"I wonder what the queen wants to talk about?"

Mingkong lowered his head slightly, twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, and remembered the origin of Queen Wang.

Descendants of important officials of the Western Wei Dynasty, their parents and families were also in-laws in the Tang Dynasty and belonged to the Guanlong nobles.

Such a noble queen has extremely large relative power behind her.

Not to mention anything else, let alone the important officials in the court, Chu Suiliang, Changsun Wuji and others, are all representatives of the Guanlong nobles.

In theory, Queen Wang's status is as stable as Mount Tai, but now she is looking for herself as a monk who is abnormal. Is there any secret in this?

In a vague way, Mingkong seemed to realize something.

Queen Wang's gaze fell on Master Mingkong's hand at this moment. Looking at the string of white jade beads, a trace of thought flashed in her eyes: "Did the string of Buddhist beads be given to the master by Your Majesty? I remember seeing it in His Majesty's hand in the past."

"Go back to the queen, that is, the last time Your descendant worships the late emperor, he gave me this item."

"Oh, it seems that Your Majesty really has a special liking for the wizard."

Queen Wang pursed her lips slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

"If you don't say secret words, you'll see that the master has an unfinished relationship, so why don't I make an agreement with the master."

"Queen..." Even with Mingkong's mood, there was a tremolo in his voice at this time.

She seemed to have a premonition.

"Now in the harem, Concubine Xiao Shu is in power. Although I am the queen, I have never come out." Queen Wang paced back and forth in front of Mingkong, walked around, and came back to Mingkong again. Her voice was lighter, but her tone was more and more firm: "I know that the master has an old relationship with Your Majesty. If I help the master return to Your Majesty, how do you repay me?"

"ah!"

The Buddhist beads in Mingkong's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

In the empty Buddhist temple, only Master Mingkong and Wang Fulai, who was bowing to her, seemed a little deserted for a moment.

Mingkong didn't say a word for a long time, and the words that Queen Wang said before leaving were echoed in his mind: "The enemy's enemy is a friend. In other words, I and the mage may be friends, or even... ally."

"Master."

Wang Fu looked at Mingkong and shouted carefully.

The most important thing for those who are eunuchs in this inner palace is to observe their appearance.

The queen saw what this Master Mingkong represented in person, and the meaning was self-evident.

I'm afraid that the master I followed would be out of trouble soon.

And if you follow her, you will be able to attain enlightenment alone, and you will be able to ascend to heaven.

When Wang Fulai thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Congratulations to the master, it seems that it will be soon..."

"What did you say?"

Mingkong turned to Wang Fulai, his face seemed to be covered with frost: "Don't talk nonsense, if someone hears it..."

Wang Fulai was shocked and quickly raised his hand and slapped him hard: "Don't worry, the master, I'll let you know what I see today, I will rot in my stomach."

Mingkong looked at him coldly and nodded slightly.

Then, she walked to the Buddha, knelt down in front of the cushion, chanted the scriptures in her mouth, and then knocked them out.

Wang Fulai licked his lips and withdrew with slight hands.

In my heart, I felt a little more awe for Mingkong.

But he didn't notice that Master Mingkong knocked out all the time today, and it seemed that he was a little more anxious than usual.

On weekdays, a calm heart seems to be a little confused.

Although he was reciting scriptures, the shadow of that person always appeared in his mind.

"Looking at Zhu Chengbi's thoughts, she was haggard and separated for me. I don't believe that she had tears in her eyes, and she unboxed and checked the pomegranate skirt."

Alas, even though I became a monk, can I really be far away from this world?

Under Chang'an City, an ordinary divination stall was at this time. An old man was leaning on the stall, squinting his eyes, lowering his head, and taking a nap.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, and he couldn't tell how old he was, but looking at his red face gave people a feeling of being a fairy-like spirit.

Just look at his stall again. One yellow stall with two small flags in it. One flag says that you can know yin and yang, and the other flag says that you can stop life and death.

No matter how you look at this, you feel like selling Dali Pills and boasting.

When An Wensheng brought Su Dawei to the stall, Su Dawei looked at the stall. It was difficult for the old man who was dozing in front of him to associate the old man with the "master" in An Wensheng's mouth.

"Is this your master, Yuan Shoucheng?"

"Shh, whisper, I guess the master is pretending to be asleep."

"He is really Yuan Tiangang's uncle?" Su Dawei was a little disbelief.

Who is Yuan Tiangang?

That was Taizheng of the Imperial Heavenly Prison of the Tang Dynasty and a famous astrologist in later generations.

It is said that together with Li Chunfeng, he created the "Tuibei Tu", which can predict what will happen thousands of years later.

The real Yuan Tiangang was a metaphysicist, astronomer, and Taoist priest at the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty.

Legend has it that he is good at "wind learning", that is, based on the sound and direction of the wind, he can determine good and bad luck, and it will be unsatisfactory.

He is also proficient in facial features, Liuren and the Five Elements.

He was appointed as the magistrate of the Ziguan period during the Sui Dynasty, and was appointed as the magistrate of Huojing County, Shu County during the Wude period of the Tang Dynasty.

In the sixth year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong of Tang heard about his reputation and ordered him to enter the court to take it as a think tank.

In the eighth year of Zhenguan, at his request, Emperor Taizong of Tang reaped him as the magistrate of Huojing County.

Until five years ago, in the 19th year of Zhenguan, Yuan Tiangang predicted his death and then died as the magistrate of Huojing County.

According to An Wensheng, he learned from Yuan Shoucheng all his skills, and Yuan Shoucheng all his skills are not inferior to Yuan Tiangang.

When Su Dawei heard this, he felt...

This shameless person probably is bragging for himself. Now when he sees this fortune telling stall, the feeling of a warlock selling Dali Pills is getting stronger and stronger.

"Master, wake up, I've brought a friend to see you."

An Wensheng didn't know what Su Dawei was thinking, so he whispered to Yuan Shoucheng.

Then, Yuan Shoucheng's ears twitched slightly, opened a slit with his slightly closed eyes, and said to An Wensheng with a smile: "I calculated my fingers today and knew that you were coming, hehe, it was true that I had waited."

"Master, I know you can come to see my friend before you know," An Wensheng said with a wry smile.

Su Dawei hesitated for a moment and bowed to the old man: "I have met Master Yuan."

After all, it is An Wensheng’s master, so he still has to give face.

However, when he heard his tone just now, he was shameless. As expected, he was a master and apprentice, and his pretentious style was the same.

“Huh?”

When Yuan Shoucheng's eyes fell on Su Dawei, a strange look flashed.

He moved his neck, stretched out his arms, then lifted up his two white eyebrows, looked up Su Dawei: "What a wonder."

As he said that, he stood up and looked Su Dawei up and down, shaking his head while looking, and making amazement in his mouth.

Su Dawei was so angry that he was a little embarrassed by the old man's strange behavior, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Master Yuan, I wonder what is strange about me?"

An Wensheng was there, and he looked curious.

Yuan Shoucheng pressed his right thumb on his ring finger, and deduced it one by one between his fingers, saying, "I see your face, it should be a death of premature death. Isn't it strange that he will not live last year, but now he is standing in front of me well?"

After hearing this, An Wensheng didn't think of anything, but Su Dawei was shocked.

This old man can really kill people's life and death?

Calculate the time, wasn’t Su Dawei who encountered strange things last year and finally fell on the hospital bed?

If it weren't for the fact that I attached myself to Su Dawei later and was reborn, I'm afraid that Su Dawei would no longer be the one in the world.

Su Dawei was shocked and immediately respected his attitude. He clasped his fists to Yuan Shoucheng and said, "Last year, when I was a bad person, I encountered a strange tour. Later, I lay in the hospital bed for half a year, which can be said to be almost dead and alive."

"I see."

Yuan Shoucheng held the white beard under his chin and shook his head and said, "Heaven has the virtue of being alive. Even if it is a situation of death, he will leave a way out for life. The so-called number of Dayan is fifty, and it is forty to nine, and there is also one escape... One heaven and one earth, two heavens and three earths...."

His words were confused, making Su Dawei's head hurt, so he had to look at An Wensheng who was covering his mouth and laughing with help.

"Lao An."

"Cough cough." An Wensheng coughed a few times and raised a serious face: "Master, let alone those Yi Ching dynasties, I brought my friend here today. I want to ask Master for help if I have something to do."

"Oh, please ask me for help if you have something to do."

A cunning flashed in Yuan Shoucheng's eyes: "Would you like to invite me to have a good drink?"

“This is natural.”

An Wensheng patted his chest and promised: "As long as the master takes action, not to mention one meal, it is no problem to have two or three drinks."
To be continued...