In Qingshan Village, Aunt Lin was worried about Mingyueqing, and the Shen family and Mrs. Shen were also worried about Mingyueqing.

Although the words with Master Shen that day made her dispel the idea of giving Ming Yueqing a name, she was still not at ease if Xi'er didn't wake up for a day.

And Yueqing is the person on the tip of Xi'er's heart, she naturally hopes that Yueqing can be by Xi'er's side, even if Xi'er can only lie on the bed at the moment, and everything needs to be served.

But on the other hand, she also felt sorry for Yueqing.

A girl's family, taking care of Xi'er is almost herself, as long as she is free, she will massage Xi'er. Even the doctor said that this is good for Xi'er, and he has never seen such a woman with deep affection.

But because of this, she was worried that Yueqing's marriage into the Shen family would attract criticism in the future, after all, the two of them did not even have a verbal relationship.

For this matter, Mrs. Shen thought about it day and night, thinking that she could have a foolproof plan, but on the one hand, she had to take care of Xi'er, and on the other hand, she had to take care of Yueqing, which was too difficult.

Because of this incident, Mrs. Shen did not know the taste of food, it was difficult to sleep and eat, and even on Chinese New Year's Eve, because Xi'er was not there and she had something in her heart, the entire Shen Mansion did not have a little Chinese New Year's Eve atmosphere.

At the beginning of the new year, she took the maid to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Because the new year has arrived, the incense in the temple is at its peak, and Mrs. Shen has spent a lot of effort to make a wish and kowtow in front of the Bodhisattva, and draw lots to understand the fortune.

"Bodhisattva, please bless my son to wake up as soon as possible, bless him with good health, and a safe life......

Mrs. Shen knelt on the futon, holding the stick holder in her hand and shaking it gently, chanting words in her mouth.

With a crisp sound, a bamboo stick fell to the ground, and Mrs. Shen handed the stick holder to the accompanying maid, picked up the bamboo stick on the ground to check, and her face became even worse at this look.

The word "sign" made Mrs. Shen kneel on her feet dejectedly, raised her head and looked at the Bodhisattva who was high up and compassionate.

The maid on the side was frightened and whispered: "Madam, what's wrong with you?" ”

Mrs. Shen still looked at the Bodhisattva blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Madame, ma'am!"

The little maid didn't respond to Mrs. Shen a few times, and finally when she spoke again, Mrs. Shen was stunned for a moment.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" The little maid said and tilted her head slightly to look at the sign in her hand.

Mrs. Shen's eyes flashed, and she subconsciously pinched the stick in her palm, and then quickly threw it into the holder.

The little maid was stunned: "Madam, aren't you going to ask the master to unsign?" ”

"No need." Mrs. Shen stood up, her face calm, "It's not too early, let's go back." ”

As he spoke, he took the lead out of the main hall.

No one knew what it was, and Mrs. Shen, the only one who knew, turned around the moment she stepped out of the main hall and prayed secretly in her heart to the compassionate eyes of the Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, my only wish over the years is to wish my son good health, peace and joy, but this wish has never been realized, since this is the case, then today's sign, the Bodhisattva will also ignore it!"

On the way down the mountain, Mrs. Shen had been a little uneasy in her heart.

Xi'er is still lying in bed now, I don't know when I will wake up, she specially came to ask the Bodhisattva to bless Xi'er, but only asked for one to sign down.

Could it be that this is a hint from God to her, Xi'er can't get better?

"This lady, please stay, the poor road to see that the lady's Yintang is black, and there is a filthy air lingering between her eyebrows, symbolizing that the heir's life is blocked by turbidity, and I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future!"

Just when Mrs. Shen was feeling uneasy and making all kinds of random speculations, a slightly solemn voice suddenly sounded, instantly stumbling in her steps.

She looked sideways, and it was a white-haired and white-bearded Taoist on the side of the street, with the words "Iron Mouth Straight Broken" written on the banner in his hand.

"The bold fanatics spoke wildly, and they dared to curse our Shen family, what a boldness!"

The mother-in-law on the side saw that someone was cursing the eldest young master, but the eldest young master was unconscious in bed again, and scolded in a hurry.

"Where did you come from, charlatans, dare to curse us in the eyes of the Buddha at the foot of this temple, I don't think you want to live!"

The Taoist stroked his beard, his face was light and light, he didn't mind his mother-in-law's words at all, and his eyes only looked at Mrs. Shen.

"Madame should know whether the words of the poor Dao are true or false."

Mrs. Shen's eyes dodged, but she felt that her heart was flustered, and she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Bell...... Clang...... Bell ......"

At this moment, three bells rang from the temple on the top of the mountain, long and solemn, stretching in the downtown of mountains and seas, soothing people's hearts.

Mrs. Shen's raised heel slowly fell, and she looked up at the top of the mountain.

No one noticed the cunning that flashed in the Taoist's calm eyes, and his hands tightened in his wide-sleeved robe, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

"Providence is like this, does Madame still think that the poor way is a false word?"

Mrs. Shen pursed her lips, her eyes were complicated, and in the end, she couldn't stop the panic in her heart that was growing like weeds, and she walked towards the Taoist.

"Since the Dao Leader knows that I have a bloody disaster, I don't know if there is a way to resolve it?"

The accompanying maid and wife were embarrassed to see that the lady actually believed a passing charlatan, but no one dared to say anything else.

The Taoist smiled indifferently: "There is naturally a way, all things in the world are mutually restrictive, and if you know that there is a disaster, you can avoid it." ”

He glanced at Mrs. Shen again, "Looking at Mrs. Shen's face, it should be that someone in the family suffered an unjustified disaster not long ago, and he has not recovered yet. ”

Mrs. Shen nodded, with a sparkle in her eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be Ling Lang."

This time, Mrs. Shen was a little hesitant.

After all, the whole Yuhang people know about Xi'er's injury, and they can know it with a little inquiry.

But she was afraid that what the Dao chief in front of her said was true, after all, they had never known each other, and he had no reason to lie to her.

"I don't know how long it is, but there is a way to solve it?"

Mrs. Shen neither admitted nor denied it, but only asked about the solution.

The Taoist smiled and said two words.

"Chongxi."

"Chongxi?" Mrs. Shen was surprised, "What does the Taoist mean that if you want to resolve this bloody light disaster, you have to be happy?" ”

The Taoist stroked his beard and nodded: "That's right, Ling Lang is in danger now, if Mrs. wants to keep this heir, she has to marry a family for Ling Lang, Chong Chongxi." ”

Mrs. Shen looked the Taoist up and down a few times, and said suspiciously: "Even if it is a bloody disaster, as long as you marry your relatives and Chongxi, it can be resolved?" Isn't that too simple? ”

"Neither nor not!"

As soon as the Taoist turned the wooden banner in his hand, the banner flew with the wind, and the words "iron mouth straight off" danced in the wind.

"Mrs. eyebrows between the evil breath, blocking the heir's line, marrying is a great joy in life, when the guests are full of blessings, the two will naturally solve this disaster, besides, this marriage is also exquisite."

Mrs. Shen listened quietly, and then asked, "What is the point?" ”

"Everything else is just a matter of comparing the wedding customs, but the most important thing is the choice of the bride."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts jumped.

Especially Mrs. Shen, she looked at the person suspiciously again.

Could it be that this is really a charlatan, who do you want to send into their Shen family? What about Yueqing? What should I do with Yueqing?

The subordinates of the Shen family also glared angrily at the Taoist.

If, as the man said, there is a requirement for the bride's choice, what if Miss Ming is excluded?

Mrs. Shen frowned, but in the end, she still patiently asked, "What are the requirements for the bride's candidate?" ”

"Let me do the math."

As he spoke, the Taoist stretched out his fingers, closed his eyes, and calculated.

With the movement of his fingers, the Shen family's hearts also began to rise and fall, for fear that he would say something bad.

After a while, the Taoist opened his eyes, took out a pen and paper from the luggage he was carrying, wrote something in a few clicks, folded it and handed it to Mrs. Shen.

"This is the best candidate for Chongxi, the woman with this birthday is the destined spouse of Ling Lang, matching his fortune and complementing his qi."