Chapter 33: Divination

The prisoners stayed in Xuzhou for more than two months, and it was not until the autumn equinox that the epidemic in Xuzhou was effectively contained, agriculture was re-established, and the new governor of Xuzhou took office, and they were ordered to return to Beijing.

Before leaving, the people of Xuzhou spontaneously gave them local products and homemade umbrellas, and repeatedly thanked them for staying, which made these young prisoners couldn't help but redden.

Wei Heming heard someone whisper that if he was an official in the future, he would ask for a lack of place, and he was willing to be a parent official in a state and a county, so as to protect the peace of the people.

Wei Heming felt a little warm in his heart.

The inmates came in a hurry, and they were also in a hurry when they went, because the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and they all wanted to go back to reunite with their families earlier, so the carriages and horses along the way were much faster.

This soon, something went wrong.

He Lan looked at the sun and pinched his fingers, yawned lazily, and pretended to be old: "Lord Wei, the old man pinched his fingers, I'm afraid that we won't be able to get to the official post tonight." ”

Wei Heming calculated the distance, and it was really like this, so he had to smile bitterly: "Which fool is this schedule, why did such a mistake occur?"

Wei Heming checked, and the fool who miscalculated the time turned out to be Song Yi.

Song Yi only touched his head and smiled: "I'm not very good at counting books......"

Someone dismantled his platform later: "Where is he not fine, he doesn't know anything!"

Song Yi's baby face turned a little red.

Wei Heming didn't want to blame him, he only smiled: "In this way, we are afraid that we will only be able to spend the night outside, but I don't know if there are any people around here who can spend the night?"

Song Yi said: "I heard that there is a mountain temple near here, and it is not impossible to come and spend the night. ”

All the prisoners didn't mind, so this Yushan Temple was also on their way back to Beijing, and the scenery was very good all the way, and it was just right for them to leave some poems in the temple.

Only Wei Heming looked stunned for a moment, and then nodded with a smile.

Chu Fengge noticed it, so he asked him privately, "You don't want to go?"

Wei Heming shook his head, a little surprised by his acuity: "It's not like that, it's just ...... Something came to mind. ”

In his previous life, he had come to this Yushan Temple, which was rarely heard of in Beijing, but it was famous for its signature in the local area.

Wei Heming had a sign here when he was a crane minister, and the abbot looked at him for a long time, but he only said one word.

"Huiji will be injured, the donor will stop now, it's still too late. ”

He only laughed at it at the time, and did not believe the abbot's words, and it was not until later that he really had the consequences that he faintly remembered it.

Whether it was the abbot's casual coincidence, or whether he really had great wisdom, Wei Heming still wanted to see the abbot again.

He was not afraid that the abbot would be able to reveal the secret of his rebirth, but he was tired of carrying the previous life for too long, and no one shared it.

He has already rewritten the trajectory of this life, and he has too many experiences that he did not have in his previous life. But he has always been unable to get rid of the shadow of his previous life, no one knows the despair of his previous life, no one has seen his unforgettable hatred, and no one can heal the scars brought to him in his previous life.

He is Wei Heming, but he is also the Crane Minister, and he is also the gentleman of the Raven Mansion back then, and each of them is himself that he can't abandon.

But he could only hide half of himself, carefully revealing the side that should belong to Wei Heming.

When all the prisoners went to the temple to ask for a sign and ask for a hexagram, Wei Heming asked Xiao Shami, and took Chu Fengge all the way to the meditation room presided over by the temple.

The abbot has gray hair, neat monk's clothes, and a kind look, not like a master of fairy wind bones, but like an old man next door.

Wei Heming sat opposite him and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Abbot...... Do you know where I came from?"

The abbot only shook his head: "Where did the benefactor come from, and how does the old man know?"

Wei Heming didn't know for a moment whether he was more relieved or more lost.

Chu Fengge's gaze was fixed on his face.

"Can the abbot explain a hexagram for me?" Wei Heming silently put the signature of his previous life on the paper and handed it to the abbot.

The abbot glanced at the signature, looked at Wei Heming's face again, and shook his head again: "This is not the donor's signature, and the old man can't solve it." ”

Wei Heming was stunned: "Then go down to the hall and ask for a signature?"

The abbot suddenly smiled: "The donor has no hexagram to count, so why bother asking for a signature?"

"But whoever asks for a sign will have doubts in his heart, and the benefactor has no doubts in his heart, so why should he ask?" The abbot's eyes were clear and calm, not like those of an old man.

Wei Heming was stunned.

Yes, he didn't actually give up, he was still thinking about the unfinished changes in his previous life, and he wanted to come to ask about the bad luck - but even if the abbot still stopped him from changing the law this time, I'm afraid he would do it again.

Wei Heming couldn't help but chuckle, he was really still an idiot in the red dust.

"Thank you, Abbot, I understand. ”

Wei Heming got up and wanted to leave, but was kept by the abbot with a leisurely voice.

"Donor, please stay," the abbot's gaze remained on Chu Fengge: "I don't know the donor, would you like to let the old man solve a hexagram for you?"

Chu Fengge raised his eyebrows: "I never believe in ghosts and gods. ”

The abbot's face sank: "Please also ask the two of you to forgive the old man for abstaining from lying, this son is fierce, it is a bad omen, if you want to crack it, you can enter the temple to retreat......"

"I don't want to enter the temple, you don't need to say more. Chu Fengge didn't leave a trace of affection, took Wei Heming's hand and turned around and left, Wei Heming was small and small, and the backs of the two of them leaving looked a little like brothers.

The abbot stood still, shook his head, and sat back on the futon, and the crisp sound of wooden fish resounded in the meditation room.

Xiao Shami, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, shook his head and walked in: "Didn't Master say that the man was fierce? Why did you let him go like this?"

The abbot sighed lightly: "If you can't keep it, why force it to stay?"

Xiao Shami's face was wrinkled: "The Buddha said that all sentient beings are purified, how can the master be so lazy?"

The abbot's wooden fish paused: "The person who can cross him is already by his side." ”

"The disciple didn't understand. ”

The abbot shook his head.

That person is fierce, but he has the sign of a human emperor, which is true and which is false, even he can't distinguish it, how dare he speak presumptuously.

The sound of the wooden fish in the meditation room sounded again: "Cause and effect are hard to break, cause and effect are hard to break......"

Wei Heming was taken all the way to the back of the temple by Chu Fengge, and then he joked with a smile: "Why, you refuse to shave your head?"

Wei Heming was a little surprised when he heard the abbot's words at first, but after thinking about it, he understood that in his previous life, Chu Fengge was brave and good at fighting, but he was made a "god of killing" instead of a "god of war" by Beihu, and his methods were quite ruthless, but wasn't he fierce?

For a period of time before he died in his previous life, what he had been thinking about was that Chu Fengge's anger was too heavy, and his temperament was cold, and he could still persuade some when he was alive, and when Chu Fengge ascended the throne, who could persuade him?

It's just that I don't know if Chu Fengge has become a generation of Ming monarchs or tyrannical monarchs in his previous life.

"Do you want me to be a monk?" Chu Fengge snorted lightly as he spoke, as if a child had lost his temper, not at all like Fang Cai's indifferent arrogance.

"How dare you let the dignified King Wenrui become a monk, just eat more fasting and chant Buddha, it may also be of some benefit to you. Wei He said.

"It's not necessary," Chu Fengge curled the corners of his lips, and a pair of gloomy eyes stared straight at him: "There is only one person in this world who can cross me to become a Buddha." ”

Wei Heming seemed to be sucked in by those eyes, and hurriedly looked away: "This...... I don't know if a virtuous person can ...... like this" Halfway through his words, Wei Heming wanted to give himself a mouthful, which was simply digging a pit for himself to jump.

Sure enough, Chu Fengge chuckled in a low voice: "Heming, are you willing to cross me?"

Wei Heming wanted to cry without tears, and his face was half red: "Your Highness, you ......"

"Are you willing to call me Your Highness again?" Chu Fengge's extremely delicate face enlarged in front of his eyes, and one hand had already wrapped around his waist, "Call twice, I like it very much." ”

Wei Heming's other half of his face was also flushed, looking left and right, but it was empty, and there was no place to escape.

Ever since Chu Fengge had made this matter clear to him, he had become more and more tired.

If Chu Fengge only treated him very gently and kindly before, then now Chu Fengge is simply flirtatious in every way, showing him ** to the point of making him red-faced-this makes Wei Heming almost a little suspicious, what he is looking at is not the indifferent and arrogant Chu Fengge himself in his previous life, and he is only courteous to him.

"Your Highness was not like this before......" Wei Heming made a stiff face.

"You don't like it?" Chu Fengge raised his eyebrows.

Wei Heming felt that it was wrong to say "I don't like it", and it was even more wrong to say "I like it".

He had never encountered such a difficult problem in his two lives, and the abbot said that he was not confused in his heart, and where there was no confusion, he was very confused.

What did you do to make your best friend in her previous life treat her as a daughter-in-law?

"Little Master Wei-"

As soon as Song Yi came over, he saw that the two of them were attached together in an ambiguous posture, Wei Heming was like being amnestied, but Chu Fengge looked unhappy, and couldn't help but wonder if he was disturbing something.

Wei Heming hurriedly avoided Chu Fengge's side and straightened his robe: "What's the matter?"

Song Yi then remembered his purpose for this time, and hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince, he just fell into the water, and now he is unconscious in the wing. ”

Wei Heming and Chu Fengge were both stunned.