The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 921 No regrets

"I know." If Meng Shisan can say it, there's nothing he can't admit. "I've known about it for a long time. You don't know who said it."

"Is he a Buddhist? Or a Zen master?" Huang Jing trusted Meng Shisan. Since Meng Shisan said she didn't know him, she definitely didn't know him either. But she still wanted to know where Meng Shisan probably got the information from.

Meng Shisan recalled: "The art of geomancy is a Buddhist practice of Zen Buddhism, while the art of divination is a Taoist practice. Although the two arts are not from the same lineage, they can both provide some advantage. When I learned about it, it was a wandering old monk who told me. I didn't know who he was, nor did I ask. I saw that he was old and still wandered the world, so I thought of helping him find a place to settle down so that he could enjoy his old age. But he refused me."

She looked at Huang Jing: "Do you know why he rejected me?"

Huang Jing pondered for a moment: "He not only knows the art of geography, but he also knows it, and he even used it?"

“You guessed right.” Meng Shisan said seriously, “A-Jing, don’t do anything stupid.”

Huang Jing was dumbfounded. She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking frankly, "Yaoyao, you just asked me why I insisted on moving into the Meng residence and staying with you when we weren't familiar with each other. The reason is... after arriving in the capital, I used divination at the small inn to gain an advantage, and this advantage pointed to you. Because of this, I deliberately provoked Lan Zhijin and had a big fight so that I could leave the small inn without Lan Zhijin asking any questions. By the time he found out that I had moved into your house, it was already too late. He knows me and knows that it's impossible to persuade me to move out. Even so, he mentioned it casually a couple of times, but seeing my insistence, he didn't bring it up again."

She lowered her head and sat back in the rocking chair: "Don't tell him, I'm afraid he'll do something stupid if he finds out."

"You used divination techniques because of your mother's illness?" Meng Shisan asked.

Huang Jing nodded: "The divination told me that the key to saving my mother's life lies with you. Before I got to know you, I didn't know why, and after I got to know you, I still don't know why, but I know, and I'm sure, that the divination technique is not wrong."

Meng Shisan had only heard of divination and geomancy, but she had never witnessed the specific consequences of their use. She had only heard an old monk mention it briefly before, and it was just a general idea: "When will the backlash occur? What will it be like?"

The old monk said that he could not stop. He had to travel around tirelessly, doing good deeds everywhere, so that the good he accumulated would barely offset the backlash. If he stopped, he would surely die within three days.

She didn't know if all the backlashes after using these two forbidden techniques were the same.

"Whether it's divination or geomancy, the result is death, and a violent death at that." Huang Jing first stated that the conclusion could not be changed, and then spoke of the differences. "However, because everyone's desires are different, and whether their desires are fulfilled depends on their individual karma, as well as the amount of good deeds they have done, the time and degree of backlash they suffer will vary from person to person. Therefore, no one can say for sure when this inevitable death will come, or in what form it will come."

"It is both ordained by fate and determined by human effort." This was Meng Shisan's final conclusion.

Huang Jing smiled wryly and said, "Yes, that's the idea. As for that wandering old monk you mentioned, I don't know why he used the Earth-Gazing Technique, but I think that since he lived to be so old, he must have done a lot of good deeds, both big and small, during his travels."

“That was indeed a kind-faced old monk.” Meng Shisan gently placed the empty wine jar on the ground. “Before you did it, I might have been able to advise you, but since it is because of you that we are able to sit here and drink fruit wine, I will not say anything about whether you are stupid or not… I will only ask you one question.”

"What?" Huang Jing lay back in the rocking chair, staring intently at the night sky.

Meng Shisan asked, "If in the end you can't find a way to cure your mother's illness from me, and your mother passes away, and you also meet a terrible end, will you regret it then?"

"No regrets," Huang Jing replied without hesitation.

"That's fine then." Although Meng Shisan didn't spend much time in the mortal world, he witnessed the birth, aging, sickness, and death of ordinary people every time. After seeing so much, he inevitably became somewhat numb.

As long as Huang Jing doesn't regret it, then whatever he does is his right, and no one else has the right to interfere. Huang Jing sat up in surprise: "Aren't you saying I've done something foolish?"

“You’ve already made the mistake, what’s the point of me saying anything more?” Meng Shisan said. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. But I have to remind you, Master Lan is only unaware for a while, he won’t be unaware forever, so you’d better be prepared.”

Feeling guilty, Huang Jing lay back down: "...Let's keep it a secret for as long as we can."

"The feelings Master Lan has for you are not just those of childhood sweethearts." Meng Shisan glanced sideways at Huang Jing, who at this moment looked like a coward.

"Oh," Huang Jing replied hesitantly.

Seeing this, Meng Shisan reacted for a moment before realizing what was happening. He immediately sat up and asked, "When did you find out?"

Huang Jing turned over without saying a word, turning his back to Meng Shisan.

Meng Shisan laughed: "You can still avoid me like this, but what will happen if Master Lan finds out that you actually know his feelings for you, and you keep pretending not to know?"

"What else can it be?" Huang Jing turned over and lay on his side facing Meng Shisan, muttering, "It's like when His Highness the Crown Prince found out that you knew about his feelings for you, but you still said you didn't want to become the Crown Princess."

Meng Shisan pursed his lips: "We were talking about your business, how did it get dragged into this?"

“Then the situation is pretty much the same.” Huang Jing sat up.

"I'm not marrying into the Crown Prince's family because I want to save my life," Meng Shisan said. "What about you?"

Huang Jing said, "I also want to save my life... to save the life of the bald monk Lan."

"Are you afraid that if he finds out you used divination techniques, he'll take all the blame for you?" Meng Shisan guessed.

“Yes.” Huang Jing did indeed think so. “But forbidden techniques are forbidden techniques, and no one can take the blame for another.”

“Master Lan doesn’t seem like the type to act irrationally,” Meng Shisan said.

Huang Jing agreed: "He's a rational person, but he can make mistakes sometimes. I don't want him to have to come and take my place when I die a violent death."

Meng Shisan thought about it and didn't refute Huang Jing's last point.

Huang Jing certainly understands Lan Zhijin better than she does, just as she certainly understands Li Shou better than Huang Jing does.

She asked, "You've been by my side for quite a while now. Aside from not being able to find the old things, have you found the medicine to cure your mother on me?"