tail rubbing against the dragon horn bag on its head, and it said listlessly, "Duck, I'm really anxious, I can't sleep."
As she spoke, Shen Shu'an subconsciously activated her Dragon Breath Technique, and casually asked, "Yaya, do we have any magic spells in our mall?"
[Ding, Host, yes, yes! These newly arrived Holy Light and Exorcism spells can be promoted to the public as your own creations, guaranteed to boost your emotional value!]
Mentioning this, Duck immediately perked up. In the past, when headquarters distributed various props and items, it could only stand aside meekly and wait for its seniors to finish choosing before it got its turn.
But this time, it walked forward with its head held high and chest puffed out, not daring to say a word. This is for the host, this is for the duck, and that is for the female colleague.
Ah, this is so refreshing!
[Host, Duck thinks this Holy Light spell is perfect for you. Anyway, our talents are versatile, both Eastern and Western. When the time comes, host can just transform into a Holy Dragon, wouldn't that make Uncle Wu and the others overjoyed?]
As Duck got more and more excited, the chip started to spark.
Xiao Long, lying on the bed, was completely confused and felt dizzy.
"Wait, duck, what? Holy Dragon Transformation?"
Is that right? It doesn't sound serious at all.
Master Qiao Pingsheng observed Xuanzi constantly twirling the jade tortoise shell in his hand, tossing coins over and over, yet never daring to hang up the hexagram.
Perhaps because he was Qiao Pingsheng's disciple, Guan Xuanzi had a premonition of danger after years of bad luck.
It can only be said that they were also shaped by the capricious nature of fate.
Qiao Pingsheng, dressed in a black robe, lifted his hood and looked at Guan Xuanzi with a puzzled expression.
"Master, why have you been casting divinations all this way but not performing any fortune telling?"
Who exactly is this person that makes Master so cautious?
Thinking of this, Qiao Pingsheng's initial joy at the prospect of seeing Shen Shu'an and Shen Wanqiu faded considerably, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
However, Guan Xuanzi's expression was extremely solemn. The closer he got to the Holy Bright Sect, the stronger the vague unease in his heart became for some reason.
Strange, could it be that someone in the Holy Bright Sect is plotting to harm me?
Guan Xuanzi remained silent, stroking his long beard. After a few seconds, he looked at Qiao Pingsheng.
"My dear Pingsheng, may you tell me again about the person who gave you a second chance at life?"
At this point, Qiao Pingsheng perked up immediately. Although he had already said it once, he wouldn't get bored saying it a few more times.
"Master, now you must hear what your disciple has to say. After I returned to the sect, we were both at peace, all thanks to her!"
Qiao Pingsheng lifted his black robe, sat down on a futon, and began to talk at length in Xuanzi's room at Feizhou Temple.
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Half an hour later, he finally stopped, still wanting more, and smacked his dry lips, pouring himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
"Ahem, Master, that's how it is. What do you think? Fellow Daoist Shen is truly remarkable, isn't he?"
"Such talent shouldn't be wasted like this, learning those ordinary things..."
"Hey, hey, Pingsheng, don't say anymore."
As Qiao Pingsheng spoke, Guan Xuanzi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and quickly raised his hand to stop Qiao Pingsheng from speaking.
That's it, that's it, that's the feeling I always have when I'm about to suffer.
However, I had clearly given up on divination for that young friend Shen long ago; I only wanted to know his fortune in the coming days. How could this happen?
As Guan Xuanzi pondered, he gently turned the tortoise shell in his hand, and the jade-like tortoise shell suddenly enlarged, revealing numerous ancient and mysterious characters on it, each as beautiful as a painting.
However, something ominous happened: the ominous sign rushed straight towards Guan Xuanzi and Qiao Pingsheng.
Qiao Pingsheng immediately stood up, silently dragging the futon beneath him away from his master.
"No, Master, this...this is bad!"
Qiao Pingsheng was shocked, his hands trembled, and he felt a familiar sense of past shadows looming over his heart again.
Damn it, I changed my fate two months ago, how could this still happen?
Qiao Pingsheng frowned, his heart filled with vigilance, and his hands silently covered the "Complete Book of Spells" in his bosom.
Since he switched to the path of incantation, his cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds, and he is now incredibly strong!
Guan Xuanzi also looked grave, and sighed deeply, "Alas, is it really so?"
Guan Xuanzi stroked his long beard, raised his eyes to look out the window towards the Holy Bright Sect, and said, "I don't know why, but the closer I get to the Holy Bright Sect, the more perilous it seems!"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Qiao Pingsheng, "Also, Pingsheng, that young friend Shen you mentioned, whenever I have the thought of divination, a great sense of terror surges into my heart."
"She should have been an orphan, destined for a life of wandering, how could she have both parents?"
"In all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone whose appearance is completely opposite to mine."
Having immersed himself in the art of divination for many years, Guan Xuanzi could make a preliminary judgment about a person's birth and experiences simply by looking at the portrait in the painting.
But the young friend Shen in my disciple's painting, who should clearly be a person with both parents dead and no one to rely on in this world, is now...
Guan Xuanzi waved his sleeve, and the tortoise shell and coins returned to his sleeve. He shook his head and said, "Alas, never mind."
"It is said that there are extraordinary people in the world. This woman has transcended fate. Remember, you can only befriend her, never make enemies with her."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Pingsheng was first dazed and surprised, then suddenly realized what was going on.
"So that's how it is! It turns out it wasn't that my disciple's skills were lacking?!"
As he spoke, he dragged his small prayer mat back to Guan Xuanzi's seat, leaned against his master, and began to cry loudly.
"Master, I felt the same way. When I first met Sister Shen, I was about to perform divination when a great fear gripped my heart. Something was wrong!"
"Later, I was fortunate enough to see his true face, but what I learned was completely different from what I had learned from physiognomy. However, I thought that my skills were not good enough, so I kept it to myself."
As he spoke, Qiao Pingsheng felt as if he had been exonerated and had encountered the bright moonlight while walking alone through the long night, and he exclaimed loudly!
Guan Xuanzi: "?"
He looked at Qiao Pingsheng, whose face seemed to say, "So it wasn't that I was bad at my craft." His fingertips trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.
No, my disciple, what exactly do you mean by that look of relief on your face?
My disciple, have you missed the point? Is this all you took in what I just said?
"……well."
Guan Xuanzi pondered for a long time, then shook his head and chuckled.
Enough, enough. After all these decades, my disciple has finally reaped the rewards of his hard work.
As he finished speaking, he sat quietly with a smile, his white eyebrows and beard drooping, listening attentively as Qiao Pingsheng continued to pour out his grievances and ramble on.
……
Within the Holy Ming Sect.
Shen Shu'an rolled around on the bed in a little curl, thinking to herself, "Seriously, Qiao Pingsheng, are you ever going to stop?!"
If you can't sleep, you glance at the screen twice and there's a new notification; glance at it again and there's another new notification.
[Beep, host, Duck has entered silent mode. You can go to sleep now.]
Shen Shuan's little dragon had a listless look in its eyes, its tail rubbing against the dragon horn bag on its head, and it said listlessly, "Duck, I'm really anxious, I can't sleep."
As she spoke, Shen Shu'an subconsciously activated her Dragon Breath Technique, and casually asked, "Yaya, do we have any magic spells in our mall?"
[Ding, Host, yes, yes! These newly arrived Holy Light and Exorcism spells can be promoted to the public as your own creations, guaranteed to boost your emotional value!]
Mentioning this, Duck immediately perked up. In the past, when headquarters distributed various props and items, it could only stand aside meekly and wait for its seniors to finish choosing before it got its turn.
But this time, it walked forward with its head held high and chest puffed out, not daring to say a word. This is for the host, this is for the duck, and that is for the female colleague.
Ah, this is so refreshing!
[Host, Duck thinks this Holy Light spell is perfect for you. Anyway, our talents are versatile, both Eastern and Western. When the time comes, host can just transform into a Holy Dragon, wouldn't that make Uncle Wu and the others overjoyed?]
As Duck got more and more excited, the chip started to spark.
Xiao Long, lying on the bed, was completely confused and felt dizzy.
"Wait, duck, what? Holy Dragon Transformation?"
Is that right? It doesn't sound serious at all.