"Have you heard, the barbarians in the south are making trouble again, and the court is debating whether to send troops to pacify the south." Passerby A said.

"Huh? And war again? It's still not necessary, no matter how noisy the barbarians are, they can't get up any heat, so it's better to hold on. Passerby B said.

"What is steady, Lingnan is the territory of my Han nationality, and now that the soldiers have just finished fighting, the momentum is like a rainbow, and they will directly take back Lingnan." Passerby C said disapprovingly.

"The south is different from ours, there is a miasma, poisonous insects are everywhere, and the combat effectiveness of my Dahua soldiers there will be greatly reduced." Passerby B retorted.

When Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei were drinking tea in the tea shed and resting, they heard the people next to them talking.

"Let's not talk about the Nanban matter, tomorrow the welcome team of the Wusi Khan is coming, I came here today to go to the Qingyun Temple on the mountain to pray for our Royal Highness the princess, so that the gods and gods can bless Her Royal Highness the princess all the way." A young lady with gold and silver jewelry said with her hands folded.

Hearing the woman's words, Jing Zetian couldn't help but glance at her. He didn't expect that someone would care about his imperial sister, and she was still a woman.

"Well, I'm also the same as this young lady, I came to pray for Princess Qingquan, I'm a Dahua people, and I have to rely on the princess in exchange for our stable life, and I really can't help it." A literati in a Confucian robe said.

"Hehe, don't worry, with me, I won't let our Dahua princess marry, you probably have to worry in vain, but your prayers are not bad, bless me with a smooth success in robbing my relatives." Jing Zetian thought to himself in his heart.

Yang Zhanfei also glanced at Jing Zetian with a strange expression.

After a short rest, Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei once again embarked on the road of climbing the mountain.

"Your Highness, listen to them, the barbarians are making trouble again." Walking on the road, Yang Zhanfei asked Jing Zetian.

"Well, I've heard them say too, I've been busy robbing relatives lately, what's wrong? Based on what I know of you, do you want the imperial court to send troops to pacify them? "Yang Zhanfei is a family of military generals, so he naturally hopes that if there is a war, their family will be more brilliant through military exploits.

"I want to think about it, but not now, I'm too young, and my father won't let me go to war, I'm angry, this day is too slow, I want to grow up quickly and go into battle to kill the enemy." Yang Zhanfei said with some irritation.

"Okay, don't think about these far-reaching, let's do a good job of robbing relatives first, although this matter will not see the light, but I feel that if it is done, I will be very happy."

"Haha, Your Highness, I think the same way, the days are too boring, and finally there is an interesting thing, why not do it."

While the two were talking and laughing, they had reached the top of the mountain.

The summit of Qingmang Mountain is relatively wide and relatively flat overall. As soon as you reach the top of the mountain, there is a stone tower standing there, the stone tower is about seven meters high, the spire is hexagonal, and a bell is hung on each corner.

Bypassing the stone tower, there is a blue brick straight road leading straight ahead, Jing Zetian looks around, can see a tall Taoist temple, faintly appear in the line of sight.

Jing Zetian did not stop, and followed the pedestrians on the road and walked towards the Taoist temple.

Outside the Taoist temple, there are five or six Taoist children, greeting the incense guests who come and go.

The position of the whole Taoist temple is the most flat place on the mountain, the Taoist temple construction is very powerful and magnificent, on both sides of the entrance door in the view, there are the Taoist gods - the sculptures of the four heavenly kings, the sculptures are lifelike, in the huge incense burner in the view, there are three incense flames burning, rising a stream of white smoke.

In the courtyard of the view, it is very lively, there are people who donate incense money, there are people who enter the main hall to worship the gods, and there are people who are looking for the Taoist priest in the courtyard to tell the fortune, next to the fortune telling, there are many people who sell peace and blessings, and transfer charms.

"Your Highness, why don't you leave? Aren't we going to worship the gods and pray for a smooth robbery? Yang Zhanfei saw Jing Zetian standing still in the courtyard, and hurriedly urged, because at this moment, there were more and more people kowtowing to incense, and they had already lined up in a long line.

"Hehe, who said that worshipping immortals, I only believe in myself."

"Huh? Then we have come here from all walks of life, tired and tired. Yang Zhanfei touched his head and asked very puzzled.

"Just follow it." Jing Zetian didn't explain, but walked towards a fortune teller.

"Your Highness, do you want to tell a hexagram?" Yang Zhanfei saw Jing Zetian walking towards the hexagram stall, and kept asking.

However, Jing Zetian did not answer him.

When Jing Zetian walked to the hexagram stall, a middle-aged man, with a goatee, wearing Taoist clothes, his hair was casually draped behind him, his demeanor was calm, there was a charm of fairy wind and bones, and beside the Taoist priest, there was a little Taoist boy, standing quietly beside him. At this moment, there happened to be a young man who was telling a fortune.

"Hehe, I want to disassemble it, right, look at this... The Taoist priest said to the fortune teller with a smile, and at the same time a hand stretched out from his sleeve, and three fingers rubbed a few times in front of the man.

The man apparently understood the meaning of this gesture, and took out a few copper coins from the purse around his waist and gave them to the Taoist priest.

"Yo, you see, I love money, don't I." After the Taoist priest received the copper coin, he pretended to be embarrassed and said. Then he said with a smile: "When you go back, don't tear down the wall, don't move the tree, and then you surround the tree, put soil around the tree, build bricks, and plant flowers, and you will be solved." ”

"Thank you, Master, thank you, I'll go back and do what Master says." The young man clenched his fists and said to the Taoist priest gratefully. Then he ran away and disappeared.

"This master really seems to have some magical powers." Yang Zhanfei on the side looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but say.

"Huh, that makes sense? A little bit of understanding is a magic stick, master, I am more than a little magic power. "The ears of the Taoist diviner are very useful, and he actually heard Yang Zhanfei's words.

"Hehe, don't be angry, my friend's words are not right, master, in addition to word measurement, can you tell fortunes?" Jing Zetian explained with a smile and sat opposite the Taoist priest at the same time.

"Yes, master, I don't know." The Taoist priest said without modesty.

"You want a fortune teller?"

"It's not me, it's him." Jing Zetian hurriedly refused, and at the same time pointed at Yang Zhanfei who was standing beside him.

"No, I'm not a fortune teller, I don't believe this." Yang Zhanfei hurriedly refused, he never believed in these ghosts and gods.

"Don't, since you're here, forget about it, master, do you want to give you his birthday." Jing Zetian seemed to be very interested, and he had to count Yang Zhanfei.

"No, no, no, I can still look at the face." It is estimated that he felt that Yang Zhanfei underestimated him just now, and decided to show his hand to make him gain knowledge.