"I don't know how the master is insightful."

Yan Qingcheng didn't go around in circles, and asked directly.

The smile on the old monk's face gradually fell, and his face was silent for a moment and said: "Lao Qu has a lot of study on the natal star, on the fourth day of the first month last month, Lao Qu found that a natal star is about to fall, but it is only a moment, and there are two fateful stars that originally had only one fate. ”

Yan Qingcheng's heart trembled violently, but his face remained calm: "Why is this happening? ”

"The benefactor should be clear."

The old monk's face regained a smile, but there was more sympathy: "If the old man is not wrong, the female benefactor should have come from somewhere else, and the female benefactor should have been in danger of life at that time, right?" ”

Yan Qingcheng was silent, and the old monk didn't care: "So after coming here, I used my soul to nourish another soul, but I don't know why, the other soul is willing to turn himself into luck to accompany the female benefactor."

Although the female benefactor now has the blessing of luck, she can be regarded as having a lot of wealth and wealth, but this is against the sky, and I am afraid that there will be some troubles that will follow. ”

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly: "Thank you for the master's teaching." ”

"This is not teaching."

The old monk looked at her and was silent for a moment: "The female donor still tries to protect herself, old man, I have never seen such a strangeness, I want to see what miracles the female donor can create." ”

Yan Qingcheng smiled suddenly: "I heard that a hundred years ago, there was also a person like this, but it was too long, and the ending has become a thousand versions." ”

The old monk smiled: "Then why don't the female benefactor directly create a new ending?" ”

Yan Qingcheng looked at him and drank the tea that had been cooled, and the tea had already become a little bitter: "I have always liked to hold my fate in the palm of my hand, and now that the master has told me about this, can you tell the disciple another thing." ”

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, please speak."

The old monk clasped his hands together, and Yan Qingcheng pursed his lips: "Will I go back?" ”

The old monk thought for a while, shook his head and said: "In that world, there is no female donor, and the old man has never heard of such a thing, maybe the female donor has some relationship with this place." ”

Origin?

Yan Qingcheng didn't pay attention to this, just nodded and stood up: "It's not early, thank you for the master's solution today." ”

"It should be the donor who solves the old man's doubts."

The old monk was kind-eyed.

After leaving the meditation room, Yu'er and Xunyin began to speak: "That little master is really serious, and there, the slave and maid have listened to the little monk read the scriptures for a long time." ”

"Isn't that nice?"

Yan Qingcheng smiled, but she was still thinking about those words in her head, and she didn't plan to think about these things anymore.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yan Qingcheng took the two of them to light the immortal lamp for Yan Zhong, thinking about lighting Ming Lao's lamp.

The street is crowded with people, it is very lively, those hawkers are trying their best to attract customers, the two little girls come out less on weekdays, and Xunyin is not local to the imperial capital, and they have never seen this situation, and they are even more surprised to look at everything around.

When they arrived at the medicine shop, the hands of the two little girls were already full of things.

Song'er hadn't seen Yan Chengcheng coming over for a long time, but now when she saw Yan Chengcheng, she ran over happily: "Girl!"

"It's the New Year, and the pharmacy is not closed?"

Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that the room was still the same as usual, and Song'er smiled: "Where is this disease to pick a day, Mr. get out of the way, it can be regarded as an occasional need."

"Where's Master?"

Speaking of this, Yan Chengcheng looked into the room: "You won't go out again, will you?"

Song'er helped Yu'er and them put their things on the table next to them and said, "Mr. stayed up all night last night, and he was busy doing something during the day today, and he is still asleep."

"Will you see a doctor?"

Yan Qingcheng smiled: "I see that you haven't even finished reading the book."

Song'er scratched her head a little embarrassed: "I know how to do simple incurable diseases...... Do you want me to call Mr. up? ”

"No need."

Yan Tingcheng stopped him, although he didn't know what Ming Lao was busy with, but Yan Tingcheng was not so frustrated, and arrested the old man and chattered.

After leaving the things, Yan Tingcheng told him some things, and handed the poison he had just refined to Song'er: "Remember this to Master, this is the antidote, let him not toss too much."

"Huh?"

Song'er retracted her hand almost instantly: "This is poison?"

"Just don't just move around."

Yan Qingcheng didn't say much, and Song'er hesitated to catch it.

After arranging it, Yan Tingcheng directly took the two little girls to buy some things on the street, and then returned to the general's mansion.

In the evening, Yan Qingcheng only let Yu'er out, and Qin Moxiao had already appeared, and his face was very bad: "You went to Nanshan Temple today?"

Yan Qingcheng's hand combing his hair froze slightly: "Do you still want to report this matter to you?"

Qin Moxiao was silent, and stepped forward to look at Yan Chengcheng, motionless.

Yan Tingcheng was originally a pharmacist, his nose was very smart, and when he got closer, Yan Tingcheng smelled a trace of blood, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he turned to look at him: "Are you injured?"

Qin Moxiao didn't answer, with some displeasure in his eyes: "Nanshan Temple is the first place we went to together, you should talk to me."

Yan Qingcheng frowned, seeing that he didn't want to say, he didn't ask anymore: "It's just a temple, I have to tell you about my whereabouts?"

Today's things are not finished yet, but there is always some uneasiness in his heart, and he always thinks of Yan Qingcheng's vivid little face.

He wanted to look at her and smile, and when he thought of her smile, he felt that his heart suddenly softened a lot.

He hurriedly put down the matter at hand, and didn't even care much about the wound on his arm, but he saw her so indifferent?

It was the first place he had accompanied her, and it was above board, and the thought of her leaving alone made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Yan Qingcheng saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and when he turned around, he could only see that his eyes were slightly red, thinking that he hadn't rested well during this time.

“…… Where are you hurt? ”

Yan Qingcheng sighed, took out the medical box he had prepared and put it in front of him: "I'll bandage you."

Qin Moxiao pursed his lips: "Arm."

Yan Tingcheng walked over, he consciously stretched out an arm, Yan Tingcheng pulled up his sleeve, and saw a deep and long opening appear in front of him.