"Oh? Do I have a second spring? Murong Hong was stunned.

"Yes, your life is two flowers, it is joy in sorrow, it should be a fate to continue to remarry." The Taoist priest nodded.

Murong Hong stopped talking.

Forget it, if the people I love are gone, will I still be in the mood to find a second wife?

As if he saw Murong Hong's thoughts, the old Taoist continued: "Little brother, life is impermanent, but there are also blessings and misfortunes, this is like the saying you always like to say, the sunshine is always after the wind and rain." ”

"Forget it, then I'd better become a Taoist priest." Murong Hong said lightly, "If she dies, am I still willing to live in this world?" Why should I find another woman, it's better to live alone. ”

As soon as Murong Xue heard this, tears flowed down, but fortunately, her father Murong Xiong didn't see her.

Who else will be the "she" in Murong Hong's mouth, of course, it will be herself.

"Little brother, you can't say that. Your second marriage is a match made in heaven, destined in the previous life, and you can't escape it. The man shook his head, "You were a dependent of the gods in your previous life, and you are here to repay the love debts of your previous life in this life." ”

"Immortal dependents?" Hearing this, Murong Hong was suddenly stunned.

The image of the phoenix came to mind again.

"Then, who is the object of his second marriage?" Suddenly, Murong Xue spoke.

When she said this, her face turned red.

This old Taoist priest said that he was the life of his husband, and Murong Hong was the life of his wife, and the fates of the two were so similar, could it be???????

In Murong Xue's mind, another possibility came to mind. She didn't expect that Murong Hong at this time would also think of the same possibility.

"Xiaoxue, what are you talking about? Is it your turn to speak? Father Murong Xiong glared at his daughter fiercely, but Murong Xue just didn't see it.

"I'll take a look, ah, this little brother, how can your marriage be kissed and kissed." The old Taoist priest raised his head and looked at Murong Hong.

"Huh?" Murong Hong was stunned for a moment, "Did I also get close to each other in my two marriages?" ”

"No, not the first time, it's this second marriage." The old Taoist priest shook his head, "That is, the one who accompanies you to old age, it's just that this girl should be a few years older than you, but it's not too much worse." ”

"Really?" Murong Xue cried out again.

Kiss and kiss, and older than Murong Hong, then, that's not me, who is that? In this way, he and I were destined to be a fairy couple in our previous lives, and we can go to Baitou together?

At this moment, Murong Xue's heart was ecstatic as if thousands of roses were blooming.

"Will it?" Murong Hong didn't seem to react at all, just lowered his head and looked at the desktop.

Murong Xiong stood aside, speechless for a long time.

W-how is this possible?

"These eight characters may not be accurate." Suddenly, Murong Hong spoke, "People born on the same day and at the same hour, are they all the same fate?" I don't believe it. ”

"Yes." Murong Xiong also supported his son, "Hong'er, don't forget it, let's go." ”

"Then you can draw lots." The old Taoist priest became serious, "I won't take any other money from you." ”

The corners of Murong Hong's mouth twitched, he looked at the stick holder and was stunned for a moment, his hand stretched out, but it stopped, and he took it back.

Murong Xue also saw his action, and her heart became entangled.

Should Murong Hong be allowed to draw lots? I heard that this lottery is quite accurate, but in case the result of the lottery is different from the eight-character fortune telling just now, isn't it bad?

People want to see the results they want, and they don't want to accept the opposite.

"This Taoist priest, are you not good at drawing lots?" Murong Xiong spoke, "Since you are so accurate in calculating eight characters, why do you want my son to draw lots?" Isn't that a paradox? ”

"That's what you say." The old Taoist priest said, "Eight characters can be regarded as a lifetime's life." This fortune teller lottery is to answer the questions in everyone's mind. Although life cannot be changed, doubts can be answered, and there is no contradiction. ”

"But if the two calculations are inconsistent, which one shall prevail?" Murong Xiong raised his face and said.

This fortune teller, if the lottery that my son draws is different from the fortune you just told him, it means that you are pretending to be a ghost. Hmph, what kind of heavy wife remarries, what kind of kiss and kiss, and even what kind of marriage to an older wife, this is all fake, fake!

"It's up to you which one you believe." The old Taoist priest said unhurriedly, "Even if the conclusions of the two are completely opposite, it doesn't mean that I can't calculate accurately, sometimes two things with opposite conclusions may be put together, and that is the complete answer." ”

"Sir, have you studied philosophy?" Murong Hong spoke, "How do you talk in a set way?" ”

"Hehe, I only study the Dao, the Dao of Heaven." The old Taoist priest touched his beard and said with a smile, "The way of heaven is philosophy, much more sophisticated than those philosophies in our earthly world. This is the philosophy of the way of nature. ”

"What about nature's way? This is idealism, superstition. Murong Xiong said unhappily.

The old Taoist priest didn't argue either, and said, "Little donor, you can just smoke one." “

"Don't you need incense?" Murong Hong asked.

"No, I don't." The old Taoist priest shook his head, "The most important thing is your sincerity, no distractions, no need to wash your hands, no need to burn incense, and no need to pray." If you think about it, you can just smoke one, and that's the most effective. ”

"Really?" Murong Hong was still a little hesitant.

After all, if this lottery is drawn, what if it is not ideal?

Murong Xue, who was on the side, also frowned.

Should Murong Hong be allowed to draw lots? What is the result?

Murong Xiong's eyes rolled and said, "Hong'er, then you can draw a lot, even if it is not allowed, just treat it as entertainment." ”

"Okay." Murong Hong nodded and closed his eyes.

Murong's father and daughter didn't speak, they just stood beside him and looked at him, but the two of them had different hearts, and the results they wanted to see were completely different.

"Alright." Murong Hong opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and quickly pulled out a stick from the lottery.

He didn't look at it, so he handed it to the old Dao Chief, "Dao Chief, you can help me take a look." ”

"What? Don't you even look at it yourself? The old Taoist was a little surprised, this young man's appearance was indeed different from ordinary people.

"You don't have to look at it, if the result is already doomed, what's the difference between watching more and watching less?" Murong Hong crossed his arms and said indifferently, "No matter what the result is, I can accept it." ”

"Okay." The old Taoist nodded, and then looked at the lot, "Oh, the ninth lot, I'll take a look." ”

As he spoke, he found a book from the table, looked at it, and nodded.

"Okay, I'll show you the signed poem." He took out another piece of yellow paper, unfolded it, and spread it out on the table.

The six eyes of the three members of the Murong family were all fixed on the poem.

Murong Xue actually picked it up and read it out.

"It is more expected for distinguished guests to meet, and the dead wood and phoenix in front of the court will come to the ceremony, so that the short things will be long and the long things will be done, and the rest of the people will not listen to what others say or not." Murong Xue was stunned for a moment, "Dao Chief, what does this mean?" ”

"Xiaoxue, you show it to your brother." Murong Xiong put the yellow paper in front of Murong Hong.

Murong Hong just glanced at it, then stopped making a sound, raised his head, and looked out blankly, as if nothing had happened.

"Dao Chief, what does this signed poem mean?" Murong Xiong asked.

"The meaning of this sign poem is: Your son will meet a distinguished guest, and he will expect a distinguished guest." The man said unhurriedly, "Although the tree in front of the court is withered, there is a phoenix coming to worship and perching on this plane tree. ”

"Phoenix?" Hearing these two words, Murong Hong's head suddenly rose again, how could it be a phoenix again?

"Yes." The old Taoist nodded, "Young man, you drew lots, but for the sake of marriage?" ”

"Hmm." Murong Hong nodded.

"This sign is the appearance of dead wood in spring, and the Lord has a second spring." The old Taoist said eloquently, "Of course, the distinguished guest is the phoenix, and the phoenix is naturally a woman, and she is also a noble girl." This woman will fly to your dead wood courtyard and give you a second spring. Isn't this the appearance of a second marriage? You see, it's exactly what I just calculated, and it's exactly the same. ”

"So, how do you explain the last two sentences?" Murong Hong asked.

This was the first time he had asked a question.

"It is good to seek the long things from the short, that is, you should not covet the immediate gains, but think about the long term. For example, in the matter of marriage, both parties must respect each other and abide by etiquette, and there will inevitably be a good result; But if both parties can't bear it, transgress ethics, and do something greedy for short-term happiness, it can only be a dew marriage. The old Taoist nodded and said.

"That is, of course etiquette must be observed, what is rudeness? Beasts are not as good as beasts! Murong Xiong said with words in his words.

"Oh." Murong Hong didn't pay attention to his father's words.

"The most important sentence is that Hugh listens to what others say is wrong, which means that this marriage will be criticized and gossiped. This marriage is a good match, but the process is more tortuous, and it may be opposed and slandered by others. So don't listen to gossip, just make up your mind in your heart. Lao Dao said.

With a "flutter", Murong Xue actually laughed.

Others? Who is this person, isn't that his father Murong Xiong? He is on the side, always obstructing me and Murong Hong from caring, isn't this the person who stirs up right and wrong?

"Xiaoxue, what are you laughing at?" Murong Xiong glared at his daughter sternly, and Murong Xue stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

"Understood." Murong Hong nodded, "Thank you for your advice." ”

"Young man, take advantage of it, don't be anxious." The chief looked at Murong Hong, "Life is not only fate, but also luck. There is life, and it also needs time to come before it can work. It's not just marriage, we have to be good at waiting, patience, it's useless for you to be anxious before the time comes, when the time comes, this qiē will come! ”

"Thank you!" Murong Hong gave a salute to the Taoist chief, which was a Taoist gift.

"How can this little brother make this gesture?" The old Taoist was shocked.

"To tell you the truth, I am also a Taoist disciple." Murong Hong told the truth, "I am a disciple of the Divine Machine Dao of Zhongnan Mountain. ”

"Divine Machine?" The old Taoist was stunned, "Ah, that's a big sect of our Taoism, it's amazing." I've heard that the Taoist priests who practice there can swallow clouds and spit out fog and soar in the daytime. ”

"It's not that exaggerated, we still have to eat and sleep, pee, shit and fart." Murong Hong smiled, "Okay, thank you for the chief." ”

He turned his head and saw Murong Xue's smiling eyes.

At this point, both of them understood.

Perhaps, they are destined fate.

However, Murong Hong thought about it, and his heart cooled down again.

Second Spring? There is a second spring, there is a first spring, but isn't my first spring tragic?

Suddenly his heart became sad again.

Forget it, these fortune-telling lotteries may not be accurate. Life or life, where will there be a qiē is predestined?

The father and son walked out of the Xuanzhen Temple, but Murong Hong lowered his head and did not speak.

"Son, listen, this fortune-telling lottery thing is superstition." Father Murong Xiong really nagged, "You must not take it to heart." ”

"Dad, don't worry, I'm just trying to have fun. Don't worry, I'll do what I have to do. Murong Hong said.

"That's right. Hong'er, we are a businessman family. What the businessman is talking about, of course, reality, materialism, is materialism, right? Murong Xiong didn't forget to nagged a few more words, "I don't believe in these gods and ghosts." That old man still said that you are not a father to you, but isn't my business very big now? ”

"Why not?" Murong Xue pouted and said, "As soon as my brother comes back, Dad will lose your position as chairman, isn't this just a hindrance to your father?" ”

"You girl! What are you talking about! Murong Xiong turned his head and said angrily, "What are you thinking in your heart, will I not know?" I sue you, even if you really remarry in the future, it will not be your brother's turn! As long as I'm alive, I won't let the two of you be together! ”

Seeing her father's stern gaze, Murong Xue lowered her head.

Between her and Murong Hong, there is now an insurmountable mountain, and that high mountain is their father, Murong Xiong??????