Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 664
After Li Yunchi expressed his loyalty, he swallowed subconsciously.

——To be honest, he really wanted to go back to the "Guogong's Mansion" with his master, but his natural intuition told him that if he didn't choose to go to the Prince's Mansion with his master, his fate would be miserable.

After all, no matter how angry Master is, he won't do anything to him; but the expression on Master's wife just now...

It looks like it will eat children.

Xiao Daotong clenched his fists, boldly informed Master Mu Daguo in detail, and incidentally used the excuse that Mo Junli gave him: "Master, your wife is right."

"Tu'er is no longer a child, but a little man. There is a difference between men and women, and you can't kiss each other, so I shouldn't go back to the Duke's mansion with you."

Tsk, you little bastard, now you can't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, and north.

Seeing this, Mu Xici couldn't help sighing, and then rolled his eyes coldly: "Okay, then you can go back to the Prince's Mansion with your mistress, the place around him is bigger than the Duke's Mansion, enough for you to play with."

"Come on, little man, go back to your room and pack your things, we should leave later!" Master Mu Da Guo waved away people, Li Yunchi responded obediently: "Okay Master, I will go now."

This brat... is quite obedient, but I don't know if he will be as obedient as he is now when he grows up.

Master Mu raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched Xiaodaotong walk away quickly, and walked out of the Hall of Sanqing while holding Mo Junli: "Go, Ayan, you put down those magical artifacts first, and let's go to Master's as well." Take a look around the house."

"I want to see if there is anything he left behind, and if he can put it away as a thought."

——In her two lifetimes, she has only been such a master. Although the old man claims that he is not dead, but was forced to become a fairy, he will no longer stay here after all.

Therefore, no matter what, she still wanted to find something that Master used to use as a souvenir.

The little girl looked at the Taoist dormitory behind the Sanqing Hall, and breathed out a foul breath.

She dragged the young man to the dormitory where Lingyao Sanren used to live, but stopped in front of the gate of the dormitory involuntarily.

Mu Xici stared blankly at the "Happy and Comfortable" plaque hanging above the door lintel for a long time, and after a while he mustered up the courage to raise his hand and push open the heavy wooden door slightly stained with light dust.

The furnishings in the main hall are all the same as before, from the large calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall to the small mangosteen curtains with pens placed by the table, all of them are still the same as in her memory.

She stretched out her hand to lightly touch the dry inkstone on the small table by the window, thinking that she used to sit here when she was young, reading and practicing calligraphy, reciting sutras and drawing symbols with her master... She couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

It's been so many years.

The little girl withdrew her hands and closed her eyes, then quietly turned to the side hall.

She raised her sleeves and brushed aside the heavy light blue curtains, and the bedroom hidden behind the veil immediately appeared in front of the two of them.

Mu Xici looked at the empty room with only two thin quilts on the couch, and couldn't help but dim his eyes.

——She was negligent in this matter, why did she forget that Master, an old man, never cared about these worldly things before?

Regardless of winter or summer, there are always only two thin quilts on his couch, and there are only two sets of light-colored Taoist robes that remain unchanged throughout the year and will not fade in the cabinet.

Including the talisman he used, it was only made of the most common bamboo paper... It was the pen used to draw the talisman, and it was he who broke the small wooden branches in the mountain with his hands and tied them with the long hair that fell from the big yellow dog's tail. from.

The master never even used any magic weapon when catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. Any twig or grass lying on the ground can be used as his magic weapon.

All his instruments were made for her, and she had never seen him buy anything other than paper, pens and clothes for her.

Even the dharma sword that he usually hangs around his waist, she only saw it unsheathed once.

According to her height, she made a mark on the old elm tree.

In other words, the only things that she can take away in the view now are the gaudy calligraphy and painting ornaments in the main hall and the pen mountain and inkstone.

Mu Xici pursed her lips, to be fair, she didn't want to touch those things.

This room hides too many memories of her previous life, and those calligraphy and painting ornaments are the carriers of these memories, she just wants them to stay here quietly, together with the past of her previous life, stay here together .

She didn't want to destroy the picture left over from the old days, and she didn't want to lose some of her memory.

There was hesitation in the little girl's eyes, Mo Junli saw her appearance, guessed her thoughts, and couldn't help sighing silently.

He collected himself, took half a step inside, and turned his eyes to observe the small room carefully.

His gaze moved from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, then from the end of the bed to the east of the cabinet, and finally settled on the northwest corner of the door, where they were in the blind spot before, with a slight frown.

"A Ci, look there, there seems to be a scroll." The young man pointed to the corner of the wall and lowered his voice, "I saw that the wall is clean, Master, the old man didn't hang any calligraphy and paintings in the house before, right? "

"Scroll? Where is it?" The little girl suddenly regained her spirits when she heard this, and hurriedly stepped into the house, "Master doesn't like to put too many things in the sleeping place, so no calligraphy and paintings have been hung in this room before."

"Here, it's standing in the corner of the wall. We couldn't see it from the door just now. We have to come in to look at it." Mo Junli blinked, "Aji, tell me, Mr. Lingyao is so powerful, would you have guessed it a long time ago?" When you arrive, you need to find something to keep in mind.”

"So you put this picture scroll here?"

"Don't say it, with Master's temperament, it's really possible." Mu Xici nodded, stepped forward to get the scroll, returned to the boy, and pulled the thin silk rope tied to it.

As soon as the scroll was opened, a strong aura that was almost suffocating rushed over the faces of the two of them.

Under the blessing of that aura, the little girl faintly felt that the bottleneck in her practice that had been straddling for a long time was showing traces of cracks.

The breakthrough of state of mind is often only in this moment. Mu Xici only felt her eyes flicker, and her body lightened. The haze that weighed on her heart immediately lightened by three points, and even brought her morality to a higher level. Floor.

She also couldn't tell what kind of feeling she was feeling right now, it seemed that she had lost a little unnecessary attachment, and also seemed a little more determined to the Tao.

In short, she knew that this aura obviously made a big difference in her cultivation, and this shortened the gap between her and that "Master Xiu Qi" by a few points.

Thinking about it, this is an opportunity and a benefit that Master left for her.

The little girl was startled, and then slowly unfolded the remaining half of the scroll.

The aura on her side was also thrown at her face, and Mo Junli, who was about to regain her senses, couldn't hold back, rubbed her chin and gasped: "Hiss~ Ah Ci, is your master a real god?"

"Good guy, this scroll is left... just now that thing was on top, it made my head clearer a lot!"

"The Taoist scriptures that I had only half understood before... now I seem to understand what it means."

　Yes, master is a god (nods)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)